It's a long dream, as if it's gone through several epochs.

Zhaoming doesn't remember how long it had been since he had slept and the last time he seemed to have slept was when he was in Chigang.

An intriguing thing, sleeping is an instinctive thing to do, but as the higher the cultivation, the fewer people will do this kind of thing.

It's not that you don't need to sleep if you cultivate enough, it's just that the higher you cultivate, the more things you worry about, so that you don't have the mind to sleep at all.

When you think about it, it's a strange thing. When the cultivation is low, I think that as long as the cultivation is high, many things do not need to be done in a big way, and it will be a matter of course. But when I got to a higher level, I found that there were more and more troublesome things.

The bird didn't know the ambition of the bird, and it couldn't understand that there would be more problems in that realm.

This long dream made Zhaoming see something very strange.

He saw a man named Chen Pan, who opened the heavens and the earth, incarnated all things, and used the Yuan Shen and a thirty-six green lotus to transform into the way of heaven to protect the newly opened world.

This man who opened up the world put his own emotional deprivation on an island, and left a lot of things in the world: two Pangu statues, Lingxiao Palace, Shura City, Wuyue Peak...... Even twelve ancestral witch statues are included.

I did a lot of things, and I resurrected a few people, and those people seemed to be familiar, but they couldn't see it really.

In the end, the man named Chen Pan did an extremely strange thing, and he actually used supreme supernatural powers to divide himself into three parts.

The method of beheading three corpses on the Great Dao...... Zhaoming didn't understand why he knew about this supernatural power, but just after a glance, he already knew it in his heart.

cut off the past and became a man called the three-foot sword. Cut off the future. It is the so-called Pangu. left the deity, it was the man named Chen Pan.

The two people who were cut out were extremely weak, and only the deity retained all the remaining strength.

Chen Pan wrapped Pangu with his supernatural powers and flew towards the sun star.

At that moment, the sky suddenly fell apart. A terrifying energy broke through the cosmic firmament and slashed at this world. That is the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and it is the existence of the Dao of Heaven.

The terrifying attack came in the blink of an eye, and people didn't have time to react, and directly hit the past body called the three-foot sword. Chen Pan only had time to free up his hand to resist it slightly, and the three-foot sword fell apart, turning into countless fragments, biased in all directions.

Goodbye, that power is like a poisonous dragon dancing. As soon as Chen Pan, who had consumed most of his energy, rolled up, he flew towards the world outside the Heavenly Dao.

At that moment, Zhaoming felt that he was inexplicably integrated with Pangu, the body of the future, and kept floating towards the sun star, while watching the man named Chen Pan being swept away by the power of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

It was obviously a man who was deprived of emotion, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but Zhaoming had an indescribable telepathy, and he saw a very complicated emotion in those eyes. If I had to describe it, it could only be: anticipation.

It's as if all your hopes are pinned on yourself. The man named Chen Pan was captured by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth without regrets, and it seemed that he had expected that moment.

And with all kinds of doubts and puzzles, he flew all the way to the Sun Star and was thrown into a golden black egg.

Goodbye Dao Ancestor appeared and took the Sun Fire Spirit Fruit. Seeing the man in the black cloak coming, he pulled out his dying spirit and incorporated it into a fire-devouring demon.

Demon Garden, Wudao, Chigang, Skyline Ridge...... Tossed and turned to the desolate continent, climbed to the top of Buzhou Mountain, until he came to the end in the Eastern Palace.

This is the first time that Zhaoming has watched his life as a bystander, and he once thought that many things were right. At this moment, I realized that the tyrannical and direct way not only made me uncomfortable, but also made the situation of the demon clan step by step into a dead end.

Maybe he has the strength to be the emperor of the demon clan, but what matches it is the heart of a person who is out of control.

All of them can't feel the demeanor and strength of a truly strong person, and Zhaoming sees himself as just an arrogant and ridiculous person who has gained great power out of thin air.

thought that killing could solve a qiē, and thought that happiness and revenge were what a big husband should do, but in the end, it harmed everyone.

A qiē is regretful, and everything in front of me finally turns into chaos, blurring the whole world, until it feels the danger coming.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, in the sky-high flames, a figure slowly walked out of the ruins of the Eastern Imperial Palace.

At this moment, the people around the entire Buzhou Mountain held their breath and set their eyes on that place, as if waiting for a final result.

Until the breath of that figure was released, the faces of all the witch clans changed greatly, and Di Jun, who was all wounded, closed his eyes with a hint of a smile, and the breath dissipated instantly.

He sensed the return of his brother, and the war finally took a turn, because his brother had never let him down.

The terrifying energy entangled in his body was like a wild bite of ten thousand snakes, biting the broken body into pieces, turning into powder in the flames and thunder, and slowly disappearing.

Since the Nine-Headed Emperor millions of years ago, the second Demon Emperor has fallen. Throughout his body, he has never been bloodthirsty and killing, nor has he been arrogant. He is not as good as Juye Bai Ze, and Wu is not as good as Donghuang Taiyi, but he has done something that no one else can do: unite all the demon clans together.

Since taking over Skyrim Ridge, every day has been conscientious, painstaking, and with a piece of sincerity, all the demon clans are willing to be used by him, even the most crazy Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the most fierce Shura King.

Looking at the whole world, the Emperor of Heaven may not be as feared as the Eastern Emperor, and his reputation is not as thunderous as that of the Eastern Emperor, but no matter who knows, if you want to destroy the Heavenly Court, he is the real key.

This is the real king, the real emperor, gathering the hearts of the people of the world and turning into a wave of the times, that is the most powerful force of a race.

The emperor's soul dissipated, and the three-foot bronze sword fell, with a mysterious light, breaking through the clouds and smoke, and actually penetrated the heavenly realm and fell towards the desolate continent.

And the figure in the ruins of the East Palace finally came out of the clouds.

In the midst of his white hair, two strands of red hair fell down his temples, and what he had suffered that day had left him with a white head.

Although his appearance and temperament have changed, everyone still recognizes it at a glance as Donghuang Taiyi.

There was a person in his hand, who was the Emperor River who had rushed into the ruins of the Eastern Imperial Palace before. At this moment, its breath is almost not felt, and its life and death are unknown.

Moving forward step by step, the dreamlike qiē made Zhaoming feel a little dizzy and confused.

It's a ridiculous thing, it turns out that he is the Pangu who has been resented by him for most of his life, and he is the future body cut out by the man named Chen Pan.

Maybe the real "Pangu" should still be the man named Chen Pan, but this qiē doesn't have much meaning, and the relationship between himself and him can't be changed.

What's even more unbelievable is that when everyone thought that "Pangu" was already invincible and might one day come back to reign over the world, they didn't know that the so-called invincible powerhouse had been captured by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

I have already seen the Zhaoming of Chen Pan's life from those strange dreams, and I will never think that the Heaven and Earth Dao captured Chen Pan to chat with him or something.

Prisoner, this is the true identity of that invincible man at this moment.

That's the real sky, secretly in charge of a qiē, even "Pangu" can't be spared, who else can resist?

The various thoughts in his heart made Zhaoming in a trance for a while, and it was not until the sunlight shone into his eyes that he suddenly came back to his senses and was able to look around him.

This...... Still in a dream?

The qiē in front of him made Zhaoming suddenly a little frightened and didn't dare to face it. The flames of war burning in Buzhou Mountain were as bright and dazzling as the sun's rays.

Glare...... I actually felt the dazzling sunlight, the first time in my life, but it was so real.

There is not one demon clan army left, only Bai Ze is left among the top ten marshals, the Kunpeng Dao people are nowhere to be seen, and the figure of the eldest brother Dijun seems to be still there just now, and it has disappeared without a trace at this moment.

There was a pain in his heart, no one sued him, but he already knew that the venerable big brother was gone, and he was gone forever.

It was as if his gaze had penetrated the entire world, falling on the Flood Continent and the stone-clad hut in the Giant Wilderness.

The figure knocking on the wooden fish and bowing his head to recite the Heart Sutra is so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.

How so...... Suddenly, Zhaoming felt as if he had become the prince of Pulao, and when he woke up from a dream, the sky fell apart, and everything he had once had become a cloud of smoke, leaving him with only pain and sorrow.

The flames rising around danced with the wind, turning into a fox demon, like a grass, and like a snow flower. hugged him, full of reluctance, but uncontrollably faint dissipation.

The fierce sunlight fell, and Zhaoming couldn't help but squint his eyes again.

In this era, it is so dark that it seems that there is only despair left for people.

Zhaoming, these two words come to think about it now, maybe it is not a desire for sunshine, or it should be a desire for hope. At that moment, Ah Cao in the Demon Garden may be just like himself at this moment, hoping that all Yiqiē can go back to the past, back to the happiest time.

Looking around, his gaze swept over everyone.

There is no thunderstorm, perhaps because at this moment, a qiē in my heart has been detached from grief and anger.

And the strange calm in this gaze, coupled with the terrifying divine power after cultivating the Rin Divine Technique, made no one in the Wu clan dare to look directly at it calmly, even if it was as strong as the ancestral witch.

In the countless figures, in the smoke of war, the figure dressed in white was particularly conspicuous, which made Zhaoming's heart tremble, and it was even more sour.

Pear blossom, long time no see.

Perhaps, we should call you Houtu!(To be continued......)