"It's okay for you to become an Immortal Emperor."

With this sentence echoing in his ears, Dao Tianjun's eyes widened.

Did this old man do it on purpose?

He is still so evil, just like when he let the clansmen know that the little desolate master's Hantan heritage is not the strongest, but he doesn't tell him what the strongest background is, it is completely the same meaning, and he can drive people crazy.

"I'm not wrong, it's a lot easier."

The old man looked at Dao Tianjun's expression and seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Even if you become an immortal emperor, if you really go to the upper reaches of the long river of time to fish for people, it will be a life of nine deaths."

"There's no other way?"

Dao Tianjun's brows furrowed.

"Nope." The old man shook his head, and then he thought of something, "You can go to the Void God Realm." ”

Obviously, there is something that Dao Tianjun needs in the Void God Realm.

Dao Tianjun heard this and bowed slightly.

Since he had already learned from the mouth of the distant ancestor that there was no other way, there was no need to force it.

After that, Dao Tianjun left.

Without disturbing the peaceful life of the clansmen, Dao Tianjun overlooked the wasteland.

One step in the foot.

He stepped from the forbidden land into the Immortal Mountain, the black mountain that had been sealed away after he left.

"I'm back."

The moment he stepped into the immortal god, Dao Tianjun had a smile on his face.

After the Immortal Mountain left, it fell into complete silence, it was extremely peaceful, and the world of 130,000 years had passed, and it had never changed.

Glancing.

The Wudao tea tree in front of the mountain, all kinds of law tea leaves are all over the place, flashing with fairy mangs.

I haven't seen it for many years, it's still like that, it seems to be like this from ancient times to the present, the vicissitudes of life, only it remains the same.

Under the tree, there are remnant creatures sitting in the wasteland, feeling the way of heaven, cultivating and seeking immortality.

"Woo ......"

At this moment, there was a sound of sorrow in the depths of the Immortal Mountain, and there was a great mourning.

It was someone crying, and it was sad.

"What is this?"

The creatures under the tea tree of enlightenment opened their eyes and looked at the immortal mountain.

Some of the older clansmen sighed and looked at Heiyue.

"It's Ancestor Fu Xuan who is crying."

Hearing this, all of them shook their bodies, they had all heard it before.

Ever since Daozu left.

In the past 130,000 years, there have been occasional loud cries in the depths of the Immortal Mountain, and the sound of mourning and mourning.

The clansmen of the Wasteland knew that this was the first time that Ancestor Fu Xuan had woken up from the slumber of immortality, remembered the old things, and couldn't let go of it in their hearts, and did not forget Dao Ancestor.

The years are slipping away.

Fu Xuan became more and more powerful, and with his strong perseverance, Shi Yun's company made him endure loneliness and won the pole.

But in tens of thousands of years, he will always wake up and endure loneliness, but he can't forget the past and can't let go.

Dao Tianjun's eyes flowed brightly, and there was a feeling of emotion and apology in his heart.

Unique little courtyard.

The fairy flowers and sacred grasses are swaying, they are more colorful, there are miracle medicines to die, and there are also seeds to germinate.

Behind the garden is the attic courtyard.

For a long time, the attic was the same, there was no dust, the dust was not clean, the gauze tent was fluttering in the wind, and the furnishings in the small courtyard were still the same as 130,000 years ago, clean and tidy.

Nothing is missing, except for a hint of anger.

"Tianjun is very talented, there is no one who can compare with him in the ages, he is unbeatable in the ages, and he is now living well in the fairy realm."

"I know, but aren't you also worried, Yun'er?"

Someone in the attic whispered with deep concern, and such conversations seemed to have occurred many times in 130,000 years.

"Strange old man."

Suddenly, a soft call came from outside the quiet courtyard.

There was also a sound in the attic.

Fu Xuan's expression was shocked.

"I heard the call, Yun'er, can you hear me?"

"No, are you missing too much?"

"Delusion?"

Fu Xuan was puzzled.

"Strange old man."

The sound came again, and Fu Xuan heard it and was stunned.

"I really heard it, Yun'er, didn't you hear it?"

Shi Yunliu's eyebrows frowned slightly

She was about to say something when a soft call sounded in her ear.

"Patriarch."

There was a look of amazement on that beautiful face.

The two looked at each other.

"Not a delusion."

There was a creak and a knock on the door.

"Hehe, strange old man, patriarch, I'm back."

A familiar voice came from the doorway.

Suddenly, Fu Xuan and Shi Yun both looked at each other.

"Stinky boy (Tianjun)!"

The figure that I thought I would never see again in this life appeared and stood in front of them.

Suddenly, they had the illusion that this was an illusion that was born of daily thought, even if they were emperors, they also had this kind of thought.

"It's really a stinky boy."

This illusion lasted less than a moment, and Fu Xuan was pleasantly surprised.

"You came back from that road and didn't die? Or is this your ghost? Fu Xuan, as always, is not in tune.

Sometimes Dao Tianjun wonders if he is really Fu Xuan and their clansmen, who are in the same vein, so they don't have to run away with this character.

That being said.

Fu Xuan, together with Shi Yun, kept watching, and his eyes were cut.

They are watching to see if Dao Tianjun has any injuries on his body, now they are extremely Dao people, they have been to the forbidden land, they have learned some of the secrets of the wasteland, they know some things that they want to come back from that road, and they are afraid that Dao Tianjun will be injured and come back.

"I'm fine."

Dao Tianjun said with a smile.

After checking it and confirming that it was okay, Fu Xuan directly hugged Dao Tianjun.

"Stinky boy, you're really back."

Just the next moment.

Fu Xuan's face changed suddenly, and he raised his hand with a violent shudder.

"Stinky boy, you're still calling outside, teasing us, you should be beaten."

Miraculously, in Fu Xuan's eyes, he didn't see Dao Tianjun dodging.

This rage is right in the middle.

"Ahh

A cry of pain sounded, and Fu Xuan covered his hands.

"You stinky boy has rebuilt the head railway, your head is so hard."

"Hey, hey." Dao Tianjun smiled strangely, he was an immortal king, and it was very face-saving to give Fu Xuan such a violent chestnut.

Immediately, he squinted, his expression was strange, and he snorted, "I'm not looking at the strange old man you're crying, trying to tease you." ”

"Crying? You heard it wrong, that's the wind today. ”

Fu Xuan did not admit it.

Shi Yun smiled bitterly, these two people are not too young, and their cultivation is even more unparalleled in the world, and they are like children when they meet each other.

"You guys."

Shi Yun chuckled, her eyes were actually red when she saw Dao Tianjun again, tears were slipping down, and her emotions fluctuated.

She doesn't get along with Dao Tianjun much, but she cherishes it every time, and regards Dao Tianjun as her own clansman and even her own child in her heart.

Fu Xuan would cry, how could she never cry.

"Worried the patriarch."

Dao Tianjun's heart moved, with warmth, but also guilt.

It took so long for him to come back, which made Fu Xuan and Shi Yun worried, and they felt sorry for it.

"It's good to be back." Shi Yun shook his head, his voice was soft, with kindness, and there was a trace of trill, to be able to see Dao Tianjun again, knowing that he was fine, that was enough.

"Hmm." Dao Tianjun bowed his head, and responded with a trill, he had actually resisted the urge to cry.

"Hmph, stinky boy, you want to cry, right, cry, cry better."

Fu Xuan said.

There's a desire in his eyes to pull a game back here.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun looked over, just like that, in Fu Xuan's eyes, he couldn't help but cry in his eyes, and the mist that appeared made Dao Tianjun directly run the mana and lost it.

Seeing this, Fu Xuan almost kicked over.

This stinky boy isn't going to give a chance.

"What are you cultivating now?" Fu Xuan finally asked what he had been asking about.

As early as when Dao Tianjun came in, he could clearly feel that although Dao Tianjun's aura was astringent, it was difficult to hide that kind of immortal king's qi, and Fu Xuan's eyesight was absolutely first-class, otherwise he would not have looked for Dao Tianjun as a member of the Shiyun clan.

"Immortal King."

Dao Tianjun whispered.

"The surface is still the real combat power."

Fu Xuan said such a sentence, his eyes flickering.

The one who knows the most about Tianjun's combat power, in this world, Fu Xuan is the first.

"Surface." The corners of Dao Tianjun's mouth swung in an arc.

"What is real."

"My Immortal King is respected, and I can fight the Quasi-Immortal Emperor."

The smile on Dao Tianjun's face became brighter and brighter, with an expression of surprise, surprise, and happiness.

“……”

Fu Xuan was a little autistic.

After a long time, Fu Xuan came back to his senses and said three words, "Fuck you." ”

He just burst into foul language.

I can't stand it anymore.

Is this kid a cultivation weapon?

"Have you seen You'er and them?" Fu Xuan spoke up again.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun shook his head, he heard Fu Xuan's voice and came over as soon as he heard it, and he hadn't gone to see them yet.

"Then you can go."

Fu Xuan waved his hand.

How could Dao Tianjun not understand that Fu Xuan didn't want to listen to himself.

Immediately, Dao Tianjun also said that he planned to wake up Huo Rouyun and them, and then left the small courtyard.

Looking at Dao Tianjun's back.

Fu Xuan and Shi Yun's eyes were full of relief.

It's just that soon Fu Xuan watched Dao Tianjun go away, and he turned around with endless grievances in his eyes.

"Am I wasted?"

Fu Xuan's face was distressed, why was he so rubbish.

Shi Yun hugged Fu Xuan, "How come, in my eyes, you are still the most powerful." ”

"Uh-huh." Fu Xuan's head plunged into the fierce sea of Shiyun and hugged him.

In these years when Tianjun was rampant, only Shi Yun could warm his heart.

Dao Tianjun walked to the other end of the depths of the Immortal Mountain.

There is a palace there, as if the inner wall of the immortal mountain has been hollowed out and inlaid inside.

The palace is simple and has countless immortal gold materials.

This was forged by Dao Tianjun over a period of 220,000 years, using all the savings he had accumulated in this universe.

It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is not big, smaller than a general palace.

There is a lot in the palace.

The white mist is vast, the fairy aura is swirling, rich and almost liquid, the fragrance is comfortable, and the divine source and immortal source can be seen everywhere in this.

On it there are three immortal ice beds.

Three stunningly beautiful women lay on it, peaceful and serene.

No matter what changes occur in the outside world, they are always the same, their faces are not old, they are green and black, and their skin is full of snow.

Dao Tianjun looked at Huo Rouyun and them, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Now he is 340,000 years old, and the time they have been with him is very short, only a few thousand years, but it was his best years, and he can't forget their company......

……

There are only two shifts today (hugging his head and shivering)