Poetry Cloud:

The arrows shot golden, and the red clouds shone too empty.

The real person was born today, and the emperor has lived in peace.

Mo Lang praises immortal arts, and you need to know to read the jade book.

It is difficult to overcome all evils, and it is inevitable to break the three armies.

Yang Shi, blood rain pouring!

Su Musha Avenue walks alone, leading to the vision of the sky!

Thirty-three dark gold chains stood in the air, breaking through the Heavenly Array!

One finger seizes the sky, between the lightning and the stone and fire, the gods in front of him collapse, turn into powder, and only a trace of inextinguishable spiritual light remains, which is hidden by Su Mu into the Taishang Bagua Furnace!

Blood rushes into the sky!

The gilded divine blood is like a jade dew, constantly boiling and condensing in the Taishang Bagua Furnace, and then quietly collapsing.

The blood of the gods is the supreme treasure of the yang world!

At this moment, with the immortal true spirit as the guide and the divine blood as the medicine, Su Mu covers the living dead, the flesh and bones, and the true spirit of the 100,000 ruins soldiers of the past year will return to the world!

The great power of the Great Dao is added, and the Tao and Law of the three thousand ancient gods resonate with Su Musha!

The bright light of the gods shines on the sun!

Even this divine light itself has supreme power, piercing through a realm of Sumeru!

In the roar, one after another Heavenly Arrays collapsed!

The shriveled bones of the gods fell like rain into the sun.

Only behind him, the Yin Yang Dao fire in the Taishang Bagua Furnace, the fireworks became more and more dazzling, and the arrogance was supreme for a while!

Bang——! bang——!bang——!

There was a muffled sound of thunder from the Taishang gossip furnace.

At this moment, there are countless living beings, who have risen from the eternal silence of death, and have come from the Senluo Underworld, to wreak havoc on the Yang World again!

100,000 soldiers of the ruins, one life together!

Boom ——!

When the muffled thunder resounded like a bell in the yang world.

The entire Taishang Bagua Furnace completely collapsed.

This is already the power that the formation cannot bear!

The Yin soldiers are arrayed, this is the soldier of the Ancient Kingdom of the Ancient Realm of the Ancient Realm that was once refined by Su Mu's shading!

was originally mortal, but accompanied Su Musha on the long road of eternal life!

Across the two worlds, wandering through the ages!

They once died, but now they have been awakened by Su Musha, and they want to live another life in the Yang world!

I want to go through the death battle with Su Mucha!

A monstrous aura began to rise above them!

The blood of the gods has completely changed their essence!

The power of power rises above them!

The bronze armor on their hands began to fade away from rust, and the bronze background color was glowing with scarlet light!

This is the blade of the Yin Soldier of the Underworld in the Ancient Realm, and now it is going to swing it towards the gods of the Hongtao Realm!

"Ten Death Formations!"

"Whoa!"

When the words fell, the Yin soldiers lined up, and they rushed into the sky!

Ten peerless, those who break into the battle should be ten dead!

Su Musha's eyes narrowed slightly.

I don't know when, there are no gods around him.

The vast green and dark sky, the gods who inhabited it, were completely slaughtered by Su Musha.

Far away, the gods galloped in.

Su Mu's hoarse laughter slowly passed into the distance.

"How can the vertical son fight a certain battle! I have 100,000 Taoist soldiers, and those who can break through the battle, and then think about stopping the old decay!"

When the words fell, Su Mushu stepped into the broken and torn void of the Blue Heaven and walked towards the depths of the high heavens.

The Death Qi spread, and the soldiers of the Dao Ruins lined up in the void, protecting Su Musha's back road and blocking the footsteps of the gods.

In the distance, there was really a thunder explosion, and the sound of Su Musha's hoarse roar faintly came from the crack in the blue sky barrier.

"Heavenly Spirit, get out of here and fight a certain battle!"

......

Above the sky, Minghong Lao Dao stood with a knife, panting.

I don't know if this is the first Immortal Blood Miao Knife he has broken.

Even though he was once a half-breathed immortal, even if he is now immortal in the yang world.

After all, he has never preached, and he is still in the thousands.

Then he will always be a monk, he will be tired, he will be injured, he will die!

At this moment, Minghong Lao Dao, his hair was scattered, and he only felt that the iron coffin he carried in the past was extremely heavy at the moment.

Many people have seen the decadence of Minghong's old way.

Like Lingyunzi, Mr. Qinghe, Hongjun Lao Dao and others, Gu are all stunned!

They had the heart to save, but they were blocked by the Heavenly Array, and in an instant, even though the treasure was shining in the world, there was no matter whether the gods were destined to stop them.

Minghong's cloudy eyes looked around, as if looking for the old past.

For a long time, he turned cruel and spat at the blood foaming fiercely.

"Lao Tzu is an immortal! Thousands of years ago, Lao Tzu was an immortal!"

A hoarse voice swept through the sky.

When the words fell, the black chain on Minghong Laodao's shoulder slipped down.

The iron coffin was torn open!

A shriveled living corpse, with gilded golden fairy blood flowing from its seven orifices, its body and Minghong Lao Dao are in one place!

At this moment, I don't know if the living corpse pierced through the old way of Minghong, or maybe it was the living corpse, which was covered with a layer of skin called the old way of Minghong!

Colorful clouds are born out of thin air!

In a moment, Minghong Lao Dao returned to its peak!

At this moment, no one in the Yang world could stop him.

Chengxian Road descended into the world.

Minghong Lao Dao's body boiled with the power of immortals.

There was no sadness or joy in his cloudy eyes, but under the gaze of everyone, he stepped out.

Boom ——!

The moment the Yellow Immortal Heaven rose into the air from the old road, most of it was shattered!

In the air, the figure of Minghong Lao Dao stepped onto the road of Chengxian and disappeared into the colorful clouds.

Xia Ju's ascension was a fortunate thing, but there was no joy on the faces of the Yang World cultivators.

What greeted Minghong Lao Dao was destined not to be a Qingling Immortal Township, but a place of no return and extinction.

After thousands of years, he still ended sadly like this.

In the pile of old papers of later generations, there was only a few words left, and the cloud said: In the battle of the heavens, the gods of thirty-three days will lay down an unimaginable ancient array, forcing the ancients to soar!

......

High in the depths of the heavens.

Su Mu came in an empty step.

In the cascading mist in the distance, a thin and old figure slowly condensed.

The green scarf on the head is fluttering, and the big sleeves are lined with light silk.

The hemp shoes are full of fog, and the sword shines through the sky.

The longevity technique in the gourd, and the mystery in the chest is hidden in the six Taos.

Cross-tiger mountaineering is everywhere, and the three mountains and five mountains are free.

It was none other than the Heavenly Spirit Venerable.

There is an extraordinary bearing here, the vicissitudes of the eyes, and in a breath, it seems that there is a life of birth and death, rippling in it.

The two of them stood silently, staring at each other through the layers of mist.

After a long time, the Heavenly Spirit Venerable slowly spoke.

"Thou ...... It's not the heel of the old gods. ”

When Su Musha heard this, he just grinned.

"Heavenly Spirit, at this moment, is the poor Dao an ancient god, is it a venerable, is it really important?"

The aura of the Dharma of the High Heavenly Dao flowed through the body of the Heavenly Spirit Venerable.

In the face of Su Musha's words, Tianling Lao Dao just didn't answer, his eagle-like eyes, at this moment, he actually saw part of the truth and mystery through the misty mist of time on Su Musha's body.

After a long time, the Heavenly Spirit Old Dao slowly spoke.

"Clever words and sophistry, even in the past, the deity was deceived, you ...... It's not the cultivation of the Flood Realm!"

As he spoke, Su Musha's face was already impatient, and his awe-inspiring eyes were full of scarlet.

"Old dog, be killed!"