The Chang'an Ancient Road is late. Takaliu inhabits cicadas. Outside the sunset island, on the autumn wind plain, the eyes are broken for four days.

There is no trace of Guiyun, where is the early stage. Xingxing is unfamiliar, and the drunkard is sluggish, not like last year.

After the detailed discussions on that day, the Venerable Dojo fell silent again.

The cultivators scattered in all directions, walking in the corners of the Yang World, exploring the traces of the ancient Tao and the law, in order to be able to understand the secret method faster.

Among them, Bo Kuizi is the most eager.

After all, he is the way of luck, and now he is the most profoundly affected, and his life span is short, and he is about to usher in a big limit.

Not only him, but the rest of the old monsters were also anxious for no reason.

The catastrophe of longevity has not come, it does not mean that they can be carefree, for them, no matter how long the life expectancy, it will eventually be more than having to perish.

Hong Yangzi and Ling Yunzi broke into the Yang World Jedi again, which was a risky thing, but they wanted to observe the innate great array up close, and after Su Musha explained the pass clearly, the two of them were also extremely eager to comprehend the innate prohibition.

Mr. Qinghe is also gone, he is ready to retrace the path of the past, to follow the traces and proverbs left by the sages, he is not the first great master of the Yang world, there have been many predecessors who have walked similar paths to him, and may leave some traces.

Jianbo Zhenren went away to the Western Regions, in the past he got the ancient sword cultivation inheritance from a ruin, and the method of raising the sword with his body was also among them, but he didn't feel how it was in the past, and now Jianbo Zhenren wants to trace back to the source, witness the truth behind the Tao and the law, whether there is still the possibility of detachment.

Xuanji Fairy and Minghong Lao Dao also left, they have no clear purpose, this trip is to find more traces left by the immortal in the past, so as to deduce the possibility of attracting immortal matter in the future, Xuanji Fairy is good at divination, Minghong Lao Dao has great mana, and the two can complement each other.

Even, even Zhang Daohong left.

After cultivating in the dojo for 6,000 years, Zhang Daohong completely consolidated what he had gained in the Red Immortal Heaven in the past, he had refined rare treasures, and obtained a lot of relics after the powerful death battle.

For others, it is an opportunity between life and death, but for Zhang Daohong, it is somewhat of a seedling.

Fortunately, he is a awake boy after all.

Six thousand years of cultivation, especially in the recent past, what he is facing is an old and immortal figure from the previous era, with great mana and great magical powers!

All the cultivators know the relationship between Su Musha and the young man, and they spare no effort to cultivate him.

More than one person has once performed the Forbidden Dao Method, refining the Dao body for Zhang Daohong and refining his mana.

Even Su Musha, after the addition of Wan Dao, on the way to Taoism, his vision is not comparable to the past, and he once preached for Zhang Daohong again, saying all the passes of "Huang Ting Zhenjing".

"Daohong. ”

"Taiyuan senior?"

"Child, you are still young, and you still have a road to live forever, unlike us desperate old guys, your sight should not be outside the world, but between heaven and earth, not in the dark cave, but in the mountains, rivers and rivers!"

"Are your seniors trying to drive me away?"

"It's not to drive you away, but you should go, go to the red dust, go to see the Tianjiao between heaven and earth, and achieve the evil in this heaven and earth! Your way is not here with me, not only in front of you, but in the distance, in the sky!"

"Senior ......"

"Huh?"

"Can I ever come back?"

"Idiot, when you want to come back, come back and see, can I stop you?"

"That senior...... After killing the heavenly spirits and earth gods, and achieving immortal immortals, can we go back?"

"Yes, Daohong, yes! At the end of the day, we will definitely return. ”

......

That was the last conversation between Zhang Daohong and Su Musha, on the top of the mountain, under the moon.

Su Musha was sitting on the top of the mountain, watching Zhang Daohong's figure leave.

From that day on, Su Musha's lonely figure sat on the top of the mountain like that.

He didn't know what emotion he was in that made Zhang Daohong leave.

This point, even Su Musha himself can't say clearly.

After more than 10,000 years of cultivation, maybe he is really old.

Even if the years have not left too many traces on him.

But these days, Su Musha often thinks back to the past, the days in the Desolate Ancient Realm, and the days when he first entered the Hongtao Realm.

Memories about yourself, memories of others.

He suddenly had such a feeling.

Since this life of cultivation, Su Musha has lived very tired and tired, from that short Xuanyang Sect cultivation career, and even later struggling out of the second life, he has always lived in a heavy life.

Other people's conspiracy, other people's killing intent, other people's calculations......

and even the change of the general trend.

It's the end of the world, which is about to collapse!

From the very beginning, it seems that there is a pair of invisible hands that envelop all the monks, and they want to make waves and sands, either to become stronger and live, or to endure great terror between life and death, and their souls will be scattered and turned into powder.

In this life, Su Musha has come over like this.

Maybe now, he can understand why he had a different emotion the day he first saw Zhang Daohong.

The same pursuit, and even the same plausible dialogue, allowed Su Musha to save Zhang Daohong.

But this awake teenager, a child who can't even read the scriptures, not only has the same goal as Su Musha, he wants to return, from a certain point of view, it is a reflection of Su Musha's life, which is the opposite of him.

His talent is so blessed, his character is so pure and innocent, and even the stories he tells are so interesting to Su Musha.

At that time, Su Musha did not accept Zhang Daohong as an apprentice.

But Su Musha had already regarded Zhang Daohong as a closed disciple.

He received more than ten apprentices in his life, and none of them died well.

Zhang Daohong has already become the sustenance of Su Musha's emotions.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Su Musha wants to let Zhang Daohong leave the center of the whirlpool when the wind rises.

I don't know when, he has already entered the game and can't get out.

But the secrets of the ages should not be imposed on this child.

Su Musha has already invisibly started the battle with Lao Tianzun.

It was a very formidable opponent, ending the ancient era of the Hongtao Realm, and even after that, suppressing the heyday of the Hongtao Realm!

What's more, behind the three ancient tribulations of the Desolate Ancient Realm, the end of the law tribulation, there is this person's figure behind too many secrets.

The more he knew his opponent, the more cold Su Musha's heart became.

All the words in this world that describe power can be applied to that person.

Return?

At the end of the ancient times, the battle of the sky, the ancient man lived alone.

Is it really possible for me to return?

Even now, Su Musha still can't tell whether the people around him may have a future Lao Tianzun.

Minghong, Qinghe, Hongyang?

Even Bo Kuizi is possible.

Some people are easy to exclude, but there are many people who have more or less the shadow of Lao Tianzun.

"Child, the road back may be more difficult than the road of immortality, the seniors don't know where to go, you must go farther and farther than the seniors, ......"

muttered so softly, the four fields were empty and empty, and Zhang Daohong had already left for a long time.

There were only stars in the sky, shimmering with silver light, as if there was a silent response.

In the long sighing voice, Su Musha's thin Dao body shook slightly.

The power of the transcendent divine soul swept through Zhou Tian, and an indescribable Dao rhyme flashed away from Su Mu's Dao body.

On that day, the first Ancient God True Law was born from the Great Dao Furnace.

Ten thousand ways disappear and the road comes out!

At the same time, Su Musha's mana, along with the birth of the first ancient god fruit position in the Dao world, entered the realm of great power!

The power of the flesh, the power of the years, the power of the Tao!

Su Musha was still sitting there cross-legged, expressionless, just feeling the changes in the Dao world, turning over his hand, a drop of Tianlin elixir emerged, and then it was swallowed.

The old and hoarse voice resounded on the top of the mountain again.

It was an ancient song from the Ancient Realm.

"I once saw that the Jinling Yushu warbler was dawning, and the flowers of the Qinhuai Water Pavilion bloomed early, who knew that it would be easy to freeze! Seeing him rise up the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting guests, seeing his building collapse. This moss and green tile pile, I have slept in the wind and flow, and I have seen the rise and fall of fifty years. The Wuyi Lane, not surnamed Wang, Mochou Lake, the ghost cries at night, the Phoenix Terrace, the bird perched on the owl! The dream of the remnant mountain is the truest, and it is difficult to lose the old realm. I don't believe in this map, change the draft, recite a set of 'mourning Jiangnan', and sing sadly until I am old!"