"Is that the Rongdao tree?"

"What a brilliant light."

"What a wonderful message."

In the early morning, when the sky was just getting bright, the southern region of Da Chu was filled with people.

There are people of all ages, both men and women, some watching the excitement, and some coming to the island of God to practice.

On this day, there were many people in retreat, quietly listening to the sound of Taoism under the Rongdao tree.

Compared to Southern Territory, Zhao Family Garden is much calmer.

Since Zhao Yun sat on the ground meditating, he hasn't opened his eyes for more than half a month.

The branches and leaves of the Rongdao tree are not white, they are indispensable for good luck.

At this moment, he is like a scorching sun, shining with thousands of rays of light, each ray of which is dyed with eternal colors, with the sound of Tao stirring, and a big world has opened up. Sitting in it, he is like an immortal god.

He was wandering in a fuzzy state again, and his consciousness was wandering in the vastness.

It was in this state that his cultivation steadily improved.

As of tonight, his realm has reached the peak of the Emperor God.

"What a monster!"

The Pseudo-Tian Taoist has been here a few times, and he always sighs and tuts his tongue.

There are not many people at such an age who have reached such a level of cultivation.

Thinking about it, I feel relieved.

Compared to the transformation of the Tao of War into the Tao of Eternity, this is a trivial matter.

When it came to eternity, he also studied the insights given by Zhao Yun.

However, it is difficult to break the mystery. After a long time, the Taoist heart is still unstable.

Not only him, many great gods of the divine dynasty also experienced such evil experiences.

Perhaps, the path of eternity is not suitable for them, and it is safest to be honest.

"It's getting stronger."

This is Fuyao's murmur, which he has been watching for many days.

Eternity is extraordinary and seems to contain endless power.

He has been so domineering for eternity, how powerful he would be if he were not lacking.

Longtou Yuxi is calmer than her. He is the one who has truly met the God of Creation.

"According to legend, the combination of eternity and the power of pseudo-heaven will create a magical bloodline."

The well-informed Lord always likes to chatter at night.

Like a dragon-headed jade seal, like an old monk chanting sutras, endlessly.

It just so happened that there was a man here who cultivated the eternal path.

Coincidentally, the other person possesses the power of false heaven.

One male and one female, how could they be so perfectly matched?

Snap!

Fuyao's gesture of fluttering sleeves is still very graceful and elegant.

I just suffered from the pain of Longtou Yuxi and I couldn't feel relieved for several days.

second month,

Zhao Yuncai slowly stood up, took one step and walked out of the small garden.

He didn't wake up. He had his eyes closed when he walked, as if he was sleepwalking.

Fuyao saw it clearly, he was not sleepwalking, he must have entered an artistic conception.

She was like a little follower, following Zhao Yun wherever he went, studying all the way.

"Are you really sick?"

"You better have some face!"

"Zhao Yun, it belongs to your uncle."

This night, the Supreme City was very lively and there was a lot of noise.

All because Mr. Zhao is like a strange ghost, appearing and disappearing.

Too many people's dreams were disturbed, and too many people's beautiful things were messed up by him.

Well, what about the old maniac holding a knife and scolding her?

Yue Xin, who was holding the quilt, her cheeks were even flushed.

They were pretty good, look at the Troublemaker and the Hulu Baby, they were still lying in the corner of the mountain. They were stewing meat, but they were stepped on by someone without realizing it, and each of them suffered a shattered fracture.

Some people scolded me, while others lamented it.

For example, the Immortal Immortal and the Taoist Immortal are standing on the top of the mountain and sighing.

I think back then, Zhao Yun was just a soy sauce guy, but look now,

As seniors, they are far behind and can only look up to them.

Zhao Yun appeared again, on the mortal road at the end of the East China Sea.

He no longer wandered around blindly, motionless as a statue.

Fuyao was not far away, her beautiful eyes narrowed to a thin line.

From Zhao Yun's body, she seemed to see another figure from behind.

However, the figure suddenly appeared from behind, and she couldn't see which one it was.

Reflecting the starlight, Zhao Yun slowly opened his eyes, and the light of Tao was absorbed into his body.

"The peak of the Emperor God."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly and stretched hard.

The Rongdao Tree is truly extraordinary, even if it is just one branch or leaf.

In fact,

The extraordinary thing is not Rongdao Tree, but him.

At least, that's what Longtou Yuxi thinks.

If it weren’t for the heaven-defying level of understanding, would we have achieved what we have today?

Just wait!...This guy will one day surpass the God of Creation.

"I've been waiting for you for many days." Fuyao said leisurely.

"Easy to say." Zhao Yun smiled and disappeared into thin air.

Also disappearing with him was Fuyao, and the two of them fell into a dream.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhao Yun opened the barrier while still in his dream.

"Maybe it hurts a little." Zhao Yun said, and the Eternal Sword formed in his hand.

The sword is not a real sword, it is condensed by eternal laws.

There is no trick to breaking through the confinement with Dao, just hack it to death.

"Come."

Fuyao had already awakened and sat down cross-legged, with divine patterns engraved between his eyebrows.

Looking at his whole body, it is full of pseudo-heavenly power, but it has a mottled color.

In this regard, Longtou Yuxi gave a good explanation:

She is imprisoned by the way of heaven, and her power of pretending to be heaven is naturally incomplete.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun didn't waste any time and swung the Eternal Sword fiercely, slashing into the air.

The sword fell, and bright red blood suddenly appeared, accompanied by the woman's low moan.

With just one strike of the sword, Fuyao's peerless face turned pale as paper.

"Are you tickling her?" The dragon head jade seal floated out.

Zhao Yun remained silent as the Eternal Sword shone brightly, becoming more domineering than the First Sword.

Indeed, you can't scratch an itch. If you want to break the confinement, you have to be ruthless.

puff!
To be continued...