Yang Jian was silent.

Over the past two hundred years, he has refused many times, whether it is from the guidance of the person in front of him or from the guidance of others, he has not taken a single step.

It is just a fourth step to practice the martial arts taught by his brother, and the ever-changing realm of the human immortal.

But at this point, the martial arts seem to be gone, and he has not made any progress for a long time.

He also wants to go further, but...

‘If I follow His direction, how can I be worthy of my brother…’

Yang Jian struggled.

He was even more afraid that if he responded to the person in front of him, his father would never have a day to return.

"He no longer exists."

The middle-aged man seemed to know what Yang Jian was thinking, but just looked at him deeply:

"He is one of the thousands of gods who have been reincarnated in this calamity. When I return, he has dissipated and will never return again."

"ah!"

Yang Jian felt his heart was hot and could no longer hold it back. He wanted to rush, but he couldn't even get up.

Facing the calm eyes as calm as the sky, the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace again.

He was angry but had no choice but to vent his grief but couldn't fight back. Yang Jian felt that he seemed to be about to get into a devil, and his temples were thrust:

"One day, one day..."

"You can go down from the boundary."

The middle-aged man said just one sentence. Yang Jian couldn't help but stand up, and didn't even have time to say goodbye to anyone, and he had already fallen into the sea of ​​clouds.

Arrogant Luotian fell to the earth.

"You are so kind to him..."

Under the empty void, there seemed to be a shadow flashing by, with surprise and doubt:

"Are you really affected by your reincarnation?"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow was scared by himself, and then he felt it was impossible.

The supreme being in front of you is a true person who is in the near future. He is born without any emotions of joy and anger. He is as ruthless as the sky. How can human emotions affect it?

Not to mention, when the nine kalpas are met, the body spirits that have been divided into more than one billion. How could it be affected by one of them?

The middle-aged man said nothing, but just pressed his heart:

"Maybe, I haven't done my best..."

"This, how is this possible?"

A subconscious question was answered, and the shadow seemed to be greatly frightened, and it was violently trembling and twisted:

"Is there any difference in reincarnation? Or is it that who is planning..."

"Maybe, there are all."

The middle-aged man still had no sorrow or joy. He felt the emotions surging in his heart, which were so weak that he could easily destroy them, but he let them surge:

"Taiyi, a guest is here, and I will welcome you for a hundred years..."

"Um?"

The shadow seemed to be conscious, and he suddenly looked up, his eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space.

But I saw that a bizarre dark place, the breath of endless years rolled and surged among them.

It seemed faintly that a Bagua Dan furnace was burning, and it seemed that a Taoist sat facing away from him, gently shaking a palm-leaf fan.

"Ho?"

Called Taiyi, it was like a shadow like nothingness, and I couldn't help but feel shocked when I saw this scene.

However, this is just the beginning...

In the depths of the vain and breath of time and in some time and space, he saw a holy mountain standing tall and vast as it was...

Seeing the gathering of celebratory clouds, the indescribable god slowly emerged, as if he heard the sound of Zen, and as if he heard someone chanting the Taoist scriptures...

Even more, I heard the clanging sound of gold and iron collision.

"The Great Heavenly Lord has not yet attained enlightenment?"

Between nothingness, there seems to be a sound flowing from the end of time, as if there is supreme existence coming across the long river of time and space:

"Or, if people are outside the Tao, they do not need to achieve enlightenment?"

"Or, it's too early?"

"Not..."

The middle-aged man slowly raised his hand, and the endless years spread out like ripples.

Reality and illusion, existence and extinction...

The endless bizarre and brightness were penetrated by the palm and flattened, and the chaotic time and space were immediately corrected.

At this moment, the sky and the sea were moving, as if the cold wind was blowing.

In the void outside the boundary, Gangang's giant ship stopped slowly, and Hei Baizi and others urged their magical powers to see the appearance of the inside of the boundary.

And without waiting for the incredible scene in their hearts to be amazed.

In the world, the scenes that were originally not slow and anxious were extremely natural, but extremely violent, accelerating!

Time has been moved!

And the source of all this...

Outside a void, Di Ting suddenly turned his ears, and the divine sound echoed, and the chill in his heart was surging:

"It's not too late, it's just right!"

...

...

In the endless wilderness, there is a forest.

This ancient forest is lush, with dangerous peaks standing, and miasma is everywhere. Sometimes there are huge roars echoing, as if endless demons are lingering in it, so there are few people here.

"arrive!"

Suddenly, a cloud of clouds fell from a high place into the miasma, and a sound came from it.

"Master, you will leave me next time. Can you tell me in advance?"

In the miasma, on a barren mountain, a majestic man like a bear complained, and his voice was quite loud.

"Why?"

The old Taoist, wearing a gray Taoist robe and a shriveled face, poked his head out of the clouds, holding a compass in his hand and murmured:

"No, why is the point where the compass in the Dingyun is guided by nothing? Could it be that something has become a spirit?"

With a thought, the old Taoist hurriedly jumped off the clouds and landed on the barren mountain. He looked around and kept fiddling with the compass:

"No! I'm afraid this is still 108,000 miles away from Jilei Mountain. How could the Dingyun compass fail?"

"Master!"

The big man stepped forward and looked at it:

"You let me see?"

"You know nothing!"

The old Taoist glared at him, turned to the mountains surrounded by miasma, frowned:

"The stone fetus buried by the ancestors in the past has long been spiritual, so can it run away by itself?"

"Who is right?"

The big man muttered, looked around for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed:

"Master, you, look at your feet!"

"What?!"

The old Taoist subconsciously lowered his head and was immediately startled.

The barren mountain is surrounded by miasma and overgrown weeds. But through the weeds, you can faintly detect a purple feeling.

The colors that seem to exist and not, purple and gold kept wandering on the mountain, from weak to bright,

The vibration also ranges from subtle to violent!

"Is it a mountain that the ancestor buried in the past?!"

The old congratulatory man was overjoyed, but the big man was so scared that his hair stood up and his voice became sharp:
Chapter completed!