Yang Jian's fighting spirit has not yet disappeared. He has hope in his heart and is still eager to fight!

Emperor Xin felt the aura coming from afar. His heart, who had originally felt solemn, breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

He was very worried that in a cruel era like destroying the tribulation, all practitioners were completely disappointed with the world and no longer had hope. Fortunately, there were still people who were holding light and heat in their hearts, and Yang Jian would definitely not be the only case.

As we walked along the way, I don’t know how long it had passed, Di Xin saw a huge golden sculpture appear below.

"The statue of the Supreme Lord, here is Hangu Pass..."

When Emperor Xin saw the appearance of the sculpture, he immediately recognized where it was.

Hangu Pass, this is the place where the Tao Te Ching left by the Taishang Laozi, and it is also where he transformed Hu into Buddha, making the Taoist Taoist of Duobao become the place where Duobao Tathagata.

"This is?"

Suddenly, Di Xin saw a vast purple aura roaring in front of him, little by little, like a graceful butterfly, swaying in the void.

"How come Hongmeng purple aura... how could it be so scattered... Could it be that there is a saint who has fallen here, but no one has picked up the Hongmeng purple aura he left behind?"

Emperor Xin reached out and made a move into the void, putting the strands of purple aura into his hand, and immediately looked stunned and looked disbelief.

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Straws of Hongmeng purple air fragments were hovering and flying in the void like a masterless thing.

Such a picture is extremely incredible. If it were put into the prehistoric era of the Great Tribulation of the Gods, it would definitely attract countless people to feel crazy about it.

But here, so many pieces of Hongmeng purple aura fluttered in the wind and no one cared about it.

In the era of destroying the Great Tribulation, is even Hongmeng purple Qi so valuable?

Emperor Xin was shocked and immediately wanted to take action to collect these wisps of Hongmeng purple qi fragments, and then condense them into a complete Hongmeng purple qi according to the method taught by Canggu.

“Buzz…”

But at this moment, a mysterious Taoist rhyme suddenly trembled slightly in the heart of Emperor Xin, blocking his actions.

"Tai Chi diagram warning! Is this Taishang I am stopping me from restraining these Hongmeng purple qi fragments? Are these baits?"

Emperor Xin was stunned, but when he felt this wisp of Taoist rhyme, his hand stretched out retracted and floated beside him, no longer collecting these fragments of Hongmeng purple aura.

Such a picture is indeed touching, but it also exudes a sense of evil.

Even if this is the era of destruction of the great tribulation, the saints wither and the immortals and gods do not appear, even so, there must be people who want to become stronger. Those who cannot ignore the Hongmeng purple aura here.

"Go down to take a look. Hangu Pass, this is the inheritance place of Taishang Laozi!"

After Emperor Xin's thoughts changed a little, his body shook slightly and appeared below from the void.

Hangu Pass, the former Taishang Laozi Taoist temple and the Tao Te Ching inheritance, is not much different from the outside world. It is also poisoned by disasters. There are yellow soup and water everywhere. Many big trees are uprooted by floods, and the roots are like tree crowns, heading towards the sky.

Not only that, there are also wooden benches, coffee tables and other objects floating on the river after the buildings were washed down...

This situation is very unusual, because Hangu Pass is a place with a lack of water in history, but it is just such a place. Now, there are floods of wild animals and beasts everywhere. This situation is obviously not natural, but a big hand is maliciously mercilessly.

"I, will I no longer protect this place?"

Emperor Xin murmured, feeling a little confused and even more uneasy.

Logically speaking, the Supreme Master would not let the temples like Hangu Pass be ignored. Now, he doesn't care about this, letting it be covered by floods, and the Hongmeng purple air scattered in every part of the void, but no one cares about it.

The only explanation is that the Supreme Master suffered extremely severe trauma in the ultimate battle that Yang Jian mentioned.

Only in this way can the Supreme Master not protect the people of Hangu Pass Temple, and not collect the fragments of Hongmeng purple aura wandering in the void.

"Young man, how did you come in? Are you here to burn incense to Laojun?" At this time, a security guard saw that there were more people in the park, hurried over, looked at Di Xin in confusion, and asked curiously.

"I'll take a look. I heard that I wrote the Tao Te Ching here, and I want to pay attention to the ancient relics." Di Xin grinned and smiled honestly, handed over a cigarette, and said with a smile.

"This is the imitation Hangu Pass, the real Hangu Pass has now sunk into the depths of the dam!"

Seeing that Di Xin was young and very polite, the security guard took the cigarette, took a sip and smiled bitterly at him.

"Has it rained here for a long time?"

Emperor Xin was surprised and asked curiously to the security guard.

"It's raining every now and then. I haven't seen him hear it. Not only does the crops and vegetables rot in the fields, many houses have collapsed..." The security guard shook his head with a wry smile, pointed to the dark clouds, and said with a wry smile: "To be honest, I've been almost half a year and haven't seen the sun. Damn it, I've almost forgotten what the sun feels like when it shines on my body..."

The rain is so continuous!

Emperor Xin was moved. Such a plain province had never experienced such a disaster in the past.

The damage caused by flooding is absolutely incalculable.

"Have you never worshipped the Supreme Master?"

Emperor Xin pondered, then asked the security guard.

"How can I not worship me? But what's the use of worship me? It's not just what it should be..." The security guard smiled bitterly, took a few sips, vomited white fog, and smiled at Emperor Xin: "You have never heard of it. It's said in the Tao Te Ching that heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are straw dogs! People are arrogant, and we are straw dogs, and we can kill them if we want to, and scold them if we want to!"

Heaven and earth are unkind, and they regard all things as straw dogs!

Emperor Xin sighed softly and looked around. Under the flood, everyone was fish and turtle, and there was no big difference between them and straw dogs.

But he could still see that many people were driving excavators and dredging the river; and many people were carrying sandbags and standing in waist-deep water, trying to divert the flood and capture this disobedient beast.

"Young man, I see the rain is getting heavier again. Don't stay here for a long time. Let's leave early! I've gone there to help... The heavy rain is endless..."

After smoking the cigarette, the security guard threw the cigarette butt into the puddle, held an umbrella, and ran to the crowd in the distance with curses.

The natural disaster is happening, but the human race always stands up and tries to repair the cracks of the sky with both hands!

"Taishang, after the death of the disaster, is there really no hope in everything?"
Chapter completed!