Waves of tyrannical spiritual power surged back and forth in the vast space.

Warning from all directions!

Zuo Xiaoduo looked at the vast sea in front of him, at the criss-crossing spiritual thoughts rising to the sky. Even with his current cultivation strength, he still couldn't help but secretly click his tongue.

This teaching...

What's the origin?

So tyrannical and crazy!

Among the nine tribes, it seems that there is no Jiejiao ethnic group, but now, looking at this posture, it is as if they are going to be the enemy of the whole world!

Monsters, they don't care.

Humans, they don't care.

Western religion, they don't care.

Tao people, they don't care either.

The Wuren Spirit Clan, the Demon Clan, the Witch Clan... they all don't care.

They even dare to shout out that they don’t care about the way of heaven!

Where did such a bunch of lunatics come from?

Focusing on the vast sea, listening to the shouts and shouts, Sister Yun's expression became more and more excited, more and more urgent, and more and more fanatical.

All she could see in her eyes was the sword light in front of her.

She didn't even want to talk to anyone anymore.

Her eyes were shining, as long as she could go back, even if she died where the sword light came from, she would be happy to do so!

No regrets!

Close!

Closer!

We have reached the vast sea.

"Master, I'm back..." Sister Yun called softly.

As we get closer and closer to the splendid sword light, everything we see is turbulent and a fierce battle is unfolding on the other side. Various ancient ferocious beasts and various golden Buddhas are all taking action with all their strength.

And from that direction, a pair of men and horses were fighting to the death, heading towards the other side!

As the war continued, there were more and more creatures covered in blood, with their heads missing, and falling into pieces into the vast ocean.

Colorful rays of light flashed one after another, and from Zuo Xiaoduo's point of view, it felt like there was a party going on in the distant horizon, and the eyes were filled with red and green rays of light, swaying back and forth.

However, the hoarse roars are shaking the void, and there is rain of blood, scattering on the world.

On an island in the middle of the sea.

A green-robed Taoist was standing on the highest mountaintop on the island with his hands behind his back, letting the wind roar, causing his hair to flutter and his clothes to fly.

The green-robed Taoist had long eyebrows, a tall and straight figure, and a handsome face. His eyes seemed to be filled with stars in the sky, and they rotated slowly. His specific expression could not be seen at all.

He just stood with his hands behind his hands, looking into the wind.

He seemed to be meditating on something.

It seems to be waiting.

His eyes seemed to pierce through the vast void, and he saw the fighting caused by the return.

The hair on the temples, which was originally evergreen, has turned gray.

This kind of graying appears because the blood of the saint is exhausted, and even he himself cannot recover.

Or when things change, they can change as they wish; however, once they return to their original appearance, the two gray bins will appear again.

He also doesn't want to recover.

Because this... is a concern in my heart.
Chapter completed!