It is said that the day is turning around, but in fact, the night is not over, and when the east is just dimly shining, Minghong Lao Dao cut through the void and returned to the dojo of Su Musha.

Lao Dao seems to be calm, but his heart is more anxious than anyone else.

Crazy for half his life, he wants to witness the truth more than anyone else.

He urgently needed to prove that the land of no return and extinction really existed, otherwise the madness of this half of his life, otherwise the broken tail of the immortal realm in the past would become meaningless, and even more stupid.

That would be a blow that almost collapsed the Dao Heart, and it might make his Divine Thoughts completely collapse, even if it had the influence of an immortal substance, it was likely to cause ominous and the Dao Collapse to extinction.

What he brought was a volume of "Beihai Avenue Song" written by Cangming Da Nian in the past, this volume of "Da Dao Song" is just a casual work of Cangming Da Nian in the past, not like the power of the law, does not contain Tao rhyme, even the content of "Dadao Song" itself, but also accompanied by Cang Mingzi in the past years into the power of the realm, spread all over the world, even the Wei Mo monks have also heard of it.

However, with the ascension of the power of Cangming, it is proved that this volume of "Song of Beihai Avenue", which is contaminated with cause and effect with the power of Cangming, has also been affected by immortal substances and evolved an immortal artistic conception.

At this moment, on the stone table in front of Su Musha, a scroll of Taoist songs vaguely exuded a clear yellow treasure light, and Su Musha glanced at Minghong Lao Dao meaningfully.

Obviously, to be able to retrieve the immortal relics related to the power of Cangming so quickly, it is obvious that Minghong Lao Dao has already been prepared.

Even in his half-life madness, he has done similar things more than once.

Like an indifferent and gloomy old ghost in the heyday of the Yang world, he coldly watched one after another so-called Tianjiao, the so-called demons, step by step into the power, and ascended in the eyes of the public, welcoming the treacherous and ominous that Minghong Lao Dao had witnessed in the past.

The crazy old ghost had not attracted the attention of any merry man, but behind his back, he might have collected one of the most powerful things of the heavens, and at the moment of their ascension, he witnessed one object after another being affected by immortal matter, first as prosperous as the sun, and then as bleak as dust in an instant.

Among them, there may be demons like the old Ming Hong in the past, and demons like the old ghosts of the recent palms.

Perhaps there were people who held on for more than one breath after the ascension.

The scorching hot immortal relics once made Lao Dao hope rise again and again, but the gloom after a few breaths completely made Lao Dao disheartened.

Throughout the ages, Minghong Lao Dao may have repeated the same thing again and again, like a paradoxical reincarnation, witnessing the fall of one ascender after another in this half of his life in an alternative way.

can be partial, the truth hidden in the bottom of the heart, but it can't be declared.

Perhaps in these eternal years, Minghong Lao Dao has not encountered an existence similar to Su Musha, and he has once moved his mind to spread the secrets in his heart.

Maybe Minghong Lao Dao has already made such an attempt.

But the result of everything is destined to be drowned in the long river of years, and it has not set off any waves.

When the old Tao told the secrets before, he only said a few words, telling what he had seen and heard in the past.

Maybe even Ling Yunzi, an old friend from the past, can't understand what kind of torture and torture these eternal years are for Minghong Lao Dao.

It's like the long night outside this cave, drifting in heavy snow.

Boundless darkness, never-ending ups and downs.

Now, it is like this faintly lit canopy.

It seemed that it was the end of the night, and the old man stood there quietly, as if he had lost perfect control of his body for the first time in thousands of years, his old wrinkled face, his muscles were constantly twitching, the corners of his eyes were like this, the corners of his mouth were like this, his arms were like this, and his fingertips were like this.

His whole body seemed to be unconsciously spasming, his muscles were spasming, his nerves were spasming, and even his consciousness seemed to be in spasms.

Not only him, but this inexplicable gloomy atmosphere spread like a plague, enveloping all the people in this cave.

Ling Yunzi's face was also very gloomy, the corners of his eyes drooped, and from the ordinary point of view, Ling Yunzi seemed to be the most handsome cultivation boy in the world, but now he had a bit of bitterness and hatred.

is Zhang Daohong, who was the most agile and lively in the past, and he is silent at the moment.

It is true that his road to immortality has never been completed, but in the past, it was a thoroughfare, and now, with the revelation of the secret, he finally saw the end, an end of some despair.

Between the flips, a jade axe appeared in Zhang Daohong's hand, and I don't know what I thought of at this moment, Zhang Daohong looked like he was distracted, and unconsciously rubbed the jade axe that was still a rough embryo of a magic weapon.

Such an atmosphere obviously also affected Su Musha.

As if sensing a bit of coldness, he pulled the edge of the white wolf's big coat and wrapped his thin Dao body tightly in it.

After a while, Su Musha let out a long breath of turbidity, as if he was determined to do something important.

The sound of breath drew the attention of the other three.

Under the convergence of such gazes, Su Musha slowly stretched out his hand, and pointed his index finger at the volume of "Great Avenue Song", and in the depths of his eyes, there was a flash of gray.

A muffled, muffled voice sounded.

"Seize the sky!"

When the words fell, Su Musha's outstretched fingers seemed to have turned into an invisible and qualitative fishing rod of time.

This is a somewhat unfamiliar but deep change in the bone marrow.

In the past, when he was drifting in the chaotic tide, Su Musha used this fishing rod to fish wisps of time, and even finally, he fished through the whirlpool of the sea tide, wrapped in the yin and yang of the years, and fished out a dead high sky and thick soil!

The world only says that immortals are beyond the years and will not be extinguished.

Now it seems that this is the effect of immortal matter.

But come to think of it, the dead immortals should no longer be among them!

He has never flown into the Qingling Immortal Township, only the evolution of immortal substances, but he has never been trained by the Immortal Qi, according to the records of ancient books, this kind of immortal is not complete.

Detached, but never seemed to be completely detached.

Perhaps, the years can still be imposed on them.

The refining of the Great Dao Furnace is a proof of this.

The immortal substance is very strong, beyond the level of Daqian, but it is still completely refined by the Yan of the years.

Slowly closed his eyes, invisibly, the fishing hook flicked, like an antelope hanging horns, biting the wisps of years that lingered on the "Beihai Avenue Song".

For no reason, Su Musha took a deep breath.

One, two, three......

Su Musha was like a sculpture, just like this, he maintained the same posture, and he didn't move.

Long.

Su Musha's arm fell.

When he raised it again, Su Musha's palm was already empty.

Except for him, no one in the Yang world has ever set foot in the way of time, let alone contaminated with the Qi of time.

They couldn't see the Qi of the years that was constantly pulsating in their palms, but vaguely, they had a strong feeling that there should be something, which was ingested in the palm of Su Musha's palm, and was held there tightly, as if they had grasped the yin and yang, as if they had ingested the formless and substantial world!

Looking around at everyone, Su Musha slowly opened his palm.

A dreamy low voice sounded, vaguely sad.

"Fall asleep!"

Death is a great awakening, and life is a great dream.

This is the method of cultivation by Yumego in the past.

With this murmur, everyone was in a trance, as if in the palm of Su Musha's palm, they saw the rising wisps of the Qi of the years, and saw the messy light and shadow hidden in the Qi of the years.

It's like a glimpse.

The scene of the infinite Land of Silence unfolded in front of everyone.

That is the place where Minghong Lao Dao broke his tail to survive in the past, and it is the place where the souls of the immortals in the eternal years were broken.

Staring at the messy light and shadow, no one spoke.

After a long time, Su Mushu sighed silently, not knowing whether he was sad or happy.

On the side, Minghong Lao Dao's rickety back became more and more bent and drooped down, and after a long time, Lao Dao's shoulders began to twitch.

Gradually, sobs rang out.

Outside the cave, the fog in the eastern sky has lifted.

The sun rises and shines on the earth.