The memories of the past are still there, but they are covered in dust for a long time, but in an instant, it is like a pebble thrown into a puddle, stirring up ripples, and the once silent water surface becomes much more lively.

Zulong stared at the huge face with his eyes. Although he was in this so-called scroll, he had been walking for thousands of years, from his last body to the Supreme Emperor, he walked all the way, and misty rain fell behind him. Most of his old friends died. Even if there were still those who still survived, he could not keep up with the pace and became a stranger, but he still felt powerless at this time.

The only difference is that the invincible spirit that can be cultivated by suppressing the heaven and earth cannot tolerate the timidity of Zulong. Even if his strength is not as strong as others, Zulong still has to swing his sword. If this sword is not comfortable, he will not be able to feel at ease and be uneven, so what path can he practice? If he deceives himself, he should have to splatter blood for five steps. Even if he cannot overturn the heaven and earth, how can the weak not be able to roar?

"Why should a fellow Zulong be uneasy? I replaced my identity and was invincible for my lifetime. Isn't it a huge accumulation of great things to be a fellow Zulong? In the past, Zulong was not weak in talent, but he never overwhelmed all the heroes. I was the peak of the immortal road, so I couldn't raise the invincible spirit. In this way, I could not prove Pangu."

"Since that's the case, the cause and effect that owes you still need to be paid back by fellow Zulong."

After Fuxi finished speaking, every inch of flesh and blood on the Ancestral Dragon was glowing, as if it had become a huge ball of light. In it, the light shone like the rising of the divine sun, and the infinite light and heat were dispersed. The Ancestral Dragon was bathed in the imperial energy and the roar of the great way.

The Taoist light was surging like a torrent, with brilliant Taoist magic being used, and the waves were sparkling again. The great way of water penetrated through the vast sky. In front of the ancestor dragon, three flowers bloomed together, and the green light slowly shook. The ancestor dragon waved the dragon claws and shot a blow that reached its peak.

That was Zulong venting all his anger and resentment, turning it into a killing of this ugly world, and being bullied, which would make the world fall and destroy Fuxi's plot.

In Zulong's view, Fuxi took all his efforts and made many plans. I believe that this so-called great world has extraordinary significance for Fuxi.

Although this vast world is just a vast ancient history reflecting the world, it is a wave that misses its own position in the long river of time. It rises in an instant and jumps out of the river. It does not mean a change in fate, but may also be the withering of despair after futile struggle.

The world is as lingering as a painting, all of which become false. At this time, the world becomes mist and rain, scattered in the vast void. Isn’t it a pleasure? After death, it becomes dust, and before death, it is smoke and clouds.

Zulong was uneasy. If it was useful to Fuxi, then Zulong would certainly not miss it.

But Zulong is still rational. Even if he really wants to deal with Fuxi, he may be delusional. It would be better to destroy this great world. If Fuxi can make him feel heartbroken, it would seem very good.

But no matter what you do, the Zulong seems to be unable to escape death. In fact, if the Zulong is willing to soften his bones, then bowing to Fuxi is also a good choice.

In this way, there may be a way out, but I still can't pass the level in my heart.

There was a complex color flowing in the Zulong's eyes, which may also be related to the invincibility of Fuxi's identity.

Invincible in this life, you will be able to bear your head easily?

Some of them are indeterminate between gains and losses.

The ancestor dragon held his head up and stared at Fuxi. Fuxi didn't say anything, and looked calmly at the ancestor dragon destroying the world, collapsing mountains and seas, and the chaotic air flow rolled, turning into the last masterpiece of the world.

There are creatures who are dead end and set out on the end, roaring hysterically, and watching life and death quietly, watching their bodies fall into dust, without feeling sad, anger, sorrow, and resentment throwing light, like dust, nymphs and ants...

Many resentment, greed and anger appear, as if they turn into chains and are entangled on the body of the ancestor dragon.

But how could Zulong care? What if there is more cause and effect and evil reward? At worst, this body falls and is born noble, how can it be willing to fall into mud?

Not to mention, the Ancestral Dragon actually couldn't make too much thought at this time. Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to have a new will. Even if the Ancestral Dragon exerted its great power, the vast and unpredictable road roared into endless Taoist lights and hustled, it could not reverse this change.

Suddenly, the flesh and blood of the ancestor dragon exploded, the bones splattered, and the blood flowed all over the ground, forming a waterfall, the blood light became a disaster, and the long sky turned into fog, which continued to disperse.

The endless blood and bones sprinkled in two completely opposite directions, and then there was a roaring sound that echoed continuously, and then two figures appeared in the blood light.

One of them, without thinking too much, is naturally the Ancestral Dragon. The Ancestral Dragon didn't have time to feel the feeling of weakness coming from his body. Looking up, he saw Fuxi's figure on the other side transformed from nothingness, gradually condensed, and then completely appeared in this world.

The surging waves rolled over, as if they were about to drown Fuxi in it, but Fuxi was bathed in a brilliant rain, so transcendent and majestic that wherever he stood, he turned into a divine land.

Zulong was frightened and furious. Fuxi's methods exceeded Zulong's expectations. What kind of taboo method is this? Zulong knew nothing about this.

I thought Fuxi valued this great world very much, but he didn't expect that he just wanted to usurp some kind of power from the Zulong.

But Fuxi is so strong, what is the purpose of doing this?

Zulong was full of doubts and was puzzled. Zulong felt that something had been lost forever.

He calmed down and felt the changes in his body carefully. The Zulong's eyes were brilliant and he used his magical powers to display. He saw that above Fuxi's head, there was endless stream of light like birds returning to the forest, converging into rivers and seas, and finally turned into purple air. The purple air drooped like a waterfall, reflecting Fuxi's sacred and majestic shore.

"It's my fate."

Zulong stared at Fuxi, a little confused.

"My destiny is naturally extraordinary, but there should be a big gap with fellow Taoist Fuxi, right?"

The Ancestral Dragon did not make a reckless move. In the nine heavens, Fuxi's face appeared. It was as if the supreme will of heaven, and a wisp of great power flowed through it, which was enough to make the Ancestral Dragon doom endlessly.

Fuxi chuckled and sighed: "The Jingyang's methods are extraordinary. It is very difficult for me to completely defeat him. We poured down our might and opened up an independent timeline. At present, this great world is a little embers left on that timeline."

"You fell into the great realm and assimilated with the heaven and earth. Otherwise, you will have the opportunity to see this great realm become a ghost realm. How can you share the same respect for all spirits? It's just that the evil ghost is unwilling to be silent."

"And I am one of this evil ghost. I am a dead creature and cannot tolerate the world. In this world, this time line is all false. The world has not been opened for a long time. Where can such a heavy mottled ancient history come from? It is magnificent for all ages, and it is all smoke and clouds. Without the help of the Zulong fellow Taoist, life and death cannot be reversed. From a wisp of embers, some sparks are born. The dust of nirvana should also be broken and decayed, and new branches are drawn from the rotten wood."

Zulong was moved by Fuxi's words, "Fellow Taoist Fuxi is dead?"

"So, is Jingyang the upper hand?"

This is not a good thing. Jing Yang won, even if there was a big purge, but as soon as this thought arose, Zulong smiled bitterly. The current situation was not good, and it seemed that there was no need to think about it so long, and it was a bit worrying.
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