There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year.

In the blink of an eye, 50 years have passed.

At the beginning of the killing, it was far less tragic than it had imagined, and both good and evil were reserved, even so, fifty years later, all sects had their own Dao falls.

In the past fifty years, the most tragic battle was when the new Daozi of the Pure Yang Sect fell.

The last hope of the sect was cut off, causing the old Yuan Ying Su of the Pure Yang Sect to go crazy.

He has reached the twilight of his life, seeing that there are not many years to live, the sect has lost the last hope, the old man burned his own essence, qi, and god in anger, he is extremely sublimated, forcibly climbed to the realm of the half-step Shinto monarch, extremely sublimated, no longer old, no longer weak, what the years once took away from him, now seems to be reappearing.

The old monster is in the depths of the void, fighting to the death with several Demon Dao Yuan Infant Monks!

The various hole cards that have survived for 3,000 years make people's hearts palpitate.

There is a supreme killing technique, and a primordial old monster of the Hehuan Sect is strangled, and at the last moment, the old monster chooses to blow himself up, pulling another old monster of the Hell Demon Palace into the long river of time.

The brilliance of the self-explosion has never bloomed in the slightest.

The years passed, and the calm waves of the river drowned the two together.

All traces of their existence have been completely erased, and there is no longer the slightest remark, which is the true meaning of the power of time.

Even the Daoist was damaged in this battle, and at least thirty years after that battle, Su Musha never saw the Daoist on the battlefield again.

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This is the most tragic battle, in addition, many battles, the good and evil sects are abnormally converged.

Even the battle between the primal and old monsters is over.

Most of the fallen were monks in the realm of Yudan.

It is already difficult for monks with ordinary roots in this realm to continue to survive in such a tragic battlefield, and even several family monks under the command of Su Musha have fallen one after another in the past fifty years, and the rest of the sects, even Daozi, have fallen.

Those who can survive now are either real Tianjiao Daozi, or they are amazing from a certain angle and have walked out of their own path.

This is a big killing, but it is also forcibly shuffling the two lines of good and evil.

By bloody means, the dregs were sifted out.

On both sides of the Boundless River, the evil aura rushed into the sky, the long river had been dyed dark red, the bloody breath was disgusting, there were broken corpses and bones rising and falling, and there were even decaying magic weapons flashing in the blood river.

This is a tragic battlefield, and for more than 50 years, the two sects of good and evil have always been fighting bloody battles around the Boundless River.

Boundless River East, Cuiming Mountain.

Su Musha was suspended above the sky, his hand was shaking from the hatred flag, and the purple yin spirit in it was shining with a terrifying brilliance, this god had now reached the pinnacle of this, and there was a terrifying and chaotic Dao rhyme on his body.

In the past fifty years, Su Musha has killed too many Jiedan monks, and their spiritual platforms have been cleanly slashed, and many Dao patterns have been absorbed by the Zique Yin Spirit and turned into their own Shinto foundation, and now they are becoming more and more unpredictable, and even because of the Dao patterns, on many levels, they have broken through the shackles of Shinto and walked out of the different ways.

In front of Su Musha, there was the former Xuanlong Guan Zhu Cultivators, and in the void, there were several obscure figures that flashed away.

Chu Han, Ghost Flower Mother-in-law, Bone Bone Daoist and others all hid in the void with secret methods, and even the Daoist who had been recuperating for thirty years also reappeared, but his face was still as ugly as gold paper, as if his Dao injury had not healed.

The atmosphere of the whole Cuiming Mountain is very unusual today.

Hanging pot has been in the game for 50 years, and finally made up for the shortcomings of the last promotion failure, and returned to the peak realm.

This is very important for him and for the Five Poison Peaks.

It is the real person who dragged his sick body to appear, and he also had to fight for the hanging pot and earn three thousand years of freedom.

"Nixia, take care of the Quartet Void, the last time the senior brother who hung the pot was injured unclear, this time there is a possibility that he will be hit again. ”

"Moth, you ......"

"And Siyu, remember ......"

Su Mu was very serious and careful to command everyone, there was a trace of exhaustion in his eyebrows that could not be erased, fifty years of killing and slaughtering, anyone would be like this, but with the fifty years of killing and fighting, Su Musha's cloudy eyes also had a touch of coldness.

Everyone agreed one after another, turned around and left, hiding in Cuiming Mountain, and beware of it.

Su Musha turned over and walked up to the top of the mountain, and the hanging pot was cross-legged at the peak.

When he got closer, Su Musha could feel the terrifying place of this Hanging Moon Demon Sect senior brother, he had been enlightened for too long.

The Tao that has survived for hundreds of years!

Even calculated carefully, this is the end of his life.

There was an aura on his body that made Su Musha feel palpitations repeatedly, and he had more than one supreme killing technique, and even a shocking hole card.

Before reaching the top of the mountain, Su Musha had already smelled the medicinal fragrance of the mountain, the fragrance was fresh, and the hanging pot on the top of the mountain was dressed in a plain robe, as if everyone who was not born.

Medicine Dao Grandmaster!

This is Su Musha's evaluation of the hanging pot today.

The hanging pot surrounds the sea of qi with both hands, and holds a jade bead in the palm of his hand.

That is the sea of Yuanzhu, itself is the treasure of heaven and earth, hanging pot twenty years ago had killed Xuanyang Sect a knot Dan monk, unintentionally got this treasure, and then with this treasure, reconnected the natal magic weapon, now when you look at it again, Yuanzhu has no previous blue divine light, instead of a bright colorful glow alternately emerged.

It's beautiful, but it's also dangerous.

Sensing Su Musha's arrival, the closed eyes of the hanging pot slowly opened, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

"Senior brother is here!"

Su Musha nodded, and the evil aura in his eyebrows was slightly restrained, but it was only to this extent.

Hanging the pot but he didn't think it was wrong, he knew, over the years, Su Musha had made a great name on the battlefield of the Boundless River, he had killed too much, and now, the three words "Mei Danzi" have been synonymous with murder.

And as Su Musha's murderous reputation gradually spread, the junior brother's expression became more and more cold, and now he is extremely silent, and he will not speak easily.

After a pause, the hanging pot put away the Canghai Yuanzhu and arched his hand towards Su Musha.

"I'm in trouble this time. ”

"Hmm. ”

It seemed that he had climbed to the top of the mountain just to see the hanging pot, and after nodding, Su Musha directly set up a crimson light, and in the next moment, the human figure flickered, and he had reached the distance of the sky.

There are heavy dark clouds gradually gathering from the sky above Cuiming Mountain, and the thunder flashes inside, and the sky is raging.

Su Mu's cloudy eyes suddenly pointed somewhere.

The untraceable power of Sumeru disappeared in a flash.

"Escape without a trace. ”

With a wave of his hand, Su Musha's spirit sword had already cut open the void barrier, revealing a corner of the void, and there was a crimson figure behind Su Musha, wrapped in a square seal, and there were scorching waves of fire lined up, taking a step ahead of Su Musha, and directly breaking into the void.

In the next moment, Qing Ling's reprimanding voice resounded through the void.

"Suzaku burns the southern sky!"