This sound was too familiar, but also too strange. It could often be heard in the past, but now it has been several years. Lao Qingniu felt that the world around him had become blank in an instant, and the sounds and colors of all things had become blank.

Getting further and further away from him, as if there is another world.

He turned around and saw a Taoist priest wearing a blue robe.

The master in the human world retired and wore a black robe.

The Kunlun jade crown, which represents the worldly world, is placed on one side. He once again put on the blue robe of the year, as if he was picking up the past again, but he still only had white hair, and there were many marks on his face and hands.

wrinkle.

Only those eyes were still clear and gentle, making Lao Qingniu feel in a trance that the person standing in front of him was the young man from back then. But at this moment, the feeling was like white light flowing, the white feeling dispersed, and the world of mortals

Everything came into view enthusiastically, and he saw that he was still an old man.

The master's breath became weaker and weaker, almost as if he was about to die.

He was just a mortal who was freezing in the house, so he walked out to bask in the warm sun and warm himself up. Old Qingniu looked at it and felt something in the Qi that seemed to turn into an old mortal.

The indescribable majesty of the stock is like an abyss, a river or a sea, or a mountain.

The abyss is endless, the rivers and seas are reversed, and the mountains collapse.

A majestic and immeasurable view.

That seems to be the case!

At the moment before the raging endless energy exploded, I didn't know when it would collapse, but I only knew that the collapse would inevitably bring about huge waves. The corners of Lao Qingniu's eyes couldn't help but jump. He looked at Qi Wuhuo,

He looked at the sky again and subconsciously blurted out:

"Wuhuo, are you going to solve the calamity?!"

"Measuring calamities... Measuring calamities for people should also be solved by people. This is inevitable, but it shouldn't be now." The old Taoist smiled. He looked in front, his eyes clear and peaceful, and said: "

I still have some loose ends that need to be sorted out.”

"what is the problem."

"Some friends are coming."

The gray-haired old Taoist replied: "I gave them sixty years to think clearly about one thing, their obsession and turning back, but they finally chose to walk in. From the perspective of cause and effect, this

It was the cause I planted sixty years ago, and it is time to reap the fruits now, more than sixty years later."

He fluttered his sleeves and stood up with his hands on his knees. Carrying the fate of this world and the calamities of the past decades, his body had already been corroded by the fate of humanity. He seemed overwhelmed and seemed to be getting old.

slow.

Qi Wuhuo's cultivation level seems to be extremely low.

The realm seems to be extremely high.

There are still five Qi, and the heaven, earth, people, gods and ghosts are circulating and changing in his body. These five Qi have been transformed before, and all of them have climbed to the top of the realm of supreme perfection. Over the years, the Taoist has not taken the initiative to promote these five Qi.

The flow and combination of them are just allowed to change naturally in one's own body.

These five energies flow through this body.

While sitting still, the accumulation has already reached its limit.

There is even a level beyond the Qi of perfection. If a practitioner is compared to a container, Qi Wuhuo has already contained more water and Qi than his own limit. When he is not moving at ordinary times, the water can still be used.

It was barely able to maintain stability, and now, it only moved slightly.

Qi then went berserk!

When the energy is full, it overflows.

But the Taoist realm is too high.

The overflowing Qi is still changing in the body, flowing between the inside and outside, lingering in the traces of heaven and man. There is obviously no strange phenomenon around like wind and thunder, it is still natural, but Lao Qingniu doesn't know why, he feels

At that point, it felt as if the sky and the earth were about to collapse.

Everything is vast, the sky and the earth are low!

It was as if the world had become narrow and cramped. As the Taoist stood there, all natural things surrounded him so peacefully. With his head held up to the sky and his feet on the ground, he straddled the three realms of humans, gods, and ghosts, and the world of mortals wrapped around him.

Taoists are more prominent.

But if you look closely, you will see that it is just an ordinary person standing in the world.

He is just an old Taoist who seems to be unable to walk anymore!

What kind of state is this?!

What kind of personality is this?!

Lao Qingniu watched the real and illusory scenes constantly intertwining in front of him, and couldn't help but fall deeply into it. Unknowingly, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He saw the white-haired Taoist walking forward again.

After a few steps, the surrounding charm became more and more majestic.

The energy of breath rises in the sky.

Faintly turned into purple air, this purple air is looming, luxurious and extraordinary.

Old Qingniu saw that the Taoist in front of him was too high in his realm and too rich in background. He was born on the road to respond to the calamity. He took only one step and came out with majestic momentum. It was naturally earth-shattering, but this journey

Later, there was some loss in the end. He once saw the Supreme Master preaching, once watched the ancient heroes, his eyesight was extraordinary, and at this moment, his soul was blessed, and he said:

"Wuhuo, where are you going?"

The white-haired old man turned slightly and looked back, with a calm expression in his eyes, as if he was waiting for Old Qingniu to speak.

Old Qingniu said: "I'll take you there!"

He took a few steps forward and transformed into a very handsome and tall green bull. He was covered in thick fur and could control wind and thunder. His two horns pointed at the sky like two war spears. His four hooves were as black as ink jade and his eyes were black.

There is a spirit, and he immediately steps forward, steps forward, and bends down.

The white-haired old man said gently: "Uncle Niu is here for you."

He stood up and sat on Old Qingniu's back.

boom!!!

Old Qingniu's body suddenly sank downwards. In an instant, there seemed to be an unparalleled weight pressing down on him. Old Qingniu's face became solemn and his pupils shrank. At that moment, he almost felt that the world had collapsed and turned black.

The white-haired old man, who seemed to have reached the end of his life, seemed to be countless times heavier than Mount Tai, Kunlun Mountain, and Mount Sumeru combined!

He seemed-

Carrying the whole world!

Tangtang has been practicing since ancient times, following the Taoist Patriarch. Over the past few years, he has taken countless miraculous pills and consumed a lot of flat peach fairy wine. Old Qingniu feels that his cultivation is at the peak of the True Monarch.

It's like it's imaginary.

Not even one person can carry it!

My legs are shaking!

The white-haired old man seemed to be aware of the difficulty of Old Qingniu. He lowered his eyes and said gently: "Is it heavy? If it is too heavy, do you want me to come down and walk by myself?"

"No, it's okay."

Old Qingniu's legs were trembling, but he clenched his teeth and held on. I don't know why. After practicing for many years, he was almost a real king in the ancient times. And until now, after several calamities and countless years, he has been cultivating

There was no improvement at all, but at this moment, I felt a subtle echo.

Opportunity!

Unparalleled, perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Here it comes!

Old Qingniu's eyes were burning as he carried the old Taoist on his back and walked through the world step by step.

………………

Ximen Dachong, who has turned white at the temples, was talking about his understanding of the Great Way. He was surrounded by more than a dozen young people, all of whom looked solemn and serious. They were listening intoxicated. After all, the Ximen Dachong in front of him was a master of Legalism.

One, of course, he is not a great person and does not have great talent.

When I was young, I practiced seriously and caught up with the good times when the Master was preaching. I worked hard and achieved something. I broke through to the level of my innate energy. Then I met my childhood sweetheart and stayed together, got married and had children, and grew old together. This was already extremely happy and incomparable.

A happy life.

A higher level of realm, due to one's own talent and the wrong path that has been taken, is just as elusive as the flower in the mirror or the moon in the water. Ximen Dachong is now over sixty years old, no matter

A young and immature boy is not a high-spirited young man. In this era, the life span can be one hundred and twenty years old, which can also be considered to be close to the state of an elderly person.

His beard and hair are gray.

Here the sermon is taught to the young people and the basics are taught, just like before.

He looked calm and unsmiling, so these young disciples were actually a little in awe of him. But today, when Ximen Dachong was describing Tao Yun in a very profound and subtle way, he suddenly heard bursts of sound on the road not far away.

Shout sound.

You might not care about it at first, but the sound never stops.

It kept coming.
To be continued...