Zhu Xiu stared at the figure of Lao Tianzun walking away, but no one dared to make a move.

In the primeval world, the demon court was at its peak, but this short day of the scene completely broke the backbone of the demon clan.

The Demon Saint of the Sky is all complicated.

Feeling the ease of the origin of the Great Dao, they knew that the era of the supreme demon saint was over.

In the same place, the owner of the Shengxiao Mansion also looked tired, and his slightly trembling hand gently rubbed the jade tablet.

He once had insight into the scenery beyond the great thousand, and he was the Gaidai demon who overwhelmed the first generation.

But he is finally old, and the Tao is not declining, but his heart is tired.

In one day, he witnessed too many old friends disappear, or die, or ascend.

In the semi-suspended place, the Lord of Shiyi Country was also holding the White Bone Heavenly Kingdom, and did not chase the back of the Old Heavenly Venerable.

He was in a very bad state, and even though he seriously injured Lao Tianzun, it also brought him an almost unbearable burden.

After all, he is no longer the emperor who threatens to soar the country.

The state of life and death is constantly intertwined in his body, and even in the depths of his calm eyes, there is an almost crazy wave.

His blood was surging involuntarily, his muscles trembling, and there seemed to be a treacherous flesh monster hidden beneath his appearance of trying to show composure.

As everyone knows, the Lord of Shiyi has been crazy for a long time.

In the depths of the void, sighing silently, the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi took a step forward and disappeared into the long river of years.

......

Tides of Chaos.

Lao Tianzun couldn't stop coughing up blood at the corner of his mouth, his body was gloomy, he put away the bronze Dao Palace, and walked in the direction of the Hongtao Realm.

The avenue is alone.

Indescribably complex emotions surged into his heart at this moment.

The ambition to dominate the industry, the love of children is long, and once they were scattered.

This gray sea of chaos is like the haze in his heart.

Sighed.

In the next moment, Lao Tianzun's figure froze.

His expression was pained, his old wrinkles almost twisted together.

In the distance, a handprint covering the sky came, and it slapped in the direction of the old Tianzun!

The gray-clothed Taiyuanzi came on the waves.

Old Tianzun raised his hand tremblingly, and almost with some difficulty, he scattered the handprint that covered the sky.

The wind of the years swept in, blowing the old man's clothes and hair messy.

It was a roar of pain that was almost beastly.

"Taiyuan old thief, do you want to kill them all! Or do you and I want to fight to the death here!"

While speaking, the Tao of the Three-Yuan Divine Court was added, and the figures of the twenty-four Zhuyi Jingshen and the Old Tianzun overlapped in one place, and the ten thousand zhang Shenxia suddenly burst out and gathered in one place.

The boundless divine sound resounded in all directions.

The old Tianzun eagle looked at the wolf, and the old man's eyes opened and closed, staring at the figure of the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi.

At the same time, the hoarse voice was heard.

"Fight for the death? maybe, there will be a day, but not today, not here. Today, you and I will not be able to kill each other. ”

Hearing this, Lao Tianzun just sneered, his eyes contemptuous.

"Then why are you stopping me? Come to reminisce about the past? Hong Tao's raised eyebrows Venerable is dead, between you and me, there is nothing to say!"

The gray-clothed Tai Yuanzi was not angry, and just shook his head lightly in the face of Lao Tianzun's almost contemptuous gaze.

"This trip is stopping you, just asking you to leave something that you shouldn't have. ”

Old Tianzun destroyed the Desolate Ancient Realm Hades, and just lowered his noses in the eyes of the cultivators, and seized the origin of the Desolate Ancient Realm.

The gray-clothed Taiyuanzi's trip also came for this.

"In the past, you seized the heavens and destroyed the realm of the Forgotten River, and today I still give to him, why should I return the things I took?"

This is also the bitterness of Lao Tianzun's heart, the battle of the heavens in the past years, almost made the origin of the Hongtao realm eternal and lacking, after thousands of years, Lao Tianzun divided into thirty-three continents, lifting up the heavens and all the ways, but the destruction of the Lethe River and the Hades still let the authority of reincarnation return to nature.

There is a huge realm, and there is no underworld so far.

He wants to use the Yin and Netherworld Origin of the Desolate Ancient Realm to make up for the lack of Lechuan and re-establish the Hongtao Hades.

Hearing this, the aura around the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi suddenly became crazy, and his hoarse voice was even lower, like a ghost voice!

"Treasures are the residence of the virtuous! Whatever the old man did in the past was the old man's ability! You are powerless to stop it, the old man is a virtuous man! As for today's ...... The old man said, you have to keep what you shouldn't take!

The old man himself is in the sea of chaos, fighting for the eternal lack of Dao fruit, you can give it a try, will the old man go all out and leave you behind!

When the words fell, around the gray-clothed Taiyuanzi's body, there was a meandering river of years that manifested in the phantom, as if it was connected to some supreme avenue from afar.

His eyes flickered, and Lao Tianzun saw the end of this long river of years, it was the Su curtain that sat quietly above the whirlpool of the sea eye, and it was the supreme Dao fruit of the great thousands!

The lines of the Three Thousand Avenue began to manifest on Taiyuanzi's gray clothes.

Step by step, without hurry.

Taiyuanzi's appearance even changed because of it, with a magnificent bone horn on the top of his head.

Dragon's head and human body.

Ethereal in gray.

The light and shadow of the years overlapped on Tai Yuanzi's body, as if the Thai emperor in the Taoist world was coming.

Rare in life, Lao Tianzun smelled the breath of death.

He was silent.

Half-bowed head, depressed.

Without saying a word, Lao Tianzun waved his hand and waved the Yin and Netherworld Origin of the Ancient Realm in the direction of Taiyuan Zi.

There was silence like this, and Old Tianzun turned to leave.

He wants to live, he can't just die here, he has to live well.

Only in this way can he rely on the power of the Peak Realm to accumulate the power to make a comeback, and only those who are alive can speak of revenge.

Looking at the back of Lao Tianzun leaving, Tai Yuanzi did not stop him again.

He raised his hand, wrapped the Yin and Netherworld Origin of the Desolate Ancient Realm with the Qi of Time, and then sank into this long river of years that seemed to be virtual and real.

Until the end, Lao Tianzun's figure was completely shrouded in the mist of the Chaos Sea, and completely disappeared, and neither of them was speechless.

In place, Tai Yuanzi pursed her lips.

You are still too young, too stubborn, but in the end, you will make people, hate and hate, I am here to come, waiting for you to make a comeback, waiting to end the cause and effect between you and me.

The dust is over, and the fruit is full.

At that time, it will be the time for someone among you and me to preach the Immortal Monarch.

Thinking lightly in his heart, Taiyuan turned around and walked into the long river of years behind him.

......

Over the sea-eye whirlpool.

The silhouette of the frozen years rises and falls like a lake.

Su Mushu sat in the air, his cloudy eyes looking at the Dao world in his palm.

Lao Tianzun's eternal scheming finally gave him an unexpected "surprise".

Of course, many years ago, Su Musha had also anticipated a similar possibility.

After all, it is just a world that lives to death, and it is said that it is the supreme Dao Fruit, and this side of the world is still lacking after all.

The origin of the high heavens and realms in the Hongtao realm has been transformed into thirty-three days, and the heavens and the earth that are born to death have long been in the vast yang realm.

It's just that the underworld is still weak, like rootless duckweed.

But now, Su Musha sees the possibility of a complete puzzle.

"Don't break it, don't stand ......"

Reading softly, Su Musha pondered carefully, and in the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the whirlpool of the sea eye.

It was the figure of the Lord of Shiyi, tearing through the barriers of the Great Realm, as if he was an old friend.