The old lord is gone.

The avenue is alone, and the figure is becoming more and more depressed.

He was in a terrible state, and between his last words, his madness seemed to be uncontrollable.

Even, he can no longer be called a man in its entirety, a monk.

Having lost the past and buried the future, he is just a lonely ghost wandering in the Yang world.

It's a pity, a sentence of immortality, so that you don't know how many days of arrogance and sadness ended, and became neither human nor ghost.

The same is true for those who have gone forward, and Su Musha also believes that there will be a steady stream of successors.

It's just that the last shallow conversation between the two, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, always resounded in Su Musha's heart.

Even though the heavens and the earth have fallen, the years have lasted forever.

Forever.

What a beautiful word.

Eternal existence!

Except for the immortals, is there really something that exists forever in this vast world?

Does the passage of time really contain the secrets and taboos related to preaching?

Is this the truth behind the immortality of the ages, or is it the only hope left in the extinction of the traceless track?

Su Musha didn't even dare to think about it.

Even when such a thought appeared in his heart, he felt that a great terror was coming, and his heart throbbed.

Slowly sinking his breath, Su Musha suppressed all his thoughts, no longer thinking about the words of the old country lord like a mad demon, and once again fell his gaze to the Dao Seed World in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, Su Musha also stretched out his right hand and opened his palm.

If you hold Sumeru in it, at a glance, there are stars in the world of Sumeru, which contains no Xuanyuan Dao fetus; there is a five-colored earth altar suspended, carrying the Shura hell, and hundreds of millions of yin spirits roar inside; there is a jade book suspended, and the figure of a scholar flashes away, illuminating its ancient seal - "The Law of the Heart".

Also, the mottled and cracked origin of Hades.

The wandering and rushing of tens of thousands of years in his life seemed to be all for the purpose of achieving the Dao world in the palm of Su Mu's palm.

This is his path to eternal life, unlike anyone else.

Just staring at it like this, Su Musha's brows furrowed slightly.

It is true that all kinds of essences refining into the Dao Seed World will definitely push Su Musha to take the last few steps, and even stand at the gate of the Immortal Realm.

Is it really the right path to forcibly put together like this? If you refine it in this way, will your Dao Fruit really be mixed with the elements and leaks?

Maybe that's not the case, otherwise Lao Tianzun wouldn't be able to use a jade disc to get himself to where he is now.

The Way of Creation.

Does this mean that the current Dao seed world is still dead?

In silence, Su Musha stared at the reckless beasts all over the mountains and rivers, at the three thousand ancient gods hanging in the sky, and at the chaotic fruit trees that connected the heavens and the earth.

In the end, Su Musha's gaze fell on the Great Realm Barrier, and fell on these two high heavens and thick lands that were still living towards death.

Rao is these tens of thousands of years, Su Musha has done too much for it, and it has only made this high heaven and thick earth faintly sprout.

The old lord has proved a fact - the extinction and recovery of the great world is not an overnight process, which requires a long period of change, so long that a generation of demonic Dao hearts collapse, and even bury the past.

In the Dao world, it may be destined to be so.

Dullness and death are still the main tone.

This is the origin and foundation of Fang Daqian.

Silent, Su Musha slowly put away his right hand and closed his palm.

"Time...... Su has time, and after thousands of years, I don't mind waiting for another three ancient years......! From the past years when he rebelled out of the Xuanyang Sect and dismantled the Southern Regions, Su Mou came all the way, but he was just born to die, speaking of which, it was many years ago. ”

Whispering softly, Su Musha's gaze finally fell on the twenty-four Yellow Court talisman seals.

This is the plan left by Lao Tianzun, and it is a flaw in Su Mu's Dao Fruit.

The supreme divine thought erupted, like a torrential wind and rain, Su Musha shrouded these twenty-four Yellow Court runes in his divine thoughts.

"Maybe it doesn't take so long to get it, since you have lost the creation, then you will take it from the creation! Consult the creation and transformation seal, maybe you can see the Tongqu Immortal Road! In this half of his life, Su is not to achieve the world, but to let the Daqian achieve Su's Dao fruit!"

"Hongjun Lao Tianzun, this volume of "Huang Ting" is still passed down by Su in the past, and today he has these twenty-four seals, between a drink and a peck, who can tell the cause and effect!"

"I don't know where I started my fight with you, but I never stopped. ”

Thinking like this, Su Mu's hoarse voice actually brought a little joy and excitement.

After a few breaths, Su Mu held his breath and slowly closed his eyes, the wind of time blew by, and there was light and shadow in the place.

......

The ancient world, the years are long.

The gray-robed Su curtain walked out of it, quietly tearing through the void barrier and leaving.

Above the cloudy sky, Zhu Xiu's eyes were solemn, looking at the Void Heaven Battlefield that had been condensed and formed in the depths of the high sky.

The shattered place of the previous Great Realm barrier is now under the derivation of the Tao and the Law, gathering into the Sumeru Vortex, which seems to lead to a treacherous place.

The golden blood rain splashed, and the gloomy gray mist had begun to fill.

Before the old lord left, he once made a palm towards the Void Heaven Battlefield.

It's just that this palm that covers the sky has never left the slightest trace in the depths of the high heavens.

The jade monument that once looked at all directions, in the hands of the owner of the Shengxiao Building, was also unsuccessful.

Lin Lin's supreme killing technique swept the high heavens, but the Void Heaven Battlefield stood still, as if it was a moat, and it shrouded the heads of the ancient cultivators.

Seeing Su Musha's figure coming from the air, the master of the Shengxiao Mansion hurriedly led the cultivators to greet him.

"Brother Taiyuan Dao, in such a scene, will the plan be settled?"

In the previous battle of Yuntian, Su Musha's methods have been seen by all cultivators, and at this moment, they are all made of Dao brothers, that is, the master of Shengxiao Tower, and his expression is eager and there is some respect.

Meeting the gaze of the cultivators, Su Musha glanced at the depths of the high heavens, and shook his head silently.

The brow of the master of the Shengxiao Mansion furrowed even tighter.

"Is it difficult to do it with Brother Dao's means?"

"Fellow Daoists, there are no unfilial monks in the world, and there are no unfilial immortals. ”

Hearing Su Mu's words, the lord of Shengxiao Mansion showed a deep look on his face, thoughtful, but many people looked at each other.

"Dare to ask Brother Dao, what do you mean by this?"

"The monks in the world are all born and raised, you and I are all in the Desolate Ancient Realm, with our current means, it is not difficult to destroy the Great Thousand One Realm, but it is not easy to collide with the Great Dao of the Desolate Ancient Realm; ”

For a while, all the cultivators looked at each other.

"Don't be delusional, get ready to preach the world, and lead all the cultivators to respond to the catastrophe of the void sky! In the midst of the killing, there may be an unprecedented prosperity blooming in the red, and the poor road is in the southern region, sitting in the present world!"