Such a result left the cultivators speechless.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are glorious.

Time is the most ruthless existence in the world, which can distort everything, good and evil, good and evil......

Many of the old way monsters who were hidden in the yang world were silent because of this.

Yes.

Perhaps the moment they found out that Mr. Qinghe was still alive in the Yang World and had never ascended, they should have woken up and should not have any hope.

The fact that he has never proved the immortal path itself illustrates Mr. Qinghe's position.

Perhaps, he still misses the old.

But when the old Dao monk became an obstacle on the road to immortality, this former great power would only act mercilessly.

Practitioners are more cold-minded.

That's about the world.

When it was time for them to come to a sad end, the years did not leave them much time.

Mr. Qinghe's figure dissipated with Minghong Lao Dao and disappeared.

However, Ling Yunzi walked out of the void and looked at Zhou Tian, looking for traces where the old monsters of the old path might be hiding.

The wind rises in the sun.

The faint whisper of the wind.

It seems to be an emotional sigh for these prosperous celestial prides in the past.

......

Deep in the mountains, the Venerable Dojo.

Su Musha ushered in the figure of Minghong Lao Dao and Mr. Qinghe.

"Mr. Qinghe, the master of the earth in the past, held the five thousand avenues, his talent is amazing, and he is not weak in the ancient gods......"

Su Musha's voice was low and distant, half like a murmur.

In his mind, the fragmentary records about this person in the ancient books of the Lao Tianzun era appeared in Su Musha's mind one by one.

"You have deceived almost everyone in the Yang World, even the old and decrepit, in the past, they thought that Tianjiao was like you, and they had soared to the immortal realm......"

Accompanied by Su Mu's hoarse voice, Mr. Qinghe was not as excited as before.

His whole being was completely restrained.

The deep eyes well contained all emotions, making people elusive, and with a bit of scrutiny and guess, they looked at Su Musha unabashedly.

Perhaps the slumber of the eternal years has really distorted part of Mr. Qinghe's heart.

The corners of his eyes drooped, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, adding a bit of meanness and gloom to his face that should have been immortal.

Su Mu stopped talking, just staring at him like this.

It's a silent confrontation.

Su Musha's Dao body was deliberately in a relaxed state, but the partial Dao heart was tightly tensed.

Strong!

Very strong!

This is the existence that can bring the greatest pressure to Su Musha in his life.

Even in Su Musha's senses, Mr. Qinghe's strength is slightly stronger than Minghong's old way.

If the ancient books are correct, Mr. Qinghe's cultivation was in the early years of the last Xiuzhen civilization, and his ability to preach was far earlier than Minghong's old Tao, and it was a generation higher.

In such a realm, many times, the length and shortness of the years of existence are enough to prove whether a person is strong or not.

For the first time in his life, Su Musha had a sense of crisis in his heart that might be exposed.

Still silent.

In the depths of Su Mu's cloudy eyes, the gray light of the ancestors of the years continued to flicker.

He just sat like this, and as time passed, even a distinct smile began to appear on the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, Su Musha thought of Mr. Qinghe's previous shot in the void.

Yes, Mr. Qinghe has already made it clear, this is a vote.

He suddenly realized that the old monster in front of him was here to witness the truth, not to question himself.

As early as the moment of the shot, Mr. Qinghe had already exposed his thoughts.

Even...... I think of the old monster who did not soar in the past, but slept for eternity.

This is a person who has the answer in his heart, but continues to search for it.

For no reason, Su Musha had such a thought.

For a moment, he was in a state of mind.

This kind of confrontation of ideas is almost the best tempering process, once again polishing Su Musha's tenacious Dao heart after thousands of years.

At the place of entering the game, the anxiety and uneasiness that pressed in Su Mushaodao's heart also disappeared completely with this confrontation.

"The truth!"

"Huh?"

"Yang...... Raise your eyebrows, Qinghe asks for the truth!"

When the words fell, Su Musha glanced at Minghong Lao Dao, and finally fell on Mr. Qinghe.

"The old man probably guessed what Minghong Daoyou said to you. ”

While speaking, Su Mu covered his hand, and a brass lamp appeared in front of Su Musha, and in the lamp, a wisp of gray flame was quietly suspended in it, weird and strange.

Mr. Qinghe's gaze also fell on the palm-sized brass lamp.

Su Mu's hoarse voice continued to sound.

"If you want to see it, this is not a big deal in itself, but there are two things, the old decay has to be said in front! First, everything shown in this wisp of time is not the truth of Qinghe Daoyou, the truth of Daoyou, itself is in your heart, and your current mood is about the same as that of Minghong Daoyou in the past, this matter is not good, it is better to make a decision early.

Second, Qinghe Daoyou needs to think clearly, if he leaves, for the sake of Minghong and Lingyun, the old man can guarantee that he will not kill Daoyou, but if you have to look at the scene in this wisp of time, Daoyou still need to enter the game and go through a game, all you have to say, Qinghe Daoyou, do you still want to see it?"

Mr. Qinghe's lips pursed even tighter.

"Look!"

"Good, dream!"

......

Seven days later.

Yangshi Oriental, Luo Yuan Immortal Sect.

Su Musha shook the black banner in his hand, and stood quietly in the air, looking at the dilapidated mountain gate of the Great Sect of the Holy Land in the past.

Hmmm——!

A streamer flashed in the distance, and when Su Musha turned his head to look, the figure had already arrived in front of him.

Clear and powerful.

This place is very close to the Daoxuan Holy Land, and almost the moment Su Musha appeared, the Qingmeng Fairy had already felt the aura that Su Musha had not concealed, and he had already arrived in an instant.

Su Mu's cloudy eyes skimmed the sword that flashed with cold light in Fairy Qingmeng's hand, and finally, Fu's gaze fell on Qingmeng's power.

"Very good, after thousands of years, the fairy has touched the threshold of the fairyland, that is, there is no change of the avenue, and on the road of immortality, it is also destined to leave the figure and footsteps of the fairy. ”

Hearing Su Musha's words, Fairy Qingmeng just smiled, his eyes first looked at the banner in Su Musha's hand, and then fell on Su Musha, and finally turned his head and looked at the dilapidated mountain gate of Luo Yuan Immortal Sect.

"Please also ask Venerable to solve your doubts, this Yang Shi's repeated killings, first Minghong's predecessors, and then Lingyun's predecessors, and now you are also ready to make a move, but why?"

"Girl......"

"It's a fairy, a fairy of Qingmeng. ”

"Heh, Qingmeng Fairy, have you ever felt the change in the Great Dao?"

"Huh?"

"The speed of the new road has become faster, and the avenue has been finalized, just recently......"

Hearing this, Fairy Qingmeng's good-looking eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"It's only a thousand years since the left and right, so why did His Holiness force it to push and create all kinds of killing karma. ”

Facing Fairy Qingmeng's questioning, Su Musha did not answer positively, he looked at Luo Yuan Immortal Sect with his eyes, and his tone was leisurely, as if he was whispering.

"Time is running out, this is the general trend!"

"The general trend?"

"Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine when I return. ”

"Wuqing?"

"Well, ruthless. ”