“They are God’s people, and they don’t know their strength yet. Fu Xuan was worried about the heart of Tao Tianjun and was speechless.

He unconsciously casts his years.

It was only soon that he stayed, and the whole person was stupid.

There was a woman beside him, beautiful, like a fairy of the moon.

"Forty thousand years, you've survived."Shi Yun's eyes also have water mist, she can't have a baby, or she shouldn't have children, and the most important thing in life is Fu Xuan, which is Tao Tianjun.

She treated God as her own child.

Now you can see his face, Shi Yun is happy and happy.

Deeply embrace the sky.

Two tears fell and could no longer be stopped.

"You've lived 50,000 years."Fu Xuan's view is crazy.

50,000 years.

Is this special or a person?

“Have you also grown up alive?”“Do you want to live three?”

After learning the survival time of Tao Tianjun, and after seeing that he was indeed a living person, Fu Xuan finally thought about other problems.

"I have only lived a lifetime."Dao Tianjun shook his head, "As for whether it is an immortal body, you don't know."

Smell the words.

Fu Xuan's eyes were blindfolded.

Fu Xuan kept looking at Dao Tianjun, "Did I look away at the beginning, and now I look away, you are not a person, belong to the king's eight?" 」

He was really surprised.

50,000 years, are you a ghost?

Shi Yun was also surprised that Tao Tianjun only lived a lifetime.

She didn’t think the same way about Fu Xuan.

"You may be able to get to the end of the road."Stone said such a word.

on this day.

He spoke with the clouds and Fu Xuan for a long time.

Today, they woke up but accidentally opened their eyes to sleep, and eventually they still had to go to sleep and cultivate until the big thing.

"You're going to live well, no group of people is okay, the next time I wake up, you're going to live."

After that, he fell asleep.

The cloud said something similar.

“I will.”He whispered, and he closed the door of the attic.

Looking at the sky, standing in the courtyard, he stood for a long time, with a wind blowing.

No one in the place exists.

The river is flowing for a long time, and it is more beautiful for generations.

The creatures of the wasteland do not know how many generations have changed, but the only emperor who has not changed is the immortal mountain that has survived.

This is what the dead people know.

Because, whenever a new generation is born, the emperor will cultivate a group of people.

He is cultivating and groping his own path.

One way, different people's cultivation will have different changes, Tao Tianjun is using this reference, who said that mortals must be bad.

Human beings are the most fundamental beings, and they are the people who have created the whole world.

Some people may be born at the highest point.

However, they are not necessarily ordinary people strong and cannot be based on it.

At this time, Tao Tianjun was teaching people in every era, and he did not avoid the world, nor did he live in seclusion, but taught in the wasteland.

That's why.

The things that are long-lasting in the heavens are known to the creatures of the wasteland.

“Did you say that your father could live out the second?”

There are people who ask their peers in this way.

It was just that he got the answer.

"It takes Daozu to live long enough to know, the first time, you know how long Daozu can live."

Smell the words.

The language of the wasteland.

“Forest with the world.”

I don't know when the creatures of the wasteland associate the word with the Taotian Jun.

Another 30,000 years have passed.

Dao Tianjun is already 90,000 years old, the breath has a long history, and he does not know when his blood will be defeated.

"Similar flowers, Daozu what is a similar flower, there really is reincarnation, there will be the same people."

A naive creature of the wasteland inquired about the heavens.

Hear this question.

The calm color of the eyes of the eyes of the Daotian has a wave.

He was lost in thought.

This question he thought, is now mentioned, because this little creature heard about the fairy, a legend that the holder brought into the fairyland can awaken the past life and this life.

In the face of this problem, the sky sounded Ye Fan.

If you did not intervene and do something, Qin Yao and Qin Yao would die.

And the peace of mind is dead.

Ye Fan may be waiting now, waiting for someone.

At the same time, Dao Tianjun thought of a small dream.

Similar flowers exist, Ye Fan is a manifestation, and his disciples flowers, Ye Fan and the brother of the hard man are similar words, flowers are similar to a Buddha, they are very similar, but they are not sure whether it is the same person.

“Death is a new beginning.”God thought about this issue.

Should you go to the outside world and wait for the little dream of a similar flower?

Ask yourself yourself.

He shook his head quickly, and his eyes were firm.

"There will be no similar flowers, only the same person, he is he, there will be no similarity, reincarnation, even if it exists, in my opinion is just a concept of rules, all thin paper tidbits."

He didn’t believe in flowers like that.

Because, if there is, Tao Tianjun only believes in the life of the people he knows.

Even if you live like it, you can do it.

That's another person.

"Little dream alone."

The sky looked at the void, as if to look at the long river of time.

on this day.

The immortal mountain has a vast fairy gas, and the sky is doubled, shocking and terrifying.

He created a glorious life by his own strength.

The giants of the wasteland are all the emperor, powerful and unstoppable, and shake the ancient history.

The path is still spreading.

Dao Tianjun is still in the throne, and he is more and more unfathomable, as if it is a cosmic source, and it is a boundary.

Between the feet, the sky resonates with the sky, between the dances, the thunder is great.

Stretch out your hand.

There are thunderstorms in the wasteland, which makes countless creatures trembling, thinking that there is a witness.

Only at last they found out.

All this is just Taozu, he opened his five fingers, and the thunder of his hand is rushing, as if someone is witnessing, chaos surging.

For a moment, the wasteland boiled.

In those years, the heavens were still preaching.

He raised a great man.

It was a child of the Aquatic people, the descendants of the water, and did not know how many generations of great-grandchildren.

100,000 years have passed since that period.

The emperor of the aquarium had been in power for 10,000 years, and he could have lived longer, but he chose to take that path, and he resolutely did not hesitate.

“Dozhu, how long is your life, and how long can you live?”

Before leaving, the emperor was asked.

Just after asking about that word.

The emperor himself interrupted himself, he had a smile on his face, and looked at his eyes with respect, "I am glad that you can live so long, it is good."

That’s true, he didn’t want to know, just that it was good.

There are ancestors who exist, and the wasteland is very lucky.

At the same time, it is good because he can let his honorable ancestors witness his growth with his own eyes, without watching the most respectable people die to make him sad, but watching him become the peak and send him to that road.

“I am leaving.”The great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great

Then he left.

The wasteland was in pain, and another emperor left.

This is the most painful time in the wasteland since the ages, but their hearts look more and more respectable to the undead mountains.

In those 100,000 years.

A new emperor was born, like the day.

This person is not someone else, and the man who has a "hing" with Dao Tianjun, the uncle who lacks the truth, the great saint of Kun Zeus.

He didn’t really die, he just was sealed.

As the same Tianjun thought, the lack of people, Xia Jiuyu and others, these people are in the wrong life, otherwise they will inevitably become gods, and it is the era that restricts them.

At that time, he was fighting with the Holy Emperor, and only lost a trick to him.

The fighting power of the Holy Emperor is a historical history, the emperor and the emperor are very high in the ranking, and the fighting of the Holy Emperor is called by his ethnic group, and it is also a manifestation of the strong fighting of the Holy Emperor.

People in the wasteland once thought that the lack of truth would find the door.

But no one thought that he had not, in the eight thousand years of the world sat down, these years, he entered the heaven, legend and Ye Tiandi have been the argument.

The second was only eight thousand years short.

For all of this.

He knew, but he never had any movement, never had the idea of being born.

Another 10,000 years have passed.

The undead mountain plate sat on the road that had not moved for hundreds of thousands of years and stood up.

His eyes gleamed and he looked at Fu Xuan's small courtyard.

On this day, he went to Fu Xuan's small courtyard and took another day, during which Fu Xuan was exclaiming and whispering, more soft words.

Just don't know why.

The creatures of the wasteland felt a kind of depression, and their hearts rose to loss, and fear.

“Why is that?”

Many people do not understand.

Dao Zu has a movement, why do they feel this way?

Is the tward fall?Many of the creatures gathered near the courtyard where Fu Xuan was located.

A powerful creature came, the emperor and the great saint all came, the fierce beasts of the suppressed mountains trembled, and they stood quietly on the earth.

Until three days passed.

God came out of that land.

The slenderness is upright, the immortality of the immortality, causing the remnant of this world to bow down.

“I’ve seen Dao Zu.”

“I’m leaving.”God’s eyes are wide open, and he says such a word.

A lot of people are trembling.

They finally understood why they were panicking, and it was the Daozu who was leaving.

Some people can't understand what it means to leave, think it is death, only some people, people at the level of the emperor can understand, that means, is to go that way.

Daozu, lived for twenty thousand years, he finally had to go that way, and his road went to great perfection.

"I have something to do before that."

Finish that word.

Dao Tianjun went to the heart of the wasteland, tore apart the barriers of the world, and left the wasteland.

He wants to meet someone.

My own brother, Ye Fan...

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If I say that this is finished here, whether I will be killed, (the skin is happy) is not finished,