In the boundless void, there is a golden bridge spanning hundreds of millions of miles. It connects the majestic stars with the small world in chaos.
Tianzun Taoist soldiers are made of Taojie gold, and the golden light illuminates the nine heavens.
Standing there, it is like a real life, breathing out the innate essence, and a steady stream of chaotic energy spills from the void, lingering on it.
A genuine imperial weapon, although not as good as the God's Origin Cauldron, was by no means inferior to the Changsheng Tianzun's Eternal Life Sword that he had seen before.
Zhou Luo stood in the void, silent for a moment, and then took a step forward, deliberately revealing a hint of supreme aura, waiting for the reaction of the golden bridge on the other side.
The aura that could destroy all realms filled the air, and the huge golden bridge was startled for a moment, and then it shined with light that shot into the sky.
On the bridge body, the ancient Taoist patterns engraved on it revived and almost came to life. The inexplicable divine law spread, and the avenue of heaven and earth seemed to be blinded in an instant.
The blazing golden light shone to the extreme, and finally the golden bridge on the other side melted into a ball of fairy light and disappeared in place.
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The road cuts through the divine land and crosses the divine way.
Today, the person responsible for guarding the Golden Bridge on the other side is a young disciple from Xian San Zhan Dao.
The man was dressed in white, handsome and had an extraordinary temperament.
He has reached this point when he is only a hundred years old, and is considered a strong contender to be the next head coach.
Otherwise, we would not have the opportunity to observe the imperial soldiers within the sect from time to time.
Although they are guards, the Dao soldiers have spirits. Although they are asleep on weekdays, who can destroy them?
He is more interested in getting closer to the imperial soldiers and feeling the laws that are from the same lineage as himself but represent the highest path and fruit of the sect.
Originally, he was sitting next to the Taoist soldiers, comprehending the supreme divine principles, listening to the immortal sounds naturally coming out of the Taoist soldiers as they stirred the avenues, and fell into a deep state of enlightenment.
Suddenly, like a star falling into the calm ocean, the Taoist soldiers shook violently, a clanking sound like a fairy sword was heard, and the chaotic energy spread uncontrollably.
When he frowned, opened his eyes, and looked outside the domain, he saw nothing between the sacred soil and Gouchen.
The man's eyes widened and he stood up in disbelief.
"when--"
"when--"
"when--"
The divine bell rang three times in a row. This was an alarm bell that would only be sounded inside the door at a critical moment of life and death. No matter how deep the inner world fell into, it would wake up.
The man made a decisive decision, abandoned the entrance to the sacred land, set up auspicious clouds, and flew towards the fairy mountain in the east.
After crossing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, countless medicinal gardens and ancient mines, we finally approached a divine peak that towered into the clouds and was surrounded by fairy clouds.
"Junior Brother Fan."
That man seemed to have a high status. Even in a special period, no one stopped him, and he stepped straight into a fairy palace on the top of the divine peak.
The forbidden area is usually heavily guarded, but today there are huge fluctuations.
"Master!"
In front, an old figure shrouded in golden light, frowning slightly, was making calculations with his fingers. He was startled when he heard this:
"...Here we come." The voice was hoarse and old.
"Mingying guarded the Taoist soldiers for neglecting their duty, please respect the punishment." The young man knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and admitted his mistake.
Hearing this, the old man shook his head:
"It's hard to calculate destiny, and it's hard to see the secrets of heaven. If our religion is destined to suffer such a disaster, how can you, a junior, be able to change it? Just get up."
Fan Mingying stood up and stood respectfully beside the old man.
"It just so happens that the headmaster has invited the elders of the saints and above from all the peaks to come and discuss things. Just stay with me."
After the words fell, the old man waved his sleeves.
Fan Mingying felt like the world was spinning and everything was strange.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a majestic and solemn palace. Enshrined above was a picture of the Heavenly Lord's Enlightenment. It was full of charm and had mysterious and mysterious fluctuations.
We have already arrived at Daofu Immortal Palace, which is countless thousands of miles away.
The power of the saint is so terrifying.
According to his perception, the people sitting around him were all elders of his master's level. Fortunately, there were also juniors like himself serving him, so he was not panicked.
"The Taoist soldiers have been lost like never before! A great disaster is imminent!" a certain elder cried sadly.
Sitting at the head of the table, Zhong You, the master of the Shinto Way with a blessed look on his face, frowned slightly when he heard this and looked at someone on the other side:
"Have you ever used secret techniques to sense it?"
"I have tried it with all the junior brothers for the first time, but it didn't work."
An immortal old man responded with his hands raised.
"However," the old Taoist seemed to hesitate a little, "the gods of the Tao soldiers have awakened, but they have not returned for some reason."
"What! The Taoist soldiers and gods can't escape even after they are revived!?"
Some people were shocked and couldn't hide their panic. They raised their heads and glanced at the headmaster:
"Could it be that Emperor..."
The person nodded, but everyone's hearts were involuntarily cast into a haze.
In today's world, those who can easily suppress a resurrected Tianzun Taoist weapon do not do what others think.
The old Taoist from before had an uncertain tone:
"But we and the Heavenly Court have always been on the same page. They built the Heavenly Palace outside the territory, and my teaching even took the initiative to avoid it..."
"Huh, it's not that simple that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers!" The speaker was a middle-aged man with a bad temper:
"Like the Kunlun tribe, who wields immortal weapons, isn't it still..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhong You shouted angrily.
The middle-aged man knew that he had made a mistake, but he was unwilling to admit it:
"When I sent the Patriarch to rule the heavens, there was no one who dared to act recklessly..."
After all, time is still ruthless, even if you are extremely glorious, you will eventually decline.
Everyone was silent.
"There are periods of decline and prosperity, there are periods of prosperity and decline, and there are periods when all things come to an end. How can our teaching be spared?"
A certain skinny old man spoke. Although he was not in a high realm and only had the level of a saint, he seemed to have a high status, sitting second only to the headmaster.
Zhong You, who was at the top of the list, sighed after hearing this:
"If this is the case, we can just move the teaching to Feixian, and the inheritance will not be cut off."
"The dignified Tianzun Daotong, why are you so panicked?"
Unfamiliar voices rang out in the hall, thundering on the ground.