That black crack, what else could it be if it wasn't a long river of time?
Dao Sheng slowly lowered his sleeves, looked around, and found that no one was paying attention to his barrier, then he said: "So, I told you not to touch it."
"My injury lasted only ten and a half months, so there is no guarantee that it will be cured."
As soon as these words came out, the two saints Chen and Qin, who were originally worried about Taoist saints, could only suppress the anger in their hearts.
Sometimes they really don't know whether this Taoist sage said it unintentionally or deliberately made them angry.
Ten days and a half month?
That long river of time has the power to hurt the saint's path.
Dao Sheng actually acted so unconcerned?
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business."
"Although we cannot tear apart the river of time, I can stay in the river of time longer than you. After all, I have developed resistance."
As the Taoist Saint spoke, he raised his arm, and the two of them hurriedly waved their hands to indicate that they understood.
In order to protect their own path to sainthood, almost no one is willing to stay in the long river of time.
After all, no one is treated like a "father of heaven" like Dao Sage.
"So, I need your help now. Go find out what's going on."
The Taoist Saint looked at the Chen family saint and stretched out his hand: "Give me a copy of your blood. He calls you dad. As an uncle, I have to see what kind of trouble my nephew is in. Do you think so?"
The saint of the Chen family was not angry, nor did he directly take out his own blood. Instead, he was meditating on how to make a decision in this matter.
The blood of a saint is very special!
If someone with a heart gets it, it will cause a lot of trouble.
The Taoist Sage didn't care at all about the Chen family's indecisiveness, but stretched out his other hand and looked at the Qin family's saint: "If you want to track the power just now, you must have a share of your spiritual power."
When the saint of the Qin family was struggling, a drop of blood beside him slowly fell on the palm of the Tao saint's hand.
Although it was just a drop of blood, the faint golden color emerging on it showed that this thing was unusual.
Seeing this, the saint of the Qin family had no choice but to separate a ray of his spiritual power.
After Tao Sheng put away the things, he stood up and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I'm going to play. You guys listen slowly."
As he spoke, Tao Sheng's body disappeared, leaving only a shadow in front of the two of them.
The corners of the Qin family's saint's mouth twitched and he asked in a low voice: "I regret it now... Why do I feel so unreliable?"
The sage of the Chen family also had a bitter look on his face: "It's unreliable and there's nothing we can do about it. Everyone has already left."
"Unless you want to go into the long river of time to catch up."
The saint of the Qin family held his forehead and sighed. He didn't dare to pursue it. He still knew which one was more important, the saint's way or a ray of spiritual power.
...
In Tianqin Territory, Suzaku and others were anxiously waiting in front of the calligraphy and painting.
A phantom appeared quietly and silently among everyone.
It is that saint.
The Taoist Saint looked at the ancient paintings that everyone around him was staring at and laughed loudly: "This old man, why did he paint himself so handsome!"
The people around seemed as if they couldn't hear the sound, but when the Taoist Saint entered the scroll, Suzaku and others hurriedly looked around.
But nothing was found.
Chen Yang, who had come out of the River of Time, took a deep breath. Just when he was about to ask about the saint of the Chen family, a child suddenly appeared in front of the saint of the Qin family.
