Zhao Yun's vision lasted for three to five days.

During this period, the sound of his natal path also resounded endlessly.

The transformation continues, and we are gradually approaching the Great Nirvana.

Looking around, a lot of people have gathered, including disciples of the Taoist Tomb and elders of the Taoist Tomb. Most of them are listening to the Taoist message, and there are also some who come to appreciate the vision. It is inevitable to sigh and sigh.

How much the juniors laugh at themselves, so unmatched!

The elders are also ashamed, the younger generations are to be feared!

On the sixth day and night, the Taoist incarnation descended from the sky.

A senior who doesn't like to talk doesn't mean he is serious.

Such as this one, who took advantage of the silence of the night to bleed some of Mr. Zhao's blood.

According to him, after such a big accident here, there must be something left behind.

He set a good example, and even in the next few days, there were always old guys coming here to visit, saying it was cool here, but in fact they came here for bloodletting, and they said they borrowed it for study.

boom!

On the tenth day, I was shocked to hear a roar from heaven and earth at the tomb.

Looking sideways, I realized that a palace had collapsed and was smashed by someone.

It was Fairy Wuyou who went crazy, and the man who came to bleed Zhao Yun was beaten and disabled by a palm.

From that day on, few people came here for a walk.

From this day on, the world became much calmer.

Compared to the tomb, the outside world is still very lively.

More people came down from the God Realm, including Immortal Kings, Demigod Realms, and Supreme Beings.

They are all powerful masters, each one more arrogant than the other, causing bloody catastrophes in the starry sky. Even the Holy Land of Cultivation, the Great Desolate Continent, is filled with smoke and wars all day long.

Too many ancient inheritances migrated, and many immortal mountains were left empty and occupied by newcomers. What's worse, they went hunting in the starry sky together, slaughtering one star field after another.

Woohoo...!

I don't know which day, the wails of fierce ghosts sounded from deep in the starry sky.

Everyone who heard it felt trembling in their hearts, and felt that the world of heaven was connected to hell.

Some brave elders went to inquire about it, but as soon as they set foot on the starry sky, they were destroyed by the divine light. Over time, no one dared to approach it anymore, as if it had been classified as a restricted area.

In fact, it was not a restricted area, but a ghost created by the gods. The gods who once besieged and killed Zhao Yun were among them. A majestic mountain-like altar was moved from nowhere and was placed across the starry sky. The so-called ghosts were wailing.

It is passed down from this altar that there are souls locked on it, including human cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators. They all have one thing in common, they are all related to the gods. Most of them are evil spirits derived after the gods were buried.
Chapter completed!