At this moment, the equipment of the earth's foreign Dao technology combined with the Fu Dao pattern creation also detected the Yuan Qi tide that suddenly swelled in a certain area of the sun's surface. However, due to technical problems, we can only find out the general cause of the Yuan Qi riot, but we cannot know the cause of it.

When someone thinks of Zhao Yu, they may have some guesses, but they are not sure.

Although Zhao Yu once said that he had been meditating outside the sun for more than a thousand years, his ears were empty. With the limitations of mortals, even if Zhao Yu had the identity of an immortal, he did not dare or was unwilling to believe that he could survive near the sun. I only believe in it, and regard this Yuanqi tide in a certain area outside the sun as a normal Yuanqi change that occurred in the sun itself.

And in that sunspot area, the round and shining fetal egg hanging from Zhao Yu's top door finally transformed.

Like a lotus fetus, a petal opens, revealing a nine-inch-tall primordial god.

Heaven and earth seemed to shake, Yuan Qi rioted, space folded, ripple-like Yuan Magnetism, forming a violent wave, squeezing in all directions, as if to crush this nascent Yuan Shen into powder!

The primordial god was immovable, and the red fruit was exposed to the heavens and the earth, allowing all kinds of interests to wash and temper, and only the whole body was full of light.

After a while, the primordial spirit changed, flickering and flickering, and the number of ninety-nine finally stabilized.

But seeing that the Yuan Shen stood up, one finger up, one finger down, his face was suitable, he opened his mouth and spit out a clear sound, and the vast body was endless, turning into a Qing Yun and holding up the Yuan Shen. Qingyun skyrocketed, with the size of ten acres, and there were many wonders, like an invisible big hand, all the benefits and harms of the thousands of miles of riots around him were smoothed out one by one.

The Yuan Shen stands in Qingyun, which seems to be small, but it seems to be infinite, it seems to be real, but it seems to be ethereal, as if there is a statue of standing on the sky!

Its incarnation emerges, instantly calms all the riots of interest, and between the hopes, the glory is endless. The light fell, and when Zhao Yu entered the door, he saw Zhao Yu's physical body Tianyuan divine light rising in an instant, the acupuncture points vibrating, the qi and blood flowed like the Yangtze River, there was a bang, and the heart beat like a war drum rumbling, shaking the heavens and the earth!

With a long sigh, Zhao Yu stood up, the back of his head was clouded, and Qingyun loomed. And the whole body, invisible and traceless, infinite pressure, cosmic congestion, heaven and earth squeezing, clearly want to exclude him.

Zhao Yu was full of divine light, only a little bloom in his eyes, he looked up at the void, and said angrily: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll go by myself, I don't have to send it." ”

As soon as the primordial god is completed, this mortal universe will not be able to accommodate him. It's okay to converge the qi, if there is a slight movement, it is clear that the universe will drive him out.

With a light sigh, Zhao Yu flicked his sleeves and accepted the Star Furnace. This magic weapon was not used when he achieved the primordial god. All the benefits and disadvantages are borne by the original god. If you can't bear it, you will use the magic weapon, and since you can bear it, it is good to let the Yuan Shen be tempered a little more.

When a monk cultivates and becomes a primordial spirit, he truly transcends the world and detachs himself from the world. The universe is a huge earthly world, and such an existence cannot tolerate stirring up the wind and rain. As far as the monks are concerned, even a small pond like the universe cannot bear the weight of cultivation.

He's leaving.

Standing in the starry sky, let the sun lick his tongue, but he couldn't move a single hair. As a monk in the realm of the primordial gods, his body melts into heaven and earth, and within his body, he has a game of his own, and he has all kinds of wonderful ways to protect his body.

He looked around, his expression stunned. Walking up, the heavens and the earth were transformed, and in an instant, the earth was reached.

The rolling red dust is under your feet, and the vast sea of people is like a cloud.

Zhao Yu sighed again, and walked to the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum.

Zhao Yu landed outside the mausoleum and walked inward step by step. In his eyes, he saw a heavenly and earthly humane luck, purple and boundless, forming a huge canopy, exuding a glittering brilliance.

As a descendant of Yan and Huang and a descendant of Zhuxia Miao, Zhao Yu has a constant connection with this place. The remains of the ancestors who created the Zhuxia civilization sleep here, and it is the source of the immortal spirit and incense of the Zhuxia civilization. It is the origin of Zhuxia's humanity.

Zhao Yu was about to leave, but his bloodline originated from Yanhuang, and he couldn't be erased.

He wanted to come and see, just take a look.

Step by step into the Emperor's Mausoleum, the people around him seemed to be separated from him by a world. He walked through the temple, kneeling three times and knocking nine times, meticulously.

Finally, Zhao Yu returned to the main hall. Leaned down and held the Forge of Stars in both hands.

"The ancestors are above, and now there is a descendant monk Zhao Yu, who will ascend the universe, and is willing to leave a statue of the star furnace to suppress the luck of the summer!"

A purple gas fell, enveloping the star furnace, slowly flew up, and landed on the shrine, suddenly turning into a stone tripod and the shrine became one.

Zhao Yu bowed again, got up and disappeared without a trace.

...

The starry sky was faint, and Zhao Yu stood with his hands in his hands.

He glanced back at the earth in the distance, and felt a trace of amazement in his heart, which he couldn't erase and didn't want to erase.

Leaving the Star Furnace in the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum was not Zhao Yu's momentary thought.

If you leave this time, you don't know if you can come back or not, but it's just the bloodline, how can you erase it? Monks practice, be sincere to themselves and their hearts, if they are Yanhuang bloodline, they will always be Yanhuang bloodline. What about monks? They have become immortals, saints, or descendants of Yan and Huang.

If there is no ancestor, where is Zhao Yu?

Although the Star Forge is a treasure, it can't compete with Zhao Yu's concern. Staying here is a heart, but also a sustenance.

Zhao Yu only needs the Xingchen Furnace to suppress the yellow incense fire to ensure eternity!

After all, it's a lot of thought. In fact, the Zhuxia clan, with such a figure as Zhao Yu, has already skyrocketed in luck. Zhao Yu is immortal, and his luck is endless, this is the reward given to him by the universe, and it is also the compensation for expelling him.

However, the fate of the days only accounts for seventy percent. With the blessing of luck, the Zhuxia clan may not be able to go far. This vast mortal universe is not worth mentioning in the eyes of the immortal powers, but after all, many of them are extremely powerful and have more luck.

If you come to attack once and are defeated, the consequences can be imagined.

Leaving a magic weapon, one to suppress luck, and the other to use as a hole card, this is the last thing Zhao Yu can do for Zhuxia.

He looked at the starry sky in the depths, and knew in his heart that although the earth was remote and there was a thick nebula layer outside the solar system, it would sooner or later be discovered by foreign civilizations. This time is not long. Zhao Yu's actions fundamentally caused turmoil to the earth from time and space. Although the earth is just a speck of dust in the universe, every ripple of time and space will have a far-reaching impact.

If there is no Zhao Yu, there is still a modern time and space that has never changed history, and the solar system will be exposed, after 10,000 years. However, Zhao Yu's actions gradually affected the long river of time and space through the transmission of time and space.

He clearly felt a trace of oppression from the depths of the universe, and it was getting closer and closer.

A thousand years at most, only a thousand years.

"A thousand years is good, it's too long, the earth has no opponents, and it's easy to self-destruct. The time is too short, and it has not really developed, so it was caught off guard. A thousand years, just right. ”

He smiled slightly: "I'm leaving." ”