Chapter Eighty-Five: The Opportunity of the Great Avenue

"The Dao heart is lost, pitiful and lamentable. ”

Zhao Yu looked at it with compassion, it was a crane-haired and childish Daojun, who was rampaging and looked crazy.

actually said that he should be the fifth Dao Ancestor, which shows that madness is not false. In the increasingly profound mysterious aura that the calamity was about to begin, it was difficult to hold the Dao heart and was lost.

Monks are not without desires, but have great desires and great desires. What I ask for is not money, power, and beauty, but the supreme avenue. The more people are committed to the avenue, the deeper the obsession. If this old Taoist monarch has really gone through two tribulations, the old qualifications of his can be seen. But because of this, after countless years, I can't make an inch of cultivation and can't stand it.

Two catastrophes of the avenue, I don't know how many years. He is the Taoist Monarch Eternal, and it is inevitable that his heart will be shaken at this critical time.

The road to this avenue is endless. A few people folded in the middle of the road, and their souls were scattered. More than a few people have been exhausted and returned to the loess. And a few people are stuck in it, and they can't be saved, which is even more sad. The heart is on the road, but it can't be obtained, longing, resentment, entanglement, loss, all kinds of intermingling, how can you get along with yourself?

It doesn't hurt to last for a billion years, but it can still last for tens of billions of years, and it will last longer?

Seeing it, I can't help but feel sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Zhao Yu thought to himself that if he was not strong enough to keep up with sex, his foundation was not solid, and he was also eternally unable to advance in the realm of Daojun, I am afraid that it would also be the fate of this old Daojun?

It's a pity that monks are not mortals. Those who have embarked on this path and cultivated to the realm of the Dao Monarch, which one of them is not strong in the heart of the Dao?

How can you let go of such obsessions?

The old Daojun passed, and I don't know how many golden immortals showed sadness on their faces.

The road is long, and it is difficult to measure.

Zhao Yu had an understanding. Under the avenue, whether it is a monk or an ant, if you can't fight for that glimmer of life, the monk is probably no better than the ant. Sure enough, we must be brave and diligent, and we must walk on thin ice, and the root foundation is sufficient, so that the avenue can be seen.

"This old man is too persistent. If you can't see the Tao, why not pass on the Tao. It is also necessary to establish a school and place hope on future generations. Or to tease grandchildren, to get a stick of blood descendants, it is not necessary. Divert your attention, and you won't look like this, you're already enchanted. ”

This demon is not another demon, not the demon of the demon monk, but his own demon.

The old Daojun came all the way away, and Zhao Yu sighed when he saw it, so he stepped up and planned to get out of the way. Just like those Dao Monarchs in the distance, it is completely unnecessary to be unwilling to touch the head with such a person.

The old Taoist shouter, pass by here. Zhao Yu looked at it with his hands in his hands, his face expressionless. But suddenly, a big net spilled out from Lao Daojun's hand, just right to find Zhao Yu, and came with a cover on his head!

Zhao Yu was shocked in his heart, and he was busy getting out of the way, but he saw a few bits of bright light on the old Daojun's body, which happened to surround Zhao Yu in the middle.

The old Daojun's body paused slightly at this time, as if he stumbled, and then shouted away again. But a shadow was distinct, took off from the old Daojun, and showed his appearance in front of Zhao Yu.

"Sure enough, it's you, Michigo. ”

Zhao Yu's voice didn't fall, and the fit hit.

Several people besieged around also shot in unison, and several immortal weapons were sharp, either pointing at the head or the heart, extremely ruthless, as if they were going to kill Zhao Yu in an instant.

Zhao Yu sneered again and again, ignoring those few immortal weapons, only looking for Yu Qiandao, and exclaimed: "I dare to send it to the door, if I don't kill you today, how can I rest?!"

Where does Zhao Yu still put Yu Qiandao in his eyes?!

lost its foundation early, and now it is only a few hundred years, and it is resurrected, and how much magic power is left?

A big seal on one side, a treasure knife, a few black thorns, and a big drum on the other side, in no particular order, fell in Zhao Yu's heart. A piece of tortoise shell spun out, just in the way, and a few sparks were wiped out, and then it was annihilated. And Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to hold Yu Qiandao.

That Yu Qiandao just sneered, but he was not afraid.

The net of heaven and earth closed in an instant, covering Zhao Yu, and suddenly a little black light flew in his hand, rushing straight to Zhao Yu's door.

It's the electric light, more than billions of a billionth of a moment, that's what it looks like.

When Zhao Yu saw the black mang, he couldn't help but be taken aback, it was clear that he was inherently wonderful, and the alarm in his heart suddenly rose. Where do you dare to have the slightest slack? The tortoise shell turned, hanging down the Dao Xuanguang, and the Ruiqi paved the surface, but it was pierced by the black mang, only paused, and then pierced a hole, Zhao Yu roared, his hands did not know when he had blocked the door in the face, and the body of the innate mixed element flickered, but it was also broken by the black mang!

The poop is pierced right on the tortoise shell.

Burst!

Like a cracked silk, the tortoise shell clicks and cracks countless lines, and the innate wonder spreads out, turning into chaos.

"Kill this man!"

Yu Qiandao was overjoyed, laughing, but still did not dare to relax in the slightest, and shouted: "Kill this thief quickly and leave!"

The four people besieged, before a blow missed, was blocked by the tortoise shell, at this time the tortoise shell saw that it was broken, but also happy tight, busy hugging up, only the fists and feet were deployed, in an instant, this primordial ruins shook slightly, exploded.

"Die!"

A muffled roar came out of it, and a human head flew out like a meteor, exploding in the air, half of the body turned into flesh, blood was sprinkled, and a body of flesh pierced through the chest, staggering and flying back!

The golden immortals had noticed it in the distance, but no one had come over. With the catastrophe imminent, where is the mind to mix in the cause and effect of others?

But he heard the voice begging for mercy: "Surround my life..."

I heard the click, as if an egg was crushed, and a mysterious Dao Miao dispersed, and was quickly smoothed and dissipated by the aura of the Dao.

When the chaos dispersed, I saw Zhao Yu standing in the middle of it. There is still a person's head in his hand, and his brain is deflated. As for Zhao Yu himself, the lower half of his eyes and face are gone, and most of his head has been erased. And there are a few holes in the body, and the blood is shining.

How miserable is it?!

His body was filled with mystery, the flesh and blood of his wounds were surging, and his innate hybrid body was struggling to recover.

But he didn't dare to stay here, his hand shook, and the flesh and blood of the person he held in his hand were scattered, and he walked away.

At this moment, in the dark, as if something was cracked, Zhao Yu's whole person was stunned, and he felt that the aura of the Great Dao was mighty, and it was countless times heavier in an instant. Everything in this primordial ruins has been solidified!

"The opportunity of the avenue!"

"Get out!"

"It's mine!"

Boom Boom Boom !!!

The ruins of the primordial earth shook, and the solidification was lifted in an instant, and Zhao Yu only felt that dozens of terrifying qi machines swept out, and in an instant, it was like a sword and axe, and he was worried about death!

Like a cracked silk, this nothing, primordial ruins, like an empty picture scroll, were torn apart. Dozens of great and indescribable figures are staggered. Light and harmony, at a glance here, countless innate avenues collide and intertwine, as if a universe is about to open up here!