Heaven-law Supreme System

At this moment, the phantom of the Chaos Tree swallowed the road in the long river of Dao Ze, smelted into the battle axe transformed by the real body of the Chaos Tree, the trace of Dao blood poured into it, and the fuzzy figure condensed by the trace of Chu Xuan's breath Among.

The flowers of the avenue bloom, blooming on this vague body.

The battle axe shook for a while, and this vague body quickly grew flesh and bones, but it was like a stone sculpture, motionless, without the slightest vitality.

Om long!

The endless divine thunder fell within the battle axe, the chaotic fog was surging, and the colored lotus revolved at high speed.

The ancient runes reappeared one after another, branded on the fuzzy body.

Then it sank inside, condensed into the internal organs.

The flowers of the avenue are imprinted on the surface of the skin, condensed into chains of avenues, and turned into a series of meridians and blood vessels.

There was tranquility in the light cocoon, but the outside world was crying constantly, the universe creatures and the heavenly army were in grief, kneeling and worshiping at the light cocoon.

The heavenly powerhouses are also noisy, and there are many discussions.

"Hey, a generation of Tianjiao has fallen. It's a pity that there will be no more Taoist Chu in the world."

"It's sigh and sad! Chu Daozu was full of heroism and looked forward to the ages, leaving behind the ethical traditions that benefited the ages, but he himself ended up so miserably."

"The ancestor of Chu Daozhu was amazing and gorgeous. Inventing a new way, it was his own power that broke the innate Taoist monument, freed the shackles of the heavens and the world, broke the chains on the billions of monks, and shattered the cage of heaven and earth. There is indeed no chance to go further."

"The new era is about to come. Everything depends on the merits of the ancestor of Chu Dao. The monks of our generation should keep this grace in mind. Throughout the ages, we should remember the grace of the ancestor of Chu Dao."

The heavenly powerhouses are all moved, sighing endlessly, and most of their words are in awe of Chu Xuan.

A generation of Tianjiao, who pioneered new ways and smashed the cage, fell to a miserable end alone, causing people to sigh.

The super gods are extremely excited. From now on, there is no bondage. The sky is high and the birds fly, and the sea is wide and fishy. They will usher in a new world.

Before the light cocoon, Jiang Muyan burst into tears, and fell on the light cocoon in immense grief, almost wanting to explain it, but he remembered Chu Xuan's words, and only then survived.

Om long!

Within the cocoon, a deep thunder sound like a bell in the evening drums and morning bells suddenly came out, and at the same time it violently shook, overflowing with a rhyme of Taoism, and the pressure was like a sea and a mountain oppressing.

Jiang Muyan was wrapped in a gentle force and flung to the place where the heavenly army was.

"No!" Jiang Muyan thought that Cocoon was about to explode, and with a mournful cry, he was about to step forward again.

However, he was caught by the real body of the big demon and shouted: "Don't cry, Chu Xuan should not be dead yet, I sensed his aura."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned, no longer crying, no longer bowing down, their gazes turned to Guangcoo, and their eyes were full of expectation. At the same time, they prayed and prayed for the return of Chu Xuan.

The heavenly powerhouses are also happy, the only super gods have a meal in the heart, and the smile on his face freezes.

Boom!

At this moment, a layer of mist rose up around the cocoon, and then the mist gradually became thicker, completely covering the cocoon.

Those are all chaotic fog, and people can't see what happened in it.

Only seeing, above the void, a sea of ​​colored thunders, like a river flowing backwards, leaning down in the chaotic fog.

One after another, a dazzling color glow makes people almost unable to open their eyes.

The endless chanting of gods and Buddhas spread out from the chaotic fog, and the heaven and the earth were peaceful, filled with purple light halos.

A phantom of a colored lotus appeared on the chaotic fog and was constantly tempered by the sea of ​​colored thunder.