Chapter 428

"You can become the Immortal Emperor."

The words echoed in his ears, and Tao Tianjun stared.

Did the old man do it on purpose?

He is still so wicked, just as he let the people know that the cold pool of the little waster master is not the strongest, but he didn't tell what the strongest is. It's completely the same meaning, which can drive people crazy.

"I'm not wrong. It's really much simpler."

The old man looked at Tao Tianjun and seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Even if you become an Immortal Emperor, it will be a near death if you really go to the upper reaches of the long river of years to catch people."

"There's no other way?"

Tao Tianjun frowned.

"No." the old man shook his head, and immediately he thought of something, "you can go to the virtual god world."

Obviously, there is something Dao Tianjun needs in the virtual divine world.

Dao Tianjun heard this and nodded slightly.

Since we have learned from the ancient ancestors that there is no other way, there is no need to force it.

After that, Dao Tianjun left.

Without disturbing the peaceful life of the people, Dao Tianjun overlooks the remnant wasteland.

One step.

He stepped from the forbidden area into the immortal mountain, the big black mountain sealed after he left.

"I'm back."

Entering the moment of immortality, Tao Tianjun had a smile on his face.

After leaving, the immortal mountain is completely silent. It is extremely peaceful. The world has never changed for 130000 years.

Glancing.

The enlightenment tea tree in front of the mountain is full of all kinds of tea, glittering with fairy light.

I haven't seen it for many years, but it's still like that. It seems that it has been like this since ancient times. The sea has changed, but it remains the same.

Under the tree, there are people sitting in the wasteland, feeling the way of heaven, practicing and seeking longevity.

"Wuwu..."

At this time, there was a sound of sadness and a kind of great mourning in the depths of the undead mountain.

It was sad that someone was crying.

"What is this?"

Enlightened, the creatures under the tea tree opened their eyes and looked at the undead mountain.

Some old people sighed and looked at the black mountain.

"It was Fu Xuan's ancestors crying."

Listen to this sentence, everyone's body is shocked, and they have heard it.

Since Daozu left.

During these 130000 years, there were occasional cries and mourning in the depths of the undead mountain.

The people of the remnant wasteland knew that this was Fu Xuan's ancestors waking up from their eternal sleep again. They remembered the old things, couldn't put them down and didn't forget the Taoist ancestors.

Years are running away.

Fu Xuan became stronger and stronger. With his strong perseverance and Shi Yun's company, he endured loneliness and won the top.

But in a few tens of thousands of years, he always woke up and endured loneliness, but he couldn't forget the past and couldn't let go.

Tao Tianjun's eyes were shining, and he was moved and sorry.

Unique courtyard.

Fairy flowers and grass swaying, they are more colorful, there are magic drugs to die, but also seeds to germinate.

Behind the garden is the attic courtyard.

Over the years, the attic was as one, dust-free and spotless. The gauze curtains were fluttering in the wind. The furnishings in the small courtyard house were as clean and tidy as they were 130000 years ago.

There's nothing missing, except a trace of vitality.

"Tianjun has excellent talent. He can't be compared with him for thousands of years. He has ridden the world for thousands of years. He is now living well in the immortal region."

"I know, but aren't you worried, yun'er?"

Someone in the attic is whispering and deeply caring, and such dialogue seems to have happened many times in 130000 years.

"Wonderful old man."

Suddenly, a soft call came from outside the quiet courtyard.

There is also sound in the attic.

Fu Xuan looked shocked.

"I heard the call, yun'er, can you hear it?"

"No, are you missing too much?"

"Illusion?"

Fu Xuan wondered.

"Wonderful old man."

The sound came again. Fu Xuan heard it and was stunned.

"I really heard it, yun'er. Didn't you hear it?"

Stone clouds and willow eyebrows frown slightly

She was about to speak when a soft cry came from her ear.

"Patriarch."

There was an amazing look on that beautiful face.

The two looked at each other.

"It's not an illusion."

Creak, push the door.

"Hey, I'm back, old wonderful man and patriarch."

Familiar sounds came from the door.

Suddenly, Fu Xuan and Shi Yun looked away.

"Smelly boy (Tianjun)!"

The figure who thought he would never see again in his life appeared and stood in front of them.

For a moment, they had an illusion that it was the illusion of thinking day by day. Even if they were the great emperor, they also had this idea.

"It's really a smelly boy."

This illusion lasted less than a moment, and Fu Xuan was very surprised.

"You have come back from that road, not dead? Or is this your soul?" Fu Xuan, as always, was out of tune.

Sometimes Tao Tianjun wondered whether he was really Fu Xuan's people. They came from the same vein. This character didn't have to run.

Even so.

Fu Xuan, together with Shi Yun, kept watching, with concern in his eyes.

They are watching whether Dao Tianjun is injured. Now they are extremely Taoist figures. They have been to the forbidden area, learned some deep secrets of the residual wasteland, knew some things they want to come back from that road, and were afraid that Dao Tianjun would be injured and come back.

"I have nothing to do."

Dao Tianjun smiled.

After checking, Fu Xuan directly hugged Dao Tianjun.

"Smelly boy, you're really back."

Just the next moment.

Fu Xuan's face suddenly changed. He raised his hand with a violent chestnut.

"Smelly boy, you're here. You're still calling outside. Tease us. It's time to fight."

Miraculously, in Fu Xuan's eyes, he didn't see Dao Tianjun dodge.

The storm hit the center.

"Ah!"

The voice of pain sounded, and Fu Xuan covered his hand.

"Have you changed your head to repair the railway? Your head is so hard."

"Hey, hey." Dao Tianjun smiled strangely. He was a fairy king. It was very embarrassing to give Fu Xuan a violent chestnut.

Immediately he glanced sideways, looked strange, and said, "I'm not looking at the wonderful old man. You're crying and trying to tease you."

"Cry? You heard wrong. That's the wind today."

Fu Xuan refused to admit it.

Shi Yun smiled bitterly. Both of them are old, and their accomplishments are unparalleled in the world. They are like children when they meet.

"You."

Shi Yun smiled. Her eyes were already red when she saw Dao Tianjun again. Tears fell and her mood fluctuated.

She didn't get along with Dao Tianjun much, but she cherished him every time. She took Dao Tianjun as her own people and even her own children.

Fu Xuan can cry. Why hasn't she cried.

"Let the patriarch worry."

Tao Tianjun felt warm and guilty.

After so long, he came back, which worried Fu Xuan and Shi Yun and felt sorry.

"It's good to be back." Shi Yun shook his head. His voice was soft, loving and trembling. It's enough to say goodbye to Tianjun and know he's okay.

"HMM." Dao Tianjun nodded and responded with a trill. In fact, he had been resisting the urge to cry.

"Hum hum, smelly boy, you want to cry, don't you? Cry, cry better."

Fu Xuan said.

He has a desire in his eyes to get back here.

Hearing the speech, Dao Tianjun looked at the past. In Fu Xuan's eyes, he couldn't help crying. The emerging water mist let Dao Tianjun run his mana directly and lost it.

Seeing this, Fu Xuan almost kicked it.

This smelly boy is not going to give a chance.

"What are your accomplishments now?" Fu Xuan finally asked what he had been asking.

As early as when Dao Tianjun came in, he obviously felt that although Dao Tianjun was astringent, the Immortal King's Qi was difficult to cover up. Fu Xuan's eyesight was absolutely first-class, otherwise he wouldn't find Dao Tianjun as a Shiyun clan.

"Fairy king."

Tao Tianjun whispered softly.

"The surface is still real combat power."

Fu Xuan said such a sentence, his eyes flickering.

Fu Xuan is the first to choose the ranking in the world.

"Surface." Tao Tianjun's mouth began to arc.

"What is reality?"

"I am honored as the Immortal King and can fight the quasi Immortal Emperor."

The smile on Dao Tianjun's face was more and more brilliant, with a surprised, unexpected and unhappy expression.

“……”

Fu Xuan is a little autistic.

For a long time, Fu Xuan returned to God and said three words, "fuck you."

He just broke the foul language.

I can't stand it.

Is this boy cultivating weapons?

"Have you seen you'er and them?" Fu Xuan said again.

Hearing the speech, Dao Tianjun shook his head. He heard Fu Xuan's voice and found it for the first time. He hasn't gone to see them yet.

"Then you can go."

Fu Xuan waved his hand.

How could Tao Tianjun not understand that Fu Xuan didn't want to hear his own music.

Immediately, Dao Tianjun also said that he planned to wake up huorouyun and left the courtyard.

Looking at Dao Tianjun's back.

Fu Xuan and Shi Yun's eyes were full of joy.

However, soon Fu Xuan watched Tao Tianjun go away. He turned around with endless grievances in his eyes.

"Am I useless?"

Fu Xuan's face was distressed. How could he be so rubbish.

Shi Yun hugged Fu Xuan, "how could it be? You are still the most powerful in my eyes."

"Uh huh." Fu Xuan plunged his head into the fierce sea of Shi Yun and hugged him.

In the days when Tianjun dominates the world, only Shi Yun can warm his heart.

Dao Tianjun went to the other end of the undead mountain.

There is a palace, which seems to have hollowed out the inner wall of the undead mountain and inlaid it.

The palace que is simple and has countless immortal gold materials.

It was forged by Dao Tianjun after spending 220000 years, using up all his savings accumulated in the universe.

It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is not big, smaller than the general palace que.

There is heaven and earth in the palace.

The white fog is boundless, the fairy spirit is swirling, the rich is almost liquid, and the fragrance is comfortable. Shenyuan Xianyuan can be seen everywhere here.

There are three fairy ice beds on it.

Three beautiful women lay on it, serene and quiet.

No matter what happens to the outside world, they are consistent, their faces are not old, their hair is dark, and their skin is full of snow.

Tao Tianjun looked at the soft clouds on fire, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Now he is thirty-four thousand years old. Their time with him is very short, only a few thousand years, but that is his best years. They can't forget their company

……

There are only two watches today (shaking with his head)