The gate of heaven slowly opened, and familiar faces appeared, just like fifteen hundred years ago, and it was what happened next in Xiyangzi that Wang Feng knew. This is Xiyangzi's path to becoming an immortal, and the moment the gate of heaven is fully opened, there is no immortal qi at all, but chaos pours in. Xiyangzi, who seemed to be in control, Wang Feng raised his hand and the chaos turned into a rolling immortal qi and merged into Xiyangzi's body.

The hole on the side is unknown, and the door is open in the daytime, and there is a person to greet him, this person is only the peak of Mahayana, how can he still exist and become an immortal in the place where he fell. Without asking too much, watching Xiyangzi become an immortal with his own eyes, the two said something unknown. After the man returned, he disappeared as if he had disappeared, until Wang Feng understood that everything was not accidental. As the Danxing Daoist said, everything was already doomed.

Just as Wang Feng believes for the first time that he really traveled to the future, he let go of resistance in his heart. A sprout began to grow, watching Nishiyoko disappear with herself. "You can really travel through time, "A Thousand Dreams"

Wang Feng stepped into the place where he fell, looking at the vast land full of holes. In front of me, several starlight pillars were planted on the earth, and the northern region, which was the most prosperous in the past, was full of ruins. The rift left by the Great War in the Northern Regions was divided into several fast, and the Great Qin Empire had already divided countless small countries in the city. Daming, as the main battlefield, Fulong City became ashes, and now it has become a wild land.

To be the first to prepare for the Han Dynasty, but it became one of the largest empires, and now there is no presence of monks, and martial arts are prevalent. The Fallen Ground was much more peaceful than it had been, though the nations were still at war with each other. Due to the fact that the area divided by the plate is not vast, many places are no longer suitable for survival. How fortunate these ordinary people are to live in this era, and they can truly control their destiny without bowing to the monks.

Wang Feng's left hand was filled with black qi and with a powerful wave, several starlight pillars shattered decisively. As a result, countless chaotic breaths left by the war in the entire Northern Regions were wiped out in the destruction. Pointing to the ground with his right hand, the wounds of the war are slowly repairing, and some of the earth that has not been completely destroyed has grown young buds. The dry trees are finally green, and a drizzle is falling from the sky.

The three empires of that year are now hundreds of small countries, and the most powerful Han is only half of what it was back then. Now that there are no monks, even an invincible warrior cannot slaughter a country with one person. Obviously, this era is the age of civilization, but countless small countries are fighting for orthodoxy. At this time, the changes in the Northern Regions can be felt by almost everyone alive, and it is raining in the entire Northern Regions.

When the country of Liuli was founded in the north of Great Qin, the old farmers looked up and looked at the spring rain. It's not that the rain is unusual, but it's very comfortable to have such a mild drizzle in the hot summer season. Stopping the work in hand to enjoy the comfort brought by the spring rain, the tired body quickly recovered to strength in the drizzle. The old peasants in their forties and fifties seemed to be more than ten years younger, and they worked much faster.

The old man of Wudang Mountain of the Han Dynasty stood on the top of the mountain and closed his eyes to recuperate on this day, and the fall of the drizzle made the old man finally realize the secret technique left by the ancestor. The dirt all over his body washed away in the spring rain, and suddenly the sword opened his eyes as if he had changed into a different person. The reborn veteran has not been so happy for decades, and Xiao Daotong looks at the ancestor like the ancestor in the portrait.

The Qin Heavenly Eunuchs of all countries believed that this was auspicious from heaven, and even the monarch of the Liu clan of the Great Han Dynasty knew that the great war in this world hundreds of years ago was also auspicious for this spring rain. How many readers sighed that countless poems and songs spread all over the streets and alleys in just a few days. The surviving spirit beasts spat out in the spring rain, and the forest and grassland exuded a faint aura.

How many dry spiritual veins have awakened spiritual light, and several rays of light shoot out from all over the earth. The magic weapon left for hundreds of years reappeared in the world because of the spring rain, and streams flowed out of various mountains. The major rivers are no longer overflowing, and the dry land is slightly vibrant.

The eastern part of the Han Dynasty is known as a basin in the Yan Kingdom, and in the spring rain, countless tigers, beasts and hares emerge to look at the sky. One direction seems to be waiting for the return of the owner, and a bamboo house in the bamboo forest is very simple. A middle-aged man walked out from the sky when it began to rain, looking at the sky and exuding years of depression. Now there is only one monk in the whole world who is also an immortal Nine Mirrors, which can be said to be born of luck.

One person occupies almost the general luck of the entire world, and this is still a year of traveling to several countries to scatter the luck in returning to heaven and earth. Two hundred years ago, in order to make this world more alive, the previous demon lord dissipated the only remaining trace of spiritual light and repaired the world. In the past hundreds of years, he has made up for the gaps according to the method left by the demon lord, so that he can have a relatively stable situation now.

The grasslands of the Western Regions have now become a truly wild land, and the surviving creatures of the Western Regions were brought to the Northern Regions by means of immortals more than a hundred years ago. Eventually, a pattern of alien invasion was formed in several countries in the Northern Regions. The blending of various groups of cultures formed the current good situation, and then the Eastern Regions didn't know what happened, and the sect that was originally small was suddenly destroyed and completely disappeared.

As for the man from the Southern Regions, he has been there several times in more than a hundred years, and many islands have been swallowed up by the sea in the violent air currents. Perhaps the islands of the Southern Regions were accustomed to the situation where the Great Monk was in charge, and they blindly escaped when they encountered big waves for a while. I never knew how many people had died in the entire Southern Regions on a large island.

The man moved the islands in the waves, and it took decades to save countless large and small islands to the relatively stable northern regions, and then the southern islands formed forces to attack the mainland in the past hundred years. It was the countries in the coastal areas that were losing step by step, and the division of countries began. As for the men of the Northern Regions, they are even more suitable for survival as much as possible.

Whether it is in that tribe or country, there is a different deity, which is the god who brings hope to them. The idol of the gods in each region is different, but I don't know that this is actually a person, but the Eastern Regions is the regret of a man. After solving the Western Regions and the Southern Regions, he immediately headed towards the Eastern Regions, but he didn't expect that the Eastern Regions would not be able to set foot at all. It's like it's closed, and now I live here to see what's going on in the Eastern Regions.

In the sky, the gate of heaven slowly closed, but in order to enter, the spring rain brought by Wang Feng's right hand was the time of January. I have always felt the power of this power, and exerted a trace of the thought brought by the origin, Wang Feng felt more and more that the sprout was thriving, and the sprout had now become a young green sapling in his right hand. Under the influence of the power of creation, the original heart has been able to fight against the demon heart.

Most of the cracks in the entire northern region gradually recovered, and he sat high in the sky with his eyes closed. The heart of "A Thousand Autumns" passed over to the side again in his mind, this is Xiyangzi's legal decision after repairing it back then. It can be said to be a complete exercise, or a seed of origin. Wang Feng felt time like a dream, from his birth to the battle to destroy the world, and then to everything that happened in the next hundreds of years.

A strong farmer took his wife out of the mountains and walked in the Yan country, which was quite a family property. After giving birth to a son in the last five years, the original traveling Taoist found that this child was gifted and intelligent, and had the quality of cultivation. Originally, the husband and wife who wanted to accept the apprentice also agreed, and they sent it out when the child was enlightened. Until the child is three years old, a big event happens.

The husband and wife are considered to have returned to their hometown, but they didn't expect the child to be dizzy when they walked to the foot of the mountain in their hometown. Overnight, he went from a teenager with dementia to the road of seeking medical treatment before returning to his hometown. This walk has been going for several years, and the traveler has never seen him again. Since then, the husband and wife have never walked out of the mountain, and the child was deceived into the mountains to get exercises and embark on the road of cultivation.

After that, everything happened Wang Feng seemed to go aside, all the way to the battle of annihilation. Demon Venerable Lou Huang escaped from the place where he fell with Wang Feng, and then Xiaoyaozi sent Ah Zi's little white tiger head out. Because Xiaoyaozi's soul was unstable, he sent out most of the monks above the Yuan Infant Realm and fell, and then Li Yaomu, who was in charge of Wang Yuan, used Wang Yuan to save the remaining monks. Because Wang Yuan is limited and cannot carry it, the demon lord integrates the world under Yandu into Wang Yuan. Wang Yuan, which expanded dozens of times in an instant, was inspected by Li Yaomu and the Demon Lord, and most of the monks still survived, and most of the Pillar Mirror monks could not withstand the pressure of heaven and earth, and died on the spot.

The surviving Qi Cultivation Mirror survived, but it could not break the mirror, and could only die of old age, and after that, the last trace of the Demon Lord's soul dissipated to nourish the world. No one knows the suffering of his disciple Li Yaomu for hundreds of years, and a tear fell from the sky from the corner of his cheek in the face of Wang Feng, who was crying in the face of life and death. For hundreds of years, Wang Feng has seen Li Yaomu's suffering, Li Yaomu's tiredness, and more loneliness.

Slowly opened his eyes and said lightly: "Yaomu, you are tired." ”

The familiar man standing in front of him said, "I'm not tired in vain." ”

For several years, this man has been by Shizun's side like this, without complaints, his eyes are ruddy, and the pain of many years is not in his words, all in his eyes. The master and apprentice looked at the great river where they fell now, as if they were so familiar with the royal garden together, but it was not long but completely different. The master became a demon god, and the disciple became a great monk with the great fortune of the whole world.

Wang Feng's eyebrows spread out one eye, like a black hole, but it was clear, like a passage to a world. The moment the three eyes opened on the ground, time stopped, and it seemed that there were only two masters and apprentices in the whole world. It seems that in the third eye, at any time, people can look back at the past and see the future like a dream, and in Wang Feng's eyebrows, Li Yaomu saw that in the future, the first foundation building mirror would appear in the place where the sword fell. It will be a big year for the next few hundred years, and the appearance of monks will be set by the rules. Monks can only practice on the mountain, and mortals enjoy luck in building a country. Martial Fu's ability to break the mirror with luck and fight with the monk is not in the world, so that the monk can be unscrupulous. As long as there is a great monk, there will be a martial artist who will climb to the top and kill with a country's luck, and a martial artist will also have a monk on the top of the mountain to suppress his luck.

The third eye was closed and disappeared, and time returned to normal, just like taking Li Yaomu to travel the world hundreds of years later. And they are the luck of this world, and everything in Wang Yuan will not exist in this world. There is only one change found in time, that is, even Wang Feng can't see the change after hundreds of years.

In the Eastern Regions, he will take away the generals of the gods and demons who have suppressed for 100,000 years, why would there be immortals coming out.

Li Yaomu didn't understand, and Wang Feng didn't understand, and the two of them went towards the Eastern Regions together.