Looking at the back of the old man Wanzhu leaving, Luo Yuan sighed softly, and then fled away on the flying boat.

To be honest, he never thought that one day he would be separated from Old Man Wanzhu. Looking back on the past, an old man and a young man have been together for decades, during which Luo Yuan has changed a lot. From the beginning of the indifference, to now will also frolic, talk with it, no longer cold. He has been accustomed to the years accompanied by the old man Wanzhu, from the original Jindan cultivation to the current middle of the Yuan Infant Period, they have experienced too many hardships along the way.

Soon, Luo Yuan suppressed this thought again, after all, it was just a separation, not a parting of life and death, and the two would eventually meet again in the future. What's more, as a Yuanying Monk, he was naturally able to control his emotions perfectly.

Another few days

During this period, Luo Yuan tried to find the old man who painted for him back then. It's just that nearly a hundred years have passed since then, and the life span of mortals is short after all, and the old man can no longer find it. But what made him feel strange was that not only the old man at the beginning, but also the place where the old man had set foot was gone. However, it is not a big deal to think about it carefully, after all, there was a great master of refining the void back then, who was in chaos and chaos for thousands of miles, and the ancient sect of Guangyang was shattered, not to mention the land within a radius of several miles.

At this moment, they have come to the place where the Guangyang Ancient School was located back then, and now the Guangyang Ancient School has no vitality, and the disciples are scattered. But seeing that a radius of tens of thousands of miles is torn apart, the islands are scattered, and many islands sink to the bottom of the sea, it is difficult to see again. The mountain gate collapsed, and only the broken walls and pavilions remained, and the shadow of the spatial cracks was vaguely pervasive, with blood mist floating in it, which did not dissipate all year round.

Luo Yuan looked at the remnants of the Guangyang Ancient Sect and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. I still remember the first time he landed here, an island is thousands of miles wide. The clouds and mist on it, the mountains towering, the cranes shuttling, the rare beasts coming and going, he was shocked in his heart for a fairyland. Now, the island that floated in the air has long since fallen, and the magnificence and vastness of the past are no longer gone, and the earth is dyed red with blood.

"Stay here for a while, there's something I'm looking for here, just wait here. Luo Yuan said, jumped up, turned into a long rainbow and appeared in front of the Guangyang Ancient School Mountain Gate across dozens of miles. The hundreds of zhang mountain gate, and now only scattered boulders, even the plaque, only a "ancient" word is faintly visible. Luo Yuan looked at the ruins around him and didn't have much thought.

Back then, there were only three people who could identify with the Guangyang Ancient School. Huang Fengzi, Duan Annie, the ancestor of the ancient temple, now these three people are gone. What does it matter to him whether the rest of the Guangyang Ancient Sect is dead or alive? I still remember that he was intercepted and killed by Ma Dongyu at the beginning, and almost died, and then, with a sense of anger, hit this place and killed Lou Chuanhan and Lou Jinggui.

That scene, he has never forgotten to this day, remembering that he stood in the sky and scolded the cultivators of the Guangyang Ancient School. even looked up to the sky and angrily reprimanded Yangchuan, full of anger. On that day, he was deeply disappointed in the so-called righteous path on this boundless sea, and he felt even more disgusted with the ancient immortal gate that had been passed down for thousands of years. He once said that a sect that does not distinguish between right and wrong, and only has interests and values in its eyes, is not worth protecting. When the right path no longer cares about righteousness, only conspiracy and calculation remain, it is time to remove from the world.

Unexpectedly, it became a prophecy, but now I am revisiting the old place, but I can see this scene. If you change the time when you were wronged, you will feel happy in your heart, and you will even look up to the sky and laugh and applaud. But now there is a different kind of sigh, this big sect, even if it is lonely, it is still strong. It also has a reputation that is not weak in this boundless sea, but it is so broken and vulnerable.

This made him feel a sense of crisis again, if one day he ran into that Refining Void Venerable. If he made a move against himself, what should he do? You must know that in the face of a Void Refining Venerable, even if it is a Taihua, there is a great pressure, let alone him. If the Great Venerable of Refining Void made a move to kill him, it might not be much more laborious than killing an ant.

People say that the vicissitudes of life, things are people, but now everything is destroyed, people are not there, and the strong people who flew here and looked down on one side have all turned into dry bones. The divine consciousness unfolded, and within a radius of hundreds of miles, there were still many corpses piled up. Some are rotten, some still glow, with remnants of divinity, but there is no longer life to speak of.

Time is the most able to change a person, when he often thinks back to the past and lives in the past. Now, he will no longer dwell on the past, but look to the future. However, instead of dissipating with his strength, the pressure on him grew stronger and stronger, so that he was almost suffocated, and he no longer had time to care about the events of the past.

Luo Yuan shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, because it didn't make any sense. Whether it is memories or reverie, they are superfluous, and only by constantly becoming stronger is the right way. As Mo Chen said back then, if there is no cultivation, it will eventually become empty, and cultivation is the foundation of everything. If his cultivation is not enough, he will not be able to shelter anyone or anything he cares about, and even he himself will be turned into ashes under the catastrophe and die.

After a few steps and a few flashes, Luo Yuan once again crossed dozens of miles away and arrived at the place where the disciple he had stood on at the beginning lived. There is no accident here, and it is also like a mountain gate that has been completely destroyed, and there are many bones of low-level monks. The stump and arm were broken, the dead were blind, the corpses were separated, and all kinds of deaths appeared in an endless stream, but Luo Yuan did not feel the slightest discomfort as if he did not see it.

His figure was disillusioned again, and he gradually came to the place where he first met the ancient temple, and it was also the place where the magic of the ancient school of Guangyang gathered, the Guangfa Pavilion.

Luo Yuan's figure appeared, standing on a boulder, but he was slightly surprised. Although this Guangfa Pavilion has also been damaged, it still retains some of it. Luo Yuan thought slightly, but he was also relieved. After all, what was needed to refine the Void Venerable was the essence of life, and there were not many disciples coming and going in the Guangfa Pavilion, so they were only shocked, although they collapsed, they would not be completely destroyed.

Luo Yuan flicked his sleeves, and in an instant, the wind was mighty, and the sand and dust dispersed, revealing the original antique pavilion.

"Squeak"

With a tooth-aching sound of decay, the heavy door was pushed open again after decades. It was covered in dust and sand, and there were even a number of rocks and several corpses. The cultivation of the dead monk is not high, but he is just practicing qi to build a foundation, and he naturally cannot survive in the fluctuations of such existence. This first layer has a lot of exercises, but from Luo Yuan's current point of view, they are not worth mentioning.

Without any stopping, Luo Yuan's figure flickered and appeared on the second floor. On the second floor, at the entrance of the passageway, a man was terrified and held a sword, but he was no longer alive, leaning against the wall and dying. Luo Yuan unfolded his senses, and after some searching, he only took a few classics, and then put them in the storage bag and walked towards the third floor.

Within the third-floor passage, a light curtain loomed, seemingly blocking Luo Yuan's footsteps. At that time, he was under great pressure in the passage, and he tried his best to set foot in it. It's just that for him now, this so-called pressure is not enough at all, and with a flicker of his figure, he easily crossed this fellow road. There was a wave of heat between heaven and earth, and the power that made him feel hot back then was now unwavering.

This space is still hundreds of zhang in size, and the sun in the sky is still hanging high, exuding the power of the extreme yang. Luo Yuan stepped forward, ten zhang, fifty zhang, one hundred zhang, just a few breaths, and he came to the edge of the place. The aura here was like a tide, which actually made Luo Yuan's clothes wet, but the power of the extreme yang in the air was stronger than that on the periphery, which vaguely distorted his body protection mana.

Luo Yuan raised his head, looked at the dazzling sun, and after a little muttering, he raised his hand to take it down. If it is a change from the past, don't say that it is such a big move, but it will be unbearable after staring for a long time. Now he is no longer what he used to be, so he dares to do such a thing of picking stars and catching the moon. Luo Yuan's palm continued to enlarge, and the mana on his palm was immense, and he probed towards the blazing sun.

The extreme sun trembled violently, and then the heat became even stronger, as if he was angry because of a provocation, and he actually conjured up a ** day, and there was a sea of fire looming.

"Huh?" Luo Yuan was slightly surprised, but he didn't stop, although this extreme yang power was extraordinary, but after all, it was only a remnant, and it was not much of a threat to him. Even if this was the means left by the God Transformation Supreme, but that Supreme had long since passed away, and even if the method left behind was very powerful back then, it had been worn out a lot in the passage of time at this time.

Luo Yuan's mana urged, infinite runes diffused out, and cultivation burst out, as if he had the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, he could collapse the sun, moon and stars, and the heavens and seas. That round of the Great Sun was like a speck of dust caught in the infinite sea, which could only move with the waves, and could not help but stir and be powerless to resist. After a few breaths, everything was calm, there was no more scorching heat in this space, and the aura like a tide had also dissipated.

In Luo Yuan's palm, there is a copper block in the shape of a hook jade, on which there is an ancient inscription, and the glyph is difficult to distinguish. Luo Yuan frowned slightly, this piece of bronze did not have any mystery except for its strange appearance and heavy weight. Even the original power of the extreme yang has disappeared, which is puzzling.

"Bang, bang, bang"

Several loud noises were heard in succession, and the space between them shattered inch by inch, and then dense cracks appeared.

Luo Yuan's heart was in shock, the space cracked, in the face of this kind of thing, even the God Supreme needed to be cautious. He is now only a Yuan Infant cultivator, and if he touches it, he will die, and Yuan Ying will not be able to withstand the power of the spatial crack. His face was solemn, and a light rose under his feet, ready to retreat from here at any time.

However, the danger did not occur, and the spatial rift seemed to be stationary, no longer expanding and flowing. A stone door emerged from the space barrier, and in the center of the stone door, there was a gap, which was in the shape of a hook jade, and its size was the same as the copper block in Luo Yuan's hand.