"Did the woman in white go against the years to kill the master of the black hand?" Li Ruoyu thought of this possibility, and his heart was shocked. What kind of cultivation is it to kill people against the ages? Is it to go to the future or to go back to the past. Either the former or the latter. That's all extraordinary.

And the owner of the black hand is obviously not in the same period of time as the mysterious woman in white with a sword, and why did he sneak attack the woman in white, did he spy on the woman in white to threaten him in the future? Or did he come from the future against the long river of years, just to kill the woman in white at this point? No matter what kind of speculation, if it is reflected in reality, Li Ruoyu dare not imagine that this is beyond the limit of what he knows.

The picture in my mind is like the water that has been dissipated by rice paper, and there is no trace. As with all the previous doubts, there was no answer. This made Li Ruoyu have a suffocation that emanated from nowhere.

No matter what, the road still has to go on, Li Ruoyu took a firm step. Ahead, the immortal blood body nailed to death by a black spear is the pointing marker. Ahead, a stone tablet appeared, engraved with the mottling of old age, and two ancient characters engraved on it, Li Ruoyu stared at these two ancient words and observed them carefully, figuring out. I guessed the approximate meaning of these two words.

"Shu Dao"

What kind of Dao is Shu Dao? Li Ruoyu didn't know if he was talking about a powerful Dao, or was there really such a Dao of Shu? Crossing the stone tablet, Li Ruoyu continued to walk forward.

An immortal corpse appeared in front of him again, dressed in black and white robes, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Holding a white piece in two fingers, it hangs knee-high on a table-sized stone chessboard in front of him. Looking at this dead corpse, Li Ruoyu fell into deep thought, this person died playing chess? Li Ruoyu tried to get close to this corpse, there was no imaginary coercion, there was no obstruction, Li Ruoyu actually walked in front of this corpse very easily. This made Li Ruoyu quite surprised, where is this? This is Jedi Yellow Mountain!

Looking at this corpse, Li Ruoyu always felt that there was something strange that he hadn't noticed.

"Eyes"

The corpse's eyes were open, though it was still possible to see the mindlessness and no focus. But the corpse's eyes were open, looking into the distance.

Seeing that he was so close to the corpse and there was still no danger, Li Ruoyu had the courage to sit on the stone chessboard and follow the corpse's gaze in the direction it was looking at. However, nothing was seen.

Suddenly, cold sweat on Li Ruoyu's forehead slid down his cheeks, and the hairs on his whole body stood on end, like a fried cat. Li Ruoyu felt a hand suddenly appear on his shoulder. Li Ruoyu turned his head back, only to see that the corpse in a black and white robe was holding the hand of the white man on his shoulder, and Li Ruoyu even saw that the corpse showed a "kind" smile. It's okay not to look at it, but after seeing it, Li Ruoyu's heart beat faster, and a sense of horror arose.

"Looking Ahead"

The nameless voice sounded in Li Ruoyu's heart, Li Ruoyu was like a marionette, obeying the voice in his heart and looking ahead. Looking again, Li Ruoyu saw a completely different scene.

As if out of his body, Li Ruoyu appeared in a strange place, a person holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand and a wine pot hanging from his waist was independent of a road. Behind the road is a fairyland-like pavilion and palace. And in front of this person is a vast army standing in the starry sky, innumerable, endless.

I saw an old man in Tsing Yi standing up among the few people in front of the army and said: "Count it for eternity, today the old man is going to usurp this day and change the way of heaven and earth." make the sky fall, make your ancient Shu immortal dynasty die, and make your ancient Shu immortal dynasty fall from now on."

As soon as the old man in Tsing Yi finished speaking, he was in front of the army with him, and the man in the dark shirt pointed a little forward with his finger, and this point turned into a pillar of optimus, penetrating the starry sky, and crushing towards the fairyland-like pavilion and palace in front of him. At the same time, the voice of the man in dark clothes also came, "Today, with my heavenly calculation, I will break your luck of the ancient Shu Immortal Dynasty, cut off your Shu Dao Road, and never wait for you to wait for the inheritance of Shu Dao."

Looking at this day, the man holding the three-foot Qingfeng took a sip of the wine in the pot, and then waved the sword in his hand and drank a lot.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky"

With this person's loud shout, the starry sky appeared along with the river in the sky. If you look closely at the water, where is the ordinary water, it is clearly the water of the Yellow Spring that can destroy the soul and destroy the bones.

"Today, I will use a sword to kill the people of my ancient Shu Immortal Dynasty, and I will not wait for the way of life, and I will wait for the next life."

After finishing speaking, the water of the Yellow River, which filled the entire sea of stars on the tip of this person's sword, attacked the army in the starry sky.

Seeing that this powerful blow was coming, standing in front of the army, a person holding a Fang Tian painting halberd appeared, holding a halberd towards the rolling yellow spring water. Accompanied by a "slash" from the person holding the Fang Tian painting halberd. Fang Tian's painting halberd bloomed with a devastating slash that covered the entire starry sky.

The moment the yellow spring water and the fierce sword came into contact, they poured into each other like red-hot iron falling on the frozen ground.

Seeing that the hand had already been exchanged, a person slowly walked out of the road again among the immortals behind the man with the wine jug on his waist, although he walked slowly. But the momentum of the cold air gradually permeated this sea of stars, the sun and the moon stopped turning, and the years stopped flowing. The person who came was wearing a black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, but every time he took a step, it seemed to be stepping on the hearts of everyone. Even if the black-robed man didn't make a move, it made anyone standing in the sea of stars dare not move in the slightest.

"The years are gone, how can you still be alive?" Tsing Yi Lao Dao had a sense of horror in his eyes, living up to the calm of the past, as if he had seen the most unbelievable legend.

Of course, it is a legend that the person who stands on the road is a peak, the primeval era has lived to the present, walked through the ancient times, stepped through the ancient times, chased the passage of time, and lived to the present.

"I'll retreat, maybe you stop?" said the man holding Fang Tian's halberd.

The black-robed man was speechless, just walking towards the tens of millions of troops in the sea of stars like no one around, walking through the world in silence like death, and when the world saw him, it was the time when the god of death harvested. A mountain gradually appeared in this sea of stars, and the top of the mountain was covered with snow, and the snow drifted with the wind. The sharp tip pierced into the infinite depths of the sea of stars, and the sea of stars changed color for it, changing the sky and the day.

"Dugu Peak"

Li Ruoyu was shocked in his heart, this is the god of the primeval era, undefeated in his life, and he has sung to the top. "There is still a road ahead of Mo Dao, and there is a peak at the top of Dugu" has become the swan song of the ancient era. He came from the unknown and walked towards the unknown. He was so lonely that he was cut off from an era alone. Even the most glorious times of ancient times. Dugu Peak, who was also just one person, stood there like that, blocking the Tianjiao Junjie and the demon monsters in the primeval era at the end of a road that could not be seen, and the end of despair was a deeper abyss.