Hong Huang: Wen Zhong was robbed, I can't hold on to his father

He took a deep breath and spoke.

"Body and skin, don't try to restrain me, Feng Wuji, to use my sword! If I can't fight with the Heavenly Dao today, I, Feng Wuji, will die with peace!"

next moment!

Everyone was shocked to see that Feng Wuji's clumsy body flying towards the sky suddenly began to fall towards the East China Sea!

A silver-white Feng Wuji rises from the sky, holding a sword and moving forward!

This Feng Wuji seemed to have returned to his appearance not long ago, and the aura around him seemed to have crossed time and space in an instant and returned to the strongest!

"I am invincible in the world, if I don't fight the sky, I will fight with someone!"

"Heaven, come and die!"

The silvery-white Feng Wuji had already reached a million feet of space in the blink of an eye, and then he plunged into Tiantian's eye with his sword!

then!

The void trembled, and billions of lights and shadows flickered endlessly!

The road roars, and the road trembles!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Feng Wuji and the way of heaven are fighting on the East China Sea, in the eyes of the sky!

......

When seeing that silver-white Feng Wuji appear, there were countless shocking voices one after another!

"Faith makes the sword! He actually still has this move!"

"Feng Wuji actually threw away his body, burned his energy and energy, and wanted to use his sword!"

"I am invincible in the world, if I don't fight the sky, I will fight with someone!"

"What a terrifying fighting spirit! What a crazy fighting spirit!"

"I never thought that there are such people in the world! This move is enough to be famous and shocking forever!"

......

Countless monks who had already revered Feng Wuji like gods bowed down again.

"We will send you the Wind Master!"

"The wind master should go away with peace of mind, and my generation of monks will inherit the spirit and fighting spirit of the wind master, and practice diligently!"

"Today's feat of Fengshi, I will record the events in Dingleshi, and pass them on to future generations! Let the countless souls of the younger generations recite the story of Fengshi!"

.......

Ever since Feng Wuji jumped into the Eye of Heaven.

Endless dark clouds covered everything.

The sentient beings only hear the rumble of thunder, the roar of the avenue, the trembling of the heaven and the earth, and the wailing of the dao.

It took a full half an hour before it stopped.

As for the course of this battle.

Even a sage cannot observe it.

The result of this battle.

There was no further discussion.

Because everyone knows it.

Feng Wuji's last scene of fighting the sky with a sword is already the most perfect curtain call he left to all living beings in the wild.

Any further discussion is superfluous.

......

in chaos.

Wen Changsheng sat in the void, a white light melted into his body, causing his aura to surge again.

"Number Three, what's going on with our plan?"

Chapter 92 Mu Yaoyao, Mu Tiantian

Feng Wuji's voice sounded.

"According to your plan, that name has been left at the core of the Heavenly Dao."

Wen Changsheng nodded in satisfaction, with a triumphant smile on his face.

Slashing Yuanshi with a single sword is a head start!

Using the Classics of Mountains and Seas to lead the Wa Emperor back, is a slam dunk!

And Feng Wuji's final blow!

It was his third step!

Go straight to Huanglong!

"Good! Welcome back!"

......

flood.

A place where words cannot be spoken, and even the rules of time and space cannot be restrained.

There are avenues, criss-crossing.The endless way interweaves hundreds of millions of nets, covering and wrapping everything.

If there are creatures from the prehistoric desolate, they will be shocked beyond measure if they come to this place.

This place is filled with the breath of Tao, and all the principles and avenues represented by countless monks, creatures, and all things in the prehistoric world, and even through the ages, can be seen here.

This place is like the Temple of Myriad Taos, allowing people to easily observe all kinds of avenues.

......

This place has been the same since ancient times, and it is difficult to change for hundreds of millions of years.

There was a sudden change this day.

A name suddenly resounded in this strange land.

"Mu Yaoyao!"

At first it was just one voice, however, soon, voices one after another began to sound!

"Mu Yaoyao!"

"Mu Yaoyao!"

.......

And then!

Hundreds of millions of voices calling at the same time.

"Mu Yaoyao!"

......

When the first voice sounded, Countless Dao sensed the changes in this place, and there were some changes.

Some Taos began to move, while others began to roar.

As if trying to judge the sound, it seems that it will have an adverse effect on this place!

But soon!

The Tao then regained its calm.

What is the impact of a mere voice? !

then.

Sounds began to fill this mysterious, untouched space!

"Mu Yaoyao!"

"Mu Yaoyao!"

......

Under the layers of avenues, the three thousand roads are covered.

In an extremely secret space.

A beautiful figure sat in front of a stage.

Three thousand blue silks hang from the waist and spread behind the shoulders.

There is a white mask on the face, covering the whole face, not seeing the real face, not knowing the beauty and ugliness.

There is no shape or pattern on the white mask, just like a piece of white paper, but there is a mysterious whirlpool that keeps changing.

She is wearing a colorful Taoist robe, the pattern on the Taoist robe is born in the form of Da Dao, and the silk thread for sewing is actually woven with three thousand threads!

There are lights and shadows constantly appearing on the Taoist robes, there are nine heavenly towers, there are prehistoric mountains and rivers, there are ghostly lands, and there are ancient stars hanging in the sky...

It was as if the entire prehistoric world had turned into light and shadow, covering its body and adding luster to it!

She sat on the ground with her Taoist robe covering her legs and hanging down on the ground.

In a trance, there will be bursts of doubtful voices from under the white mask.

"Who am I? Why can't I always remember?"

......

who I am? !

For hundreds of millions of years, she has asked this answer countless times, but she has never had an answer.

Don't know since when.

She has forgotten countless things, and many things.

But in her memory, there was always a voice.

A voice that she had long since forgotten.

She once said to her: "A living being, no matter how high or low it is, no matter what its fate is, it must never forget who you are!"

She remembered that there was something behind that sentence, but she couldn't remember it anyway.

But these words have already caused her to fall into endless distress.

Who is she? !

Every time she thinks about this question, she feels that the answer is on her lips, but she just can't think of it.

So she kept thinking!

keep asking!

Always remember!

.......

Time means nothing here, but everything about her doesn't even mean anything.

But this question became her only meaning.

It was as if her existence was to understand this question!

......

suddenly!

She moved her ears and heard the cry clearly.