"what!"

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Lu Ming thumped his chest for a while. At this time, the world is in a state of ruin, and the Taiji Dojo is the best in the world. What is more than one word to do?

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But seeing the two of them disappear without a trace, he had to shake his head and sigh, turned back shyly, and went back to the dojo to arrange a meeting ceremony.

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He also knew in his heart that, compared to the ghosts outside the world, everything here is a trivial matter.

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If it weren't for the uncertainty of heaven and earth, I'm afraid that these two people would have followed the old heavenly master long ago.

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……

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Huhu!

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The storm of dimensional shattering blows incessantly in the empty void.

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In the place where the aftermath of the war spreads, the Earth and Immortal Dao has been turned upside down, and the void between the worlds is even more devastated.

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Countless dimensions, the wreckage of the cave, kept colliding in the storm, bursting out terrifying ripples.

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This is already a place of real destruction, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even the great Primordial Spirit cultivator who has ten magical powers in one, will be disappointed.

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This is the real 'ground of holy war', in which there is infinite terror.

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It is not only the dimension that exists in it that is destroyed, but also the wreckage of the world of Demon Realm, Heaven and Human, and Animal Realm. The chaos is not just the void itself.

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There is also the time and space that has been affected, ancient history.

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Pieces of light and shadow drifting from nowhere, come and go in the void storm, some are broken, and some are gradually stabilized.

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"Finally, it's stable..."

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In the light and shadow, there is a sacred mountain that was originally magnificent and beautiful, but now there are only wrecks. One after another figure stood up from the ruins.

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She looked at the outside world in horror and dazedness, her body trembling slightly.

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Among them, there are many cultivators who have already condensed the great supernatural powers, but at this time, looking at the Void Storm, their faces are all pale.

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"No wonder it is said that only real powers can set foot in time and space, which is too terrifying..."

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An old man in ragged clothes stood up tremblingly, shook off the dust on his body, and looked at his two younger brothers and sisters who were the only remaining fruits, with a sad face:

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"The difference of a single thought actually caused my Taoism to be truly destroyed. Miserable, miserable, miserable... If I can't find my ancestor..."

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Lao Dao felt extremely sad in his heart.

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When they came to this time and space, they paid an incomparably huge price.

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"If you can find the ancestors of all dynasties, no matter how big the price is, it will be worth it."

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The boy who changed into a blue Taoist robe let out a long breath:

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"The cultivators are extremely powerful. If I can't escape, the Daoist inheritance will be truly cut off. Now, although we have suffered heavy losses, at least, in this space and time, there shouldn't be cultivators, right? Perhaps, there is no such thing." Emperor Yuanyang'!"

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Speaking of the 'Qi Refining Scholar', the three of them all had ashen faces and gritted their teeth. When it came to the 'Emperor Yuanyang', they all had expressions of fear on their faces, and the two were fighting each other.

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No one is willing to set foot in time and space, it is really a last resort.

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In the time and space where they are located, Yuanyang is in the sky, and the world is full of Qi practitioners. They are absolutely invincible. There is really no place for them to survive.

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"I felt the aura of inspiration, but, why is it so weak? Is this really the Chronicle of the Gods?"

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The only Taoist nun among the three suddenly spoke up, her delicate face distorted in shock: "No, no... You, look, then, isn't that the wreckage of the world?!"

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"Demon, demonic energy? No, still, demonic energy..."

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"Oh my God!"

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The expressions of the two changed, and they raised their heads and looked around, only to see a terrifyingly large wreck floating around, sometimes colliding, shaking off the mountains and stars.

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The frightened faces turned pale.

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All worlds are being destroyed...

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"This, this is the end of the gods era..."

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Lao Dao's voice trembled: "It is said that at the end of the age of the gods, Yuan Yang was born, slaughtered all the worlds, and reopened the world..."

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"Wait... Senior Brother, look, what is that?"

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The young Taoist suddenly changed his expression and pointed to the depths of the void.

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In that light and shadow, they seemed to see the legendary Mount Xumi that had long since collapsed, and even the ancestral courtyard of the Daomen!

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And, getting closer.

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"No, no... I seem to have seen a lot of Mount Sumeru..."

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The old man was dumbfounded.

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"This, how is this possible? Illusion, it must not be the real Mount Sumeru! Mount Sumeru, there is only one!"

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When the three of them were horrified, they suddenly heard an exclamation: "Of course that is Mount Sumeru, and this is not an illusion..."

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"Who?"

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The three of them were startled, and saw a barefooted youth stomping on the void, pacing, seemingly slow, but in fact extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the three of them.

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"Who is your Excellency?"

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Lao Dao's throat twitched for a moment, and he reluctantly asked, the other two were already on the verge of being enemies.

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"The poor surname is Ge."

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The young Taoist smiled slightly, but his eyes did not leave the depths of the void. His eyes were bright, just like his voice, sonorous and powerful:

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"The years are endless, and there is not only one Mount Sumeru... Those Mount Sumeru that are getting closer and closer are all real! Like you, it is the ripples that are shaken from the long river of time and space by the aftermath of the powerful fight. …”

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time, the river of time and space...

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Shocked down...

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The three of them looked in a trance, as if listening to a book from heaven, and stood on the spot for a while.

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"No!"

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The young Daoist came back to his senses and looked at Ge Daoren, as if facing a great enemy: "You, how did you know so clearly?"

The other two also came back to their senses, with vigilance in their eyes.

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"Don't the three of you think that with your meager cultivation and the little tricks of a few immortal idiots, you can cross time and space and go back to the past without dying?"

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Watching the three of them go from vigilance to doubt, and finally their expressions changed drastically, a smile appeared on Ge Daoren's face:

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"You can come and not die, naturally it is the handwriting of the poor!"

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"you you!"

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The three of Lao Dao were excited and sour in their hearts, scared and scared. When they spoke, their teeth kept colliding: "You, who are you?!"

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"hehe."

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Ge Daoren smiled but did not answer, took out a whisk from the void, and waved heavily towards the depths of the void:

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"open!"

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A light reprimand, but it seems to follow the law!

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The misty and empty nothingness suddenly swayed with ripples. Immediately, there were surging waves, followed by a terrifying sound that was overwhelming.

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A majestic and sacred portal slowly opened under the horrified eyes of the three.

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The three of them were really looking.

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Behind the huge portal like a pillar of the sky, there is a terrifying indescribable mighty river.

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Desolate and ancient, there seems to be endless honor and disgrace in it.

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That is, time goes by!

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The three people's hearts became more and more throbbing, but they couldn't even pronounce a single syllable.

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"The Great Ship of the Spirit of Fire... rafting above the time and space, in the midst of the passage of time..."

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Lao Dao suddenly woke up and looked at Ge Daoren like a ghost: "You, you are a Tai Chi Daoist, Ge Xiaoxian!"

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fear!

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Great horror!

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The three people, including Lao Dao, only felt that an invisible big hand was holding their heart, and for a while, they almost suffocated.

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Ge Xiaoxian!

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Compared to this time and space, this name may be unknown, but in the time and space where they came from, this name is truly resonant.

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The Taiji Taoist Ge Xiaoxian, who holds the authority of all realms, is respected by Qi refiners all over the world!

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Legend has it that he has the ability to understand the past and the future, and the ability to reverse life and death.

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Among the Taiji Daoists of all dynasties, they can all be ranked in the top five!

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But who would have thought that not only would he be able to travel through time, but he would actually bring people here...

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"Poor Daoist Ge Xiaoxian."

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Ge Daoren pulled the whisk, causing the fire spirit ship to travel through time and space, submerging into nothingness, and just then smiled lightly:

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"Do you guys know why you can only locate the beacon of this time and space?"

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"you……"

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The three of Lao Dao's eyes were sluggish, and their hearts were dead. After hearing the words, they said in a sullen voice: "Well, that is the method that my Dao Sect patriarch has given to the sky, you, you..."

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"The way of heaven is not to be feared, let alone 'ordered by heaven'."

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Immortal Ge Xiao took a palm and pinched the three people together with the hole in the shattered eye between them:

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"The Patriarch has long since broken. Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, how can you surpass the Patriarch?"

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hum!

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In the midst of nothingness, the fire spirit ship shone with light, and all kinds of talismans circulated and transformed outside it, and one after another silhouettes on the deck could be seen leaning on the railings.

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"The place where the light shines, could it be the dojo where the Patriarch parted? According to legend, the Patriarch killed the demons here and achieved the divine supreme..."

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"That light and shadow intertwined, could it be the 'Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree'? According to legend, Patriarch Cihang used his 'Dao Xin' to 'plant demons', and the foundation was this 'Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree'!"

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"The time and space when the Patriarch became enlightened! How lucky I am to wait? I would like to thank Master Ge, except for his old man, no one is willing to ferry time and space..."

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"Grandpa..."

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……

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There was a lot of discussion on the Huo Ling big ship. In the past, everyone who was serious and rigid in front of the disciples and disciples was all excited at this time.

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Yuanyang Ji is infinitely more powerful than the Ji of the Gods, but there are not many people who can spy on time and space, and there are very few who cross it.

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Even if the entire Tai Chi Dojo~lightnovelpub.net~ is able to sail through time and space, the power of sailing for years is only ten fingers.

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With such an existence, it is rare to have the habit of taking people.

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Naturally, it will not be easy for them to come here, but that's all.

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This view is the limit, but it is absolutely impossible to go further.

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It's not that time and space are not allowed, but that Ge Xiaoxian is not allowed.

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The time and space of the Patriarch's enlightenment is a real taboo place. Except for the Taiji Daoists of all dynasties, no one is qualified to approach this place.

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"Ancestor..."

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Taking the remnants of the Taoist sect in his hand, Ge Xiaoxian took a deep breath, stepped on the void, and headed towards the depths of the void, the seven-treasure tree that crowns the Netherworld.

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He has been enlightened for a long time, and he has stepped into the long river several times, but it is the first time that he has really come to this time and space.

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Not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

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This space-time is not just the past. In a sense, this space-time has no past, no future, only the present!

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It was as if someone had been stripped from the ancient history.

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Not long after he walked, he stopped his steps, and when he looked into the distance, he saw that the Seven Treasures Tree was humming and trembling, and the rays of light were burning brightly.

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One monk and one team, playing against each other.

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