The quiet old road stands on the top of the mountain, overlooking the distance.

Like him, Heqi Zhenren couldn't sit still and walked back and forth.

"It's a long way to go, but you can come as soon as you want?"

Zangtian Lao Dao yawned, feeling quite calm.

He can stand and talk without pain in his back. If this matter is going to happen to him, he is probably more anxious than these two people and has completely lost the Holy Son of Daluo. With his nature of not thinking about heaven, it is strange that he can be kind.

One day in the outside world lasts more than ten years in the Demon World.

Looking down from the sky, the dark world is filled with lightning and thunder.

And Zhao Gongzi and Thunder Zhao Yun were fighting fiercely in it.

That's right...the two of them have been fighting for more than ten years.

Zhao Yun wanted to transcend himself, but his state of mind did not change.

It is precisely because of the lack of transformation that this battle lasted so long.

I woke up several times during my tenure as the Sword Master, but remained silent for a long time.

After more than ten years of indulgence, he is still a remnant soul. It is not that he cannot gather his natal soul, but that he lacks supplies. The Huntian Demon Realm is completely isolated from the outside world, and there is no trace of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. This is the root cause of Zhao Yun's dilemma.
Chapter completed!