The people in Duer'erzong paper seemed to have no idea at all.

Still hugging in a bunch.

"Yi Jue, what do you know?" The Holy Emperor Li Ping was not sure, but still asked.

At this moment, Taoist Yijue actually raised his eyes and took them back from the passage.

Both eyeballs with long paper tapes flew to the side of Tianyang's remains.

I walked several times in a row.

Judging from the expression of Yijue Taoist, it seems that he really recognized something.

"Old Taoist, I just have a guess."

"It's not true."

The Holy Emperor waved his hand: "But it's okay."

It seemed that he was afraid that people would hear it, and Taoist Jue turned his eyes and looked outside the Holy Emperor.

Then he said word by word: "About that great master of Tiandu, we have been guessing since ancient times."

"The great master has fallen. What he taught the ten immortal techniques is just a thought he retained after his death."

"Inheriting the memory of the great master [preaching]."

As Taoist Yijue said this, the paper man of Du'er Sect hugged him tighter and tighter, as if there was a terrible existence around him about to approach.

“The missionary thoughts are neither creatures nor energy.”

“More like…”

The Holy Emperor thoughtful and continued, "The Great Way Resonates."

A Taoist clapped his hands and praised, "The Holy Emperor is really good at understanding!"

"The immortals fall, and their way is empty. The immortal way is everywhere. If anyone can even get closer to their essence, it will resonate with the Tao."

"In the capital of heaven, there is the way of preaching."
Chapter completed!