The matter is very serious, there is only a thousand years, no matter when the catastrophe comes, but within a thousand years, there must be a peerless figure, and then the invincible immortal demons who have recovered to their peak can be suppressed.

A thousand years seems like a long time, but this time is too short for a cultivator.

Stepping on the road of immortals for thousands of years and entering the emperor's road, this is crazy, who can do it throughout the ages?

The Buddha is amazing in ancient and modern times, and it is said that he has been constantly reincarnated, and he has been an immortal Buddha for many lifetimes, and finally accumulated a lot of hair before he had an epiphany under the Bodhi tree for seven days, and achieved immortal Dao fruit, which is immortal for eternity.

It can be seen how difficult the emperor's position is.

Although the Immortal Dao Fruit Rank is one line worse than the Emperor Dao, the difficulty is not necessarily much smaller.

The figure in the misty fairy light was even more blurred, it was completely invisible, everyone couldn't see his traces, and the one was about to leave.

A wave of sadness welled up in their hearts, and people felt that their noses were sour and their hearts were mixed.

"This seat has done its best, someone must step out of an immortal road in a thousand years, become an immortal, become an emperor, it's all up to you, goodbye!"

The misty fairy light also became more hazy, and the one was about to leave, but his voice was not sad, there was no reluctance, and there was no fear.

His voice was still so quiet and peaceful, sacred and ethereal, like an interpretation of the fairy way, dustless and unblemished.

This is a real immortal, with supreme fruit, and great merit.

Pure immortals!

Some people say that goodbye often means not seeing each other again, which means saying goodbye.

Is that really the case?

Wang Dao's emotions at the moment were extremely complicated, and he suddenly had a thought, is a living being really dead after it dies?

But is this indirect proof that this previous life was gone eons ago, but now that he has reappeared in a different form?

In fact, he has thought about this problem more than once, but it is destined to have no result, which is something that he can't figure out. If he can figure it out, I'm afraid he will be able to do what the owner of the tomb didn't do at the beginning, and he will completely understand the mystery of immortality.

What will be the end of death, will things be reborn instead?

This idea is ridiculous, but Wang Dao thinks it is necessary to think about it seriously.

"Are you really dead?"

Looking at the peerless true immortal who was about to leave, Wang Dao blurted out and said to the messenger. After finishing speaking, he himself was stunned, not knowing why he asked this sentence. Moreover, the words are so disrespectful and abrupt.

That person's body was already transparent, and it was not visible to the naked eye at all, but Wang Dao suddenly saw it, and in a trance he saw the corners of that person's mouth twitching, smiling at him.

The smile was both familiar and unfamiliar. When he was picking up the Holy Lotus of Harmony beside him, he had seen a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, which was similar to the scene in front of him, but different.

At the moment, he smiled gently, ethereal and sacred, and he gave people a beautiful feeling even though he was a man.

Could it be that because of the birth of the immortal demon, some kind of imprint in his body suddenly awakened, suppressing a trace of strange spiritual consciousness that was originally born from hundreds of millions of years?" Wang Dao guessed in his heart.

"What if you live, what if you die, it's all a dream!" The ethereal voice sounded in Wang Dao's heart, and the others did not hear it.

It's all a dream?

Wang Dao muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly.

There are many kinds of dreams, and in layman's terms, there are two types: good dreams and nightmares. But there are many differences between these two: there are happy dreams, there are worrying dreams, there are dreams that make people feel uneasy or regretful, and even worse, there are dreams that make people lost.

Dreams sound like a very beautiful word, so since you want to dream, you naturally have to have a good dream, a beautiful dream!

What is a good dream?

A good dream is a dream that pleases people's hearts.

Wang Dao knows that this sentence of this person is definitely not like those who give up on themselves: 'Life is a dream, how can you live not live'?

He just muttered and repeated the other person's words, but caught nothing.

Life and death, is it a dream?

The words of the peerless true immortal were obscure, and Wang Dao did not force it, but secretly remembered it in his heart, and asked again: "How to wake up?"

The true immortal smiled silently, and his smile was so sacred and gentle in the brilliant fairy light.

"Senior!" Wang Dao exclaimed.

"Goodbye......"

A little fairy rain floated in the air, and the feathered fairy light was brilliant, but there was no trace of that one anymore, he ...... Let's go.

Life is a life, grass and trees are spring. When the vegetation is revived, people ...... When will the recovery come?

Will there be a chance?

Everyone looked at the brilliant light dancing in amazement, and it quickly dissipated, but people didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Alas!

After a long time, the old guys of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms sighed and turned to leave, without saying anything to Wang Dao and the other younger generations.

The others didn't react, and this scene made Xiaoxue depressed for a long time in the future, because he once thought about settling accounts with these old guys, but he was exaggerated by the sadness of the true immortals leaving, and forgot about it for a while.

The old guys are here at once, and the younger generation is left.

After a long time, someone relieved himself and offered to go deep into the depths to observe the ancient dojo of the mythological era. Although they knew that there should be nothing left there, and the Dao marks of those old guys had already dissipated when they fought against the immortals and demons, everyone still wanted to take a look.

The royal road is no exception, it is an ancient dojo from the age of mythology, even if there is nothing to see, it is worth taking a look.

"Wait!" someone paused, his eyes widening.

"Who are you, when did you come in?" said the man, turning and looking coldly at Wang Dao.

The atmosphere froze all of a sudden, and many people only noticed that these faces were very unfamiliar and had never seen each other, when did they arrive, and how did they get in?

Everyone's faces sank, and they looked at Wang Dao coldly, their expressions were very unkind, only the Immortal Clan's Heavenly Maiden Narcissus was still as usual, her face was cold.

The five protectors of the Divine Monarch turned pale, they guessed something, and they took a step one after another, aggressive. Yun Tian also thought of something, and also took a step,-for-tat.

"Yuntian, what do you bastard want to do, rebel?" At this moment, a very discordant voice fell silent, and the golden lion spoke.

"Big ...... Big brother?" Yun Tian was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed the golden lion, and his jaw almost fell.

Because at this time, the golden lion is in the state of the body, with golden hair folded and shining, and a child carved in pink and jade on his back.

This scene was so strange in his eyes, he couldn't know what kind of temperament the golden lion was, how could he let a child ride on his back when he was arrogant?

The golden lion snorted coldly, full of anger.

"Big brother, you ...... Why are you here?" Yun Tian said in astonishment, his face changing.

"You bastard, dare to take advantage of this king?" the golden lion roared, his golden hair stood on end, and his blood swept wildly, roaring again and again.

"Big brother, don't get me wrong, listen to my explanation......" Yun Tian's face changed continuously, and he said a little hesitantly, looking very uncomfortable.

Roar!

"Explain your uncle!" The golden lion roared angrily, burst into foul language, and took off directly, carrying Xiaoxue with one paw and slapping down.

The golden lion is known for his prestige, and even many of the kings present are also afraid, seeing him powerful at this moment, they have retreated, this is a matter between Yuntian and him, and he and others don't want to get involved.

As a result, the scene became a little chaotic, breaking the previous-for-tat confrontation between everyone and the king.

Yuntian is an out-and-out hypocrite, and he still wants to hide something with rhetoric, saying as he retreats.

The golden lion was even more angry, and the golden blood qi soared into the air, and the battle intent was terrifying. And Xiaoxue rode on him, shouting vigorously to knock Yuntian down, the little guy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and a bright red arrow like blood had appeared in his little hand.

This world had long since been destroyed in the True Immortal War, turning into a sea of chaos surging, and there was a boundless void under his feet.

The golden lion is mighty, fighting with Yuntian in the void, fighting from the south to the north, and from the north to the east.

Everyone ignored the matter of the golden lion and the clouds, and began to target the royal road again.

"Who are you and how did you get in?" asked a young man.

"What have you all got here? The other asked, even more domineering.

Narcissus stood in front of Wang Dao and did not speak. But Luo Song was so frightened that his legs were trembling at the moment, and he was almost about to go limp, and he cowered and hid behind Wang Dao.

The five protectors of the Divine Monarch did not speak, but they were already pressed forward, their expressions were cold, and their killing intent burst out. Together, they also targeted the Celestial Maiden Narcissus of the Immortal Clan.

Wang Dao looked at it calmly and said, "Why, if you can come, I can't?"

Immediately someone scoffed: "What are you?"

The person who spoke was a descendant of the Golden Thread Emperor Snake clan, his eyes were as cold as frost and snow, his breath was powerful, and he gave people a sense of oppression.

"Everyone is looking for opportunities, there is no owner here, is there still a stipulation that you have to talk about your identity when you come in?" Wang Dao said.

"Are you talking to this king? are you qualified?" the preacher of the Golden Thread Emperor Snake clan spoke in a compelling tone, very arrogant and domineering.

As he spoke, he took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Wang Dao, raised his palm to Wang Dao's forehead and suppressed it.

The people of the Golden Thread Emperor Snake clan are high, their blood is noble, they have always been arrogant, and there is no one in their eyes. At this moment, seeing Wang Dao facing the kings from beginning to end with an indifferent posture, he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

This person was so arrogant that he dared to speak to himself in the tone of his peers, and he even had a faint and detached posture to face himself, which made him unbearable. Usually weak human beings, who don't want to take a detour and tremble when they see themselves?

The palms of the heirs of the Golden Thread Emperor Snake Clan glowed, whining and roaring, making a clanging sound like gold and iron. The palms of those hands were really not like flesh, and the faint golden light was as solid as immortal divine gold.

Wang Dao was calm and indifferent, and at the moment when his palm was about to hit his forehead, a black and white light suddenly rose from the divine body, yin and yang blended, intertwined into a Taiji diagram, and the palm of the hand was shaken back at once.

The descendant of the Golden Thread Imperial Snake Clan stepped back a few steps, his eyes full of horror.