As Zhukong expected, Zhao Yun was stained with blood.

It is true that he is invincible in the world, but he cannot stand up to a group fight.

"That's enough."

Zhukong spoke in a deep voice, saying he was not very optimistic about Zhao Yun.

He is the sanctioner. He has been watching the human world for endless years. He has met generations of outstanding people. There are many people who can rival or even surpass Zhao Yun. Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, no one can break through the world of mortals.

, that is a dead end, hope is infinitely close to despair.

After half a bottle of wine, he once again used his magical power.

You are the leader in the mortal world! You cannot just sit around and not do your business.

It is his mission to sit in the mortal world.

And repairing the universe is his mission.

This trip took a long time, and my old bones were very tired.

The day he sat down again, he saw the crowd of people at the end of the East China Sea again. Most of them were Zhao Yun's relatives and friends. They were all beautiful figures. They could see faces like jade and daydreams. They would come every once in a while.

It’s been three years.

That man has been gone for three years.

No one knows whether Zhao Yun has made it through the world of mortals.

Even the sanctioner is not sure because he cannot see it.

Red dust road.

Yellow sand flies.

Zhao Yun was in ragged clothes, carrying the bleeding Long Yuan, stumbling step by step, and staggering along the way.

It’s been three years.

He has been fighting on the road of mortals for three years.

However, there is still no end in sight, and he is fighting day and night. His energy and blood have been exhausted. This is an extraordinary road. There is no life, no spiritual power, only yellow sand and evil spirits.

roar!

In the darkness, there was another violent howl.

The demons are here again, and there are more than three or two of them every time they appear. They are black and overwhelming, like a sea tide, sweeping across the heaven and earth in an endless stream, and they will not dissipate until they kill all the creatures on the road.

war!

Zhao Yun held Long Yuan tightly and rushed out again.

Viewed from the sky, he is like a drop in Taicang, trudging forward in the vast ocean. Every step he takes must pay a bloody price. There are too many evil spirits, filling the dim desert.

He was determined enough, fell down time and time again, and got up to charge again and again.

No one knows how long he has been killing. All they know is that it will be another ten years before flowers fade and bloom in the mortal world.

It's still the end of the world.

His relatives and friends came one after another.

"Big brother."

If the water stands in the starry sky, it has been calling for a long time.

However, I didn't get any response from the man.

Eleventh year.

A thunder disaster occurred in Qianqiu City.

It's a catastrophe.

It was Mozi who broke through and finally advanced to the Tianwu realm.

In the same year, there was also a catastrophe in the Southern Region, which was Yan Ruyu's Tianwu catastrophe.

Thirteenth year.

Forget the ancient city and the sky is full of visions.

It is the spirit body that came from behind and powerfully aspired to the Tianwu throne.

After the disaster.

She took Furong with her and came to the end of the world.

One wife and one mother were all in tears.

Fifteenth year.

Another thunder and lightning was seen in the vast southern region.

The little money fan retreated from the lead and entered the Tianwu Realm.

On the same night, there was a ray of light in Qingfeng City, and Qingyao also advanced against the sky. Maybe there was something wrong with his bloodline, and he even suffered a backlash. The disaster was extremely dangerous, and he almost died in it.

Year twenty-one.

Su Yu and Lin Xie ascended to Tianxiao together, advancing to Tianwu in no particular order.

After that, there was Jian Nan, a handsome guy who had not been seen in a century, who was almost chopped into ashes by the catastrophe. That night, I don’t know how many beauties came to Sikong’s house, and every one of them had an ex-girlfriend.

Year twenty-eight.

Mu Qinghan advanced while traveling, but something unexpected happened at a time of crisis.

In other words, there was a sneak attack by an unscrupulous person and he almost died.

The new generation has truly risen.

The glory of the mortal world burns even brighter.

"I'm going to be freed in advance!"

Zhukong sat cross-legged on the stone, closed his eyes and counted with his fingers.

The world in the mortal world is changing again, and the suppression is getting weaker year by year. Although he has contributed a lot, the real credit comes from the big bosses in the divine world. They should reach a tacit understanding and jointly repair the world.

In other words, the road to immortality may be reshaped in advance.

This is great news for the mortal world.
Chapter completed!