"My grand wish is to make all living beings in the world like dragons, and everyone beyond the other side. Such a grand aspiration, no amount of power, is enough. No amount of power! ”

Countless destructions, rebirths.

In a trance, Hong Yi suddenly reorganized his body and soul again, at this moment, he was no longer a Yang God, nor was he a smashing vacuum, but an existence that surpassed the realm of Yang God and Crushing Vacuum.

Hong Yi listened attentively, and heard cheers from the other side, and when he looked at it, he saw the world on the other side.

He approached the other side endlessly.

The primeval Immortal Emperor symbolizes the ultimate of domination;

The leader of the medieval princes, symbolizing the ultimate of wisdom;

The Taoist sect creates the Taoist, symbolizing the ultimate in cultivation.

His longevity has transcended 129,600 years, an era.

At this moment, Zhuzi is him, he is Zhuzi, each other's ideals are linked, regardless of each other, at the same time, many of Zhuzi's exercises, epoch-making divine channel techniques, are all integrated into his soul.

At this moment, Hong Yi also truly obtained the Taoism of the sons, the wisdom, ideas, ideas, and everything that transcended the times.

The long river of time flowed quietly under the bridge on the other side, without a sound, but they could feel the time flying, and the lightning shuttled.

There has never been a moment, never a person, who has been able to stand on the long river of time and get a glimpse of the whole long river.

Just looking at this bridge on the other side and looking at the long river of time flowing under the bridge, I am afraid that I can make the master of the six thunder tribulations comprehend the ultimate meaning of time, so as to become a creator, and the future is limitless. It can also make people and immortals really know all the tricks, step into the peak, cultivate the physical powers, and live forever.

This place is the highest place in the entire universe.

There is no place higher than here.

Here, you can see the past and the present, the flow of time, and the whole picture of the entire universe.

The Tao hangs in the void and reigns supreme.

Hong Yi, the creator of the Tao, the Emperor of Immortality.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

These three people are the "three" who give birth to all things.

And now the Trinity has achieved the only Yi Zi, the son of Daqian, the son of the era, the son of the origin, and the son of the Great Dao. All the luck, strength, and wisdom of the entire Yang God Universe were all imposed on Hong Yi.

"If Moluo infects this place, it means that Moluo has completely eroded the entire world." Hong Yi understood his responsibilities and understood the meaning of his standing at this moment.

In this Land of Origin, engage in the ultimate showdown with the Bitter Sea of Moro!

It was these three powerhouses that were born from the will of the entire world, and it was Taiyi that was born from the will of Moluo.

Now that the three are one, Hong Yi at this moment is the strongest person in the history of the entire Yang God since countless eras!

And if they are defeated, then it means that the essence of Moluo's will be improved again, and Moluo's will can give birth to thousands of true immortals, and even immortal kings and the like.

If this Moluo is used by the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven again, it will be a powerful and endless new force, and even Moluo still has the mystery of the great reincarnation of heaven and earth in the Liaozhai world, and it is by no means impossible to reappear as a strong man in the past.

"It's too easy, cross the sea of suffering, go straight to the other side, it's this moment!"

Even in the face of Mo Luo, who carries the power of all beings, Hong Yi is not afraid, and even has a kind of grandeur that encompasses heaven and earth.

It is as if he is the embodiment of the strength and wisdom of this heaven and earth, this sentient being.

Throughout the ages, who is as strong as the Immortal Emperor and as wise as the sons of the universe can compare with it, and who else can fight with it!

Mo Luo entered the majestic medieval princes and saw the graveyard of the princes who had now begun to refine Hongyi.

"Sons, they are really great beings, but unfortunately they are dead, and their wisdom ends here." Mo Luo is barefoot and white-haired, with reincarnation on his back, with thirty-two phases and eighty kinds of goodness, such as the embodiment of extreme beauty in the world.

"The sons are naturally great, and I, who have inherited all their wisdom from the whole universe, will be as great as them." Hong Yi said.

Hearing this, Moro laughed, because . .

"If it were the real sons, I'm afraid they wouldn't say that." Moro said softly. "The greatest existence of the sons of you is not in this mausoleum.

"Maybe they don't realize it themselves, the most important thing they left to sentient beings is not this mausoleum, not the suppressed Yang God, not all kinds of strange treasures, not even the golden bridge on the other side of the king of artifacts, but their first scriptures, those original classics that have been passed down to the world."

The reason why greatness is called greatness is because it is in line with the wishes of all people, and some people are just big but not great.

The greatness that all the people will remember is the real greatness, and the claim of greatness is just a lone husband.

"Then you are the real Buddha, you came to this world as the Buddha's eight-phase enlightenment, but all the hues you hold are illusory hues and deceive the world." At the point where Hong Yi has arrived, he has already been able to see through the essence of Taiyi, which is by no means the world-honored Rulai who can truly extradite the world, but the human heart is full of friction, the demon body is to the Buddha, the world is turned upside down, and the dream is delusional.

"All beings want to ascend to heaven in one step, but in the end, they will destroy themselves!"

"No, it's not that sentient beings want to ascend to heaven in one step, it's that you are in too much of a hurry and don't want to wait for sentient beings." Taiyi said. "Now for the sake of the idea of ascending to the sky in one step, don't you think it's too ridiculous to think that eating me is the last step?"

Hong Yi has stopped talking, the words have been spoken, and the truth has been finished, in the face of a big demon like Taiyi, any reason no longer makes sense.

The end of the road is the end of the world, and the end of the words is the sword.

"Yidao's pace never stops, rolling forward, through the future!"

Hong Yi's spirit and flesh are one, the king of the five major artifacts is one, and the body is like a trend, the times are general, and no one can stop it.

"Reincarnation shines on Daqian!"

The most powerful temptation can almost wipe out a Yang God or shatter a Void-level master, but the long sword behind Mo Luo's back came out of its sheath and collided with the bridge on the other side, and the huge fluctuations destroyed all the surrounding existences, and even the cemetery of the sons turned into nothingness.

If one move fails, then use the second move.

Between heaven and earth, sentient beings chanted, and a song that transcended heaven and earth was played and sung, and even the king of the bridge artifact on the other side sang spiritually, singing a tune that allowed all sentient beings to be liberated.

"This is a liberation song, a song that transcends the heavenly question and the question of the emperor, everyone who listens to this song must be liberated today, I will kill the nine ever-changing masters of the Zhuzi cemetery, and burn with their essence to be able to play this song of liberation."

"Moro, break yourself under this song."

"What a great detachment song, Hong Yi, even though you are known as the last son, you are still Confucian-oriented, and you are still taking the path of overthrowing a hundred schools of thought and respecting Confucianism." Moro exclaimed.

The musician is the sum of heaven and earth.

The sound of governing the world is peaceful, and the government is peaceful; The voice of the troubled times is resentful, and the government is angry; The voice of the country mourns, in order to think of the hardship of its people.

This great detachment song is based on Confucian etiquette and music, and integrates the thoughts of all sons to form a great magical power, with the sound of heaven and earth, good people's hearts, touching people, changing customs, and educating the world.

(End of chapter)