What's the fear of a dead person? He sneered: "You and Liudao have long been dead, you are also a dead person! Get back to me!"

The vast power of Pangbo's years swept over, taking away the Immortal King Wuzhong and repelling him from this battlefield.

At this time, there were also people downstream who ring the bell to respond, stirring the eternal times and shocking the heavens and all worlds. The Immortal King Wuzhong looked downstream, as if he had understood something, but did not resist, but instead showed a smile, and the sound of the Bell Wuzhong in his hand rang.

Echoing the eternal years.

The joint efforts of no beginning and no end seem to be to rewrite history and turn the future around.

The Red King finally couldn't help but take action again: "A group of losers is worthy, and the long river of time is not allowed to change!"

The expressions of the immortal kings showed a hint of contempt, and the feelings were allowed to change, but we were not allowed to change. What should this guy be called in the words of the Emperor of Heaven?

Double-standard dog!

"Don't insult Xiao Hei.

A long voice came, strange and familiar, and followed by the battlefield that will be the eternal battlefield. The two sides fought to the dark sky and the earth, and it was difficult to separate. The peak showdown, crossed time and space, without fear of time washing, and achieved the true immortality.

war.

The war between the two sides made the long river of time echo. The tributary changed its route many times. The pottery jar swayed, and I don’t know which space and time he went to.

A rain of light ends.

An unwilling voice sounded: "I've been disturbed by them, can't the years really be rewritten

"No!'

A fat Taoist priest appeared, as if he had remembered something, and showed a strange smile: "How can you be sure that we are rewriting the years, not creating them.

"Good, good!

A sound of compassionate and thick voice sounded, and a bald head appeared and asked thoughtfully: "The meaning of a ignorant Taoist master is that we are not the result, but the cause, and he is the result.

"Bah... what cause and effect, I want my name to be Dade, Dade Gaodao!" The fat Taoist priest left angrily.

The long river of history rolls away, waves are rising one after another, and there are some vague shadows standing on each, all of which belong to a generation of geniuses.

Only a pottery jar is eternal, and it has been passed down to a certain node, and a mark of reincarnation appears.

A young man appeared in the clay pot. He lay peacefully, with a faint blue halo around his body. There was a touch of warmth on his cheeks, rosy lips, and his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping.

Directly above, two green lights were suspended. These two green lights were slowly blending into the boy's body, causing countless changes.

Heavenly Palace calendar: I don’t know how many years it has been.

A loud sound came from the wilderness of the universe. The infinite divine tribulation was vast. The wilderness of the universe was shattered and entered the universe. Countless galaxies became smoke and dust, and a supreme law was spreading.

Someone tried to achieve enlightenment against the will of heaven. A man with disheveled hair stepped forward, opened his hands and took action, and had an invincible heroic posture in the world.

No heavenly tribulation is his opponent, such as the true dragon and immortal phoenix, the immortal medicine, and the nine heavenly lords, they all push them all over the way.

Especially when fighting against Wuliang Heavenly Venerable, the tribulation master seemed very familiar. After defeating Wuliang Heavenly Venerable, he knocked Wuliang Heavenly Venerable to the ground.

Everyone who watched the game was stunned. Could it be that Wuliang Tianzun is the weakest among the nine heavenly lords?

"Immortal Heavenly Lord, I don't know whether it is weak or not. I know that a Fuxi Emperor is rising slowly." A quasi-emperor sighed. He was also a human being, and he could not even trigger the imperial disaster, but the Fuxi Emperor was so relaxed and free, and people were everywhere.

The gap is even bigger than that of humans and dogs.

An old ancestor of a passerby chuckled: "It's not just Emperor Fuxi. If you step over, you will almost reach the threshold of the quasi-Heaven Emperor.

"It is a Fuxi Emperor who is rising slowly.

"My fellow Taoist said this is a bad thing. There is only one heavenly emperor in the universe, and there is only one heavenly emperor in our hearts!

-The great sage of the two-winged wings said righteously: "No matter how powerful the Emperor Fuxi is, he cannot be called the Emperor of Heaven.

The passerby's ancestor praised and looked at him, "Young man, you have walked wider on the road. I see that you are not just the posture of a great saint, but just the posture of a quasi-emperor!"

However, it comes with a question. If you can't call it the Emperor of Heaven, what should it be called?

"It's better to call him the Emperor. How about Emperor Fuxi?" A quasi-emperor monk suggested

"Not appropriate." An ancient sage frowned and said, "The Emperor is the title of Immortal Emperor, how can I give it to an emperor at will?"

The void is silent. Although the Immortal Emperor lost to the Emperor of Heaven, he is still the second strongest person in the world.

Emperor Fuxi had just attained enlightenment, and no one thought he would be better than the Emperor who had lived for millions of years.

“This is simple.
Chapter completed!