The maelstrom stopped spinning, and the darkness in the abyss retreated.

The abyss is sometimes shallow, and as long as the evil thoughts disappear, the abyss will also become flat.

When the darkness cleared, Kunpeng descended from the sky with the gods on his back and came to the bottom of the abyss.

Where is it. They saw Xie Moling, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

His upper body was naked, his flesh and blood were half crippled, his arms were deep in white bones, and his hands were almost turned into powder, as if they would be scattered at the touch of it.

However, the hands still held the gun firmly.

The tip of the spear was nailed to the ground. Surrounded by a large expanse of demonic blood, it still shimmered with evil and fierceness, discouraged the gods.

The long black hair broke into strands. He was embarrassed like a beggar, covering most of his face.

His face was pale and bloodless, thin as a knife's edge.

This man, who once left countless myths and legends in the Three Realms of the world, is not as weak as a skeleton walking corpse in the underworld.

"Demon Dao, Demon Dao ......" Nanhua Zhenren murmured.

The world only knows that the disciples of the Demon Dao are thousands of years old, and who knows how much pain they have to bear as the Demon Dao Patriarch.

Especially a peerless powerhouse from another world, who can create a demonic foundation in the world, devote his whole life to it, and finally die for the devil's way and return to the soul cliff, incarnating Xiyi and returning to heaven and earth.

Even if he doesn't know the true life experience of the ancestor, his life is enough to move everyone, and even Daozang doesn't want to leave a name for him, because once his name is written into Daozang, then there will be no humanity and immortal Dao in the Daomen from now on.

And after knowing his origins. He has moved more than just the Three Realms of the world.

The Ancient Three Realms, the Eternal Void, and even this Tai Chi Lord who has traveled through countless parallel spaces of the universe and weaved countless dreams must be moved by him.

In fact, Nanhua Zhenren has never intersected with Xie Moling, and the one who really knows him is her father, the master of Mixed Yuan Taiji.

Therefore, when Nanhua Zhenren saw Xie Moling in front of him, he only had infinite sighs and shocks in his heart.

Pojun shed tears, all the hatred, all the resentment, disappeared the moment he saw his sweetheart.

She knelt down reverently and knelt beside Dao Zu, wanting to lift him up from the ground, but lest she hurt him. Even, the white hand stretched out for a long time, and he didn't dare to pull away a strand of hair on his forehead.

thought that the cause and effect had been cut off, and they had nothing to do with each other.

But at the moment of meeting, it evoked thousands of lovesick bonds.

A little deeper, the deep mountains shine in the late autumn rain.

Just because, no matter how much affection you use or how many tears you leave, as long as it is for him.

It's all worth it.

Alley, fell to his knees.

Jiang Xueyang fell to his knees.

As if the two demon generals who were seriously injured and couldn't hold themselves, they pushed away the support around them. Get on your knees.

Murong Yuanrui knelt on the ground, taking several primeval gods behind her.

Glowing candles. One left and one right knelt on the ground.

Empress Ziyu, straighten out your clothes.

Xie Liuyun, straighten out your clothes.

Queen Mother of the West, straighten out your clothes.

Humanitarian, immortal warriors, collectively pay tribute to Dao ancestors.

With Nanhua real people. Recite a sentence: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable ......"

Kunpeng was sad, and the stars in the sky of 90,000 miles wept.

Just for the man in front of him, stabbed the Void Lord and saved this broken world.

And the door behind the man.

Devil's way, devil's way!

Of the people present, the only one who kept his body still was the Apodia of Death.

She didn't have any words. Only after he swept Xie Moling's body with a divine thought at the beginning, and realized that he was still alive, his expression returned to eternal ice.

No matter what Xie Moling did, no matter how many people he touched.

Before she got the news about me, there was no Dao Ancestor in her eyes, and there was no Demon Dao Ancestor!

"Alley, heal him." The concubine opened her mouth indifferently.

Ah Li got up, poured all her divine thoughts, and turned into white moonlight and sprinkled on Dao Ancestor.

Moonlight can repair Xie Moling's damaged spirit.

At the same time, Youying and Candlelight spit out two divine lights respectively, which are the Qi of the Innate Taiyin and the Qi of the Innate Sun.

One yin and one yang is the way. Yin and yang are unpredictable gods.

With the injection of two innate Yin and Yang Qi, the scars of Dao Ancestor's body began to slowly recover.

The flesh covered the bones again, but it quickly cracked.

Some injuries. It takes time to fix, and some of them can't be repaired.

Lord of Demons, the scars left by the Lord of the Void. How can the energy of the inferior be easily repaired?

To recover, you can only rely on Xie Moling's own deity.

Alley's moonlight was equally futile, no matter how much divine light she used. Xie Moling remained like a statue, staying asleep on one knee with a gun in his hands.

It's not that he won't wake up, it's that he can't.

The shot just now amazed the eternals, and the ensuing wind of destruction hit his body and soul hard.

The crowd was silent, and no one left.

If he doesn't wake up for 10,000 years, then they can only stay here for 10,000 years to wait.

Because, there is one thing still waiting for him to reveal the answer. Heaven cannot be without a way for a day, and now the person who has regained the way of heaven is no longer there......

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and began to fall from between her eyebrows.

Tiny snow particles soon joined together, and the snow covered the sky. The heavy snow obscured the battlefield of sorrow for all beings, but it could not hide the sorrow in the heart of death.

Each piece of snowflake represents a wisp of her divine thoughts, so when this snow falls on the entire heaven, it also represents her divine thoughts searching this heaven and earth.

She didn't get any news, she didn't feel anything existing.

In the end, the concubine condensed her divine thoughts on the demon sword beside Dao Ancestor.

Just as she bent down to pick up the sword, the sword suddenly turned and flew towards the Nine Heavens. The speed was extremely fast, and when the concubine tried to reach out to catch it again, the sword had disappeared without a trace.

"The sword of the Void Lord is not tolerated by all beings, and the laws of heaven and earth have taken it back." Nanhua Zhenren said.

"Oh." The concubine hummed softly, as if she had lost something.

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