Those who are sloppy immortals are sloppy for a while, and they are not self-sufficient.

In the fairy world, immortals are mostly born in the "Immortal Pool". However, the survival of immortals is by no means limited to the way of "turning into immortal pools", in fact, some immortals will be very unwilling when their lives are about to break away from "becoming and dwelling" and moving towards "destruction", and they want to leave a young and perfect life, inheriting his wishes and the concept of the Great Dao, so he will exhaust the subtlety of the Great Dao and create a life to inherit his immortal lineage.

However, he will not necessarily raise him, he will hand him over to the heavenly court, or abandon him to heaven and earth and leave him to "fend for himself".

Tang Juan is not Chu Qiao among the younger generation of the fairy world, but he is very famous, he is one of the four little saints of the "Wind Flower Snow Moon", of course, there are many immortals who call him "crazy monarch".

Tang Juan has been messing around in the heavenly court since he was a child, but he was indeed not born from the "Immortal Pool", his ruthless "father" or "mother" is nowhere to be found, and there is no way to study it, and he has never haunted this matter when he stands on his own in the immortal world.

He's an idle guy who likes to make friends with like-minded young immortals, do things that aren't so serious, and soon have a small reputation, although it's more negative, he never cares.

Until one day, a fairy who was so sacred in his heart that he couldn't say anything suddenly met him, and when his sea of fairy heart also stirred, the fairy suddenly changed his face and threw a big white eye, and his heart really hurt at that moment.

I don't know why he was despised, but he knew that she had this qualification, and his world suddenly became a little bleak, but he indulged in this faint melancholy and felt that he deserved it.

He abandoned the friends of "Wind Flower Snow Moon", abandoned the immortals of the Heavenly Court, and escaped into an unknown mountain.

If he doesn't introspect again, he will fall into the path of love demons, and he will not choose to self-destruct if he can't let go.

But the luck was not good, and there was a bang, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, and the catastrophe struck.

The immortal mountain he was sitting on quickly collapsed unseemly, and the Yuan Shen mind clearly told him, run away!

At that moment, his divine machine was running at an unprecedented speed, and he even faintly felt that his mana was showing signs of a breakthrough.

Woe to blessings!

He sensed that millions of miles away, Emperor Weiyang had turned into nothingness and fought against the Heavenly Tribulation.

The Great Emperor is not afraid of the Heavenly Tribulation, in a sense, he is the Chixiao Heaven, unless this Heavenly Tribulation is enough to completely destroy the Chixiao Heaven, he will be fine.

When he flew to less than 100,000 li, the Great Emperor Weiyang was exhausted and could not maintain the invisible form, so he turned into a majestic palace, with layers of unknown tens of thousands, huge and unknown thousands of miles, covering the vast area, and all the immortals and people who could fly into this imperial domain had vitality.

There are also major golden immortal powerhouses who use mana magic weapons, forming many divine domain barriers to resist the heavenly tribulation.

Along the way, he saw countless immortals, and the people were all wiped out, and there was no scum left, and he also saw many immortals, whose immortal bodies were destroyed and died.

The storm seemed to divide all the lives apart, so precise that it seemed to be premeditated, and he could not save others, and no one else could help him.

When he finally came to the front of the temple after a lot of hard work, he was stopped by several great immortals, and it was about to be full of immortals, and there was no place for the layers.

He also understood that in such an unprecedented catastrophe that did not appear in the annals of history, all the magic power was greatly reduced, and the so-called "Mustard Seed Na Sumeru" never existed at this moment.

In the moments of delay, a mighty wind of calamity chose him, taking him away from heaven and rolling him into the endless abyss.

When he gradually woke up afterwards, he realized that the abyss was actually an endless cyclone, stretching out four spiral branches of the huge infinite, like huge arms.

The calamity was mixed in the cyclone, they were in harmony with each other, as if they were a group, Don Juan was shocked, so that the first thing to consider was not life and death, but reason, which was so unreasonable!

Wind clouds can form vortices, nebulae can form vortices, this shape of things is not uncommon in the heavenly realm, and even he knows that even the immortals in the realm of enlightenment, the blue hair at that end is also a spiral curly hair.

Many vibrant things are spiral, for example, the operation of the Zhou Tian can form many vortex veins, which have the ability to biochemical all things, and there are also many things that destroy the sky and destroy the world are also spiral, such as some dark void passages, which even immortals dare not explore.

However, the Heavenly Tribulation cannot be conspired with, and no matter what is good, bad, good or evil, it is the object of its destruction.

Don Juan didn't know how to describe his emotions for a moment, but he didn't have time to sort out the chaos of his situation, for he soon found that he was about to petrify.

The immortal body stiffened, drifting with the wind, and gradually rolled into an infinite sea of stars.

In addition to his body, his mind is not confused, his spirituality is still there, but he is confused for a while, and the feeling of confusion is like he is lying in the waves of tides, completely involuntary.

He discovers that this is a galaxy of death!

With his knowledge, with the knowledge of the immortals in the immortal realm, it is impossible for there to be so many death stars in this vast heavenly firmament!

He was really scared!

Next, he found that Zhou Tian's environment was not the fairy world he was familiar with, and the vortex nebula he was in was vast, and he knew that compared to the fairy world, it was only a drop in the ocean, but this "drop in the ocean" was also too big, completely isolated from the real world.

After all, he is a Yuan Immortal, his grade is not low, and his Divine Mind Spiritual Sense can penetrate a large Tianyu, but he can't receive any information from the Immortal Realm.

Gradually, he understood the fact that he had entered the past, a very distant past, straight to the ancient times!

When he understood this, he almost collapsed, and he didn't even want to live anymore, where would this inhuman encounter, the endless clouds, stars, and cantilevers, take him?

Not only is it a desolate ancient, in the later perception, he found that it seemed to have reached the historical node where the world was located, at this time, the catastrophe was gone, the huge qi cloud held up the four cantilever arms, spinning leisurely, and he, a small immortal, stood stiffly under a small piece of dead starry sky, in his not very free imagination, this picture is very poignant!

He was furious! Because he found that he couldn't die, there had been endless strange aura instilled into his immortal body, he couldn't mobilize the immortal yuan to resist, he could only clearly feel that those breaths invaded his immortal veins little by little, circulating around his ten thousand points pass.

What makes him feel the most sad is that there is no time here, the time and space of the fairy world are far away, this galaxy of death, may be far away to the edge of the heavenly realm, or it may be not too far away from the heavenly court, as a Yuan Immortal, he knows very well that entering such a dead space, far away in the world and close at hand is the same meaning.

He didn't know how long it took, at the beginning he calculated the world of the fairy world with his heartbeat, but after three hundred years, his heartbeat was gone, and his consciousness began a new round of blurring, so he guarded his pulse and looked for the tide of Xianyuan, although he was infected by a strange aura, it seemed that he would not die for a while.

Five hundred years later, his immortal yuan seemed to have been replaced by those breaths, and he couldn't even notice the ups and downs of his veins, the ebb and flow.

He was desperate, and at this time some kind of change began in the nebula, and he saw a vague "sun", and he struggled to open his eyes, like a dead fish rolling his eyes, and then he scolded: "Damn, you are fake!

Then not long after, another hazy "moon" came out, he only glanced at it, and scolded in his heart: it, you are also fake!

He knew that he was in a past realm that was even more terrible than the illusion, and everything he saw could be tricked by unknown heaven and earth undead, or it could be his own mind blurred, and it was not enough to believe it.

However, he didn't want to die, and his instinct for life became clearer and stronger.

He then counted the "days" and "months" and felt that he had counted about 10,000 years.

He couldn't starve to death, he just wanted to vomit and feel uncomfortable.

His mind was getting more and more obsessed, and he didn't know how long he would last.

Suddenly, at this moment, a light lit up in the center of the dull and dead nebula, to be precise, a fairy light running through the four huge cantilevers circling, and the extremely pure fairy light penetrated through the center of the cantilever, and with this as the axis, the lifeless galaxy arm began to slowly rotate!

At this moment, Don Juan's heart seemed to light up a lamp, and a burst of heat surged through his stiff body.

Two lines of fairy tears slipped down his handsome cheeks! He trembled and reached out to catch them, which had turned into yellow beads.

There was a little bit of life in the stars, and the four star arms turned faster and faster, and then one by one, the stars of death began to dissipate, turning into a little starlight, dim and melancholy.

In Don Juan's gradually waking consciousness, after about a few hours, the stars almost dissipated, but as the incredible immortal light slowly weakened, the final death and loneliness condensed into a central area, which still made him unable to break free from its death breath injection, because of this injection, he could not get out.

Heaven and earth are working together!

Don Juan, who had recovered a little, saw the sky of the fairy world, and the sound of a melodious Taoist song came from the sky:

Sleepwalking Immortals, it is clear that he has passed the Nine Heavens.

The majestic spirit is clear, and the clouds are ethereal and boundless.

At that time, all saints would be together, and the great light covered the purple golden lotus.

The immortals sang ballads, the heavens were happy, and they were all carried away.

Liuxia pan drinking, peach feast, the second stay.

The supernatural powers are free, and the robbery has not been moved.

Chong is wonderful, Haotian is extremely high, like the first emperor.

Through the heavy mystery, the fate is driven in a trance, and the fire is thrown thousands of miles around.

Four-dimensional up and down, eight tables vertical and horizontal, Luanhe does not need to whip.

The chaos is too empty, and the catastrophe lasts forever.

Ren Yan floats, the mountain destroys the cave, and the sea becomes a mulberry field.

The meaning of the word is ancient, and the singing voice is rough, but he is an acquaintance!

He wanted to shout, but his voice was hoarse and weak, and he had already been seen by the immortal, "Hehe, good people don't live long, and the scourge will last for a thousand years!"

A sword light flew!

Don Juan closed his eyes, tired, and let him go.

Invisible waves, mighty, bright and bright, all the beautiful words to describe this sword light, it is not an exaggeration!

The remnants of the meaning of death and silence disappeared, as if it had never existed, and Don Juan's immortal power flowed and suddenly recovered, but those strange breaths finally remained, fused with the immortal yuan, and they were very harmonious, as if they had been together with the clouds and the wind and clouds in the first place.

Tang Juan was extremely angry in his heart, and it was not easy to have a seizure, so he saluted the immortal first: "Thank you Yue Zhan Immortal, your mana is simply better than before!"

As soon as he got out of trouble, he immediately regained his playful nature, why should this person be seen outside, he can be regarded as an acquaintance.

"Hmph, flamboyant, all these years, where has I died, I don't have to worry about it! I still have something to do, let's go!"

Don Juan smiled freely: "Brother Dao, come and thank you another day!"

The tall figure of the man flashed away, and the next moment it was already in the sky, and only a voice came: "Why did you kid get so dirty, you don't have to make people embarrassed, go back and change it!"

Only then did Don Juan realize that his neat clothes had already been covered with bizarre stains, which were also strange and unusual.

"Hmph! I won't change it! Hey, commemorate my lost time!"