"The mottled years of the ages, looking back, the past is a dream" like a dream, Liang Qu read this sentence again, it seems to be a sentence remembered in the previous life, but it is difficult to find the corresponding source from the awakened memory of ancient cultivation.

Frowning and thinking for a while, but still found nothing, Liang Qu could only put it down and scan the things around him again, just like before, he didn't find anything unusual, but there was an inexplicable familiarity.

"You're finally here." Suddenly, a woman in Tsing Yi walked out from behind the corridor, dressed in an ancient neon dress, tied with five-colored silk silk, and her hair bun was pulled up with six-colored gold, graceful and luxurious without losing her bearing.

"Who are you?" Liang Qu didn't panic, after all, compared to this ancient cultivator woman, the strangeness of this place already surprised him.

"An era has passed, and it's normal for you to forget about it." The woman did not explain directly, but sighed at the ruthlessness of the long years.

Liang Qu knew the identity of his reincarnation of Gu Xiu, and he also awakened some of Gu Xiu's memories, but he really didn't know about it, not to mention that at the critical moment of depriving his luck, it suddenly appeared, which also made people feel unbelievable, not only did there appear a bizarre scene, but also about himself.

"Well, come with me, what you want to know is right in front of you, and I won't go into details." The woman sighed leisurely, turned around and walked towards the corridor, where colorful silk floated as she walked, and a refreshing breeze faintly blew.

Stepping into the long corridor, you will be greeted by the remnants of time, broken porcelain jars, broken bronze spears, and frescoes that spread into the depths.

It can be perceived that the bloody handprint left on one side of the mural still has a boundless desolation, and not far away, there is a broken copper rope, which rests in place, covered with a layer of dust.

Not only the surrounding scene, but also the bronze murals, which are partially missing, but completely record some traces of the ancient cultivation era, even if the inlaid spiritual jade has lost its previous spirituality, the high-grade spiritual stones that paved the corridor have exhausted their spiritual power, and still retain endless vicissitudes.

At the end of the cloister was a dilapidated room, the roof seemed to have been reduced to ashes in a peerless battle, and only a few items of spiritual power were left in the room, and everything else was gone.

"What happened here?" Liang Qu asked in shock.

"Let's keep looking, the illusion of spiritual power anthropomorphism here is not over yet, and the next thing is the battle that once been."

The shadow of the spear was heavy, tearing through the heavy canopy, and the blood-red sunset reflected on the spear, which looked extremely terrifying.

The sunset and the blood were shining, and they couldn't distinguish each other for a long time, and they didn't know where to form a blood scab, and with the breath of the man in the sky, the blood scabs with bright red flesh were scattered in the sky.

"Kill!" Ignoring the flying blood, the man rushed towards the sky, and the sky curtain tore out a long and narrow opening, from which many characters with the aura of the Heavenly Dao poured out, each of which was difficult to see through the breath, and only felt that it was far beyond the Great Luo Jinxian.

In other words, for those characters, Da Luo Jinxian is not even an ant, but the man is not afraid at all, he rushes over with a horizontal gun, and every time he swings, a strong man falls.

Seeing this scene, Liang Qu actually had an inexplicable impulse to conquer the sky with him and fight the invincible Heavenly Dao.

What's going on?! Liang Qu didn't know.

It's just that there is an inexplicable sense of surrender, and he wants to kneel under the man's command, fight with him, and bathe in blood in the sky together.

The powerhouses with the breath of heaven were all wiped out and turned into scattered ashes, but this peerless battle was not over, everything was just the beginning.

The thunder roared in the sky, and there was a powerful wind rolling up, this is not an ordinary thunder and wind, the power of the thunder is only a trace of undetectable, which can make Da Luo Jinxian turn into ashes, and it will never enter reincarnation.

As for the Gangfeng that fills the entire heavenly dome, it is even more strange and unpredictable, Gangfeng has a little spirituality, can avoid the invasion of guns, and it covers the entire heavenly dome, and the Gangfeng summoned by the monk's means is not an order of magnitude at all.

If the Gangfeng in the monk's supernatural power is a cluster of flames, then the endless Gangfeng in the heavenly dome is full of fire.

If that's just the case, it's okay, this thunder and Gangfeng, carrying the will of the Heavenly Dao, are not comparable to ordinary thunder Gangfeng, even if they are cultivated to a high level of supernatural power, they don't dare to face such an offensive.

The man's expression remained unchanged, the spear in his hand changed, turning into a sharp long knife, just with a wave, it tore the wind in the sky, and before the wind gathered, he rushed towards the crack in the sky.

The thunder blocked the man's steps, and the wind gathered into a thick rope, wrapped around the man's body, but he did not have the slightest accident, and took the initiative to lead the thunder into his body and turn it into his own use.

It turned out that the man's spiritual power was exhausted, and if he wanted to urge it, he was afraid that it would hurt the foundation, so he only showed the enemy with flaws, let the thunder and wind invade himself, and then use the magic power to guide the thunder and irrigation, and the gang wind cleansed the meridians.

With this step, it brings good benefits, not only enriching one's own spiritual power, but also removing the meridian stagnation and physical injuries left by long-term battles.

At this time, in the crack of the heavenly dome, a purple qi descended, not a vision, nor a fruit position, but a pure killing technique, with a strong heavenly aura, slashing towards the man.

The purple qi was like a rainbow, more like a sharp blade, cutting towards the man's neck, only to see the man transform into a black shadow, with a bloody aura, avoiding the purple qi blade of the Heavenly Dao.

The battle did not stop, but Liang Qu gradually awakened the memory of the ancient Xiu era in this scene of battle.

Yes, the man is the strong man he followed in his previous life.

If you count the previous lives of men, there are already seven generations of disputes, but they are still endless, and they will fight with the heavens again in the seventh life.

Liang Qu forgot the reason why he was the enemy of the sky, but he remembered the unyielding figure of the heavenly dome, defeated again and again, and stood up again and again, until Yu Tianqiong tore open the crack.

The moment the crack was torn, the spiritual power had already been exhausted, so the Heavenly Dao gathered the most powerful offensive to defeat the enemy, but he didn't want the man to take the initiative to lead the thunder into the body, and exchange the huge damage and pain for the strength to fight again.

What perseverance this is, daring to exchange serious injuries for spiritual power, but also ignoring the torture of the power of the Heavenly Dao, ignoring the sting of the thunder, and ignoring the cutting of the gangfeng.

I could only hear a loud "Battle!" The man rose up and fought again against the invincible opponent - Tiandao.

How powerful the Heavenly Dao is, it is not at all something that the monk can fight against, in fact, he has been able to live until now, it is still the result of the Heavenly Dao trying to play tricks on him, if he is not interested, it is like a child who crushes an ant fly to death, it is not something that can be resisted by any means.

Liang Qu couldn't bear it, ignoring the gap between the two, and rushed to the sky in spite of his humble cultivation: "Lord, wait for me!" ”