Some people go in, and others come out, and more than 80% of them come out holding their waists. What's more, they are in the state of soul and remnant soul, and they must have suffered something in trouble inside.

"Why don't you come?"

The quiet old road stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the distance.

Like him, Heqi Zhenren couldn't sit still and walked back and forth.

"It's a long way to go, but you can come as soon as you want?"

Old Taoist Zangtian yawned, feeling quite calm.

He can stand and talk without pain in his back. If this matter is going to happen to him, he is probably more anxious than these two and has completely lost the Holy Son of Da Luo. With his nature of not thinking about heaven, it is strange that he can be kind.

One day in the outside world lasts more than ten years in the Hun Tian Demon Realm.

Looking down from the sky, the dark world is filled with lightning and thunder.

And Zhao Gongzi and Thunder Zhao Yun were fighting fiercely in it.

That's right. They have been fighting for more than ten years.

Zhao Yun wanted to transcend himself, but his state of mind did not change.

It is precisely because of the lack of transformation that this battle lasted so long.

I woke up several times during my tenure as the Sword Master, but remained silent for a long time.

After more than ten years of indulging, he is still a remnant soul. It is not that he cannot gather his natal soul, but that he lacks supplies. The Huntian Demon Realm is completely isolated from the outside world, and there is no trace of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. This is the root cause of Zhao Yun's dilemma.
Chapter completed!