This situation and this scene fell into Su Musha's eyes, he couldn't help but throb, his whole body was trembling, and there was a chaotic Dao in the Mud Pill Palace, which was constantly beating.

For the first time in his life, Su Musha couldn't even control his breath.

The terrifying coercion shrouded the entire main hall of Hanging Moon Peak, and many old monsters in the same realm couldn't help but look sideways, and there were even several new Yuanying elders from Wusheng Peak and Death Sword Peak, who had not yet completely stabilized the foundation of the Yuanying Realm, let alone compared with old monsters like Su Musha who had realized the ancient immortal path.

They trembled under the weight of terror, and their faces turned a little pale.

Fortunately, these changes were only fleeting, and in an instant, Su Musha had already come to his senses, restrained the coercion, and the fluctuations in the Dao in his eyebrows were also calmed down.

But the throbbing in his heart never subsided.

The power of time, the art of the wind.

This is a secret that Su Musha has never spoken about for thousands of years.

Whether it is the experience of being born in the Soul Refining Peak in the past, or the fantasy of dreaming back to the Three Ancient Ages, it is impossible to tell outsiders, especially after the Nine Heavens God appeared, and it has a great causal relationship with Bai Xun and several other gods.

He didn't want to, couldn't, and didn't dare to make this secret truth public.

The wisp of ancestral qi called the power of time, the divine power called the wind, was hidden by Su Mu for a long time.

He didn't even dare to explore the secret behind this ancestral qi.

In the past, in the depths of the Lingman Mountain, on the Colorful Mountain, there used to be a pseudo-god who covered the sky and the sun, stepped on the altar, and came to kill the master of this technique.

There is another secret behind it, maybe it is related to the calamity, or it may be another different path.

Even today's Su Musha doesn't dare to explore, for fear of incurring some kind of accident, being targeted by the secret of sleeping time and the old monster, which will cause indescribable ominousness.

On this road of these years, Su Musha has always been a lonely traveler, aimless, unable to see the road ahead.

Now, he saw with his own eyes that the power of human years could envelop the earth, and he stretched out his fingers and performed the same technique.

The Tao is not lonely, this is a touch that ordinary people can never understand.

For a moment, Su Musha even wanted to rush into the Zhongzhou battlefield in an instant and say something to the old unknown existence.

The cultivators present didn't even have time to ask Su Musha why this happened, their attention was all attracted by everything that happened on the battlefield in Zhongzhou.

......

It was a wind that could not be captured by the cultivators of heaven and earth.

The wind from the years.

The thought that if the wind could be seen, if everyone could see the breeze, then its color would be gray, like the years, like the river of years.

A light breeze blows.

Almost everyone's mind is ingested into it.

In an instant, the wind dissipated, and when everyone came back to their senses in a trance, the giant finger that attracted powerful blood seemed to have never appeared.

Heaven and earth are silent.

Everyone stared at the old man in the center of the crowd, who took off the gourd from his waist and drank heavily.

At the other end of the Sumeru passage, in the bizarre world, there seems to be a pair of eyes, also watching everything from the air.

"Alas......"

The ethereal and untraceable sound came from the other end of the Sumeru passage, like a brilliant fairy sound, which coincided with a certain section of the avenue, and just a sigh attracted the resonance of heaven and earth.

It's a terrible existence, is this power?

"Eons of time, Demon Spirit Zi Zuosi, you are still alive. ”

The thin old man, the demon spirit Zi Zuo Si who existed in the mouth of the unknown existence, lowered his eyes, and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his cuffs very sloppily.

"It's hard for you to remember me, if you don't die, how dare I step on the road of no return?"

"Yes, there's always someone...... There's always someone who wants to stay alive, it's just ...... Thousands of years have passed, the reincarnation of the world is hard to find, you hold the power of time, and now how many battles do you have?"

When the words fell, Zuo Si finally reacted when he heard the man's words, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, staring at the depths of the Sumeru passage.

On the other end, the man's words continued.

"Luo Zun ascended to immortal, the lord of the country is crazy, the sea of clouds turns into a way, and the living corpse dies...... Zuo Si, you tell me, if you are the only one who lives, how will you stop me in this life?"

When the last word came into everyone's ears, in the Sumeru passage, there was already a terrifying Dao fluctuation, which was a wisp of unknown ancestral Qi that was full of chaos, condensed into a handprint that covered the sky, and was fiercely imprinted in the direction where Zuo Si was.

"Hahaha!"

The demon spirit laughed loudly, faced the handprint that covered the sky, and stepped out.

There is a long river of phantoms, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way running through the heavens and the earth, but this long river of phantom flows backwards, originating from an unknown place, and rushing to an unknown place above the nine heavens.

On the long river, there is a lone boat manifestation, the demon spirit son stands at the head of the boat, and the power of the years surrounds the body, that is, all the cultivators perform the supreme pupil technique, but it is difficult to see the figure of Zuo Si in the ash.

A voice full of vicissitudes shouted from the ashes.

"Seal-years-become a demon!"

The ancestral Qi of the years rushed into the sky, and in an instant, it dissipated between heaven and earth at the same time as the handprint that covered the sky.

Zuo Si stroked the side of the boat, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

The treacherous existence at the other end of the Sumeru passage seems to have any strength left.

"Soul Sealing...... It's that the Lord of Shiyi Country is already crazy, and his skills can't stop me!"

In the Sumeru passage, for the third time, another terrifying path is condensing.

The dark red evil qi continued to converge, and the treacherous existence on the other end had already moved with murderous intent.

This is a nidal blow.

At the bow of the boat, Zuoji's face was a little ugly.

No one can sleep for eternity without paying the slightest price, he is no longer at the peak after all, in the past he used the last resort to fall into a deep sleep, the price is too great, there is no means, but now it seems unsustainable.

Bang!

In the North, in the far north, the earth is cracked, and a blood-red land has reappeared from hundreds of millions of feet below.

It was a battlefield of the past, where there were bloody battles, and the blood of the sages stained the earth red, and it has not faded for eternity, and it has been shrouded in the frost of the far north, sealed under the land of billions of feet.

Today, the iceberg in the center of the ancient battlefield is shattered.

A coffin exuding a strange fragrance broke free, cut through the void, and descended on the battlefield of Zhongzhou!

"No!"

"No!"

On the battlefield of Zhongzhou, in the depths of the Eight Hundred Miles Flame Mountain in the Eastern Regions, Zuo Si and Luo Qingyi reacted similarly, with tears in their eyes and cries out in pain.

But the presence in the coffin did not respond in the slightest.

The coffin of the corpse of Wangu Town!

The coffin hole opened, allowing everyone to see the existence inside.

It was an unknown woman with a veil.

Even if the years have passed, this woman's body is still full, there is surging qi and blood flowing in the body, its sound is like a flood of bells and rivers, but it contains the avenue of the flesh, the sound of qi and blood is through the sky, but it is almost inaudible.

But anyone can see that there is no trace of the existence of a soul in the woman's body.

Just like the status quo of ancient trees.

Her body is still alive, but she is gone.

"...... Living Corpses"

Even the presence on the other end of the passage sighed with affection.

This is the opponent of the past, but now he is no longer alive.

As the coffin of Wangu Town opened, the woman's body gradually "melted" under the gaze of everyone.

The remnants of the living corpses have transformed into the purest source of qi and blood, and even everyone can see the fragments of the Dao Dao of the flesh that are constantly rising and falling in the origin.

Hmmm-

The origin of qi and blood turned into a streamer of light and flew straight into Zuo Si's body.

At this moment, the demon spirit son even controlled the power of the years, trying to block the qi and blood light from the body, but in the end failed.

The fragments of the Great Dao of the Flesh excluded the power of the years, and finally sank into Zuoji's body.

The demon spirit son held on to the side of the boat and wept sadly.

When Zhu Xiu saw this situation, he was just silent.

No one can guess the identity of such an existence in the past, and they can only guess based on the reaction of the demon spirit.

Maybe they were close old friends in the past, but the living corpse fell in the catastrophe, and many old friends in the past also fell, only Zuo Si struggled to survive to the end of the era, but in the face of the catastrophe, he couldn't continue.

After all, the living corpse still used this way to make up for the price paid by the demon spirit son for forcibly sleeping in the past.

But for this reason, the last trace of his existence in the world was erased.

In other words, even if Zuo Si continues the path of immortality one day and preaches immortality, he will not be able to find the slightest trace of a living corpse from the long river of time, and he will completely lose the possibility of resurrecting this old friend.

The violent fluctuations in qi and blood made Zuo Si's body tremble.

The shriveled and old body gradually became fuller.

Zuoji's eyes turned red.

He glanced coldly at the Sumeru passage.

"The master's technique can't stop you, so ...... What about Luo Xian's technique?"

"Hengduan—the heavens!"

"Annihilation—eternal!"

In the roar, the phantom of a pitch-black banner manifested from behind Zuo Si, it seemed to be a scene of the end of the world, there was a broken world with the black banner flag ups and downs, and in the incomplete and uncounted world, corpses were everywhere, and the remnants of hundreds of millions of living beings lingered in the broken world.

In this situation, all the cultivators were silent.

Is this the scene of the end times? If we can't withstand this catastrophe, will the creatures of heaven and earth in this realm be like the scene in the black flag?

In the next moment, the black banner turned into a pitch-black streamer, piercing through the strange rules that were constantly condensing in the Sumeru passage, cutting through the void, and breaking into the strange world!