Today's taboos are lacking, but those people resolutely pursue this path without hesitation.
This road is too difficult. It is rare that even these supremely powerful people have no hope.
If there are any taboos, they are still taboos. Perhaps in the years to come, this defect can be made up.
"Just the thirty-six taboos?" The figure deep in the hall laughed. As the lord of the Immortal Court, you have disappeared for tens of millions of years, leading to the destruction of the Immortal Court. When you helped the thirty-six
I respect the taboos and come out together. But I have forgotten those who were loyal to you in the past and followed you, those who risked their lives."
"I really want to know how the two people of Donghua and Donghua can realize their destiny when the thirty-six taboo figures in the world come out and Naqu does not return. These two people have taboo figures and are the closest confidants who have followed you for the longest time. You...
This move has undoubtedly cut off their way forward. It has also cut off the way for those strong men who truly have taboos in this boundless vast universe."
The person who came in the darkness turned out to be the Immortal Lord who had disappeared for tens of millions of years. According to rumors in the world, the Immortal Lord fought with the emperor, but was ultimately defeated and was suppressed in the imperial palace.
It’s just that these are just rumors. Except for the Immortal King and Immortal Lord in the Immortal Court, it seems that some people know that they have seen the true appearance of the Immortal Lord. No one thought that tens of millions of years later, the Immortal Lord would appear again.
The place where she appeared was not in the ruins of the Immortal Courtyard, but in the imperial palace where five newly promoted Taboos sat with the two monarchs of the Nine Heavens.
Outside the palace, there was a sudden sound of wind.
A gentle breeze was blowing inward, and rows of sycamore leaves outside the palace fell lightly. The clouds in the sky moved again and again, and a round of moonlight shone into the palace. The dark space suddenly became clear.
Deep in the palace, a middle-aged man in red robe stood in front of the dragon chair, looking straight at the woman in front of him with bright eyes.
The woman was dressed in fluttering white clothes, and she was indescribably beautiful. Just standing there, the bright moon in the sky was outshone.
This is the Immortal Lord who founded the Immortal Court in the past, an invincible myth of an era.
"Qu Bugui didn't have enough understanding. Back then, I accidentally mentioned the Realm of the Principle, and he remembered it in my heart. Being able to take this step really surprised me. However, he only had a superficial understanding of it. If he wanted to really take it, he needed to
There is not enough time. Since he has chosen this path, there is no longer a place for him in the position of destiny in this world." The Immortal Master said calmly.
"What about Donghua and Wang Wuxin?" the middle-aged man in red robe spoke again.
"In the past, Wang Wuxin and I jointly composed the "Yanshi Lu". In my eyes, it is an eternal and wonderful book. His way is different from ours." The Immortal Master shook his head and spoke again: "
As for Donghua, since he has chosen his own path and a new owner, why should I go to all this trouble?"
"That's right." The man in red robe laughed.
There was silence in the palace for a while, and the man in red robe asked again: "I want to know, when you came to this era, have you met your junior sister, and is there really a turning point?"
"Back then, I saw her in the Starry Sky Renewal. Following the aura and clues she left behind, I cut through the layers of faults in the long river of time before I could come here. In the past, when the emperor let go of his worries,
That trace of evil thoughts may have already changed. But there are too many variables in the process, and I have no way of knowing whether there is really a change."
The man in red robe was silent for a long time and asked again: "I still want to know what happened at the last moment in your time." In the past, the Immortal Master cut through the long river of time and turned pages page after page of the book.
The sword slashed towards the emperor, showing all the scenes of that era. However, many key aspects were still blurred.
"I have cut off the future, and all my memories are blurred. I only vaguely remember that heaven and earth were singing a last song. Someone turned his back to all living beings, held the world with one hand, and pressed against the catastrophe that destroyed the heavens with the other hand. He taught the Tao
Pushed to the extreme, there is only a slight difference to make this real scene
The world reappears. Unfortunately, due to the emperor's actions back then, the fire in all the heavens and worlds was almost completely wiped out, leaving only a few people. As a result, my era was unable to bring about the prosperity of the world. If not for this... how could it be defeated."
The Immortal Master's face was covered with frost and he sighed.
When the man in red robe heard the words, his pupils shrank sharply. After nine great generations, in each era, many taboos stood up and resisted vigorously, and even all nine days came together, but they were still completely defeated. Even in Master's era, they only borrowed the Taichu General
It was severely damaged, but its ending was death. After countless years, will such an amazing person really appear in the world?
"That person, at the last moment, was half-detached." The Immortal Lord shook his head and laughed at himself: "You two call me the invincible of an era, but in fact, how can I be invincible? If I am invincible, then
The person who died in the battle at the last moment was not that person, but me."
The only sound left in the palace was the rapid breathing of the man in red robes. This news was too shocking. It turned out that there is really a way to transcend destiny. The two brothers have been pursuing this supreme realm for countless years.
A little thought.
"The world of the future is really wonderful. But I don't know if I can see it with my own eyes." The man in red robe sighed.
The Immortal Master shook his head and continued: "There is no aura of the Emperor in the Imperial Palace. Where did he go?"
Back then, the Immortal Master fought with the Emperor. Both of them were seriously injured. After the battle, both sides retreated. For tens of millions of years, Lord Yan Tian was still in control. However, he still claimed to be the Emperor to the outside world. After all, in this world, apart from himself and
Immortal Lord, no one has seen the true face of the emperor.
It is he who has been secretly manipulating and controlling the wars for tens of millions of years, leading to the defeat of Xianting again and again. As Donghua and others said, there seems to be a pair of eyes above the world, watching everything.
Yan Tianjun is proficient in the art of calculation, even the emperor is far behind. A god of destiny, in charge of the overall situation, how can the four major forces not surrender? How can the Immortal Court be invincible?
"The emperor came out of seclusion 20 million years ago and went to the immortal world."
"I roughly know the purpose of his trip." The Immortal Master nodded.
"Then Mr. Yan Tian, you know that there are many taboos in this world, why did you let the five powerful men in the sky realm in the imperial palace realize the taboos when the Dao intention in the vast world is weak?" the Immortal Master asked in return.
Yan Tianjun looked at the snow-white clothes, smiled faintly, and said: "I have been fond of arithmetic since I was a child. Countless years have passed, and I have achieved a little success. I dare to claim to be the best here. In your time, there were countless years apart, and I am afraid that there are many years between us.
There have been many variables and countless obstacles. But now that you are standing here, I have some insight."
"Oh? Then you won't tell the emperor about this?" The Immortal Master raised his brows slightly and said.
Yan Tianjun smiled and said: "Although the emperor and I are from the same school, we have already parted ways. I took charge of the imperial palace for him because of our past friendship. As for what will happen in the future, why do you think I should care about it?" ?”
The Immortal Master also smiled and said: "I like talking to you very much. Between smart people, there is no need to say anything." The Immortal Master spoke, turned and left, and the purpose of coming to the Imperial Palace had been achieved in his words.
"Half-step of detachment..." Yan Tianjun looked at the back of the woman in white and murmured. He didn't know what he was thinking in his eyes.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning split the night sky, and there was a sound of wind, blowing the sycamore leaves all over the ground. The leaves seemed to have turned into butterflies and flew into the temple.
This thunder came towards the palace. Yan Tianjun stretched out his hand to explore, and found an object wrapped in thunder spread out in his palm.
"Nine divine lands, thunder."
The nine sacred soils. Qian represents the sky, Kun represents the earth, Kan represents water, Li represents fire, Zhen represents thunder, Gen represents mountain, Xun represents wind, and Dui represents lake. Above them is Wu.
"In the past, we searched for Qiankun Kanli Zhengen Xundui among the nine sacred soils. But the only thing missing was Wutu. This Wutu is the origin of heaven and earth, but we have never found it in the nine great worlds. .In the past, Lord Xuantian sacrificed thirty-six taboos within his body, but he was still completely defeated in that battle."
"Is this Taichu the key to transcendence... Perhaps, by finding Wu Tu and gathering the nine divine soils, one can transcend. The person in the future may have gone further than the master, but being able to take that step is also because of Taichu .”
When the Immortal Master took action to snatch the last piece of the Eight Divine Soils from the Emperor, he obviously knew about Taichu.
"This formation can attract Wu Tu, the last of the nine divine soils."
Suddenly, a voice appeared in Yan Tianjun's ears.
This is the voice of the Immortal Lord, transmitted from tens of millions of light years away.
Yan Tianjun lowered his head, and the light in his palm gradually dissipated, revealing a piece of dim, but seemingly encompassing earth, and a jade talisman on the side.
….
In the Mochen Realm, the former glory is no longer there. The Immortal Palace was blasted through in the battles in the past, and the originally magnificent palace is now in dilapidated condition.
In the Fairy Garden, there is a temple that is secluded and surrounded by tens of thousands of tombstones. It looks very impressive at night.
There was a man with a pale face, sitting cross-legged in the temple. The fireworks on the fire continued to sway through the paper window with the wind, making the evil face flicker.
Suddenly, the man seemed to notice something and picked up the black sword that was stuck on the ground. He stood up and took a deep breath.
The man looked out the door, motionless. He seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive.
Suddenly, a ray of light suddenly rose, coming from outside the door.
The night was suddenly broken, broken by light. Broken by the sound of footsteps.
A pair of black boots walked slowly on the ground covered with red leaves, crushing the leaves and making a crunching sound.
The Demon Lord walked out of the temple and stepped on the path covered with red leaves.
The night was already dark, and although there was a glimmer of light in front of him, it was still difficult for the Demon Lord to see clearly in front of him. The night wind blew in, and it was extremely cold in the autumn season, making him tremble slightly.
The man raised his head, looked at the colorless night, and asked in a decadent and feeble voice: "What kind of night is it?"
No one answered. Only the man's slight breathing accompanied him.
"It's been such a long night...so..."
“How geometric is the road?
A sad, lonely and rich atmosphere gently blew away with the first ray of wind.