Chaos fish belly, a little golden light in the boundless chaos, above the golden light, a star universe running, the old man in the gray robe walked between hundreds of millions of stars, calmly, passing by the stars, smiling in front of a piece of light and rain, the old man is like an experienced star traveler, the starry sky and him are just a trip, the stars and him are just a companion to lead the way.

Every bright star trajectory in the old man's chaotic eyes has a beginning and a destination, but their beginning and destination are not in the old man's eyes, or in the past, or in the future, the core of Zhou Tian's secret is not space, but time, standing in the present, calculating the future, based on the past.

The old man who participated in the construction of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, participated in the enlightenment, and was in charge of the Tuluo Book of Crossing the River, was undoubtedly the best among them.

However, Shi Ji's mental arithmetic has also reached the top.

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The chaotic tide in the eyes of the old man, the chaotic tide in front of the long bridge hit, the top of the week, the god raised his hand, a painting opened the sky, chaos was divided into two, the long bridge passed, the sun, moon and stars on the bridge, insects, fish, birds and beasts, no defects and no damage.

The old man's face was expressionless, the chaos in his eyes was broken, the chaos under his eyes rose again, the chaos tide in front of him came, the gods raised and fell with a knife, opened the sky with a knife, the long bridge passed, the mountains and rivers on the bridge, the flowers and trees, all the way safe.

The chaotic tide under the old man's eyes broke the tide, whether the chaos was broken or the chaotic tide in front of him was beaten, the old man only had that golden god in his eyes.

A painting opens the sky, that is the way of Fuxi!

A sword opens the sky, it is the knife of the golden sword, and the sword of the golden knife is higher than the Tao of the golden robe.

Breaking through the third tide of chaos is Haotian's sword and Haotian's Dao.

The fourth tide of chaos is coming, and the gods also use their fingers as swords, a sword, chaos suddenly opens for thousands of miles, it is the way to the sky, the sword of the little sword demon, the absolute immortal!

The long bridge rides the wind and waves, the gods on the mountain are hunting in robes, hundreds of millions of stars are accompanied, there are 100,000 years of non-stop snow floating around, the West Kunlun is mysterious, the East Kunlun is majestic, the dragon is standing on the tiger, the blue bird is on the branch, and the magic pupil is laughing.

The gray-robed old man's brows furrowed imperceptibly, his figure disappeared and appeared in front of the long bridge, the Taoist blocked the way, and the chaotic tide came from all directions.

The god man on the mountain sighed: "What?"

Up and down, front and back, left and right, the chaotic tide in all directions has been empty, and the long bridge is like a shadow.

The gray-robed old man snorted coldly, and finally made a move, and the old man appeared in front of the long bridge, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the long bridge with his five fingers like hooks.

The god man on the top of the mountain frowned slightly, and the inscriptions on the avenue in his eyes were clustered, and he said: "Fixed!"

"When ......"

A bell rings.

Chaos is silent.

The old man's outstretched chaotic hand was fixed by the quaint big bell surrounded by the inscription of the avenue, and the big bell hung in the chaotic palm of the old man's palm like a road pattern, and the old man's five fingers were recycled, bang, the inscription was annihilated, and the road bell was broken.

The long bridge passed through the chaotic fingers, and the god man on the mountain glanced back at the old man, and a golden Taiji diagram fell, and the gray-robed old man punched out, and the Taiji diagram dissipated by itself, but it was a false diagram.

The old man's face was gloomy, the chaos was boiling, and he was angry.

"What other means can be used!"

The old man's body is chaotic, as big as chaos, and everywhere.

The god-man sighed, the bridge stopped, the god-man sat down cross-legged, there was an extra lyre on her lap, she closed her eyes and plucked the strings.

Hundreds of millions of stars turning overhead, "Zhou Tian"

The old man sneered, "But you dare to run Zhou Tian in front of the ancestor after getting a little fur?"

He was one of the founders of Zhou Tian's Star Dou Great Array, and who else in today's world could know Zhou Tian's secrets better than him.

The god closes his eyes and strokes the qin, her Zhou Tian is not the Zhou Tian of hundreds of millions of people, but a person Zhou Tian, her Zhou Tian moves when she thinks, her heart changes and changes, the stars do not know where they rise, and they do not know when they change.

The old man also found this, but the old man scoffed, the fur is just the fur after all, vulgar, he waved his hand, the old man walked into the Zhou Tian Star Dou array, leisurely walking, such as admiring the flowers in front of the court, the light and rain came, a sleeve brushed away, the stars fell, and the staggered body passed......

The sky above Biyou Palace was full of red clouds, and the Tongtian Sect Master slashed the sky with a sword, and he glanced at Chao Gecheng and did not take out his sword again.

In the song city, Shiji appeared at the head of the city, but it only appeared, and he left again.

Nuwa Niangniang retracted her gaze, and the red sleeve knife did not come out.