Rolling years, stretching hundreds of millions of miles, I do not know its beginning, long and angry waves clean up the ancient lead.

Endless years, countless heroes, a river, Dang all the sad songs!

The surging years of endless avalanche, flow to the unknown place, can not see the end, just like singing a sad and dead years ballad, counting all the romantic figures, thousands of Tianjiao is just a flash of light and shadow in the long river of years.

Standing quietly in front of the long river of years, Chu Xuan gazed at the endless stream of new year's greetings, and quietly listened to the sad songs of the years.

He did not say a word, standing in the long river, looked up, saw the years upstream, chaotic fog turbulent, with the voice of gold and iron horse.

Thousands of supernatural people, the peak of the strong, surrounded by him not far behind, eyes long, overlooking the endless river of years.

The world is silent, no one speaks, all eyes are a dignified.

"There are some things that we have to face. For the sake of the world and the safety of the heavens, we have to fight with blood. No matter who the enemy is, we can only go ahead and carry the coffin."

People are speechless, but the real body of the big devil broke the peace and walked slowly to the side of chuxuan with a solemn voice.

"Yes! What we do is for the sake of hundreds of millions of living beings, and even more for the peace of the heavens and the world. "

Chuxuan suddenly turned around and became firm.

The eyes look at thousands of supernatural people, the peak of the strong, people are also meet the eyes of Chu Xuan, eyes full of perseverance.

At this moment, there is only one goal in everyone's heart, to kill in the depth of the long river of years, to calm down the turmoil.

These people are all Chu Xuan, who spent a lot of cultivation resources and endless divine power for thousands of years, and just created a large army after preaching for 100 years.

This is his only card in the face of the enemy in the long river of years, and it is also his strength.

These supernatural beings are all the great masters of the universe. On one day, chuxuan called them to his side and told them all about their enemies in the long river. Only then did they know that the world was not peaceful.

People did not hesitate to follow Chu Xuan to fight.

Chuxuan was very satisfied, so he passed down the Dharma, helped them practice, and provided a lot of cultivation resources. In a short time of less than a thousand years, he would have created thousands of supernatural people, the top strong ones.

At the beginning, those supernatural beings were naturally among them. They had no fear and fear of Chu Xuan. They were willing to submit to Chu Xuan and fight with him.

Behind the supernatural, there are hundreds of millions of monks. They all clench their fists and wish they could not go out with chuxuan.

However, his talent is not good and his cultivation is limited. He can only stay in this time and space, worrying about himself and waiting for the result of the war.

Their eyes are burning at thousands of supernatural people, and their eyes are full of worry.

Even Chu Xuan didn't know how many enemies and how strong they were in the long river. Naturally, they didn't know.

However, they knew that the enemy was so powerful that even Chu Daozu looked dignified.

The worry in their eyes is not only about the supernatural, but also about the unknown fate.

However, no one is in despair. They still have a chance.

Chu Xuan and thousands of supernatural people, the top strong, is their hope.

In the void, the monks are more than hundreds of millions, and everyone is like a dragon. If given tens of thousands of years to Chu Xuan, he is confident that he can cultivate more supernatural people, top strong people and even super detached ones.