At this moment, the old man exudes a holy and peaceful atmosphere, and the whole person is in a wonderful artistic conception, cultivating to rise steadily, returning to the peak, and reaching the realm of the god of law, he is no longer a pharaoh with a long lifespan, but a god of law with the same life as heaven and earth.

The old man opened his eyes, shot out two terrifying rays, and with high spirits, he knelt down towards Yun Guo and said, "Childe, thank you for your great kindness, the old man will follow Childe to continue the battle of the gods, and destroy the greatest enemy of the heavens, the God of Destruction." ”

Seon lost his horse, how do you know the blessing and the curse? After this ordeal, Old Man Cang will have the opportunity to advance to the Invincible God Realm. He was originally a generation of Dharma gods, he knew a lot of things, and he was no stranger to the war of the gods, and he knew that in the near future, the son of creation would lead the gods of heaven and immortal gods to carry out a great war to settle the grievances between the great god of creation and the great god of destruction.

The three hundred and fifty level law god is a big help, and looking at the situation of the old man, it is only a matter of time before he is promoted to the invincible god realm. Yun Guo was in a happy mood and helped the old man up, and at this time a crisp system prompt message sounded in his ears: Congratulations on successfully helping the old man get out of the shadows and complete the first link of the task of turning into a fairy.

System prompt: The psychic old man in Yangwei City seems to need your help with something, go to him quickly, right?

The old man said respectfully: "Childe, the Lord of the Dead Sun is sleeping in the depths of the Dead Sun Plain, according to legend, he left the super god clothes of the Dead Sun, waiting for the destined person, since we are not afraid of grief, it is better to go on a trip, maybe there is an unexpected harvest." ”

Yun Guo smiled calmly and said: "When you come to the Dead Sun Plain, if you don't explore it, how can you say that it is reasonable, you lead the way in front." ”

"Yes, Childe." The old man rose into the air and galloped away.

Yun Guo stepped on the blood-colored clouds, followed closely by building a city with white bones, galloping, as fast as lightning, no matter how fast the old man flew, he could always follow his footsteps.

It is worthy of being the son of creation, although Gongzi is only in the realm of immortal masters, but his strength is not weaker than me, once he is promoted to immortals, I am afraid that he can compete with the five emperors. The old man became more and more shocked, and admired Yun Guo from the bottom of his heart.

In about two hours, a huge bronze coffin stands on the ground, the bronze coffin is huge, like a large mountain range, majestic and grand, you can't see its edge at a glance, exuding bursts of ancient vicissitudes of desolate and sad atmosphere, the air is full of extreme depression, making people suffocate and sad, and fall into inexplicable grief. Of course, the meaning of grief does not pose a threat to the three of them, and under the divine will of the great god of creation, the meaning of grief automatically disintegrates and gives way.

"Oh my God, what a bronze!" The white bones built the city with a heartfelt sigh, looking at the huge and boundless bronze ancient coffin in front of him, feeling that he was an insignificant speck of dust. The clouds are not the same, the bronze ancient coffin makes people look up to the mountains.

"This is the sleeping coffin of the Lord of the Sun, and it contains a wealth of treasures, and the clothes of the Sun are in it." When the old man said this, he pointed to the portal of the bronze ancient coffin, and continued: "That portal is the entrance to the ancient coffin. ”

"Let's go inside." Yun Guo stepped forward, the closer to the bronze ancient coffin, the more I felt that it was huge, the portal alone was as high as three hundred and thirty zhang, like a mountain, magnificent, and overwhelmed the eternal.

Yun Guo pressed his hands on the portal, there was a creaking sound, and the door gradually opened, overflowing with wisps of intense grief and heartbreak.

"What a powerful force!" The old man was shocked and admired Yun Guo more and more. At the beginning, he barely pushed open the portal of the bronze ancient coffin with a three-hundred-and-fifty level Fa God cultivator, but now a three-hundred-level immortal master can push open the portal without much effort, and compared to the two, it is a world of difference.

The bronze ancient coffin was dim, and with the light of the equipment, Yun Guo could see the surrounding scene clearly, it was empty, even if he opened the Tianyan Pass, he couldn't see the edge. Yun Guo deeply understood that he was not an immortal, and he could not be compared with the Lord of the Sun, the Blue Emperor and other existences.

"Childe, there are terrible lifeforms in here, let's be careful." The old man's face was solemn, and he looked as if he had suffered at the hands of those lifeforms.

Yun said: "What lifeform?" ”

The old man said: "They are the lives born in the grief of the Lord of the Sun, they are the arrow of grief and the rain of grief, some of them are very powerful, and the penetrating power of grief and grief is even more pervasive, making people unguardable. Of course, Childe is the son of creation, blessed by the great god of creation, and has the supreme greatness, selflessness and sacredness, and can completely suppress them. ”

The grief of the Lord of the Dead Sun can give birth to powerful life forms, and the tenacity of life is indeed amazing. Yun Guo nodded in approval, and then found that a divine aura came from the front, attracting Yun Guo's attention and swept towards the birthplace.

It was a large axe, blue in color, with strange patterns engraved on the axe, beating ancient notes, and the breath of divinity emanating from it.

High-level Divine Soldier Blue Sky Spirit Axe!

Yun Guo saw the origin of this axe at a glance, it was a priceless high-level divine soldier Blue Sky Spirit Axe, which was hard to find. Glancing around, there was no danger, Yun Guo leaned out his left hand and collected the blue sky spirit axe. At this moment, a strange change was born, and a gray arrow as long as seven feet and seven came out of the air, with the meaning of rolling grief, shooting into the palm of Yunguo's palm, producing a terrible vision, and a picture of a god crying appeared, the cry shook the sky, and the mourning was all over the field, full of sorrow, pain, mourning, and injury...... At this moment, there seems to be only sorrow and no happiness between heaven and earth.

Arrow of Grief: Level God Realm, level 320, blood volume 130000000/130000000, the life form born in the grief of the Lord of the Sun, with a strong sense of grief, pervasive, very terrifying.

"The pearl of rice grains dares to shine in front of me." Yun Guo snorted coldly, the divine breath overflowed, drowning in endless grief, five fingers closed, grabbed the arrow of grief, grasped it hard, clicked, and the arrow of grief broke in response.

Yes!

The Arrow of Grief let out a terrible scream, and the body of the arrow twitched, and 30 million bright red damage erupted.

"I am born of sorrow, I live for sorrow, sorrow is not extinguished, and I am not dead. Break one's heart! A voice full of vicissitudes of life came from the arrow of grief, flooding with a strong gray light, suddenly breaking free from Yun Guo's hand, fusing with the other half, returning to its original state, the entire arrow body was erected, and the great killing technique was cast in grief, three hundred and sixty degrees, setting off a fierce wind, exuding monstrous sorrow, fiercely bombarding Yun Guo's heart, constantly pulling him to fall, sad......

My heart is eternal, and all laws will not invade!

Yunguo is calm and calm, no joy or sorrow, let the grief erode and not stain, the holy breath is stronger, step out, the avenue is reversed, a fixed word determines the arrow of grief, the dark green staff flows, the arrow of grief breaks day by day, and goes home to see my mother.

"Sneaky stuff, come out for me!"