"I've become the Emperor of Heaven, and I don't know how to be stable yet." Fu Xuan was worried about Dao Tianjun's temperament and said speechlessly.

Subconsciously, he deduced the years.

It's just that soon he froze, and the whole person was stupid.

There was a woman beside him, extremely beautiful, as if she were a fairy on the moon.

"Fifty thousand years, you survived." There was also mist in Shi Yun's eyes, her slender body could not give birth, or she should not give birth, and the person she was most concerned about in her life was Dao Tianjun except Fu Xuan.

She treats Dao Tianjun as her own child.

Now that he can see his figure, Shi Yun is happy and happy.

Deeply embraced Dao Tianjun into his arms.

Two lines of tears slid down, and they couldn't stop it anymore.

"Stinky boy, you really lived for 50,000 years." Fu Xuan was going crazy when he saw this.

50,000 years.

Is this still human?

"Have you also cultivated an immortal body? Or are you living three lifetimes? ”

After learning about Dao Tianjun's survival time, and after seeing that he was indeed a living person, Fu Xuan finally thought about other questions.

"I've only lived one life." Dao Tianjun shook his head, "As for whether it is an immortal, you don't know in your heart." ”

Hear the words.

Fu Xuan's eyes widened.

Immediately, Fu Xuan kept looking at Dao Tianjun, "Could it be that I looked away at the beginning, and now I have lost my eyes, aren't you a human being, a king eight?" ”

He was really shocked.

Live for 50,000 years, are you a ghost?

Shi Yun was also surprised, but he didn't expect that Dao Tianjun had only lived for one lifetime.

She didn't think the same as Fu Xuan.

"You might be able to make it to the end of that road." Shi Yun said such words.

On this day.

Dao Tianjun talked to Shi Yun and Fu Xuan for a long time.

Today, they woke up just by chance to open their eyes in the eternal sleep, and eventually they still had to go to sleep and cultivate until they reached Dacheng.

"Stinky boy, you have to live well, it's okay without a group of clansmen, and you will live next time if I wake up."

After Fu Xuan finished speaking, he fell asleep.

Shi Yun also said something similar.

"I will." Dao Tianjun whispered, and he closed the door to the attic.

Looking at Tianyu, standing in the small courtyard, he stood for a long, long time, with a gust of wind blowing.

There is no one on the spot.

The years are flowing, and they are changing from generation to generation.

I don't know how many generations of people have changed in the creature land, but the only thing that has not changed is that the emperor in the immortal mountain has always existed.

This is what the creatures of the wastelands know.

Because, whenever a new generation is born, the emperor will cultivate a group of people.

He is cultivating, and he is also groping for his own way.

A Dao, different people's cultivation will have different changes, Dao Tianjun is using this as a reference, who said that mortals must be bad.

Mortals are the most fundamental beings, and it is these people who make the whole world.

Some may be born to stand at the highest point.

However, they are not necessarily better than ordinary people, and cannot be based.

At this time, Dao Tianjun was teaching people in every era, he did not escape from the world, nor did he live in seclusion, but taught in the wasteland.

Precisely because of this.

The longevity of Dao Tianjun's blood is known to all the creatures in the wasteland.

"Do you say that the ancestors can live a second life?"

This is how a creature asks his peers.

It's just that he got an answer like this.

"Then you need Dao Ancestor to live enough to know, in the first life, do you know how long Dao Ancestor can live."

Hear the words.

The creatures of the wastelands are silent.

"Forever."

I don't know when the creatures of the Wasteland linked this word to Dao Tianjun.

Another 30,000 years have passed.

Dao Tianjun is already ninety thousand years old, and his breath has a long history, and he has no idea when his blood qi will fall.

"Similar flowers, what is a similar flower of Dao Ancestor, there is really reincarnation, will there be the same people."

An innocent creature in the wasteland asked Tianjun.

Hear this question.

The calm color in Dao Tianjun's pupils rippled.

He fell into deep thought.

He had thought about this question, and now it was brought up, because this little creature had heard about Xian Linglong, a legend that the holder brought into the fairy realm could awaken the past and present lives.

Faced with this question, Dao Tianjun sounded Ye Fan.

If he hadn't secretly intervened and done something back then, An Miaoyi and Qin Yao would have died.

And An Miaoyi died.

Ye Fan may be waiting now, waiting for someone.

At the same time, Dao Tianjun thought of Xiaomeng.

Similar words exist, Ye Fan is a manifestation, and his disciple Huahua, if Ye Fan is similar to the ruthless brother, Huahua is similar to a Buddha, they are very similar but they are not sure if they are the same person.

"Death is a new beginning." Dao Tianjun thought of this question.

Should I go to the outside world and wait, waiting for Xiaomeng's similar flower.

Ask.

Dao Tianjun shook his head quickly, his eyes were extremely firm.

"There will be no similar flowers, only the same person, he is him, there will be no similarity, reincarnation, even if it exists, in my opinion it is just a concept of rules, all thin paper tidbits."

He does not believe in similar flowers.

Because, even if there is, Dao Tianjun only believes in one life, the life of the person he knows.

Even if you live a similar life, what can you do?

That's another person.

"Little Dream is the only one."

Dao Tianjun's eyes looked at the void, as if he wanted to look at the ethereal river of time.

On this day.

There is a vast immortal qi in the immortal mountain, and Dao Tianjun's qi and blood have doubled, which is shocking and terrifying to the extreme.

With his own strength, he has created a glorious and prosperous era.

The giants of the wasteland are all quasi-emperors, extremely powerful and peerless, shaking the history of eternity.

The Word is still being preached.

Dao Tianjun is still in power, and he is becoming more and more unfathomable, as if he is a cosmic origin, and he is a realm in itself.

Between the heads and feet, Dao Tianjun resonates with heaven and earth, and between the dances, the thunder is mighty.

Stretch out your palm.

There was a thunderstorm roaring in the wasteland, which made countless living beings tremble, thinking that someone had preached.

Only in the end did they find out.

All this is just Dao Ancestor, he opened his five fingers, and the thunder in his palm was rushing, as if someone was preaching, and the chaos was surging.

For a time, the wasteland boiled.

And during this time, Dao Tianjun was still preaching.

He has cultivated another emperor.

It was a child of the Shui Clan, a descendant of Shui Miaomiao, a great-grandson of I don't know how many generations.

100,000 years have passed.

The emperor of the water tribe reigned for 10,000 years, and he could have lived longer, but he chose to go that way, and resolutely did not hesitate at all.

"Dao Ancestor, how long is your life path, and how long can you live in one life?"

Before leaving, this Dao Tianjun cultivated Emperor was asking.

Just after asking this sentence.

The Great Emperor himself interrupted his words, he had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of respect, "I'm very happy that Dao Ancestor can live so long, it's good." ”

It's true, he doesn't want to know, he just knows it's good.

There is a Taoist ancestor, and the wasteland is fortunate.

At the same time, it is good that he can witness his growth with his own eyes, the venerable ancestor, and he can watch the most respected person die and grieve him, but can watch him become the pinnacle and send him to that path.

"I'm leaving." The Great Emperor of the Water Tribes said in a deep voice.

After that he left.

The wasteland was in agony, and another emperor left.

This was the most painful time in the wasteland since eons, but they looked at the immortal mountain with more and more awe in their hearts.

In these 100,000 years.

The outside world has given birth to a new emperor, and the sky is in full swing.

This person is none other than someone else, he is a person who has a "grudge" with Dao Tianjun, Di Que, the uncle of the Great Sage of Kunzhou.

He wasn't actually dead, he was just sealed.

Just as fellow Dao Tianjun thought, Di Que, Xia Jiuyou and others were born in the wrong era, otherwise they would inevitably become gods, and it was the times that limited them.

Di Que fought against the Fighting Saint Emperor back then, and only lost to him by one move.

And the combat power of the Fighting Saint Emperor is in the history of the ages, the emperor and the emperor are ranked very high, and the Fighting Saint Emperor is the name of his race, and it is also a manifestation of the strong combat power of the Fighting Saint Emperor.

The people of the Wastelands once thought that the Truth would come to their door.

It's just that no one thought that he didn't, and he sat down in the world for eight thousand years, and during this time, he entered the heavenly court, and legend has it that he had a discussion with Emperor Ye Tian.

He lived for the second life, and the second life was only a short 8,000 years.

For all this.

Dao Tianjun knew, but he never made any movement, and he never had the idea of being born.

Another 10,000 years have passed.

Dao Tianjun, who had been sitting in the middle of the immortal mountain for more than 100,000 years and had not moved, stood up.

His eyes flickered, and he looked at Fu Xuan's small courtyard.

On this day, he went to Fu Xuan's courtyard, and took another day, during which Fu Xuan was exclaiming, and there were whispers, and more soft words.

I just don't know why.

The creatures of the wasteland felt a sense of oppression, and a sense of loss and fear rose in their hearts.

"Why is that?!"

A lot of people don't understand.

Dao Ancestor has moved, why do they feel this way?

Could it be that Dao Ancestor is about to fall? Many living beings gathered near the small courtyard where Fu Xuan was.

One by one, powerful creatures arrived, the quasi-emperor and the great sage all arrived, and the fierce beasts in the suppressed mountain range trembled, and they stood quietly on that land.

Until the passage of three days.

Dao Tianjun walked out of the land.

Slender and straight, incomparable fairy posture, attracting the creatures of this life to kneel and worship.

"I've seen Dao Ancestor."

"I'm leaving." Dao Tianjun's eyes were deep, and he said such a sentence.

A lot of people are trembling.

They finally understood why they were panicking, it was Dao Ancestor who was leaving.

Some people can't understand what it means to leave, thinking that it is death, and only some people, quasi-emperor level people, can understand what it means, it is to embark on that road.

Dao Ancestor, after living for 210,000 years, he is finally about to embark on that path, and it is his path that has reached the Great Perfection.

"Until then, I have something to do."

After saying this.

Dao Tianjun walked to the center of the Wasteland, tore through the barriers of the world, and left the Wasteland.

He's going to see someone.

His good brother, Ye Fan......

……

If I say that this is the end, will I be killed, (Pi is happy this time) in fact, it is not over yet,