Those are two vast and ethereal ancient gods’ true techniques!

There is no breath of ancient and Hong Tao.

That is the Tao and Dharma in the Tao world!

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There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and I don’t know the year after the cold is over.

Time passes by.

After many years of spring and autumn, a shocking light suddenly bloomed deep in the depths of the fire soup Jedi, and the sea of ​​blood and purple light roared together. Before such a strange phenomenon could break through to the Jedi and reach Qiongxia, it was covered by Su Muzha's wave.

Over time, Su Muzhe finally refined all the essence of the purple-gray ball, accompanied by immortal matter, and made the banners and bone staff have the properties of a half-step immortal weapon.

Finally, Su Muzhe resealed the remaining stubborn and ominous substances in the tomb of the Zitian God Lord.

He comprehended the sealing array that was left here in the past, and re-established the five-color altar, sealed it with the fire of time, and used the long river of time as the source of power. Unless future generations enter, this array will not be afraid of the washing of time.

After all this, Su Muzhe stood on the top of the mountain and turned around and looked at the Gray Mist Forest.

It's back to this point.

Su Muzhe had already seen some of the secrets and wanted to continue exploring the path of ancient sages pursuing immortality, he had only one last choice left.

In silence, Su Muzhe felt the formation of thousands of miles that stretched throughout the Jedi, and the eternal murderous intent that was still frightened.
Chapter completed!