The sound of long laughter echoed in the Han Sea, suppressing the sound of the wind and sand whistling in the sky.

The rainbow light broke the dawn, and the moment it crossed, the dark clouds that rolled and spread for hundreds of thousands of miles gradually dissipated.

"Senior Brother Sun......"

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, on the huge Taiji Dojo, a Gu Pan sat in it, embracing yin and yang, looking into the void, as if he saw the rainbow light above the extreme western desert.

Her eyes are as peaceful as autumn water, and the little friends who used to play with her timidly have also soared at this time.

Sigh gently, with envy and blessing:

"It's easy to walk all the way...... I wonder if you will be able to meet the teacher? ”

In the past two hundred years, she, Yan Kaiyu, Zhang Haohao, Liu Ming and others have traveled almost all over the world, tracing the traces of the teacher again and again.

Nowadays, the only place I have never been to is behind the Gate of Heaven.

Tianmen .....

"Senior Brother Sun, it's really free."

A whisper sounded, and in the daylight, a person appeared in the dojo like a ghost, with long hair hanging down his shoulders, no hair tied up, and no crown.

The big sleeves are fluttering, like a folk maniac.

"After all, the teacher likes him the most."

Dao Gu whispered.

But I remembered the time when I first met, the timid but resolute little boy.

The teacher led him, crossed the horse to the chivalrous gate, and showed a peerless demeanor.

"Senior sister, are you thinking about the teacher again?"

The middle-aged Taoist retracted his eyes, looked at his junior sister, and sighed lightly.

Up to now, there is almost nothing in the world that he can't do, but unfortunately, the teacher, there is really no trace of disappearance.

"Senior brother, are you going down the mountain?"

Dao Gu restrained her mood and looked at the compass held in the hand of the Taoist, the compass was left by the teacher to carry the 'divine will'.

It's the 'Key to the Secret Realm of Reincarnation'.

"yes."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, his face was a little stunned: "Uncle Han, the end of his life is within three days, I want to see him for the last time......"

Life sometimes ends, whether it is an emperor or a general, or a generation of grandmasters.

"The day is still here."

Dao Gu shook her head, didn't say much, and urged the senior brother to go quickly.

The latter nodded, and was about to leave, but was stopped by her again.

"How sure are you of forcible behavior?"

Dao Gu asked.

The middle-aged Taoist stroked his long beard and groaned slightly: "Five-five." ”

"Try one or two, it's also a good ....."

Dao Gu's expression was slightly softened.

"Senior sister, wait a few days, senior brother will go back when he goes."

The Taoist put away the compass, his body was like wind and smoke, and in a flash, he had disappeared on the top of the mountain of royal power.

......

Heaven and earth are not static, and all man-made things will eventually wear and tear.

After more than 200 years of wind and rain, even the 'Fengdu City', which is known as the world's first male city, has also left more traces.

It has been repaired several times, but it cannot be completely covered.

On the towering city wall, groups of soldiers looked solemn, clenched their swords, and looked serious.

On the steps of the city wall, an old man led a child to the city wall slowly, and behind the two of them was a Taoist with half white and half black hair.

The three of them were silent, and they did not say a word until they went up to the attic above the city wall.

"In a flash, it's been more than two hundred years, and today, or the last time you and I meet master and apprentice."

The old man coughed lightly.

He was already very old, so old that his qi veins had shrunk, and his blood was beginning to exude the smell of decay.

In the face of the true limit, no internal force, true qi, seems to have lost the ability to resist.

"There's a way."

Huang Fu raised his head, his half-black and half-white hair hanging down at the corners of his eyes, covering the gloom in his eyes:

"The teacher should know that the reason why the wheel king is not dead is not how great he is, but that the patriarch changed his 'Ferris wheel method'......"

The immortality of the Wheel King surprised many people, but it was no secret to Wang Quandao.

One of the reasons why the Wheel King was able to be reborn was because his divine will was indeed perfect, his talent was extremely high, and he had the 'Ferris Wheel Method' inherited by the Wheel Temple.

But the most important thing is the plan of the king's Taoist......

"When I was very young, my teacher, your ancestor took me as an apprentice, at that time, he was also very old, and his martial arts were far inferior to you and me.....

Han Taste Palace overlooked Fengdu City under the sea of clouds, and memories flashed in the slightly cloudy eyes.

As people get old, it seems that you cherish the past.

In other words, cherish the life you have walked through, and all the people and things you have seen in this life.

Huang Fu listened quietly, even if he had heard these words more than once.

"At that time, I wondered what the teacher was afraid of when he was so open-minded and calm-minded......

At this time, I finally knew that he was afraid of death, afraid that he would disappear between heaven and earth. ”

Han Weigong said very slowly, and he was still a little panting, as if his qi and blood had decayed to the limit.

"Teacher, don't talk about it." Huang Fu was a little worried, and stepped forward to support him.

"If you don't say it before you die, you won't have a chance after you die."

Han Weigong let go of the little boy he was holding, and in the latter's worry, he sat down, his expression calm, and his voice fluctuated:

"My life is not worth it, and I don't live as long as I do, so why bother asking for more......"

Han Wei Palace is quiet in his heart, overlooking the business exchanges inside and outside the city, and his heart is quiet.

Ninety percent of his life has been spent in this city, and this city will send him to the end, which is complete.

"Huh?"

At a certain moment, Huang Fu raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be countless pictures flowing like a waterfall in his eyes.

It seems that he has also seen what is happening in the desert of the far west.

Sun En, has it really come to this point?

"I thought it was Mu Qingliu who would take this step, but I didn't want it to be Sun En."

Han Weigong also seemed to see it, and his expression was a little complicated: "The future is terrifying!" ”

He wouldn't care if he was surpassed by later generations, but that was the gate of heaven after all, after the royal power Taoist took away the heavenly and human divine soldiers, until now.

Sun En is the second person to shatter the void and ascend to the Heavenly Gate.

The first one is a Yan maniac.

It is precisely because of the infinite proximity to this step that Han Weigong knows how difficult this step is and how difficult it is to cross.

"Mu Qingliu is too good, Mu Qingfeng's sword inheritance, the great opportunity of the Extreme Demon Slaying Heaven Sword Master, one of the two is already a great creation, both exist, but it is not as pure as Sun En."

Huang Fu saw it more clearly than Han Weigong.

"Perhaps."

Han Weigong didn't have much physical strength to think about anything else, so he nodded, but saw the middle-aged Taoist who came with the flow of people on the official road in the distance.

frowned, and suddenly frowned:

"Senior nephew Zhang?"

frowned, and his tone was a little repulsive.

"What a stubborn old man......"

Zhang Hao was helpless.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a muffled sound, and when he looked up, he saw that Huang Fu had just withdrawn his palm.

"When a person is old, it is easy to get into the horns of the bull, and he can't be convinced."

“...... Senior Brother Huang is a good means. Zhang Hao put down his hand, saving himself from offending Uncle Han, of course he had no opinion.

"I don't have a long time left, and when the time comes, the teacher should always think about it."

Huang Fu looked at his palm.

Teacher, you have beaten me for hundreds of years, and I have slapped you back.

Not excessive, right?

......

Inside and outside the Hanlong Inn, a group of martial arts people looked at the red light that broke through the air, pulling the scorching waves, and their expressions changed for a while, and they were a little stunned.

Is this gone?

Is the expected war over before it has even begun?

"Is that all?"

Suddenly, some martial arts people shook their heads in disappointment, and they felt that their interest had just been extinguished by cold water.

I just feel a little anticlimactic.

"You underestimate Sun Daxia, and you can't understand what this scene represents."

Seeing that many martial arts people were in high spirits, an old man knocked on the cigarette pouch pot and sneered:

"Those who shatter the void in ancient and modern times and ascend to the gate of heaven, unless they have the heavenly and human divine soldiers in their hands, they want to compete with the great enemy, burn everything, and use the spirit of the Bo to save their lives!

is as strong as the Demon Venerable back then, and he has to invite the world to fight, and finally he has to break through the gate of heaven with the help of the king's ancestor......"

At this point, the old man was silent.

It is not good to slander the predecessors after all, although the Six Hell Demon Sect has disappeared, but there is still a secret inheritance after all.

"You mean ......"

Someone came to his senses and was surprised: "This Sun Daxia, isn't it ......?"

"I didn't say that."

The old man glanced at a few people, floated away, and a few flickered, and disappeared into the yellow sand.

Only a group of martial arts people were left, either disappointed, or shaking their heads and sighing, and some heard the old man's words and were thoughtful.

However, for a while, no one dispersed, but the voices became more and more noisy, and all kinds of discussions were loud.

"Alright, little cubs, let's all disperse!"

A cold drink exploded, like a cold current whistling, enveloping the inside and outside, more ferocious than a sandstorm:

"Why, I have to wait a few deaths to make you satisfied?!"

When many martial arts people outside the Hanlong Inn heard this, they all changed color, and they didn't dare to stay anymore, so they retreated one after another.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, and you will have a period in the future!

On the third floor, a hair-clad head snorted coldly, lifted the ring knife, dodged, and disappeared into the Hanlong Inn.

A master like him, even if he fights with others, he is not happy to be watched by others.

They are here for the way ahead, for the Gate of Heaven, not for the pleasure of these waste snacks.

"Datoutuo is still so violent."

Some Taoists raised their swords and laughed lightly, and also said goodbye to themselves.

Even after Sun En went, they didn't have any intention of staying, let alone fighting to make people happy.

It was only a moment before and after, and the martial arts people outside the Hanlong Inn had not dispersed, and the third floor was already empty, leaving only Fan Zimin tasting the wine and food slowly.

For a long time, I was full of wine and food, and there was no one inside or outside.

He rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Come on, get a pen and paper!" ”

"It's coming!"

The guys waiting outside were busy bringing pen and paper.

Fan Zimin shook his long hair, his pen and ink dotted his tongue, and he smudged it, and then he put down his pen and wrote hard:

In the 222nd year of royal power, on February 2, a generation of Tianjiao Sun En traced the footprints of the king's power to the desert wind and sand......

Later, he shattered and left at the Hanlong Inn...... At this point, it is known that the influence of the royal power Taoist in later generations has reached the end.

- Recorder, Fan Zimin.