The crisp ba-chilling rang out in the palace.

It sounds so crisp, but if such a sound is known, only panic, there is no other god.

There is no taboo to be slapped.

Unthinkable things.

The body's face was cold to the extreme, he had no words, only cold eyes to heaven.

"You can beat a few more slaps until you get out of breath."Diane spoke again.

“Dirth.”

The corpse looked up at Dihong's face like a thousand-year-old ice.

He knows that he is subject to people and cannot break free, so he does not intend to do useless things, but he does not act, does not mean that he is not angry.

Now Dihong's approach is undoubtedly in the face again.

“I have said that my people cannot be bullied, no matter who they are.”Dihong's eyes to the corpse, his eyes are cold, and the yellow robe is like the supreme of the heavens, which is exactly like the previous attitude.

Overbearing and strong.

This is the real Dihong, even if it will die, it is still ancient and modern, and the war power is unique.

At the same time, there is no taboo glare.

“The people who are jealous of heaven, glory and glory.”The two of them were whispering, and he stared calmly.

At the same moment.

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

The applause of the temple was ringing, and the sky was silent and slapped again.

He knows that this slap represents not only his own, but also represents the wasteland, which is unfishable, and the wasteland cannot be humiliated.

Dihong's death, but his Wei is still there, and he can still shelter the ethnic group.

Look at this scene.

Even if it is forbidden, it is movement.

This kind of power is shocking, how can there be no taboo, how can it be slapped.

After a series of slaps, Dao Tianjun withdrew his hand.

His figure also returned to his original state at the next moment, not belonging to this ancient history.

In the faint way, Tao Tianjun felt that he had a huge cause-effect entanglement, vast and terrible, like the cause and effect of sentient beings.

Then Di. Hung left with Dao Tianjun.

He did not prevent the five non-taboo beings from competing for what he left behind, as he said, would not shoot, and with the departure of Dihong's, the earth palace burst out of terrible brilliance.

The terrible taboo magic, tearing the dwarves, everything is broken, and the gods are moving.

What will happen to the earth palace, the tomb of Dihong's family no longer seems to matter.

What happened after that.

Dihong did not want to know, in the years of the long river.

He was very, smiling, gentle and kind.

"I can see you, I see hope, have we succeeded?"Di Hong's gaze at the sky, there is a kind of relief, a soft, and the previous overbearing of the heavens is different.

Listen to this, God is confused.

He did not ask.

If the ancestors of the wasteland wanted to tell him, they would naturally tell, and if not, then it would be useless to ask.

This is the tradition of his community.

Elders have been shielding future generations from the wind and rain, and their tall bodies have always stood in the forefront, not letting all darkness encroach on the people, without asking for any return, as long as they can see the growth of the people, it is the greatest reward.

"Guzu, you really want..." Dao Tianjun looked at Dihong's family, his face worried.

He could not imagine that the ancestors of the wasteland were the ones who were going to die.

Obviously, such a powerful, even no taboo can be suppressed, but in the end it will die, what kind of accident will lead to the death of Dihong.

“Death is just a form.”Dihong's he looked at Dao Tianjun, "I died in form, but my heart did not die, the people still remember me."

He said with a relief from his eyes, "The people remember me, I have not died, I will always be with you again, you come from the future, I see the future, the people are still alive, these are enough."

The sound is calm, there is a satisfaction.

As he said, the people are still alive and still glorious in the distant future, if the essence of the said is a pursuit and satisfaction, what can be more satisfying?

The people of the future are still alive, they have the same blood, and the progress of the road is equivalent to the Dihong's progress.

How dead, his way is still moving forward, the future will wait for him to walk the road, glorious and eternal.

This is the true meaning of the path after the death of Dihong's mouth.

One time.

The heart trembled.

Dihong's years are for the excellence of the road, not because they want to be famous after their death, but want to learn from, his true meaning is the people, is to take this opportunity to witness for the people, to witness that a road.

In an instant, the tip of the nose was sour.

Even if the ancients are going to die, they are in the heart of the ethnic group, they are the eyes of the people, witness for the ethnic groups in the years, explore the past and the future, and whether there is a way to go.

Is he here now for him?

Dao Tianjun thought of himself because Dihong's and the five non-taboo arguments and refined, want to speak, but the words stuck in the throat, can not be issued.

“The endless future, and the people are there, and we are still going on, and the glory is still there.”

Dihong's eyes became hazy, looking into the distance, as if watching the ancient years, the face has a kind of loss, can not see the growth of the people, there is a sigh, they can not be able to block the wind and rain for the people.

He fought all his life, not for killing, not for himself, for the years, the ancients, the original heart for the protection, until he stood on the top, the world saw an insurmountable mountain.

In addition to the wasteland, how many people know what he did for what?

Strong or eternal.

None of this is, he just wants to go further and further with his people, and always for eternity.

“Guru, are you going?”God’s heart trembled.

Dihong's, the years of the ancient yoyo, called invincible, the posture is slowly blurred.

The only thing that remains unchanged is his smile.

The trolling...

Dao Tianjun saw the back of the ancients, uplifting the shore, the footsteps from near and far, turned the face without the domineering and strong, only a smile, that is a kind of relief, a kind of kindness, but also a brilliant smile.

He is going to the future.

The figure of the great shore disappeared, it seems that in the near future, he is still witnessing for the people, every time there is a figure of the people, he is witnessing, Tao in the people's body has been continued, tireless.

Maybe one day, Diane will disappear.

In the next day.

His tone was gone, and he had been in the river for years, and he had witnessed a stronger man who had blocked the pace of progress.

Everything can't be known.

In the long old years.

The rains in the sky, the mourning, the sentient beings are weeping, they tear their hearts and lungs, wearing white clothes.

“The fall of Dihong.”

There was a sigh in the years, and those years were called Dihong...

...

The consciousness of the sky is also gradually disappearing at the same time.

He looked at the back of his distant ancestors and fell asleep in the past.

In this way, the sky was silent, and the body lay in the depths of the long black blood, feeling the dark way.

This is the blood of the strong, the death of countless people, with the way of countless people, the rules are mixed, incalculable feelings are pouring in, making the world more and more powerful.

At the same time.

The source of the black blood, the drop of black blood, has a light flowing out.

A ray of light appeared quietly, and even the dark taboo of the black blood world did not notice, it flowed out in the direction of black blood flowing.

It is integrated into the black blood world at the bottom of the precipitation of the Taotian body.

A kind of godless spirit is integrated into the mind of the sky.

Creation of creation.

In the creation of nothingness, from nothing to nothing, creation, a drop of blood to evolve everything, a glimmer of divine mind to expand the evolution of the ancient spirit, but the ancient time, the five lines of heaven and earth, the four like gossip, the endless road is under control.

This is a fading law.

Even those who create cannot perfect it.

Tao Tianjun was the first to get such a magic, the previous five magics without exception are perfect, only this is incomplete, it seems that there is no time to perfect, in the middle of the death.

Time flies, time flies like arrows.

Unconsciously, tens of thousands of years is the past, Tao Tianjun has no memory, he is sleeping.

The way to wake up, and soon went to sleep again.

He has an epiphany, feels all things hurts, all beings are sick, darkness is enveloping the world, and the black blood is roaring and sad.

Sleeping, the black world is flowing with blood, the only main hue.

The ground.

His path has made great progress.

A kind of understanding, the origin of heaven and earth God, the road symbol emerges, the road is three thousand, can also be divided into fifty.

His heart and soul are moving.

The darkness of the earth has moved in the body of the black blood world.

His body did not move, but the spirit was making an astounding fluctuation, raising his hand, like a moment of instant, appalling.

This is the path of evolution, to create their own magic.

The heart has a bass reverberation.

“Created.”

There is a life force emerging.

“The destruction.”

There is a dead power.

“Death.”

Special states, such as life and death, are not outside the five lines and three realms, like the passengers of time, watching the ancient Yoyo.

“Nothing.”

The darkness in the depths of the Black River is dissipating, as if it had never existed.

He whispers to the heart.

Now it is tens of thousands of years, if a corpse that has died for countless years, sinks into the river of black blood, and no one finds it under the drop of black blood.

Occasionally, the black-blooded world, the dark world, has a roar.

It was the blood that was rolling, not only black blood, but also all kinds of blood, and the water had a large graveyard flooded with blood and water, and it seemed so lonely and dead.

The sky is constantly precipitating.

In the end, the way of his evolution belongs to his own magic, still has no breakthrough, stopped in nothingness, as if it has come to an end, as the last name, nothingness, not in the way.

A blind eye.

Another thousand years, the years are in a hurry, and no one knows how many generations.

And at this time.

Dao Tianjun opened his eyes, and he had the glory of the river for many years to flow in his eyes, and his eyes were heavy, and his eyes were full of glazed.

The dark world has settled.

His illusory body is solidifying, gradually from nothing, he will return, from the darkness to return.

Nothingness, not the end, nothing, rather than the beginning of life.

The final path of evolution is perfecting...

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