Chapter 379

A crisp slap sounded in the palace.

It sounds so clear, but if such a sound is known, there will be only panic and no other thoughts.

The supreme taboo is to be slapped.

Unimaginable things.

The corpse's face was cold to the extreme. He had no words, but looked coldly at Tao Tianjun.

"You can slap more until you get angry." Dihong said again.

"Dihong."

The corpse suddenly looked up at the emperor Hong's, and his face looked like Millennium xuanbing.

He knows that he is controlled by others and can't break free, so he doesn't intend to do useless things. Just because he doesn't act doesn't mean he won't be angry.

Now Dihong's practice is undoubtedly beating his face again.

"I said my people can't be bullied, no matter who they are." di Hong looked at the corpse. His eyes were cold and his yellow robe was like the supreme of the heavens, which was exactly the same as his previous attitude.

Domineering and strong.

This is the real emperor Hong. Even if he is dying, he is still unparalleled in ancient and modern times and has unparalleled combat power.

At the same time, the eyes are bright.

"The ethnic group that is taboo by heaven, glory and glory." the Liangyi figure whispered, and he stared calmly.

At the same moment.

"Pa."

"Pa."

The applause of Zhongba in the hall was ringing, and Dao Tianjun slapped again silently.

He knew that this slap represented not only his own, but also the remnant wasteland. He explained to the supreme taboo that remnant wasteland should not be humiliated.

Dihong will die, but his power is still there, and he can still shelter the ethnic group.

Look at this.

Even taboos are moving.

This kind of prestige is shocking and speechless. How does the supreme taboo exist and how can it be slapped.

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

His figure also returned to the original state at the next moment, which does not belong to this ancient history.

Vaguely, Tao Tianjun felt that he had a huge cause and effect entanglement, which was terrible, just like the cause and effect power of all sentient beings.

Then emperor Hong left with Dao Tianjun.

He did not prevent the existence of the five supreme taboos from competing for what he left. As he said, he would not take action. After the departure of Dihong, the underground palace burst out a terrible brilliance.

The terrible taboo mana tore the heaven and earth, everything was broken, and God moved the sky.

What will happen to the underground palace? It seems that the tomb of emperor Hong is no longer important.

What happened after that.

Dihong doesn't want to know, on the long river of years.

He has a great figure, a smile on his face and is gentle and kind.

"Seeing you, I see hope. Did we succeed?" Dihong looked at Dao Tianjun with a kind of comfort and softness, which was different from the previous bajue heavens.

Listening to this sentence, Dao Tianjun didn't understand.

He didn't ask.

If the ancestors of the remnant wasteland wanted to tell him, they would tell him. If not, it's no use asking.

This is the tradition of his ethnic group.

The elders have been sheltering future generations. Their tall body always stands in the front. They don't let all darkness invade the people and don't ask for any return. As long as they can see the growth of the people, it is the greatest return.

"Guzu, do you really want to..." Tao Tianjun looked at Dihong and looked worried.

He could not imagine that the ancestors of the remnant wasteland were dying people.

Clearly such a powerful, even the supreme taboo can be suppressed, but finally he will die. What kind of change will lead to the death of Dihong.

"Death is just a form." di Hong looked at Dao Tianjun. "I died in form, but my heart didn't die. The people still remember me."

As he spoke, his eyes showed a kind of satisfaction. "If the people remember me, I haven't died yet. I'll always be with you again. You come from the future. I see the future. The people are still alive and still alive. These are enough."

The sound is very calm and there is a kind of satisfaction.

As he said, the people are still alive and brilliant in the distant future. If the improvement is a kind of pursuit and satisfaction, what can be more satisfying than this.

The future clansmen are still alive. They keep the same blood and advance on the road of cultivation, which is equivalent to the advance of Dihong.

What if he died? His way is still moving forward. Future generations will treat him as a road builder, brilliant and eternal.

This is the true meaning that the Tao is still improving after death in the mouth of Dihong.

For a while.

Tao Tianjun trembled in his heart.

Dihong went to the years for the improvement of the Tao, not because he wanted to be famous for thousands of years after his death, but because he wanted to learn from it. His true meaning is the people. Does he want to witness and witness the Tao for the people.

In an instant, Tao Tianjun's nose tip was pantothenic acid.

Even if the ancient ancestors were dying, they were concerned about the ethnic group. They were the eyes of the ethnic group. They saw the truth for the ethnic group over the years, and explored whether there was a way to go in the past and the future.

And is he here for him?

Tao Tianjun thought of his refined cultivation because of the discussion of Tao between Dihong and the five supreme taboos. When he wanted to speak, his words were stuck in his throat and couldn't be sent out.

"There are still people in the endless future. We are still continuing and the glory is still there."

Dihong's eyes became hazy and looked into the distance. It was like watching the ancient years. There was a kind of loss on his face. He could not see the growth of his people. There was also a sigh that he could not shelter his people from the wind and rain.

He fought all his life, not for killing or for himself. The eventful years are long and the original heart is for 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.

Strong, or eternal life.

These are not. He just wants to go further and forever with his people.

"Guzu, are you going to leave?" Tao Tianjun trembled in his heart.

Emperor Hong's family, with long history, is invincible, and its posture is slowly blurred.

The only constant is his smile.

Patter patter

Dao Tianjun saw the back of Gu Zu, tall and straight, and the sound of footsteps from near to far. There was no domineering and strength on his turned face, but only a smile. It was a kind of comfort, a kind and bright smile.

He went to the future.

The figure of Wei'an disappeared. It seems that in the near future, he is still witnessing for the people. Every time he appears, there is the figure of the people. He is witnessing that the Tao has been continued and tireless on the people.

Maybe one day, Dihong will disappear.

In the future.

He lost his breath, fell in the long river of years, witnessed stronger people and blocked the pace of progress.

Everything can't be known.

In the long old days.

The world began to rain, heaven and earth were sad, and all sentient beings were crying. They tore their hearts and lungs and wore white clothes.

"Dihong fell."

There is a sigh in the years. Those years are called Dihong

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Dao Tianjun's consciousness also gradually disappeared at the same time.

He looked at the back of his distant ancestor and fell asleep.

In this way, Dao Tianjun was silent, and his body lay in the depths of the long black blood River, feeling the way in the dark.

This is the blood of the strong. Countless people have died, with countless people's Tao. The rules are mixed, and immeasurable feelings are pouring in, making Tao Tianjun more and more powerful.

At the same time.

The source of black blood, there was a light on the drop of black imperial blood.

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

Integrated into Dao Tianjun who precipitated at the bottom of the black blood world.

A supreme supernatural power was integrated into Dao Tianjun's mind.

Creation.

Creation in nothingness, from nothing to existence, creation, a drop of blood evolves all things, a trace of God expands and evolves all ancient spirits, which can control the ancient time, the five elements of heaven and earth, the four images and eight trigrams, and the endless Avenue.

This is an incomplete method.

Even the creator can't perfect it.

It was the first time that Tao Tianjun got such a magic power. All the five magic powers he got before were perfect. Only this one was incomplete. It seemed that he didn't have time to improve and died on the way.

Time flies, time flies.

Unconsciously, tens of thousands of years passed. Tao Tianjun couldn't remember. He was sleeping.

I woke up halfway and soon fell asleep again.

He had an epiphany, felt all things hurt, all sentient beings mourned, darkness shrouded the world, and there were roars and sadness in black blood.

In deep sleep, the black world is flowing blood, the only main color.

Suddenly.

Tao Tianjun felt that his Tao had made great progress.

A kind of enlightenment, the origin of heaven and earth, the principle of God, and the symbols of the avenue emerge. The Tao is divided into three thousand and fifty.

His heart and soul are moving.

Dao Tianjun's body was quiet in the black blood world.

His body did not move, but his spirit was swinging out of amazing fluctuations. When he raised his hand, it seemed like a flash through the ages, shocking.

This is the avenue of evolution to create your own magic power.

There are bass echoes in the mind.

"Create."

There is a power of life.

"Destruction."

There is a power of death.

"Life and death."

Special states, such as between life and death, are not outside the three boundaries of the five elements. They are like passengers of time watching for eternity.

"Nothingness."

The darkness and uncertainty in the depths of the long black river dissipated, as if it had never existed.

He whispered in his heart.

At the moment, tens of thousands of years have passed. If a corpse that has died for countless years sinks in the long river of black blood, no one can find it under that drop of black blood.

Occasionally, there is a roar in the black blood world and the dark world.

It was the blood water rolling. There were not only black blood water, but also all kinds of blood. There were big graves in the water, which were submerged by the blood water. It looked so lonely and dead.

Tao Tianjun continued to precipitate.

Finally, the Tao he evolved, his own magic power, still did not break through, and stopped at nothingness, like the end, and like the last name, it was nothingness and there was no way.

in a twinkling.

Another thousand years, years in a hurry, the world has already passed, I don't know how many generations.

And at this time.

Tao Tianjun opened his eyes. He had the glory of the long river of years flowing in his pupils. His heavy pupils suddenly appeared and thousands of colored glasses.

Tao Tianjun, precipitated in the dark world, has a movement.

His illusory body is solidifying and gradually growing from nothing. He is going to return, from darkness.

Nothingness is not the end, nothingness is more the beginning of life.

Finally, the evolving Tao is improving

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