A soft voice sounded, but with an unspeakable power.

Sensing the passage of time, Sang Luo raised his eyes to look ahead, carrying the Fengli sword, and stepped on the Hongqiao.

Under the rainbow bridge, the wind and clouds changed, and there were bursts of terrible shouts of demon beasts in the abyss.

Sang Luo's face did not change, and he raised his hand to suppress it.

Then, she walked along the rainbow bridge to the end and saw the gods in the Phantom Mountain.

In the sacred mountain, there is a lush greenery, full of spiritual treasures.

In the very center, a huge Divine Tree of Life was born.

The sacred tree has a thick trunk, a huge crown, and lush branches.

Under the tree, sat a young man with crane hair and green eyes.

Thirteen stout chains intertwined, holding him firmly—

I don't know what the material of the chain is, it is crystal clear, and there is an inexplicable power flowing on each chain.

And the man trapped in it had a peaceful face.

"Dao Ancestor, Sikong Jing."

Sang Luo pronounced his name.

He was born very similar to Sikong Feng.

However, such a vigorous vitality. I'm afraid it's hard to kill!

The girl was covered in blood and walked up to him with a long sword.

Sikong stared at her fixedly for a long time, but he smiled at her, like an old friend for many years,

"Long time no see."

Sang Luo raised his eyes, I don't know why,

"Have we met?"

Sikong actually smiled and said,

"I haven't seen it in the past, but I've seen it in the future."

At first glance, this good thing sounds like a bit of a headless thing.

But Sangluo, like him, is a fellow practitioner of the laws of time and space.

On the first side, seeing in the future, there seems to be nothing impossible.

Sang Luo raised his eyes, looked at the thirteen chains on his body, and asked,

"As a Dao Ancestor, why are you chained?"

Isn't this Illusory Dao Mountain the place where he realized the Dao?

In this world, is it possible that there are still strong people who can control the Emperor Realm?

Sikong actually closed his eyes slightly and muttered,

"Even if it is a Dao Ancestor, entering the Emperor Realm, it is just a small speck of dust in the void, and there are too many things that cannot be controlled by me."

Sang Luo raised his eyes again to look at the vigorous giant tree behind him, and when he looked closely, he could find that there was a trace of death in the vitality.

"It's the breath of the cloud."

Sikong let out a breath with his head bowed,

"Yes, it's it."

He raised his eyes to look at Sang Luo and slowly spoke,

"Fifty thousand years ago, I encountered that strange turbid aura in the abyss of the boundary sea."

At that time, not long after he broke through the Emperor Realm, he became the second Dao Ancestor at the top of this cloudy sky, and it was the time when he was in high spirits.

At that time, he cultivated the laws of time and space to the extreme, and even touched the threshold.

He has realized and cultivated in the long river of time and space, intending to cross the boundary sea and go to a wider world.

He could feel that beyond the boundary sea, at the end of the immortal realm, there was a more powerful world existence.

In that world, there are even greater opportunities.

In pursuit of greater strength, he strengthened the sea of strength.

But in the end, it failed.

He fell into the abyss of the Boundary Sea and encountered those strange black flowers.

His body was stained with turbid breath, and those things magnified his seven emotions and six desires.

The final result was that the Dao heart collapsed, and one thought was missing, and he almost fell into a demon.

It was she who brought him out of the abyss of the sea.

This is also the reason why she did not intervene in the bloodstaining of her hands today.

As Sikong Jing's words fell, the wind and clouds on the heavenly domain changed, and the long river of time opened, and then the cold wind poured in—— (End of this chapter)