Yangshi.

Above the sky, there is a flash of thunder, like a group of dragons soaring into the sky!

The red glow stained the stratus clouds, enveloping every inch of the world in the flood world.

Kitayama.

Old Dao Minghong and Lingyunzi stood on the top of the mountain, quietly staring at the changes in the sky, feeling the tremor of the origin of the avenue.

For a long time, Ling Yunzi's eyes wrinkled slightly.

"Today's situation of Fantian is so similar to the situation of the ancient gods in the past, but they have suffered from the cultivation of this world, and what greeted them was the golden world of prosperity and glory, but now it is about to come to an abrupt end. ”

Accompanied by Lingyunzi's almost murmuring whispers, between this huge heaven and earth, or between the blessed heavens and the blessed earth, or between the beautiful mountains and rivers, one after another great powers rose into the air, stepping into the void, to break into the red heaven and fight for the life and death with the so-called Emperor Gonghe!

This seems to be the fate of all cultivators in every life, between heaven and earth!

In the prospect of such a sad end to a lifetime, what if it is powerful?

Not to mention that Bo Kuizi is already immortal in the Yang world, he is an old monster who has survived for two eras, and he has already brought the road of immortality to the end of the Yang world.

Not to mention, at this moment, Bo Kuizi occupies the position of the Emperor of Heaven.

Looking at the cascading light shuttling between heaven and earth, even Minghong Lao Dao sighed because of it.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, it was also in the Red Underworld, the great powers of the past were also the same as their generations today, they may have already known that this trip is to die, and they may have the hope of fighting between life and death, but in the end, they want to fight for this flood realm, for the future generations of cultivators, to kill a way to live!"

"What Brother Dao sees is the survival of this Yangshi Dao?"

"Wrong! What the old man saw was the struggle of generations of ants!"

"Yes, ant ......"

Ling Yunzi's voice was low again.

Minghong Lao Dao squinted his eyes slightly, and even the coffin behind him began to tremble violently, and at this moment, there was a crazy divine thought around his body that flashed away.

"If you don't become an immortal, you will eventually struggle to survive in this red dust, and if you don't become an immortal, you will eventually be an ant!

"When will you make a move?"

"There's no need to wait, you and I can go!"

"It's okay, let's see if this immortal path of the Yang World is really immortal!"

When the words fell, there was a terrifying aura on the two of them that rushed into the sky, and just the bloom of the qi machine directly shattered the void.

When I looked at it for another moment, the figures of the two had disappeared into Beishan.

Boom ——!

Above the sky, thunder exploded!

The scarlet stratus cloud was like boiling molten iron, and suddenly at this moment, a different color appeared in the pure red.

The old monster entered the Red Underworld, a Taoist friend in the past, and an enemy today.

The crazy divine thoughts raged across the universe, and Minghong Lao Dao directly tore the Void Barrier of the Red Immortal Heaven into an irreparable rift!

......

Deep in the Void.

Mr. Qinghe helped the Xuanji Fairy, swept away the Sumeru storm, and walked out of the broken Sumeru world.

Fairy Xuanji's face was very pale.

On her body, there is an aura of Dao and Fa that does not belong to her, which is very terrifying, which means some kind of forbidden Dao Fa.

Fairy Xuanji's experience is shallow, compared to everyone else.

She became enlightened at the end of the previous life, and took a few steps on the road to immortality because of the game of seizing the sky.

But this kind of cultivation is not an opponent of an emperor after all.

She was subjected to terrible calculations.

"Sir...... This ...... It is not the third thousandth life after the opening of the heavens! The old body has the luck of this life, and he has avoided the final calculation! Bo Kuizi's plan is already flawed!"

While speaking, the once glamorous woman in palace clothes, in a breath, goosebumps.

Her breath plummeted.

The gilded divine light in the depths of his eyes also dimmed, but the immortal substance was finally returned.

And her cultivation aura can also fall to the edge of power.

Aunt Xuanji smiled bitterly.

"The old body was blessed with the luck of heaven and earth in the past, and he had a great mana, but now he is withering in this world, but he is also destined to be counterattacked, sure enough, it is better to cultivate heaven and earth than to cultivate himself, luck, is unreliable. ”

In the end, Xuanji Daogu was already tired, and Mr. Qinghe was silent, just holding the mountain and river pen, cutting through the void, and sending Xuanji Daogu to the Pure Land of White Bones for cultivation.

When he turned around again, in the vast void turbulence, behind Mr. Qinghe, there were already nearly a hundred old monsters standing quietly.

Mr. Qinghe stretched out his hand and pointed to the heaven and earth of the yang world.

"Everyone, take a look, your disciples and grandchildren are fighting for their lives! All of you Daoist friends are also fighting for your lives! Immortality is cultivated over a long period of time, but it is also fought between life and death! You came to vote for a certain and such a person, for the immortal road of the Yang World, but there are only more than 100 people...... More!

Now, Venerable Raising Eyebrows is watching you from afar! It's time to kill you, and if you survive, the old man will personally go to Venerable One and ask for enlightenment for you!"

When the words fell, Mr. Qinghe tore through the void and left.

......

The scarlet sky reflects the sea in a dark red color.

On this day, in the depths of the sea, there was a sword light, rising into the sky, terrifying the world!

......

In the southern Xinjiang, the treasure elephant Buddha looked at the overturned heaven and earth with palpitations.

His face changed several times.

"That's it, that's it, I'm not going to hell, who is going to hell?"

When the words fell, the Buddha stepped on the lotus flower and ascended to the sky!

......

Fire soup Jedi.

Su Musha stood on the top of the mountain, but his eyes looked around the entire Yang World, and he saw all the expressions of the cultivators in his eyes.

"Qingmeng. ”

"Brother Dao?"

"You go to the dojo and take care of Hongjun. ”

"But that little monk who almost walked on the invincible path of the Cave Truth Realm in the past?"

"Exactly, this child is barely my junior, he is a good child with a pure temperament, in the past, Bo Kuizi and Hong Yangzi also gave him lectures, today I am afraid that he will also be angry, you go to take care of one or two. ”

"But do you want to stop it?"

"He is already powerful, he is a child, and he has already grown up, and he can't stop him, so lead him to see Hong Yangzi, avoid Bo Kuizi, and protect his life. ”

"Good. ”

When the words fell, the Qingmeng Fairy tore through the void and left.

She is destined to accompany Su Musha through a long road, and naturally wants to witness Su Musha's past.

After the Qingmeng Fairy left, Su Musha stood quietly on the top of the mountain, and turned his head in the present world, looking at the depths of the tomb stele forest, as if he was exploring something.

It's just that the fire soup Jedi is dead silent.

For a long time, this heaven and earth were silent, and there was no other power surging except the raging fire.

The corners of Su Musha's mouth seemed to show a smile, he turned around, looked in the direction of the depths of the heavens, and also tore through the void and left.

......

The Sky of the Red Bright.

This side of the Heavenly Realm has now completely become the burial ground for the living beings of the Yang World!

The sky is pouring blood and rain, and the avenue is mourning and wailing!

An unimaginable scene, Su Musha descended on this realm, and as far as the eye could see, the entire Red Underworld could no longer find an intact inch of land.

Every inch is blood and mud, and I want to bury all the heroes!

Su Mu's brows furrowed slightly.

This is a far more tragic battle than the battle of the past year.

After all...... At that time, in the Red Underworld, it was just an ancient god, the incarnation of a venerable being, and the power of the last years of a life.

Now, what is being killed in this red heaven is dozens of immortal old monsters in the Yang world! It is the heyday of the golden world, and there are endless powerful heroes!

This life is really going to end like this......

Su Mu looked intently.

In the Red Immortal Heavenly City, Bo Kuizi's figure is empty!

The treasure mirror in Bo Kuizi's hand blooms with thousands of divine light!

It was a very treacherous substance, illuminated by the light of the treasure, passively condensed, as if it had been imprisoned by Bo Kuizi.

Avenue Matter!

Has he come this far?

The thunder roared as if it exploded from the depths of the heavens, and it seemed to be accompanied by the surging sound of the Huangquan River!

With a divine fire burning in his hand, Bo Kuizi laughed wildly, refining these restrained Dao substances into the treasure mirror.

All the ways in the Hongtao realm are resonating because of it, as if they are connected by the Heaven Viewing Treasure Mirror!

The depths of the heavens.

Deep in the depths of the earth.

There is a majestic breath rising up!

The voice of the Heavenly Spirit Venerable came.

"Enough! You can be the Emperor of Heaven, but you need to stop here!"

As soon as the old man's voice echoed from the Red Dark Heaven, Bo Kuizi shouted coldly!

"Get out, I am the Emperor of Heaven, dare to ask what the Venerable One is?"

When the words fell, Bo Kuizi held the divine fire in one hand and the treasure mirror in the other, and the two completely different and plausible ways and methods suddenly converged together with Bo Kuizi's hands together!

With Gong and Zu Qi as the guide, and the Great Dao substance in the Heavenly Immortal Mirror as the way, Bo Kuizi finally revealed his ambition and fangs!

At this moment, all the ancestors of the Yang World were all attracted by Bo Kuizi!

Qingmeng Zuqi!

Five Elements Ancestral Qi!

Taiyin Zu Qi!

Sun Zuqi!

......

And even - the ancestors of the years!

Ten thousand roared, reflecting Bo Kuizi's hideous expression like a god and a demon!

"One breath for eternity, what is the Venerable One!"

At this moment, the hoarse roar resounded between every inch of heaven and earth in the flood world!

When the words fell, the time flowed with the vibration of Zu Qi, real and dreamy!

Yangshi, the vicissitudes of life, the grass and trees are withered!

The red sky, the power is buried, and it is immortal!

The two majestic auras in the depths of the High Heaven and Thick Earth have never been eroded, but in such a change, they have obviously weakened.

His Holiness has a long life.

They have seized the Tao and reincarnated, but the Tao has no owner in the end, or it can be said that it is the Tao of the Hongtao Realm after all!

Now there are people who lead the general trend of heaven and earth, and all the ways resonate, even if it is the Venerable, they will also suffer from this!

"Hahaha!"

Bo Kuizi's hoarse laughter was harsh and unbearable, as if gold and stone were rubbing.

In his hand, the divine light completely obscured the true form of the flame and the treasure mirror, and he suddenly held a realm of origin in the palm of his hand!

"What's the point of raising your eyebrows? Is this your time? Or is it my time? Old dog! Stealing years and living for eternity, now follow cause and effect, and bury in the years!"

"Hahaha!"

"I have broken through the ages!"

"Whose flood realm is this? Not your Venerable! Thou art a thief! Not born of heaven and earth! All beings are ants! It is mine! This is my flood realm!"

The colorful divine light had completely submerged Bo Kuizi's figure.

Even the immortal old monsters who were still alive at this moment were shocked and frightened at this time, staring at the colorful divine light that was still spreading, unable to penetrate Bo Kuizi's form, and could only hear his increasingly crazy roar.

I don't know when.

Su Musha had already stepped into the void and stood on the half-suspended air of the Red Shadow Heaven.

For eternity, it seems that it has not had the slightest impact on Su Musha.

The phantom of the long river of years lingered around him, spreading the breath of all the Tao and the Fa.

Even on Su Musha's body, there is a specious majestic avenue atmosphere, ethereal and obscure, but it really exists, competing with the origin of the avenue in the Hongtao realm!

"Alas......"

"Who!"

"Bo Kuizi, you cross the ages? You need to know that the years are like a knife, but the years are also invisible, today, you gather the years into a knife, but I don't know if this sharp blade is cut to the common people, or to yourself?"

When the words fell, the long river of years around Su Mu's body was condensed from nothing!

The long river of time that runs through the flood world has manifested in the yang world!

With a wave of Su Musha's big hand.

Rumble!

The waves are surging!

Fantian!

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