Fire soup Jedi.

Su Musha held the spirit sword in his hand, his eyes were murderous, and the silver-white sword light fell.

Rumble!

Thousands of miles of surging fire are shaking because of it.

On the five-colored earth altar, the pure white spirit flame exploded directly, spinning and turning into a flame storm, rushing into the sky!

Su Mu's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the past, the old Taoist sealed himself here, and sure enough, he left a certain means, maybe to defend against the enemy, or maybe to increase the chances of victory for his own backhand after the ages!

This pure white spirit flame is one of the back hands of the old way!

It is not only a self-styled method of the old way, but also a means of the old way to resist the enemy!

The spiritual fire of the thousands of levels is enough to discourage the monks of the Yang World, and even die in the storm of fire and sea of fire under negligence!

It's a pity, maybe even Lao Dao never thought that there would be a monk like Su Musha.

Above the blade of the sword, there is a Yin and Yang Dao fire that incarnates out of thin air, and a wisp of time clings to it, and the art of seizing the universe is quietly displayed.

Rumble!

The Yan of the years is here!

It's just a wisp of gray, but the size of an ordinary person's finger, but there are shocking fluctuations, suppressing the entire sea of fire, no matter how the pure white spiritual flame struggles, but it is turbulent time, in a breath, as if burning for eternity!

In an instant, the storm subsided.

The pure white spirit flame looked a little dim when you looked closely.

"Slash the Spirit!"

muttered softly, and under the blade of the sword, there was suddenly an illusory square inch of the scene.

That's the old way's spiritual platform!

In the past, for 3,000 years in the desolate ancient realm, Su Mu relied on this sword, and he didn't know how many Tianjiao's spiritual platforms had been killed!

Now, as in the past, Su Musha fell with a sword and slashed towards the vitality on the spiritual platform!

Zi!

The sound of cooking oil sounded.

The already majestic vitality was constantly wiped out under the agitation of Su Musha's sword light!

It was a very smooth process, even beyond Su Musha's imagination.

The more this is the case, the more dignified Su Musha becomes.

Hmmm——!

When the vitality of the millstone disc shrinks continuously, and finally it is only the size of a bowl.

Behind Su Musha, suddenly a void crack opened!

An old figure manifested, and the shriveled palm was pushed out, accompanied by a bronze avenue talisman on it, which hit the back of Su Mu's head!

Judging by its appearance, it is the same as the old way on the altar.

Look at the talisman seal again, it is the most orthodox five-color soil sacrifice method!

It looks like a very slow palm, but it is actually almost to the limit, between the lightning and the fire, Su Musha seems to have no time to react!

In the midst of the shock, suddenly a crazy and chaotic Tao emerged!

For no reason, it seems that the voice of hundreds of millions of living beings chanting and praying is transmitted to the ears of Lao Dao.

The uncountable beings recited a wordless ancient scripture, like the whispers of powerful ghosts in the underworld, accompanied by the chaotic Dao rules, turbulent the Dao heart and mind of the old Dao.

Thirty-three silver-white chains came first, attacking and killing the old way in the oblique ground.

The Locking God Array was silently laid down, imprisoning the void and blocking every inch.

Seeing that, Lao Dao's palm, which contained the supreme killing technique, could no longer fall.

In the distance, there is an illusory but real figure, holding the flag of hatred, stepping on the sea of fire.

He has the breath of Shinto on his body, like a god, but he has no authority and authority, and even has a strange aura of independence from the world.

"My god's name is away from hatred!"

The brilliant divine voice swept through the sky, suppressing the sea of fire!

In the past, Su Mu covered the origin of a wisp of incense and sacrificed this god.

After two thousand years of wandering the tide of chaos, this god has also been tempered by the Qi of Chaos.

After that, there were even more eternals, and Su Musha refined the immortal substance into the Detachment of Hatred, and even self-evolved!

This instrument spirit god has long been beyond the scope of a single god, and has a transcendent artistic conception on his body, even unpredictable.

It's just that in a moment, the hating god holds the banner in his hand, and the turbulent and murderous old way can no longer move.

It was only at this moment that Su Musha turned around, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a twinkle of starlight, staring at Lao Dao.

With just one glance, the starlight faded.

Su Musha shook his head slightly.

"The old man thought of many possibilities, but he never thought that it was the weakest possibility, you are not an ancient sage, but a similar flower bloomed on a once dry plant!"

There is no eternal life towards death.

The old way in front of him is just a void spirit, and from the corpse of the old way, a void spirit that is not more than ten thousand years old!

Perhaps, before the old Tao sat down, he really left his back hand, and there were also faint expectations.

But the years are merciless, burying the masses!

He really died, with the ominous and final bitter struggle of his old age, he wrote three "hate" self, and then sat down completely.

But some of the back hands he once left behind were still running, until a certain moment, a latecomer crossed the ages, and then, by chance, a similar spirit was born from the rotten bones.

On the body of this ethereal spirit, there are not too many traces of time, not even traces of Tao and Law.

The five-colored earth sacrifice method originated from the remnants of the Dao base in the bones of the old Dao.

For this ethereal spirit, it is just like eating, like the instinct of some kind of living being.

"You're not the Old Heaven. ”

The hoarse voice said the last word, and the vitality on the spiritual platform was completely wiped out by the sword light.

There was not even a struggle, and the void spirit collapsed because of it.

After turning around, Su Mu's eyes were gloomy, quietly looking at Lao Dao's shriveled body, which turned into powder little by little under the burning fire, and finally scattered between heaven and earth.

Eternal sorrowful jade fossils, sigh for eternal life, leave a remnant of hatred in vain!

The last traces of the group of Daoists at the beginning of the opening of the heavens were completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

The handwriting on the stele has long been blurred.

Except for Su Musha, who saw all this with his own eyes, there was not a word about them in the pile of papers.

The sad end is nothing more than that.

In the same place, Su Musha put away the Spirit Slashing Sword, stared at the blood words on the altar, and stared at the immortal chains scattered on the ground.

Maybe one day, there will be a similar ending, waiting for him, waiting for everyone.

The land of no return and silence envelops the world.

The so-called immortal is now just a joke!

......

Yang Shi, Venerable Dojo, Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Lao Dao stood with his hands in his hands, and behind him, the three powerful disciples of the personal lineage stood with their hands down.

In front of the four of them, there was a cold jade bed.

On it, the bones of a god monarch have been dismembered, and they have been pieced together according to the parts before their birth, and they are placed on the stone bed for the four masters and apprentices to see.

For a long time, Hongjun Lao Dao looked at the bones of the Divine Monarch, turned over his hand and took out a splendid scroll, gathered Lingqi as ink, and lightly added a few strokes to it, outlining several Great Dao talisman seals.

The breath emanating from the scroll is very terrifying, it seems to be the old way woven with supreme heaven and earth treasures, and there are three ancient seal characters on the frontispiece.

God List!

After outlining the talisman seal, Hongjun Lao Dao put away the god list, and then flicked his sleeves, and the stone bed was completely empty.

Lao Dao turned around and looked at his three personal disciples.

"Don't think that the teacher despises the Divine Monarch, so you underestimate this way, the more you enlighten, the more you are frightened even by the teacher, this is a very profound avenue!"

Let's talk back.

"Come, who's next?Oh, the late Red Sky Divine Monarch, let us master and apprentice four, so that we can live and enlighten!"