The soil is mixed with magma, and the nourishing soil turns into nutrients for the magma, which helps the magma burn.

The dark red magma was like a viscous paste, slowly rolling on the erect feathers of the heavenly phoenix, and slowly began to drip.

Tianfeng's huge body rushed out from under the earth, and the winding true dragon in the sky slowly began to dissipate.

The wings of the fiery red feather spread, and the heavens and the earth were fiery red, and the bright light of the sun had been completely replaced by the magma on the fiery red feather and the color of the feather itself.

As the wings flicked and spread, the dark red magma dripping speed suddenly accelerated, like a rain of magma, and it began to fall with a bang.

The heroes stared at the sky above, one after another, looking up at the huge phoenix in the sky.

The eyes of the heavenly phoenix flickered with divine light, and the light was shining brightly, like two rays of light.

At this moment, Tianfeng did not look down at the heroes under him, but looked up at the sky, and the divine light rushed into the Doufu, looking at the sky dome barrier, outside the desolate world.

The scenes of battle were stared at by Tianfeng.

Outside the wilderness, a real dragon with a head like a camel, horns like a deer, eyes like a rabbit, ears like a cow, neck like a snake, belly like a mirage, scales like a carp, claws like an eagle, and a palm like a tiger, has eighty-one scales on its back, has ninety-nine yang numbers, has a beard next to it, has a pearl under the chin, and has reverse scales under the throat.

The standard appearance of the true dragon, no, it can be said that it is the true dragon of the world, all of them imitate the dragon ancestor, and the huge body winds and spreads as if there is no end.

The luster of the dragon scales on his body flashed and disappeared, illuminating the boundary sea that was as black as ink for thousands of years beyond the desolation.

A willow tree standing in front of the real dragon, the green branches drooping, and the branches were like silk threads, forming the curtain of the canopy.

Endless turquoise light, diffusing from the wicker, shielded from all erosion outside the boundary.

The two were facing each other outside the flood famine, and Long Zu's voice was like a copper plate full of anger and said: "The flood famine is only the top world, and only the Hongjun of the Heavenly Dao can be the Dao Ancestor." ”

"How is it possible to produce another Dao Ancestor?"

If he can complain, Long Zu will definitely complain, this flood is a bit strange.

The Heavenly Realm is a pluralistic world, and since its rise, it has conquered the heavens, among which there are the world of gods and the world of the desolate world, and even the desolate world has conquered more than one.

But among them, the mainstream of orthodoxy, Dao Ancestor only has the body and the Hongjun of the Heavenly Dao.

"This side of the world, the past, the present, and the future, are all conquered by my heavenly realm, and you dare to go against the sky!"

"Daoist friend is wrong, now, in the future, my realm will be conquered by the heavenly realm, but in the past, I have been waiting for the Holy Venerable to make a move, but I found that there is no Holy Venerable alive in the Heavenly Realm, and there is no longer a Holy Venerable in your Heavenly Realm to suppress the long river of time. ”

"How can we give up the world that gave birth to us? "The light of the void and the real rushed out of the wilderness, and the light twisted and turned, constantly running through and colluding, and finally evolved into a mighty river.

This is a long river composed purely of time, in which the rise and fall of the desolate world can be faintly seen.

The hegemony of the three clans, the decisive battle of the lich, the three emperors and the five emperors, and the war of the gods.

The world is full of ups and downs in the long river of time, one bubble after another continues to emerge, each bubble has a history, a hero laughs proudly, stirring up the world, is the tide that sweeps the tide of the world.

A wave of water rose high, like a water curtain, and one of them, a Taoist priest with his hair and sideburns, loose robes, carrying four long swords, kept walking out of nothingness.

Overhaul is like a moral man.

"Poor Dao Hongjun, I've seen Taoist friends!" the Taoist priest bowed and stood motionless in the long river of time.

"Good means, really good means!" Long Zu praised, and the dragon eyes stared at the three figures in front of him peacefully, no matter which of these three was, they were all Dao Ancestors.

It is an extremely slim thing for a world to produce a Dao Ancestor, that is, the top-level world, and the Heavenly Dao can produce a Dao Ancestor.

Only by stepping into the pluralistic world can Dao Ancestors break the singular, but the desolate world in front of him has not yet crossed the critical step, but a top-level world has actually produced three Dao Ancestors.

"You dare to repeat the world, this matter will not be stopped by heaven!" Long Zu's eyes closed, and his huge body slowly dissipated, and finally disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been there.

"Poor Dao thanks to the two Taoist friends for their help, this is the future body, it is inconvenient to stay for a long time, so I will leave for the time being. After Hongjun saluted, in a few steps, he walked back into the long river of time.

The mighty river of time came to an abrupt end at this moment, and suddenly became still.

"The Celestial Realm has fallen!"

"It seems that the battle was successful, otherwise not a single Saint Venerable would not have been alive. Willow's voice was calm and ethereal, and there was no emotion in it.

"There is no need to mention this matter, but it is to rush into the long river of history in front of us, reverse the long river of time, and then shape the famine, take a lot of risks, and inevitably encounter the backlash of the heavenly realm. ”

The voice in the long river of time is worried, far less tough than just now.

"The flood gave birth to us, this has a great grace, and we have to pay it back, when the heavens invaded, didn't we just formulate this plan, let the heavens erode, and wait until the eternity, after the decline of the heavens, reverse the long river of time, and then shape the flood. ”

The willow branches continued to sway, the turquoise luster continued to emanate, and the peaceful tone continued to sound: "We will eat all the bait invested by the Heavenly Realm, and enhance the foundation of my Great Realm." ”

"In the past, the Heavenly Realm was far inferior to my Great Realm, and the Dao Ancestor was just a person with a body and a Heavenly Dao, but he worked together from top to bottom, attacking the heavens, plundering the origin of the heavens to support a realm, and this was the prosperity of the heavenly realm. ”

"Nine Saint Venerables, thirty-six Dao Ancestors. ”

"How similar is the predecessor of the Heavenly Realm to the Great Realm of the Great Flood of the Great Realm, among which the Quasi-Ti Holy Venerable of the Great Realm of the Great Flood and the Great Realm of the Great Flood is also there, the Heavenly Realm can rise and become a pluralistic world, why can't the Great Realm of the Great Flood of the Great Realm. ”

"Now that we are reshaping the wilderness and re-taking the path of the heavenly realm, we are expected to attain the Divine Venerable in the future. ”

"Re-follow the path of the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Realm will not allow it. The voice of retort rang out.

"The Heavenly Realm has not experienced Guan We, the original battle was the root cause of the decline of the Heavenly Realm, and now that the source has appeared, it has long involved the energy of the Heavenly Realm. ”

The long river of time began to roll, rushing towards the desolate world, and a deep voice sounded and spoke:

"That battle is about detachment, it involves the attention of the heavens and all the worlds, and we can develop steadily, if we can't get through. ”

"In the end, we will move the Great Realm of the Flood and Wilderness and merge into that side of the world, competing for our right to speak, and we must fight for the place of transcendence. ”

"Detachment!" the willow tree kept swaying, and the muttering voice of longing hope sounded.