mortal mortal cultivator

The old devil Hehuan watched all this with a blank face. He watched the remnant soul of the ancient demon who claimed to be the master of Cang Kun being distracted by the god of evil spirits turned into ashes, and his eyes were fixed on the jade talisman in Wei Wuya's hand. It wasn't until the other three early-stage Nascent Soul monks stood apart, blocking all possible escape directions for him, and each took out an identical jade talisman from the storage bag, that the expression of Old Demon Acacia suddenly became gloomy.

"So that's how it is, Fellow Daoist Wei and Old Freak of Heaven's Hate, you two have already started to give your life to that kid surnamed Lu."

He Huan Laomo sneered and said: "I am not surprised by the old monster of Tianhen. He offended too many people back then, and now he has established a sect. If there is no one surnamed Lu who keeps doing business with him, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive. Fellow Daoist Wei, why do you have to work so hard for that surname Lu?"

Wei Wuya let out a long sigh, and said helplessly: "Fellow Daoist Hehuan, if possible, I don't want to kill them all, but fellow daoists really shouldn't contact the remnants of Ghost Spirit Sect. In fact, with the aptitude and age of fellow daoists, the so-called evil spirits The leader, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect, and other false names are nothing but hindrances for fellow daoists. If you can devote yourself to cultivating and stop worrying about those mundane matters, even if you don’t use this so-called Lingmiao Garden, you can’t go further possible."

"Oh! Fellow Daoist, you can take it easy." Old Demon Hehuan sneered, and turned to look at the other three.

The three of them immediately raised the jade talisman to their chests, looking very vigilant.

"If I'm not wrong, these jade talismans were originally used to deal with me, right? It's just that even with the help of the evil god thunder, it's a bit too much for granted that Wei Daoyou and these three want to kill me, right? I don’t dare to say anything else, if you risk your life, it’s not impossible to pull a few fellow Taoists back before you die!”

Wei Wuya looked at the sneering old devil Hehuan, his eyes were full of sympathy.

"Fellow Daoist Hehuan, do you really think that little friend Lu only invited a few of us?"

Old Demon Hehuan was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, there was a loud thunderous noise from the direction they entered the interface.

Lu Yunze stood there like a spectator, witnessing the death of each world and the rebirth of each law.

"To be honest, because the person behind the Ghost Spirit Gate is unknown, Xiaoyou Lu originally planned to deploy his combat power according to the worst outcome of dealing with the two great cultivators of the late Nascent Soul, but he didn't expect that the one who instructed the remaining evil spirits of the Ghost Spirit Gate was actually a The remnant soul of an ancient demon."

Life is meaningless, because it is nothingness.Memories are meaningless because they can be changed at any time.

……

I don't know when it started, the fog permeating the entire interface began to gather here.

"So that's the case, he really took great pains!" Old Demon Hehuan laughed bitterly.

Lu Yunze suddenly came back to his senses, opened his eyes, he was sitting in a strange place beyond all space and time.

Not only him, but everyone including Old Demon Hehuan raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

Two great monks in the late stage of Nascent Soul, ten monks in Nascent Soul, plus a holy bird of Mulan who may join the battlefield at any time!

With this kind of lineup, they can fight against a cultivator of Huashen, let alone besiege and kill a demon cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul while carrying the evil god thunder.

"It's meaningless to say that. Now that the ancient demon's remnant soul is gone, no matter how big the calculations are, it's gone. Fellow Daoist Hehuan, you still..."

"Do you know how he really got the power of time?" Jing Nian asked with a smile.

One by one, the strong will change the sky and the earth, hundreds of millions of stars will perish with a wave of their hands, and when they turn their heads, it will be the new ones for the old ones.

"The power of time... Time is meaningless, because of the changes of all things and the thoughts of all beings, so there is time. Once all things remain unchanged, all beings will no longer think. Then time will no longer exist. "

Wei Wuya stopped in the middle of speaking.

Lu Yunze stood there blankly, like a fish about to drown in water.

All the words that mortals can use lose their meaning here. Looking around, the long river of time is as bright as the Milky Way, constantly arising and dying in front of his eyes, repeating one possibility after another.

"Hahaha...he saw the way of heaven." Jing Nian's expression turned serious, and he finally mentioned Him directly for the first time!
"To be precise, it is not the real way of heaven. But if there is such a thing, born innately, with its own will and mission, and all the three thousand ways and the breath of the way of heaven, then this thing is not the way of heaven, and it can what is it then?"

He didn't know how long he looked at it, he only knew that time was meaningless.

Jing Nian smiled, raised her head, and stared at the galaxy-like river of time.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had thrown cold water on his head.

In the end, even he himself has lost its meaning.

"There's an indescribable beauty, right?" Across from Lu Yunze, Monk Jing Nian asked with a smile in a white cassock.

Old Demon Hehuan's hands trembled imperceptibly, especially when he saw Saintess Mulan take out the bronze lotus lantern, his face became extremely pale.

The past and the future are meaningless, because between waving hands, there is infinite time to be reborn, and there is infinite time to be annihilated.

"Beautiful?" Lu Yunze blinked. "How beautiful?"

The emperors and generals who left their names in the history will eventually be ashes, and the wind will blow, and the history itself will be ashes.

Everyone looked up, and saw two pairs of silver-white inhuman eyes slowly opening among the crystal-like red crystals.

Accompanied by the flowing mist that flowed across the sky like gray rivers, a tremblingly powerful spiritual pressure gradually rose, making everyone breathless.

Lu Yunze spread his hands, "If you want to tell me, then just say so."

When the light dissipated, Master Mulanbi and seven or eight Mulan priests including the saintess of Mulan appeared above everyone's heads!
"Fellow Daoist Wei, the little brats who dared to resist outside have been cleaned up. Are we not late?" God Master Bi asked with a smile while staring at Old Demon Hehuan with sarcasm in his eyes.

A variable that can be changed by waving your hand has no meaning at all.

Wei Wuya sighed lightly and shook his head.

A huge roar resounded all over the field, and streaks of light flashed across the sky.

Mountains rose one after another, and trenches dried up.

Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes and autumn comes.

"I wasn't there at the time, but I know that after that, he really took control of the great power of time. But it didn't take long for him to return the power."

"Hiss!" Lu Yunze frowned suddenly.

"Are you sure the person you're talking about is Han Li?! This bastard sees dog poop on the road and wants to go up and take a bite! He can still spit out the stuff in his mouth?!"

"...In a sense, I am also Han Li."

"Oh, then you go on."