In the blink of an eye, the years passed, and another five years passed in a flash.

In the quiet room, Su Musha's eyes suddenly opened, and there was a flash of joy in the depths of his eyes, he stood up suddenly, as if he was about to greet something, but then he seemed to remember something, and he was a little hesitant and resistant.

Su Musha's face flashed with a look of struggle, and after a long time, Su Musha's hoarse voice came out of the Dao Lu.

"Qingjun, go to the mountainside and pick up your Senior Brother Zuiquan. ”

What responded to Su Musha was a beautiful voice coming from the void.

"Whoa!"

Seeing Qingjun's figure appear, the expression of struggle on Su Mu's face became more and more intense.

He trembled and reached out and gently stroked his abdomen.

The close-fitting robes of the past are now indescribably loose.

It was sickly thin, and Su Musha's entire body became unusually shriveled.

This change has been going on for five years, and it is getting worse and worse.

The white-haired boy's brows were almost furrowed together.

Behind the indescribable hunger, there is a trance that Su Musha can't resist.

In the fog, Su Musha seemed to recall the maggot-like illusion in the past five years.

In the fantasy, it was an unknown place, and on the green boat, there was a thin old man, holding a corpse, eating its flesh raw!

It was a hoarse voice that a living person could not make, as terrifying as the ghost whispers of the underworld.

"I ...... I'm hungry......"

"I'm hungry...... I'm going to starve to death......"

"I'm hungry again...... Want to eat......"

The murmur in the illusion almost affected Su Musha's mind, and in the quiet room, Su Musha's eyes suddenly flashed with gray light.

He seemed to be caught in some kind of obstacle, and his hoarse voice came out unconsciously, repeating the murmuring words in the illusion.

"I'm hungry again...... Want to eat......"

As soon as the words fell, Su Musha only felt a chill down his spine, and suddenly broke free from the illusion, his eyes lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After more than ten breaths, Qingjun stood in front of the Daolu because of the drunken spring.

After fifteen years of burning and burning in the lights of thousands of homes, the drunken spring finally spied on that wisp of vitality between life and death, and struggled out.

The fragmented feeling that Su Musha had seen in the past had dissipated.

Now standing in front of Daolu is a Tianjiao who has made a decision.

This is an amazing path, allowing Drunken Spring to truly struggle out of the second life in the yang world.

Re-embarking on the road of eternal life, Drunken Spring is destined to be better than in the past.

Even Kun Yuan and Mengwu also appeared to congratulate Drunken Spring.

Xu is because he has experienced the tempering of Hongchen, but now Zuiquan is even more silent, even in the face of the senior brother in the past, he only has a wooden face, and he barely pulls the corners of his mouth for a long time, and it is difficult to smile.

And from beginning to end, Su Musha never took half a step out of the Daolu.

After the silence, only his hoarse voice came out.

"Let's go and prepare one or two, seven days later, we will resign to worship a great power, don't Langxiao Holy Land, as for Xia Hu, the teacher has already asked someone to carry the message, and then talk to your senior brother in a corner in the future. ”

"Wow. ”

These words seemed to affect Su Musha's heart, and for a while, Su Musha's voice became low.

"So, let's all disperse!"

The four people in front of the Daolu dispersed one after another, and in the quiet room, Su Musha was already sitting weakly on the futon, his eyes closed tiredly.

"Hongtao Realm...... In the great flood realm, where can I be a lonely ghost......"

......

Xuanyuezhou, the country of Buddha, is full of fierce soldiers at this time.

A large scarlet array rose up into the sky, sealing the Heavenly Gate of this continent, setting up a supreme barrier, and blocking the void of the ten directions.

The land of the Buddha is mourning.

It was the sound of the dragon's veins falling, accompanied by a miserable vision, accompanied by a rain of blood falling from the sky.

Half-suspended in the air, it is a pitch-black sacred mountain, as if it was held in the palm of the palm by an invisible big hand, and smashed down fiercely!

Countless Zen powers rushed towards the Black Sacred Mountain like moths to a fire, but to no avail, they were all crushed into bloody mud.

It is said to be a sacred mountain, but in fact it is more like a complete spiritual magnet thousands of feet high, without the slightest trace of acquired carving, like a natural Taoist weapon!

Zen Buddhism fills it with no counting of human lives, but it can't stop the trend of the Lingci Divine Mountain descending.

Boom ——!

The magnetic mountain was suppressed on the earth, and the roar of the landslide and the earth cracking resounded in the hearts of Zen cultivators.

The eighty-one spiritual veins of Xuanyue Continent were all suppressed by Cishan, and they fell with sorrow and turned into powder.

The walls of the Void in all directions were torn apart, and countless black-robed monks stepped out of the void turbulence, as if they had never been restricted by the great array covering the sky above their heads.

A black-robed monk triggered the fire veins of the earth lungs under Xuanyue Continent, and the earth fire poured back, burning most of the mountains and rivers almost instantly, and erasing the lives of uncounted creatures.

There are black-robed monks holding copper bells in their hands, performing treacherous Taoism, which seems to be the forbidden magic scriptures recorded in the classical books, but there are plausible, as if someone has deduced a more treacherous path based on the ancient books of the past.

Many Zen powers have fallen, and it is even difficult to see the power of parrying, their death is very miserable, and the corpses are densely covered with treacherous blood-colored patterns, as if they were invisibly carved up, and they have been refined to refine their spirits, leaving only a shriveled remnant, but they do not see the soul inside.

A black-robed monk wielded a talisman sword, triggering the Great Array of Covering the Heavens, pulling the Pure Land of Zen Buddhism from the void turbulence to the present world.

The eyes of the non-arithmetic meditation were wide with anger, and they watched as the Pure Land was defiled and cut down, and the remaining Buddhist practices in it were wiped out of their lives!

That is the back hand of Zen Buddhism, the moment the treacherous calamity broke out, there was a great power to send the Buddha Gate Tianjiao to the Pure Land, in order to be able to preserve the Dharma lineage incense, but now it was all cut down in front of him.

Hmmm——!

The Xuanyue Pure Land, the oldest in Zen Buddhism, was also destroyed by the black-robed monks.

In the Pure Land, there is an old and decayed existence in the world, and it is the old man of Xuanyue Zen Buddhism who made a move to save the sky and destroy the black-robed monks.

On the heavenly dome, the old man showed the wrath of Vajra and practiced the supreme Dharma, but the black-robed monks were not afraid of death, even in the face of the old man, it seemed that his heart was not swayed by the great terror between life and death, let alone the slightest hesitation.

The void is torn apart!

The old man of Zen Buddhism stood on his hair, and he felt that something strange and terrifying was about to appear.

It was a thin old man in a black robe, covered in skin and bones, as if he had no blood left, and his sparse pale hair was spread out, like a ghost.

Lao Dao is in poor condition.

His eyes were scarlet, as if he had lost his mind, and as if he was struggling with something.

Looking at the figure of the old man, the old man suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth.

It wasn't pure black, it was more like the red black after the blood had been left for eternity.

In fright, the old man held the battlefield in his hand, faced the figure of the old man, and killed into the void!

That's not the yang world that can carry a war.

To a certain extent, they have surpassed the realm of great power, and although they are not immortals, they have broken through the limits of this realm.

They fought their way into the depths of the Void.

The Tao condenses their vision, the ancestors evolve their killing skills, and the heavens and the earth, yin and yang collapse in their attacks!

It is a very old legend, and only the fighting between the old men can open up a boundless land, which is destined to destroy the luck of this world, and turn a place in the void into a void, which is difficult to recover from all eternity.

Eventually, they made it to the ages.

They have never gone downstream, they seem to have weakened the erosion of time to some extent, standing in the long river, attacking while actually going upstream.

Therefore, the old man vomited blood from his mouth.

"The Buddha gave up his life today, but he also has to trace the time and look at your heels!"

"Time!ha!Tracing time!"

In the midst of the crazy laughter, the sloppy old man seemed to be completely crazy, and in the scarlet eyes, he walked with murder!

The Tao collapsed, and Zu Qi dissipated.

The power of time really circulated in the bodies of the two of them.

But the breath of the old way has become stronger and stronger.

Even the madness in his eyes was dissipating little by little.

He is no longer old, he has evolved the image of a middle-aged Taoist, and the Lingqi Divine Mountain on the earth has turned into a black seal, which is pinched in his hand by the old Taoist and smashed into the old man of Zen Buddhism.

However, the breath on the old man's body became weaker and weaker, the crimson robe began to crumble, the wisdom behind his head dissipated little by little, and the Dharma was stripped away little by little on the old man's body.

Such a reversal of time seems to have a limit.

When the changes between the two of them came to an end, the old man's Dharma completely dissipated, and a reckless and treacherous aura appeared on him.

That's the breath that doesn't belong to this world!

Therefore, there is an illusory vision manifestation in the body of the old man.

It was the Northern Realm of the Three Ancient Ages of the Desolate Ancient Realm!

That is the Tao and the Dharma that belong to the Ancient Realm!

A black demonic aura rushed into the sky, lingering around the old man like smoke and dust.

In the mournful chirping sound, the old man turned straight out of his body, and it was actually a Dapeng Demon Saint!

But the Dapeng Demon Saint seems to be despised by the heavens and earth of the Hongtao Realm.

There was a faint scarlet manifestation in the eyes of the demon saint.

His flesh began to dry up.

His Dao began to weaken.

His soul light began to cripple.

The Taoist just watched all these changes with cold eyes, smiled fiercely, turned his hand and put away the spiritual magnetic black seal, walked into the void, and choked the neck of the Dapeng Demon Saint.

Hmmm——!

Over the long river of years, scarlet blood rain fell.

A generation of demon saints, old Zen scholars, were torn apart by the Taoists!

The vision of the reversal of time began to dissipate slowly, but it did not continue the vitality of the demon saint.

The Taoist became old again, wading out of the long river of time, watching the gurgling river swallow up all the corpses of the Dapeng Demon Saint.

The scarlet in the old man's eyes became more and more bewildering.

But he seemed to have regained his senses for a short time, and his body had become full, not as thin and shriveled as before, and the corners of his mouth still had the unswallowed Dapeng demon blood remaining.

"Traitor!"

Whispering, the old man turned around and staggered away.

......

In an unknown place, there is a black-robed man, hidden in the shadows, unable to see his true face.

He held a scroll of animal skin in his hand and stared at the handwriting on it.

"The thirty-first of the word 癸, seven days later, I will leave the Langxiao Holy Land of Dongshan Continent, this is the old hexagram master's divination, and I ordered the door to go forward and clean up the portal!"

"Whoa!"

In the shadows, there seems to be a ghost.

......

Shenzhou, Yujing Mountain.

Lao Tianzun held a nameless scripture in his hand, and not far in front of him was Mu Yuning, who was practicing cross-legged, Lao Tianzun's face was hidden in the hazy compensation, and a pair of eyes looked in the direction of Xuanyue Continent from afar, and only after a long time did he withdraw his gaze.

"You don't know what I want!"

"Come on, you're about to see it!"