Kowloon pull coffin

Daozu still knelt on one knee and held the sword with both hands, all the scars were repaired, and he was wearing a red Taoist robe made of flowers from the other side.

Unfortunately, he still didn't wake up.

"What song are you reciting?" Yan Hua asked.

"Elegy of fate." The empress regained her divine power, her face was cold and holy.

"Why hasn't he woke up yet?" Yan Hua asked again.

"He's awake."

As the empress' words fell to the ground, Daozu slowly opened his eyes.

This pair of eyes, honed by the years, are as bright as cold stars, unfathomable.

The real Taoist ancestor cannot be measured by the portrait alone.

The way of heaven is above all living beings, relying on the endless divine power.The Taoist ancestor was engraved by all living beings, relying on the merits left to all living beings.

All living beings are equal, and there is no discrimination in education.

Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself!

……

Daozu's star pupils turned and swept over everyone one by one.

When sweeping over Pojun, there was tenderness and pity in his eyes, but when he fell on the Empress, he was much more indifferent.

The Empress sighed softly in her heart, after all, he still only belongs to the Demonic Way.

Everyone has obsessions, and the obsession of Taoist ancestors is the way of magic.Life and death are all for the devil.

Xie Liuyun once played chess with Daozu in the soul-suppressing coffin, but when Daozu swept over him with his spiritual thoughts, he felt extremely complicated and felt lost.

There is only one thing that he is most proud of in his life, and that is to play chess with Daozu in the soul-suppressing coffin. Now Daozu swept away his pride with a light glance.

The kingdom of heaven, the melting pot of fate, and the abyss of sacrifice.

When Daozu scanned the blood-soaked land with his spiritual thoughts, mist appeared in his eyes.

The mist turned into water, condensed into tears, and fell all over the cheeks.

No one thought that Taoist ancestors would cry.

Xie Moling 3000 years ago did not shed a single tear for Mo Dao, but later Huan Hun Ya died, and Mo Dao disciples shed tears for him for 3000 years.

Today, it was finally his turn to pay back.

Daozu's divine thoughts swept over everyone, except for Yuhua, who never looked at her from the beginning to the end.

Yuan Rui's sadness was written on his face, while Yan Hua's sadness was frozen in his heart.

Sometimes the more indifferent and pure you are, the more fragile you are like glass.

He knew that everyone present was waiting for him, waiting for him to tell the truth.

But he couldn't speak, he didn't speak, and no one asked.

Yuhua said earlier that if the Taoist ancestor could not save her husband, she would not recognize the Taoist ancestor.

However, when Daozu really appeared in front of her, she found that she had lost the courage to question him.

Turning around silently, his back became more and more cold and lonely.

She was waiting for Daozu to tell the truth. Before that, she had to put away all her fragile emotions and freeze her heart.

In the end, Daozu still didn't say the answer that everyone wanted to know the most.

He put away the spear of the sky thief, looked at the sentient beings and said slowly: "Let's go home..."

The home in Daozu's mouth refers to the world.

The way of heaven has fallen, and these warriors who fought in the sky should also return triumphantly.

However, with 4000 million yuan on the expedition, how many people are there in triumph?

Until everyone followed Kunpeng to the world, Yuhua didn't have the courage to ask the answer she most wanted to know.

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Chapter 8 and Six: Angels and Demons

Kunpeng turned nine times, and then entered Guixu.

However, Yuhua did not go with the others, a lonely figure flew to the ancient underworld alone.

The place where yin and yang are extinct has long since disappeared, and the underworld is her last resting place.

When it comes to asking about my news, she is the one who is most anxious. However, some answers don't have to wait for people to say them in person.

When Xie Moling said the word "go home", she had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.

Guixu used to be her home, but at that time Guixu still had me, Xie Lan.

Now, Guixu no longer belongs to her.

She didn't believe that I would perish in the world like this, even if Xie Moling said it herself, she wouldn't believe it.

Now she just wants to return to the ancient underworld, sit on the Frozen Throne, and think carefully about everything that happened.At the same time, she is also ready to search the Eternal Void.

The god of death is in charge of memory, if there is no ray of memory belonging to me in the void, she will believe that there is no more me in the world.

Before leaving, she drove a divine thought into Murong Yuanrui's heart.

"Trust me, I can definitely find him!"

"Of course." Yuan Rui responded in a more confident tone than her.

As intelligent as Murong, she is best at penetrating people's hearts. How could she fail to understand the deep meaning of Daozu's words and go home.

She won't ask even one more word, because she doesn't believe it.

In fact, after Daozu said that sentence, most of the people present knew my ending.

At Nantianmen, the three roads separated, and each returned to the ancestral home.

Murong Yuanrui did not return to the ruins with Kun, but entered the ancestral court of the Immortal Dao.