The years are pervasive.

As Su Musha pointed out, the Qi of the years suddenly turned into a gray streamer, crossing the void turbulence.

This is a very terrifying Dao and Fa, but in the hands of Su Musha now, there is a very terrifying evolution.

In the world of the Dharma Sutra in the past, the demon spirit son once said in his previous life that the wind and the spirit sealing technique were originally the same law, and if the cultivation was not good, it was called the wind, and if the cultivation was good, it could be called the spirit sealing technique.

This statement says all kinds of things, just like Su Musha's cultivation of the universe, maybe it is not well cultivated, it is just a Taoist technique, but if it is cultivated exquisitely, it can be called a law scripture.

In the past, Su Musha exerted the power of the Tao, and the left and right were just the power of Taoism, after all, Su Musha mastered this method for too short a time, and many perceptions have not caught up.

And now, Su Mu has been in retreat since the Broken Soul Mountain for a long time, watching the years of the ancient gods, reflecting his own immortality, and comprehending the scarlet tripod bred by the Great Dao.

Once out of the customs, many perceptions have not yet been carefully considered, but many means and methods, their perceptions have reached the realm of unspeakable and unknowable to others.

Such as this seizure of the heavens, has gone beyond the scope of Taoism, and has the brilliance of the scriptures.

Boom ——!

With a finger, the gray light seemed to be dividing yin and yang, stripping away the Tao rhyme of the high sky and the thick earth.

On the meteor-like Qi of the years, there is gradually an illusory reflection of the lights of thousands of homes.

When Su Musha opened his hand again, a wisp of time had already been "fished" out of the pale palm.

It was the past years that belonged to the drunken spring, representing his life, his Dao realm, and the origin of the lights of ten thousand homes.

This wisp of time slowly dissipated from the palm of Su Musha.

Or in other words, it slowly submerged into the Dao body of Su Musha, and submerged into the Dao world in Su Musha's body.

The sound of the booming flames bursting was endless.

Su Musha fished out this wisp of time.

The sea of fire in the void turbulence expanded violently in an instant.

But anyone can feel that the origin of the sea of fire has quietly dissipated.

In the sea of fire, there are Daomen cultivators who seem to be struggling.

The illusion world created by the lights of ten thousand homes completely collapsed.

They were able to escape, but they were buried in the fire, and it was difficult for them to survive.

And in front of Su Musha's body, the illusory law body formed by the condensation of flames also slowly dissipated at the moment when Su Musha's palm opened and closed.

"Multi-...... Thank you ......"

"Teacher-Respect ——!"

The familiar figure completely dissipated in front of Su Musha's eyes.

Su Musha knew that this person would never come back.

In the future, nine days and ten lands, four wildernesses and eight wildernesses, green and nine secluded, Su Musha will no longer be able to find traces of this person's existence.

The erasure of the past years completely erases everything about this person.

The sea of fire is boiling.

But there was no sign of recondensing the Dharmakaya.

A long time passed.

The figure never appeared.

Su Mu covered his side, and the sound of the disciples sobbing was endless.

But Su Musha slowly closed his eyes at this moment.

That wisp of time has not entered the Dao seed world in the body, but at this moment, it has already caused the heavens and the earth to tremble.

In the world of Dao species, above the heavenly dome, there are stratus clouds gathering, dyeing the nine days of red glow, and after a while, the fire rain falls.

This is the rhyme of the lights of ten thousand homes.

It is not a real and condensed fire rain, but a virtual image of luck condensed.

The red dust luck that belongs to the Hongtao realm is now colluding with this Dao world.

As a result, in this world of Taoism, there is a dim artistic conception of red dust, and the Tao of red dust.

And in the midst of this dense rain of fire, there was another illusory air mass, which fell straight into the chaotic fruit tree.

Another ripe green fruit.

The Chaos Fruit Tree burst out with surging Dao fluctuations, and for a while, even the Dao of the High Heaven and Thick Earth manifested a completely different aura in such a tremor.

In the final analysis, the high heavens and thick earth in the Dao Seed World are the heavens and earth that were fished out by Su Musha in the past and were about to be completely silent.

Even if there are still some of them, they have not died.

But if there is no Su curtain covering, it is only a matter of time before this world goes to death.

But in the life of Drunken Spring, the path of cultivation is not red dust, but the use of red dust to refine the Dao heart, and what is condensed is the Dao realm of the netherworld.

The secluded, the nine secluded, are the ways of the thick earth.

The underworld, the green underworld, is the way of the heavens.

As the years of the drunken spring condensed into the green fruits of the Chaos Fruit Tree.

The tree that supports the sky will convey this wisp of rhyme to the high heaven and thick soil.

From this moment on, the high heavens and the thick earth of the Dao Seed World have truly burst into vitality.

It's not a weak life against dead silence.

It is a vitality that is thriving, even if it is weak!

In the future, the return of heaven and earth will no longer evolve towards dead silence, but devour dead silence and burst into life.

Life to death, nothing more.

Outside the world of Dao seeds, in the turbulence of the void.

The lights of ten thousand homes entered the inner world, and the moment the luck of the Hongtao realm was added, Su Musha's divine soul also changed drastically.

It was a long and complete light and shadow intertwined in Su Musha's divine soul.

In the light and shadow, it tells the story of a monk named Su Musha, from mortal dust, to knocking on the immortal gate, and then to the story of the immortal battle......

In that light and shadow, there is a place called Xuanyang Sect, a place called Endless Desolation, and a fierce place called Ten Thousand Ghost Caves......

Su Musha's eyes slowly closed, but he saw that monk, breaking through the Southern Regions, the Zhongzhou battlefield, and the Southern Zhanbu Continent......

In the end, Su Musha saw Nanzhan Buzhou, in the cave of Taiyuan Immortal Mountain, there was a ghostly figure manifesting, stopping Su Musha's blood refining Flying Immortal Boat, and detaining him with the supreme Dao method.

More than one person, Su Mu saw many, many people in the light and shadow, many, many demon cultivators, all detained like this, and dragged by the ghostly figure, leaving Nanzhan Buzhou and escaping into the endless wilderness.

In the end, there was a messy light and shadow, and the man threw the cultivators into a stone cave.

In the long darkness, when the light appeared again, the gray mist was shrouded in all directions, and Su Musha was alone, dressed in a white wolf coat, sitting in front of the Flying Immortal Boat, but in front of him, it was a reckless and chaotic sea......

The lengthy light and shadow gradually disappeared into Su Musha's soul and turned into a memory.

In the past years, because of the lack of luck in this realm, he recklessly fell into Dongshan Continent, was suppressed by heaven and earth, and the part of the soul that was injured was also at this moment, because of the luck of the Hongtao realm, and under the vigorous vitality to make up for it, trace back to the source.

Ten thousand lights swallowed into the belly, and now I know that I am me!

When he opened his eyes again, Su Musha's eyes were full of fine light.

But it was plain, but there was a reckless and desolate atmosphere, lingering around Su Musha's body.

Lonely, Gu also, Gu looks at nothing.

Alone, alone, single.

This is actually a matter between lightning and fire, and Su Musha's cold eyes swept across the void in all directions.

The monstrous sea of fire was in the void turbulence, cutting Su Musha and the others from the Dao Alliance cultivators.

But the sea of fire has finally dispersed its origin, and it is now collapsing little by little.

Among the cultivators, the Bingxiao Dao people took the lead, wanting to break through the sea of fire, and then fight with Su Musha here.

I don't know when, beside Su Musha, the sobbing sound has stopped.

Qingjun took a step slowly, and beside her, Kun Yuan was silent, just caressing Mengwu, who was still unconscious.

The girl Qingling was a little sad and the business sounded.

"Master, let's do it. ”

"It's better than letting the apprentices fall into the hands of the Dao Alliance. ”