“Borrowing from this!”

"We made a decision, a decision that went against our ancestors!"

Zhang Ruoxu showed off his white teeth and smiled, "That is to put the universe into the Nine Dragons' coffin, so that every creature can be contaminated with the breath of the Red-haired ancestor, and that possibility."

"As long as I want, everyone will be a similar flower, between father and son, between master and disciple, between blood, correspond to each other and heart-to-heart."

Emperor Zhenwu was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help asking: "Will you feel strange about beings in the big universe facing so many similar flowers?"

"Ahem, Zhenwu Daoist, I will pinch my face in the Void God Realm to learn about it."

Zhang Ruoxu smiled and pushed open another coffin. A coffin was buried deep in the nine heavens and ten earths.

Inside is the virtual god realm of the past, outside is the virtual god realm of the future. The past and the future are intertwined, and reincarnation runs through it, running the eternal path.

The creatures of the past died in Xian Gu, resurrected in the ancient Void God Realm, and became NPCs. The creatures of the future died, resurrected in the ancient Void God Realm, and became NPCs.

Here, time and space, reincarnation, matter, energy, and soul exchange are like traveling, and every creature is a traveler on the long river of time.

"Heaven and earth are the backward journey of all things; time is the passerby of a hundred generations."

"Time and space are a matter, time is a matter, and creatures are also a matter. Since it is a matter, they can exchange, shuttle, and reorganize."

"This process is reincarnation, rebirth, and time travel."

"This is the material cycle!"

Zhang Ruo said quietly, and pointed it out with one hand, and endless time emerged, vast and millions of branches were derived.

In the same universe, different time nodes, each branch is a time and space, overlapping and forming an endless ocean of information.

The breath of the Red-Haired Patriarch flows in the ocean, reorganizes in the cycle of reincarnation, and is finally injected into the third small coffin.

"Fellow Daoist Zhenwu, won't you give it a try?"

Zhang Ruoxu pointed to the third coffin and showed a bright smile, like the devil in the Nine Nethers bewitched: "This is the treasure of our world. The immortal emperors of the heavens rose up, and the emperors of all generations were born from this."

"As long as you touch it, you will have the possibility of becoming an immortal emperor, and even transform into the Zhenwu Heavenly Emperor, become the Supreme Martial Ancestor, or even be as detached as the Taoist Lord!"

In an instant, Emperor Zhenwu swallowed his saliva, his eyes were extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was full of desire and greed. On the other hand, his Taoist heart was crazily warning him.

If this thing is touched, it will be a place where death will be without a burial. It will entangle him forever, and it will be more terrifying than any other shore.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on."

"The yield ratio of Jiulong coffin is very high."

Zhang Ruoxu pulled the Black Emperor Zhenwu forward and said seriously: "Fellow Taoist touches you and you will have a great future."

As for small things like the fall of the Emperor and the corpse being robbed, don't worry.

Didn’t the Emperor save himself?!

The corpse was also taken away by Emperor Huang Tian.

Compared to becoming an Immortal Emperor, there is a great opportunity to transcend and great fortune. So what if you die a few times?

Anyway, it was the Black Emperor Zhenwu who died, not him, Zhang Ruoxu.

Emperor Zhenwu is like a young man who visited the website for the first time. He looked extremely entangled, but he was full of yearning for taboos. Under Zhang Ruoxu's earnest teaching and guidance, he insisted on clicking to visit, and explore unknown and mysterious areas.

One, two, three... In Zhenwu, they collided with the third generation of bronze coffin, and the most precious crystal was revealed!

The black water surging, sweeping through the long river of time, and the copper coffin of three generations suppresses the eternal ages and runs through the past, future and present.

Zhang Ruoxu narrowed his eyes and stared at this scene. This was not a contest between the Black Emperor and the Third Generation Copper Coffin.

It is a battle between a certain Red-haired ancestor and Taoist master.

It is a battle with the Taoist fruit above the Taoist sacrifice!

Is it better to be the boy of Daozun, or is the coffin board of the Red-Furious Patriarch able to suppress the eternal world?

At this moment, time and space have collapsed forever.

It seems to be heard that I will suppress all enemies for the Red-haired Emperor of Heaven and fish for eternity.

In his later years, he was confused and curly baboon, and many words were spoken in front of him.

But, listening carefully, it seems that nothing is happening, nothing happens.

When I looked closely, I found a vast white area.
Chapter completed!