Such a result left all the cultivators speechless.

I was gone before, and the willows swayed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are bleak.

Time is the most ruthless existence in the world. It can distort everything, good and evil are like this, good and evil are like this...

Many old monsters hiding in the world were silent because of this.

Yes.

Perhaps when they discovered that Mr. Qinghe was still alive in the sun and had never ascended, they should have awakened and no longer had hope.

Having never attained the path of immortality itself shows Mr. Qinghe's position.

Perhaps, he is still nostalgic.

But when the old Taoist monk became an obstacle on the road to immortality, this grand master of the past would only take action without mercy.

Practitioners have many cold minds and weak natures.

This is probably the case in the world.

When it was time for them to end in their miserable state, time had never left them much time.

Mr. Qinghe's figure dissipated with the old Taoist Minghong and disappeared.

But Ling Yunzi walked out of the void, viewing the world, and exploring the traces of the old monsters who might have hidden themselves.

The wind blows in the sun.

Those soft and undetectable sounds of the wind.

It seems to be a sigh of gratitude for these geniuses in the past.

...

Deep in the mountains, the Venerable Temple.

Su Muzhe welcomed the figures of Old Taoist Minghong and Mr. Qinghe.

"Mr. Qinghe, a master of earth in the past, was in charge of five thousand great Taoist literature. He was stunning in talent and was not weak in ancient gods..."

Su Muzhe's voice was low and distant, half like a whisper.

In my mind, fragments of this person in ancient books from the Old Heavenly Lord's era came to Su Muzhe's heart one by one.

"You have deceived almost everyone in the world. Even I, I thought that the genius was like you, had ascended to the fairy world..."

Accompanied by Su Muzha's silence, Mr. Qinghe was not as excited as before.

He became completely restrained.

The deep eyes very much tolerate all emotions, making people elusive, and with some scrutiny and guesswork, they look at Su Muzha without any concealment.

Perhaps the sleep of eternal years has really distorted part of Mr. Qinghe's mind.

His eyes were lowered and his thin lips were pursed tightly, adding a bit of meanness and gloom to his face, which should have been fairy-like.

Su Mu stopped talking and just looked at him like this.

This is a silent confrontation.

Su Muzhe's Taoist body was deliberately in a state of relaxation, but his heart became tightly tense.

powerful!

Very strong!

This is the existence that has brought the greatest pressure to Su Muzha in his life.

Even in Su Muzhe's senses, Mr. Qinghe's strength is even slightly stronger than the line of Minghong's old Taoist.

If the ancient books record correctly, Mr. Qinghe practiced Taoism in the first years of his cultivation of the Taoism, and his ability to achieve enlightenment was far earlier than that of the old Taoist Minghong, and he was one senior.

When you reach such a state, many times, the length and shortness of the years that exist in the world are enough to prove whether a person is powerful or not.

For the first time in his life, Su Muzhe felt a sense of crisis in his heart that he might be exposed.

Still silent.

Deep in Su Mu's turbid eyes, the gray light of the ancestral qi of the years was constantly flashing.

He just sat like this, as time passed, and even a clear smile began to hang on the corner of his mouth.

At a certain moment, Su Muzhe thought of Mr. Qinghe's previous attack in the void.

Yes, Mr. Qinghe has already made it clear that this is a letter of submission.

He suddenly realized that the old monster in front of him came here to witness the truth, not to question himself.

As early as the moment he took action, Mr. Qinghe had already exposed his thoughts.

Even... I think of the old monster who did not ascend in the past, but instead slept for eternity.

This is a person who has the answer but is still looking for the answer.

For no reason, Su Muzhe had such a thought.

For a moment, he was in a state of great peace.

Such a confrontation of thoughts is almost the best tempering process, once again polishing Su Muzhe's tenacious heart of Tao that has been going through thousands of years.

Wherever he entered the game, the little bit of uneasiness and uneasiness pressed on Su Muzhadao's heart also disappeared completely with this confrontation.

"the truth!"

"Um?"

"Hao Yang... Master Yangmei, Qinghe seeks to see the truth!"

When he finished speaking, Su Muzhe glanced at Old Taoist Minghong and finally turned his gaze to Mr. Qinghe.

"I probably guessed what Fellow Daoist Minghong said to you."

While speaking, Su Muzhe turned his hand and a brass lamp appeared in front of Su Muzhe. In the lamp, a wisp of gray flame was quietly suspended in it, strange and strange.

Mr. Qinghe's eyes also fell on the brass lamp the size of a palm.

Su Muzha's silence continued to sound.

"If you want to see, it's not a big deal, but there are two things that I want to say before! First of all, everything that has been shown in this wisp of time is not the truth about you, fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, the truth about you, it's in your heart. It's probably the same mood as fellow Taoist Minghong in the past. If this is not good, it's better to make a decision early.

Secondly, fellow Taoist fellow Qinghe needs to think clearly. If you leave here, for the sake of the two fellow Taoists Minghong and Lingyun, I can guarantee that you will not have a murderous intention to be a fellow Taoist fellow. But if you have to look at the scenes in the years, fellow Taoist fellow must enter the game and go through a game. After all, do you have to see if you have to see it?"

Mr. Qinghe's lips were pursed tighter.

"look!"

"Good, dream!"

...

Seven days later.

Yangshi East, Luoyuan Immortal Sect.

Su Muzhe shook the black flag in his hand, and stood quietly in the air, looking at the broken mountain gate of the Holy Land Cult in the past.

Swish—!

Suddenly, a stream of light flashed in the distance. When Su Muzhe turned around and looked at him, the figure had already arrived in front of him.

Qingmeng is powerful.

This place is very close to the Daoxuan Holy Land. Almost the moment Su Muzhe appeared, Fairy Qingbeng could already feel the unconcealed aura of Su Muzhe and arrived in an instant.

Su Muzha's turbid eyes glanced at the sharp sword that was shining with cold light in Fairy Qingbeng's hand, and finally, he turned his gaze to the powerful Qingbeng.

"It's very good. After thousands of years of separation, the fairy has touched the threshold of the fairyland. Even if there is no change in the great way, the figure and footsteps of the fairy will be left behind on the road to immortality."

After hearing Su Muzhe's words, Fairy Qingbeng just smiled. Her eyes first looked at the banner in Su Muzhe's hand, then fell on Su Muzhe, and finally turned to look at the ruined mountain gate of Luoyuan Immortal Sect.

"I would like to ask the Lord to answer the doubts. The continuous killings in the Yang world are first Senior Minghong and then Senior Lingyun. Now you are also ready to take action, but why?"

"Girl..."

"It's a fairy, fairy Qingbeng."

"Ha, Fairy Qingbeng, have you ever felt the changes in the Great Way?"

"Um?"

"The speed of new Taoism has become faster, and the Dao has set the tripod in the near future..."

Hearing this, Fairy Qingbeng's beautiful eyebrows frowned tightly.

"The left and right have only been for thousands of years, so why should the Venerable forcefully push and create various killing karma?"

Facing the Qing Meng Fairy's questioning, Su Muzhe did not answer directly. He looked at Luo Yuan Immortal Sect with his eyes, his tone was as leisurely as if he was murmuring.

"I'm not waiting for time, this is the general trend!"

"The general trend?"

"Looking back, there is no wind, rain or sunshine when you go back."

"Not Qing?"
Chapter completed!