Hearing that the other party recognized his name, Ji Jiufang finally opened his eyes.

The eye is a shadow as light as a bamboo, standing far away on the shore, the sleeves are windless and automatic, just a glance from a distance, it will make most people in the world yearn for it, and they can't wait to see clearly, what kind of face that figure has born.

It must be cynical.

Once, and indeed a cynical face.

It's a pity that somehow now, I can't really see it anyway.

The strange figure is surrounded by a layer of white but not dazzling light, which looks warm and warm, but it makes people daunting and ashamed.

Recalling the previous incident, Ji Jiufang's head hurt more and more. He couldn't help but turn his head back and close his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the spiritual power that was rushing indiscriminately in the primordial spirit, while watching out for his every move.

"The last time I saw the Demon Lord, it was when the Demon Lord slaughtered the Quartet with his own strength." Mo Jian said lightly, and the figure was still on the shore.

Ji Jiufang sneered.

Enduring the feeling of a splitting headache, he said, "The last time Benjun saw you, you have cultivated to-" After a pause, he found the word in his recent memory: "Tianzun Realm." How? I'm afraid it's longer now, right? ”

"Let the Demon Lord be disappointed, it is still the Heavenly Venerable Realm below, and there has been no progress in the past 100,000 years." Mo Jian said with a chuckle.

Ji Jiufang suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared suspiciously at the strange in the distance, and asked questioningly, "For 100,000 years, you haven't gone any further?" ”

Mo Jian shook his head.

In the light and shadow, you can't really see his movements.

"No further."

Ji Jiufang narrowed his eyes.

Above the Tianzun realm, it is the Dao Ancestor.

It's just that no Dao Ancestor has appeared in the past 100,000 years, and the immortals in the thirty-three heavens, who are barely able to cultivate to the realm of Tianzun, are only so three. There were two people in the realm of Dao Ancestors: the anecdotes of the Northern Continent and the Ji Fu of the Southern Continent.

Later, there was no legend of these two people in the world.

I also wrote more than a thousand words, but after reading it myself, I felt that the logic was messed up, and it shouldn't be Ji Jiufang who knew it, so I needed to change it for a while*******

Hearing that the other party recognized his name, Ji Jiufang finally opened his eyes.

The eye is a shadow as light as a bamboo, standing far away on the shore, the sleeves are windless and automatic, just a glance from a distance, it will make most people in the world yearn for it, and they can't wait to see clearly, what kind of face that figure has born.

It must be cynical.

Once, and indeed a cynical face.

It's a pity that somehow now, I can't really see it anyway.

The strange figure is surrounded by a layer of white but not dazzling light, which looks warm and warm, but it makes people daunting and ashamed.

Recalling the previous incident, Ji Jiufang's head hurt more and more. He couldn't help but turn his head back and close his eyes tightly, trying to suppress the spiritual power that was rushing indiscriminately in the primordial spirit, while watching out for his every move.

"The last time I saw the Demon Lord, it was when the Demon Lord slaughtered the Quartet with his own strength." Mo Jian said lightly, and the figure was still on the shore.

Ji Jiufang sneered.

Enduring the feeling of a splitting headache, he said, "The last time Benjun saw you, you have cultivated to-" After a pause, he found the word in his recent memory: "Tianzun Realm." How? I'm afraid it's longer now, right? ”

"Let the Demon Lord be disappointed, it is still the Heavenly Venerable Realm below, and there has been no progress in the past 100,000 years." Mo Jian said with a chuckle.

Ji Jiufang suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared suspiciously at the strange in the distance, and asked questioningly, "For 100,000 years, you haven't gone any further?" ”

Mo Jian shook his head.

In the light and shadow, you can't really see his movements.

"No further."

Ji Jiufang narrowed his eyes.

Above the Tianzun realm, it is the Dao Ancestor.

It's just that no Dao Ancestor has appeared in the past 100,000 years, and the immortals in the thirty-three heavens, who are barely able to cultivate to the realm of Tianzun, are only so three. There were two people in the realm of Dao Ancestors: the anecdotes of the Northern Continent and the Ji Fu of the Southern Continent.

Later, there was no legend of these two people in the world.