"Dao Ancestor!"

The flying bear looked up at the sky, staring at the huge human face that could not be seen realistically, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

When he saw Hongjun's sweeping gaze, his crotch tightened, and he was almost scared to pee. The flying bear threw his head deep into the ground, and wanted to cry without tears in his heart. If he knew that Dao Ancestor would appear, even if he gave him a hundred gentians, he would definitely not come here.

In the Third Era of the Flood Wilderness, you can not know who you are, but you must not be unaware of the existence of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

That is the existence standing at the top of the flood wilderness, the supreme overlord of the flood wilderness!

Flying Bear thought of all kinds of legends about Hongjun, and trembled with fright, and his heart was almost broken. He couldn't figure out why Dao Ancestor had descended in this place.

The two people who followed behind the flying bear saw the performance of their totem and the terrifying scene in the sky. Although they didn't know who Dao Ancestor was, they also quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

Hongjun glanced at a few people and stopped paying attention to them. For Hongjun, a few people are not even ants in this point of cultivation, and they are really in no mood to pay attention to it. However, when Hongjun saw the torso of the willow god in the jungle, his face instantly fluctuated violently.

In the dense jungle, under the moisture of the rain from heaven, the charred torso of the willow god regained a little bit of vitality, and two young willow branches were pulled out of the bare branches. The branches are as clear as jade, and the willow leaves on them emit a hazy blue glow in the mottled jungle.

The willow god was obviously sealed in the extreme north by himself, why did there be traces of the willow god here. Hongjun stared at Liu Shen, and Gujing Wubo's state of mind was broken, setting off endless waves.

With Hongjun's understanding of Liu Shen, it is impossible to admit mistakes. This willow is definitely the torso of the willow god!

Hongjun's divine thoughts quickly swept the seal of the Far North, but found that the seal of Beiju Luzhou was still intact, and Liu Shen was still suppressed by himself!

Above the desolation, there were two willow gods!

Hongjun's heart was shaken, and he turned his gaze to Li Junhao in the sky. I saw that his eyes were closed, his face was solemn, and the heavenly eyes in the center of his eyebrows were as gorgeous as the Milky Way, sitting cross-legged on the platform.

Li Junhao's mind had already sunk into his own platform at this time, and he had no sense of Hongjun's arrival at all.

After fate fell, he poured all his residual power into Li Junhao's body, and it was precisely because of the power of fate that he was able to achieve immortal dao in a short period of time.

At this time, he had already condensed his Dao of Destiny and the Great Dao of the Five Elements into two crystalline Dao seeds. As long as the Dao species is placed on the Dao platform, you can step into the realm of earth immortals, and since then, you will be free and desolate, and your longevity will be immeasurable.

Li Junhao thought of a bright future, and couldn't help but get excited in his heart.

After stretching out two willow branches, the willow god regained some spirituality. She felt the Hongjun in the sky, her torso shook slightly, and the willow branches swayed through the void, pulling Li Junhao in the sky to her side, as if she was afraid that he would have an accident!

Liu Shen's actions completely attracted Hongjun's gaze. This kind of move is not something that ordinary relationships can make. Hongjun faintly felt that the Liu God in front of him was in an extremely wrong state, but he couldn't see what was wrong for a while.

Hongjun stared at Li Junhao, his brows gradually furrowed. In Li Junhao's body, Hongjun felt the breath of several acquaintances, including Liu Shen, Cangtian, Taishang, and even his own breath!

This kind of weird thing made Hongjun a little interested.

The face on the sky slowly receded, and Hongjun's true body directly descended into the Tang Valley!

Before Hongjun completely descended on Tanggu, there was purple qi rising hundreds of millions of miles in the sky, and there was a great road sound echoing in Tanggu. The sound of the Tao is silent, singing in the hearts of all beings, expounding the truth of heaven and earth, so that all living beings are intoxicated.

When Hongjun descended, the radius of millions of miles in the place where the willow god fell, all of them were shrouded in the gorgeous avenue gods. The gods rise to the sky, as if the colorful glow shines on the world, all creatures and creatures have given birth to spiritual wisdom, and the nearest flying bear tribe from here is a gorgeous scene.

Countless warriors trapped in bronze stepped into the silver ranks at that moment. Tribal members who had been injured for various reasons also recovered in the glow. There are also several silver warriors who have broken through to the ranks of gold!

"Dao Ancestor has arrived!" "The moment Hongjun came, Feixiong completely lost his mind.

He looked at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who was only a hundred feet away from him, although he could only see a round of immeasurable divine light like the sun, and he couldn't even see a trace of a human figure, but he still had an unprecedented sense of happiness in his heart.

He actually had the day to look at Dao Ancestor so closely, and he felt a feeling in his heart that it was enough to die at the end of the day.

And Hou Liao and Hou Feng, who were kneeling behind him, had completely lost their minds. The moment Hongjun appeared, they only felt as if they had seen the truth of the world, and their cultivation had broken through the golden boundary in a few breaths and stepped towards the realm they had once dreamed of!

Above the gold, is for the legend.

That's the legend of the tribe, it's the legend of the human race. They have a longevity, they can move mountains and seas in a moment, they only exist in the legends of the human race.

That's a realm that very few people have ever stepped in!

Hongjun didn't care about the few people behind him at all, but stared at Liu Shen in a daze, and walked towards her step by step like a mortal.

Liu Shen felt Hongjun walk in, and the wicker waved and made a sharp and terrifying sound of breaking the air.

She's warning Hongjun not to come any closer!

"What has happened to you, the Sacred Body is near destruction. The primordial spirit disappeared completely, leaving only this bit of spirituality!" Hongjun ignored Liu Shen's intimidation, staring at her for a moment, his heart full of sadness.

From a distance before, Hongjun couldn't see the strange appearance of the willow god, and he really didn't expect the willow god in front of him to be so miserable and end up in such a field.

In the current situation of the willow god, the holy position is shattered, and the primordial god is destroyed, and it is no longer a willow god. It can only be said that the remnants of the willow god gave birth to a bit of spirituality, just like an ignorant child.

But in the blink of an eye, Hongjun had already walked to a distance of fifty zhang in front of Liu Shen. Liu Shen couldn't hold back any longer, the branches broke through the air, flashing with crystal divine light, and pumped towards Hongjun.

Although she only has a little bit of spirituality left, she has never forgotten her last task - to protect Li Junhao's safety!

In the face of Liu Shen's whipping, Hongjun's face remained unchanged, and his steps calmly walked towards Li Junhao.

"Crackling. ”

Liu Shen's crazy attack, in front of Hongjun in his heyday, was like a joke. The branches broke through the air, and before they were close to Hongjun's body, they were blocked by the sun-like glow, leaving only gorgeous streamers.

Although the flying bear couldn't see the specific scene, he could vaguely see the willow branches that broke through the air, and the little streamers bursting from Hongjun's body, as well as the sound of the long whip waving. He hurriedly buried his head in the ground again, trembling violently.

What did I see, that half-dead ancient tree, actually daring to make a move on Dao Ancestor! Thinking of this, Feixiong's heart was broken, and he only felt that the world was so strange.

How dare she!

At this time, Li Junhao, who was on the platform, encountered a great trouble. When Hongjun came, although he never saw it, he never knew it. But the speed of his transformation suddenly accelerated several times.

Before he could react, it was all over. Because of this, the huge memory from Jiang Wushuang has a problem. The seal left by fate was shattered because of his achievement of the Immortal Dao, and when the turbulent memories rushed out, it instantly overwhelmed his mind!

Although he will not be overwhelmed by the huge memory, it will not be possible to break free from it in a short time.

In a few steps, Hongjun had already walked in front of Li Junhao. The branches of the willow god waved more and more frantically, and the divine light on Hongjun's body was beaten out with dazzling streamers.

Hongjun stopped two feet in front of Li Junhao, stretched out an index finger, which shimmered with star-like colors, as if it was slowly and quickly clicking on Li Junhao's eyebrows. The power of time uses Li Junhao to see through the past and the present.

At that moment, Hongjun's eyes were like stars, and too many scenes flashed.

After a long time, Hongjun withdrew his index finger, and his face was very complicated. In those eyes like a galaxy, there is a completely uncertain light, there is joy, sadness, and a little indescribable excitement!

I knew you would come back one day. But when this day really came, it felt so unreal. Hongjun stared at Li Junhao's quiet sleeping face, and his small mouth chirped twice, and his heart was very complicated.

"However, there are some things that still need to be verified. Detachment, fate, past, present, future. Hongjun picked up the sleeping Li Junhao, and the platform under him submerged into his body.

Hongjun gently touched his fleshy little face, a thunderbolt flashed in his eyes looking up at the sky, and he stepped into the long river of time one step at a time.

Yugaya Central Area.

In the center of the valley is a vast desert that stretches for thousands of miles, and there is no life in the desert, only eternal light and heat.

In the depths of the desert, there is a giant tree that reaches to the sky. From afar, the giant tree looks like a big flaming red umbrella that covers the sky. Its thick trunk resembles a majestic mountain range, carved like fiery jade under the scorching sun, and it is stunningly beautiful. The branches and leaves that are like burning flames make people can't help but look sideways.

Above the giant tree, there is a huge three-legged golden crow!

The golden crow lies horizontally, vertically and horizontally, and its body exudes golden flames, reflecting the sacred tree more and more gorgeously. When Hongjun descended on Tanggu, the entire desert vibrated slightly, and the golden crow woke up from its slumber.

"It's him. Lu Jian opened his eyes, as if two sharp swords were sharp and intimidating. He looked up at the purple qi rolling in the sky and the vast aura in the distance, and his heart was cold.

Could it be that Hongjun has discovered the secret of Tanggu and wants to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots! Lu Jian stared at the turbulent desert and the swaying Fusang trees, and his heart was full of anxiety.

Since the Lich War, all nine brothers have been killed. Under the auspices of his uncle, Donghuang Taiyi, he secretly built a life-and-death array for his nine brothers in Yugu in order to resurrect them in the future. If Hongjun really discovers the secret here, who can stop it?

"Boom!"

Just when Lu Jian was uneasy, an earth-shattering roar suddenly appeared under the Fusang tree.

The desert shook, like golden waves, setting off huge waves hundreds of feet high. Millions of miles of desert are dyed with a color as bright as gold, and endless sparks of the sun spread from the depths of the earth.

"Chirp!"

Accompanied by nine cries that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the phantom shadows of nine golden crows appeared under the Fusang tree. Their breath was weak, and their figures were hazy. (To be continued.) )