The three breaths flowed down the river of time, from the Middle Ages to the present world.

The owners of these three breaths have seen a corner of the future.

Time is long, and the most mysterious existence in the world.

The ancient sages preached about the existence of the river of time, but no one could really change the direction of the river of time.

The ancient sage guessed the meaning of the existence of the long river of time, and there was a cloud: "The past, the present and the future are together, that is, they are connected by the long river of time, yesterday is always yesterday, today will never go to tomorrow, every day is themselves, but yesterday's self and today's self are the same two people"

Non-saints cannot see the river of time on their own, unless the river of time manifests itself for some reason.

That's exactly what is the case today!

Zhang Yong's body stepped out of the body, and his soul left the body, tracing the long river of time.

The monk hesitated for a moment, and then went towards the long river of time, tracing upstream.

In the long river of time, the three breaths from the Middle Ages and the two breaths of the present world meet!

Zhang Yong's spirit raised his hand gently, and the azure streamer swirled in his hand, turning into a long sword.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the line has been crossed. ”

He spoke softly, and his words were addressed to the three breaths that flowed downstream.

In the long river of time, it is not possible to extradite the breath to another point in time, because even if it is just a butterfly flapping its wings, it will cause unimaginable changes.

On that day, Zhang Yong was on the stone bridge, and he also watched the long river of time, but he only dared to pass out a word and let him drift with the flow.

And the saint who had stared at him and let him see a corner of the future did not send his breath into the long river of time, only left a sentence in the long river, and Zhang Yong did not even find the sentence that fell into the long river of time and drifted with the tide.

Time has passed, and it is difficult for monks to interfere, let alone extradite the breath to the past and the future, so in the face of these three breaths coming from the world, Zhang Yong will open his mouth to say that he has crossed the line.

Among the three breaths, the breath belonging to the Demon Buddha is the weakest, but it is also the most greedy, coveting the long river of time, and even more intent on rushing into the future.

Zhang Yong raised his hand, and the long sword glowed with cold light in his hand, and he wanted to slash down towards the aura of the demon Buddha!

"Stop!"

A voice sounded, and it was the Demon Buddha of the world who spoke to stop Zhang Yong.

Zhang Yong stopped, turned around, glanced at the Demon Buddha of the world meaningfully, and did not make another move.

The monk snorted coldly, but he didn't dare not explain, and said: "This is the Middle Ages, when I just walked out of the palace, not long after I was born, my cultivation was greatly damaged, and my vitality was thin, so I would be eyeing everything. ”

"So, the three breaths come from the Middle Ages, where did you meddle in the long river of time back then?" Zhang Yong asked.

The monk paused, and finally spoke: "At the end of the Yin Shang Dynasty, when the king built this palace, I woke up from Ananda's body."

"On that day, I met a very interesting person in Yinshan"

"I want to take his body, so I fight with him, but it's his son who is more interesting"

"It's also because of that man's son that time has been inexplicably appearing, and to this day, I still haven't figured it out."

The monk recounted the events of the day, and his tone was still full of many puzzles, "That vague figure brought out the long river of time, but who does that figure belong to?"

"It turns out that I gave out my breath that day, and it was at this point in time, but why did it come to the day when I woke up again?"

As he spoke, he walked forward, and a breath of breath rushed up from his body, heading towards the breath of the Demon Buddha in the past.

Zhang Yong was pondering to himself, and when he saw this scene, he said to him again: "Don't you want to take the opportunity to send life back to the Middle Ages and change the past, so you will be burdened with unbearable karma." ”

The monk opened his mouth and smiled: "I am not the person I was back then, I naturally know the power of the long river of time, if I am not holy for a day, I will not fight his mind again for a day." ”

Zhang Yong sneered and said, "Even if it is holy, who dares to act rashly in the long river of time? A cause and effect is enough to eliminate the saint's righteous fruit, and there will be no more saints." ”

The monk didn't answer, but he knew it, but he finally knew who blocked his breath in the long river of time that day, and it turned out to be himself.

In the past, the breath of the Demon Buddha was cut off by the Demon Buddha of the current world, and the river of time was beaten, but at this time, the other two stronger breaths have arrived, and these two breaths are not as coveted as the Demon Buddha in the past, and they want to dye the future!

"Since you were present when the long river of medieval time appeared, then you should know the master of these two breaths?" Zhang Yongfa stepped forward, side by side with the monk, and asked.

The monk suddenly laughed and said, "I only stop myself, lest my past me be tainted with great karma and affect me now, and as for the other two breaths that may rush into the present world and bring variables, it has nothing to do with me." ”

"Protecting the world has never been my intention. ”

After the monk finished speaking, Zhang Yong sneered, he never thought of relying on this monk to prevent the other two breaths from infecting the future.

"Even if you want to stop it, you're not qualified. Zhang Yong whispered.

The monk's face changed, and he looked a little embarrassed, indeed these two breaths could not be stopped by him now, unless it could completely cultivate the Ananda Demon Body and achieve the Holy Dao Fruit Position.

But now the heaven and the earth have long since refused to allow the holy path fruition, as long as the heaven and the earth do not go back, he will never have the day of sainthood.

The monk snorted coldly, and said with some hatred when he spoke, "I am not qualified to stop you, but you are qualified?"

"In the Middle Ages, I woke up from Ananda's body, if it weren't for the master of the saintly breath you felt, I wouldn't have attained the Divine Dao Fruit Rank in the Middle Ages, how could I have fallen asleep until now!"

"If there is a big change today, and the Holy Throne is not tolerated, then what's the use of me waking up!?"

"So I had no intention of being an enemy of you, as long as I devoured enough life, I would sleep again, waiting for the day when heaven and earth would go back to the throne and prove the holy position again!"

Seeing that Zhang Yong didn't answer, the monk continued: "The master of that sage breath, I'm afraid you also have a little guess."

"Imperial Breath" Zhang Yong spoke, he is probably the most familiar person with the imperial breath in the world, because he is the emperor's teacher, the teacher of today's co-master.

"The last lord of the ancient Yin Shang, the emperor of the Shang Dynasty!"

"The initiator of the game of the medieval sages, the medieval fault hides the secret of the martial king's war, and also buries the whereabouts of the medieval sages and the secrets of the great changes in heaven and earth, and all of this may be related to it!"

In the Middle Ages, it was mostly called Emperor Xin, and the world called it Emperor Shang!

The last monarch of Yin Shang and the last co-lord of the world who held the position of the Holy Dao Fruit, and it was because of him that the Shang and Zhou wars ended the entire Middle Ages.

Zhang Yong's face remained unchanged, and then asked, "Who does the other breath belong to?"

The monk's face was strange, with a bit of playfulness: "You say that this is a big tomb, then you are standing in his tomb now." ”

Zhang Yong listened, looked up, and muttered softly: "Evil is coming"

"This person is far more difficult than you think, because I have seen him with my own eyes," the monk continued.

Zhang Yong frowned slightly, and said uncertainly: "Law body?"

The monk squinted, as if reminiscing, and said after a while: "Have you ever seen a Dharma body that has different cultivations, different thoughts, different bloodlines, and even gives birth to an heir?"

Zhang Yong was stunned and said, "It's impossible."

"But I'm biased, and even now I can't figure out what kind of existence that man is."

The monk chuckled and said, "Oh, that father and son"

"It's all fun."

The two breaths have arrived, and they are only one step away from rushing out of the long river and coming to the world!

Zhang Yong's soul completely left the body, escaped into the long river of time, and held a sword to cut the river of the world and time.

"Huh?"

A light sound sounded, accompanied by heavenly thunder, as if the sky was mighty.

Emperor Shang is coming!

"This is no longer the Middle Ages, please don't disturb the heavens. ”

"Once you get out of the long river of time and come to the world, I am afraid that there will be terrifying variables. ”

Zhang Yong opened his mouth and advised the king.

Suddenly, there were ripples in the long river of time, and Zhang Yong seemed to hear the roar of thunder in the sky and saw the dragon and phoenix flying.

A voice that was extremely majestic, like the majesty of heaven, sounded.

"Anciently buried?"

Zhang Yong opened his mouth and answered this question.

"The Middle Ages are buried!"

A light snort sounded, as if thousands of heavenly thunders exploded at the same time, and even the Demon Buddha, who had completely withdrawn from the long river of time, was shocked, and his body was cold.

"Lone doesn't believe it, Lone Master can't fight him, Lone doesn't believe it, Lone will be defeated by King Wu of Zhou. ”

Zhang Yong was shocked in his heart, but said patiently: "The destiny of heaven is determined, and the will of heaven is difficult to disobey."

"The Middle Ages are buried, Yin Shang is dead"

"There is no longer a place to attain the Divine Path in the world"

"Please also ask the king to ruin the world again!"

The long river of time turned up huge waves, and the sound of wild laughter echoed, and even Zhang Yong was shocked to the core.

"Providence?"

"The world is foolish, and he plays with the palms of his hands"

"King Wu is defeated, but he is regarded as a pawn and pardons all saints!"

"If there were no Three Emperors and Five Emperors, He would have erased the thick soil and nine heavens would be one!"

This sentence echoed in Zhang Yong's ears, almost making him unable to hold his mind, every word of the king of Xu, all implied a shocking secret, it was very likely that it was the buried ancient history, the fault of the Middle Ages!

But the breath of the king no longer has the idea of rushing out of the long river of time to the world, but gradually retreats upstream.

"Evil comes, go back with loneliness"

"This Future"

"The lone teacher is not there"

"Not a lonely teacher, not a lonely teacher, nor the future that the three emperors and five emperors, and the gods and Buddhas want"

"This undead but unborn future is lonely!"

The voice gradually faded, and the breath that belonged to the evil came also receded with the breath of the king, and the long river of time returned to calm, and after Zhang Yong's soul withdrew, the entire long river of time gradually disappeared.

At this moment, Zhang Yong is undoubtedly the most uneasy person, on the other hand, the Demon Buddha monk does not seem to have heard what the King of Time has said.

"The Master of the Emperor?" Zhang Yong muttered softly with a complicated face.

"All the ancient books in the world have not recorded the teacher of the Shang Emperor"

"What do the Three Emperors and Five Emperors and the Mantian Gods and Buddhas want?"

"Is the Martial King's war just a conspiracy?"

"Who is he!?"

Middle Ages, Chaoge, Yin Shang Dragon Court.

On the dragon chair in the hall, the dragon robe got up.

He opened his eyes, as if looking through eternity.

Some hurried into the temple and bowed down before him.

"The King Wakes Up"

He looked at it and said, "Let the saints come to see Gu"

"No. ”

After the man had ordered him to leave, the king took out a white and flawless flower from his bosom and looked at it for a long time.

"Teacher, Lone has seen the future you are talking about"

"Loneliness will never watch the teacher be forgiven by Him"

"Lone has decided to let all the saints and Lone join forces to cast a unique sage and forge a soldier"

Deep in the Yin Mountains.

Xin Wu performed the great technique of killing, but inexplicably triggered the long river of time, and the monk took the opportunity to invade the long river of time.

"Poof——!

The monk, who had been fighting with Xinwu's father and son for a long time and had not been injured, suddenly coughed up blood in his mouth, and his vitality in his body dimmed a lot.

"Who is blocking my breath in the lower reaches of the river of time!" the monk was furious, his eyes wide with rage.

Regardless of his injuries, he wanted to catch the traces of the long river of time and escape into the long river of time.

But at this time, the long river of time flickered and gradually disappeared.

"Don't hide!" the monk shouted anxiously, and slapped his terrifying hand on the phantom behind Xin Wu.

Lao Ku was shocked by the appearance of time, and saw the monk's crazy color again.

With this slap of his palm, the aftermath of his power was enough to kill Xin Wu!

The old man endured the severe pain, stood up, and the immortal bird in his chest rekindled the flames.

"Get out!"

With a long shout, Lao Ku smashed out his fist and slammed into the monk's hand.

Boom——!

The fists and palms are opposite, and the old bitter protector is heartfelt, and he runs the method with the immortal energy of the whole body.

The monk suffered a big loss and was punched through the palm of his hand by Lao Ku.

At this time, the phantom behind Xin Wu completely dissipated.

Seeing this, the monk was furious, pinched the Dharma seal, and one after another big seals burst out and smashed towards Xin Wu.

"Fang Cai's killing technique, I want you to perform it again!"

He had already believed that the cause of the manifestation of the long river of time was the great killing technique that Xin Wu had just performed.

For some reason, Xin Wu seemed to be unconscious, his eyes were closed, and his forehead was sweating.

"It seems that you are no longer able to perform the method," the monk suddenly laughed, mixed with viciousness.

"Then let me devour your vitality, and then use the secret method to search for souls, and practice this killing technique by myself!"

The monk's words fell, and he walked towards Xinwu.

Lao Ku naturally heard this, his heart was very anxious, and the spear in his hand reappeared, wanting to stop the monk.

At this time, Xin Wu was not unconscious, but was fighting for consciousness.

"I am the son of Lao Ku, I am Xinwu"

"No, I'm not Sinwood"

"I am the son of old bitterness"

"I am, I am"

Suddenly, Xinwu's eyes snapped open, and there was a golden glow within them.

"I'm Zhang Xiyun!" (To be continued.) )