"You can become the emperor."

With these words in his ears, Dao Tianjun's eyes stared.

Is this old man on purpose?

He still has such a bad taste, just like letting the people know that the cold pool background of the little deserter is not the strongest, but he doesn't tell what the strongest background is. It's a complete meaning, and it can drive people deeply into madness.

"I'm not wrong, it's really much simpler."

Looking at Dao Tianjun's expression, the old man seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Even if you are an immortal emperor, it is a life of nine deaths if you really go to the upper reaches of the long river to find people."

"There is no other way?"

Dao Tianjun frowned.

"No." The old man shook his head, and then he thought of something, "You can go to the Void God Realm."

Obviously there is something Dao Tianjun needs in the Void God Realm.

Dao Tianjun nodded slightly when he heard it.

Since it has been known from the relics of the distant ancestors that there is no other way, then there is no need to force it.

After that, Dao Tianjun left.

Without disturbing the peaceful life of the tribe, Dao Tianjun overlooked the wasteland.

Step forward.

He stepped from the forbidden area to the Immortal Mountain, the **** mountain that was sealed after he left.

"I am back."

The moment he stepped into the undead, Dao Tianjun had a smile on his face.

After the Undead Mountain left, it was completely silent. It was extremely peaceful, and the world had never changed after 130,000 years.

Eyes glanced.

The enlightened tea tree in front of the mountain is full of tea leaves of various colors, shining with fairy lights.

I haven't seen it for many years, it's still the same, as if it has been like this from ancient times to the present, but it hasn't changed.

Under the tree, there are creatures sitting in the wasteland, comprehending the way of heaven, and seeking longevity through cultivation.

"Woo..."

At this moment, there was a sound of sadness in the depths of the Undead Mountain, and there was a kind of sadness.

It was someone crying, making people sad.

"This is?"

The creatures under the enlightened tea tree opened their eyes and looked at Immortal Mountain.

Some elders sighed and looked at Heiyue.

"Ancestor Fu Xuan is crying."

Hearing this sentence, everyone's body was shaken, they had all heard of it.

Since Daozu left.

During these 130,000 years, there will occasionally be crying and mourning in the depths of the Undead Mountain.

The clansmen in the wasteland know that this is the ancestor Fu Xuan awakening from the longevity sleep once again, remembering the old things, can't let go of the heart, and have not forgotten Dao ancestor.

The years are passing away.

Fu Xuan became stronger and stronger. With his tyrannical perseverance, Shi Yun's company endured his loneliness and sought the best.

But within tens of thousands of years, he will always wake up, endure loneliness, but can't forget the past, and can't let it go.

Dao Tianjun's eyes flowed and radiant, and he was moved and apologetic.

Unique courtyard.

Immortal flowers and **** grass sway, they are more colorful, there are magic drugs dying, but also seeds germinate.

Behind the flower garden is the small attic courtyard.

Over the long years, the attic remains the same, without dust, dust and dirt, the gauze tents are blowing in the wind, and the furnishings in the small courtyard house are still as they were 130,000 years ago, clean and tidy.

Nothing is missing, only a trace of anger is missing.

"Tianjun has excellent talents. He can be compared to him if he has never seen anyone in the ages, and he has a great ride through the ages. He is now living well in Xianyu."

"I know, but Yuner, aren't you worried too?"

Someone in the attic was whispering with deep concern, and such conversations seemed to have happened many times in 130,000 years.

"Wonderful old man."

Suddenly, a soft call came from outside the quiet small courtyard.

There is also sound in the attic.

Fu Xuan's expression was shocked.

"I heard the call, can you hear Yuner?"

"No, do you miss it too much?"

"illusion?"

Fu Xuan was puzzled.

"Wonderful old man."

The sound came again, and Fu Xuan was shocked when he heard it.

"I really heard it, don't you hear Yun'er?"

Shi Yun willow eyebrows slightly frowning

She was about to speak when she heard a soft call.

"Patriarch."

There is a stunning look on that beautiful face.

The two looked at each other.

"Not an illusion."

Squeaking, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

"Hey, strange old man, patriarch, I'm back."

Familiar sounds came from the door.

Suddenly, both Fu Xuan and Shi Yun looked over.

"Smelly boy (Tian Jun)!"

The figure who thought he would never see again in this life appeared and stood in front of them.

After a while, they had an illusion, that it was an illusion produced by Riyousi, even if they were the emperor, they also had this idea.

"Really brat."

This illusion lasted less than a moment, and Fu Xuan was extremely surprised.

"You came back from that road and didn't die? Or is this your dead soul?" Fu Xuan, as always, didn't pay attention.

Sometimes Dao Tianjun wondered if he was really a member of Fu Xuan and his clan, and they came from the same line, so this character didn't have to run away.

That said.

Fu Xuan watched continuously with Shi Yun, and his eyes were concerned.

They were watching whether Dao Tianjun had any injuries. Now they are the ultimate figures. They have been to the forbidden area, learned about the secrets of some of the wasteland, knowing some things they want to return from that road, and are afraid that Dao Tianjun will be injured and lost. return.

"I'm fine."

Dao Tianjun smiled.

After checking and confirming that it was okay, Fu Xuan directly hugged Dao Tianjun.

"Boy, you really came back."

Just the next moment.

Fu Xuan's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand with a violent shudder.

"Boy, you're here, but you're still whispering outside, teasing us, we should fight."

Miraculously, in Fu Xuan's eyes, he didn't see Dao Tianjun dodge.

This violent chestnut was in the middle.

"what!"

There was a cry of pain, and Fu Xuan covered his hand.

"Have you modified your head railroad, you brat, your head is so hard."

"Hehe." Dao Tianjun smiled strangely. He was the immortal king, and it was a shame to give Fu Xuan such a thud.

Immediately, he squinted, with a weird expression, and hummed, "I'm not watching the strange old man, you are crying, thinking about teasing you."

"Crying? You got it wrong, that's the wind today."

Fu Xuan refused to admit it.

Shi Yun smiled bitterly. The two men are both big and young, and their cultivation bases are unparalleled in the world, and they are just like children when they meet each other.

"You guys."

Shi Yun chuckled slightly. In fact, when she saw Dao Tianjun again, her eyes were already red, tears were falling, and her mood fluctuated.

She didn't get along with Dao Tianjun much, but every time she cherished it, she treated Dao Tianjun as her own tribe, or even her own child.

Fu Xuan would cry, she had never cried before.

"Worried the patriarch."

Dao Tianjun's heart moved with warmth and guilt.

It took him so long to come back, which made Fu Xuan and Shi Yun worried, and felt sorry.

"It's good to be able to come back." Shi Yun shook his head, his voice was soft, loving, and there was a trace of tremor. It was enough to be able to see Dao Tianjun again, knowing that he was fine.

"Yeah." Dao Tianjun nodded and responded with a trembling sound. In fact, he had been enduring the urge to cry.

"Hmm, brat, you want to cry, don't you, cry, cry better."

Fu Xuan said.

There is a longing in his eyes, he wants to win a game here.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun looked over, and in Fu Xuan's eyes, he couldn't help crying, and the water mist that appeared made Dao Tianjun directly use his magical power to get rid of it.

Upon seeing this, Fu Xuan almost kicked it.

This brat is not going to give a chance.

"What are you doing now?" Fu Xuan finally asked what he had been questioning.

As early as when Dao Tianjun came in, he clearly felt that although Dao Tianjun’s aura was converging, the immortal king’s aura was difficult to conceal. Fu Xuan’s eyesight was absolutely top-notch, otherwise he would not find Dao Tianjun. As a member of the Shiyun tribe.

"The fairy king."

Dao Tianjun whispered softly.

"On the surface is real combat power."

Fu Xuan said such a sentence, his eyes flickering.

The person who knows Dao Tianjun's combat power best, Fu Xuan is ranked first in this world.

"Surface." The corner of Dao Tianjun's mouth swayed.

"What is the truth."

"My immortal king is respected, and I can fight the quasi immortal emperor."

The smile on Dao Tianjun's face became brighter and brighter, with a look of surprise, surprise, and unhappy expression.

"..."

Fu Xuan was a little autistic.

For a long time, Fu Xuan regained his senses and said three words, "Damn it."

He exploded directly.

Unbearable.

Is this kid cultivating weapons?

"Have you seen You'er and the others?" Fu Xuan said again.

Hearing this, Dao Tianjun shook his head. He heard Fu Xuan's voice and found them for the first time, but he had not yet seen them.

"Then you can go."

Fu Xuan waved his hand.

How could Dao Tianjun fail to understand that Fu Xuan didn't want to listen to himself groaning.

Immediately, Dao Tianjun also said that he planned to wake up Huo Rouyun and the others before leaving the small courtyard.

Looking at the back of Dao Tianjun.

The eyes of Fu Xuan and Shi Yun were filled with relief.

But, soon Fu Xuan watched Dao Tianjun go away, and he turned around with endless grievances in his eyes.

"Am I scrapped."

Fu Xuan looked distressed, how could he be so rubbish.

Shi Yun hugged Fu Xuan, "Why, in my eyes you are still the best."

"Yeah." Fu Xuan plunged his head into Shi Yun's fierce sea, and hugged him.

In these days when Tianjun dominated the world, only Shi Yun could warm his heart.

Dao Tianjun walked toward the other end of the depths of the Immortal Mountain.

There is a palace there, as if hollowed out the inner wall of Immortal Mountain, and embedded in it.

The palace is simple and simple, with countless immortal gold materials.

This is what Dao Tianjun spent 220,000 years building, using all his accumulated savings in this universe, and constantly casting it ~lightnovelpub.net~ It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is not big, compared to it. The palace gates are generally small.

There is heaven and earth in the palace.

The white mist is vast, the fairy qi is lingering, the richness is almost liquid, the fragrance is soothing, and the source of the gods can be seen everywhere in it.

There are three immortal ice beds on it.

Three beautiful and alluring women lay on it, peaceful and quiet.

Regardless of the changes in the outside world, they remain the same.

Dao Tianjun looked at Huo Rouyun and the others, eyes full of tenderness.

He is now three hundred and four hundred thousand years old. The time they spend with him is very short, only a few thousand years, but that is his best time, and they cannot forget their company...

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There are only two changes today (Hold your head and tremble)