Crisp applause sounded in the palace.

It sounds so crisp, but if such a sound is known to people, there is only panic, and there is no other mood.

The supreme taboo was slapped.

Unimaginable things.

The corpse's face was extremely cold, he didn't have any words, only looked at Dao Tianjun coldly.

"You can slap a few more hands until you get out of breath." Di Hong said again.

"Di Hongshi."

Suddenly, the corpse raised his head to look at Emperor Hong's, his face looked like a thousand-year-old Xuanbing.

He knew that he was controlled by others and couldn't break free, so he didn't intend to do useless things. It's just that his inaction doesn't mean he won't be angry.

Now Di Hong's approach is undoubtedly another slap in the face.

"I said that my people can't be bullied, no matter who they are." Di Hong looked at the corpse, his eyes were cold, and his yellow robe was like a supreme heavenly body, exactly the same as his previous attitude.

Domineering and strong.

This is the real Emperor Hong Clan, even if it is checkmate, he is still the best in the past and present, and is unparalleled in combat power.

At the same time, the eyes of the supreme taboo shone.

"The tribe that has been jealous of the sky, glory and splendor." The two figures whispered, and he stared calmly.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

There was applause in the hall, and Dao Tianjun silently slapped again.

He knows that this slap represents not only his own, but also represents the wasteland. To the supreme taboo is explaining that the wasteland should not be humiliated.

Di Hong is about to die, but his power is still there, and he can still shelter the ethnic group.

Watching this scene.

Even taboos are moving.

This kind of power makes people horrified and speechless, how can the supreme taboo exist, how can it be slapped.

After a series of slaps, Dao Tianjun withdrew his hand.

His figure also returned to its original state in the next moment, not belonging to this ancient history.

Vaguely, Dao Tianjun felt that he had a huge causal entanglement, which was terrifyingly vast, just like the causal power of sentient beings.

Then Di Hong left with Dao Tianjun.

He didn't stop the five supreme taboo beings from competing for what he left behind. As he said, he would not make a move. After the departure of the Di Hong clan, the underground palace burst out with terrible brilliance.

The terrible taboo mana ripped through the universe, everything was broken, and the sky moved.

What will happen to the underground palace, Nadi Hong’s tomb does not seem to be important anymore.

What happened afterwards.

Di Hong didn't want to know, in the long river of years.

He is stalwart, with a smile on his face, gentle and kind.

"I can see you, I see hope, did we succeed." Di Hongshi stared at Dao Tianjun, with a kind of relief and a kind of softness, which was different from the previous Domineering Heavens.

Hearing these words, Dao Tianjun was puzzled.

He did not ask.

If the ancestors of the barren land wanted to tell him, they would naturally tell. If not, then it would be useless to ask.

This is the tradition of his ethnic group.

The elders have been shielding the offspring from the wind and rain, and the tall body will always stand at the forefront, not letting all darkness invade the tribesmen, and do not ask for any rewards, as long as they can see the growth of the tribesmen, it is the greatest reward.

"Ancestor, you really want to..." Dao Tianjun looked at Di Hong with a worried expression on his face.

He could not imagine that the ancestors of the barren land were dying.

Obviously this kind of power can suppress even the supreme taboo, but in the end he will die. What kind of change will lead to the death of the Di Hong clan.

"Death is just a form." He looked at Dao Tianjun from the Emperor Hongshi, "I died in form, but my heart is not dead, and the people still remember me."

He said that there was a sense of relief in his eyes, "The clansman remembers me, and I am not dead yet, and will always be with you again. You come from the future. I see the future. The clansmen are still alive and still alive. enough."

The tone is calm and there is a kind of satisfaction.

Just like what he said, the clansmen are still alive and still glorious in the distant future. If the diligence mentioned is a kind of pursuit and satisfaction, what can be more satisfying than this.

The clansmen in the future are still alive, they keep the same blood, and move forward on the road of cultivating the Tao, which is also equivalent to the Dihong clan moving forward.

What if he is dead, his Tao is still advancing, and future generations will treat him on the road of repair, and the glory will be eternal.

This is the essence of Dihong's words that Dao is still diligent after death.

For a time.

Dao Tianjun's heart trembled.

The Dihong clan walked into the years for the diligence of the Tao, not because he wanted to be famous after his death, but because he wanted to learn from him. His true meaning is the people of the clan, and he wants to witness to the people of the clan and testify that way.

In an instant, Dao Tianjun's nose was pantothenic.

Even if the ancient ancestor is about to die, he still cares about the ethnic group. He is the head of the ethnic group. In the years, he has witnessed the way for the ethnic group, exploring the past and the future, whether there is a way to go.

And is he appearing now for him?

Dao Tianjun thought of his cultivation level diligently because of the Di Hong clan and the five supreme taboos discussing the Tao. He wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat and could not be delivered.

"In the endless future, there are still people in the family, we are still going on, and the glory is still there."

Di Hong's eyes became hazy and he looked into the distance, as if he was watching the eternal years. There was a sense of loss on his face, unable to see the growth of the tribe, and there was a sigh. He could not cover the wind and rain for the tribe.

He has been fighting all his life, not to kill, nor for himself. The long years, the eternal age, and the original intention for protection, until he stood on the top, the world saw an insurmountable mountain.

In addition to the wasteland, how many people know what he did for the facts.

Strong, or immortal.

None of these, he just wanted to go farther and farther with his tribe, forever.

"Ancestor, are you leaving?" Dao Tianjun trembled in his heart.

Emperor Hong's family has a long history of years, and he is said to be invincible, and his posture is slowly blurring.

The only constant is his smile.

Patter...

Dao Tianjun saw the back of the ancient ancestor, standing tall and stalwart, with footsteps moving from near to far, his turned face did not have that domineering and strong, only a ray of smile, which was a kind of relief, a kind of kindness, and even more brilliant. Smile.

He went to the future.

The stalwart figure disappeared. It seems that in the not-too-distant future, he is still witnessing for the tribe. Every time there is a tribe’s figure, he is witnessing that the Tao has been continued in the tribe, tirelessly.

Perhaps, one day, the Di Hongshi will disappear.

On the day in the future.

His breath was gone, and he fell in the long river of years, witnessing a stronger person, blocking the pace of advancement.

Nothing can be known.

In the long ancient years.

The world is raining, the universe is sorrowful, all beings are crying, they are heartbroken, and they are dressed in white.

"Dihong has fallen."

There is a sigh in the years, and those years are called Emperor Hong...

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Dao Tianjun's consciousness gradually disappeared at the same time.

He stared at the back of the distant ancestor and fell asleep.

In this way, Dao Tianjun fell silent, lying in the depths of the river of black blood, comprehending the Tao in the dark.

This is the blood of a strong man. Countless people have died, and there are countless people's ways. The rules are mixed, and immeasurable insights are pouring in, making Dao Tianjun more powerful.

same time.

At the source of the black blood, there was a light flowing out of that drop of black emperor blood.

A ray of light appeared silently, not even the dark taboo figure in the black blood world hadn't noticed, it flowed downstream in the direction of the black blood flowing smoothly.

Incorporated into Dao Tianjun's body at the bottom of the black blood world.

A supreme magical power merged into Dao Tianjun's mind.

Biochemical.

Good fortune in nothingness, creation, a drop of blood evolves all things, a trace of divine thought expands and evolves into eternal souls, can control eternal time, heaven and earth, five elements, four elephants and gossip, endless avenues are all under control.

This is an incomplete law.

Even the creators have not been able to perfect it to perfection.

It was the first time that Dao Tianjun had obtained such supernatural powers. The five supernatural powers he had obtained before were all perfect. Only this one was incomplete, and it seemed that he had not had time to perfect and died in the middle of the journey.

Time flies, time is like an arrow.

Unknowingly, tens of thousands of years are in the past, Dao Tianjun can't remember, he is sleeping.

I woke up halfway, and soon fell asleep again.

He had an epiphany, he was hurt by all things, sentient beings were embarrassed, darkness enveloped the world, and there was roar and sorrow in the black blood.

In a deep sleep, the black world is flowing blood, the only main color.

Swiftly.

Dao Tianjun felt in his heart that his Dao had made great progress.

A kind of enlightenment, heaven and earth origin and god, the symbol of the great road emerges, the road is divided into three thousand, and it can also be divided into fifty.

His heart and soul are moving.

Dao Tianjun's body in the world of black blood moved quietly.

His body did not move, but his soul was swaying astonishing fluctuations, and when he raised his hand, it seemed as if the ages were like an instant, and it was shocking.

This is evolving the road, creating your own magical powers.

There was bass reverberating in his mind.

"create."

There is a kind of vitality emerging.

"destroy."

There is a power of death.

"life and death."

Special conditions, such as life and death, are not outside the three realms of the five elements, like time travellers, watching forever.

"nothingness."

The darkness and uncertainty in the depths of the black river are dissipating, as if it never existed.

He whispered in his heart.

At this moment, tens of thousands of years have passed. If he had a corpse that had been dead for countless years and sank in the river of black blood, no one would find it under that drop of black blood.

Occasionally, there is a roar in the black blood world and the dark world.

It was blood water tumbling, and there was not only black blood water on it, but also blood of various colors. There was a large grave in the water, most of which was submerged by blood water, and it looked so lonely and dead.

Dao Tianjun keeps accumulating ~lightnovelpub.net~ Finally, the Dao that he evolved, his own supernatural powers, still has no breakthrough, stopped in nothingness, as if it had come to an end, it was like the last name, it was nothingness, not there. road.

Dazzling.

It is another thousand years, the years are rushing, and the mortal world has already passed by many generations.

And at this time.

Dao Tianjun opened his eyes. He had the glory of years flowing in his pupils. The double pupils appeared at once, and there were thousands of colored glazes.

Dao Tianjun, who had settled in the dark world, moved.

His illusory physical body is solidifying, gradually starting from nothing, he is about to return, from the darkness to the return.

Nothingness, not the end, nothingness, rather than the beginning of life.

The finally evolved Tao is perfecting...

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