Chapter 378: Time Sighs, the Famous Emperor in This World

Clear slaps resounded in the palace.

It sounds so clear and crisp, but if someone knows this sound, they will only feel panic and no other emotion.

The ultimate taboo is being slapped.

The unimaginable.

The corpse's face was extremely cold. He had no words and could only look at Dao Tianjun coldly.

"You can slap a few more times until you are angry." Di Hong spoke again.

"Dihong's family."

Zhi suddenly raised his head and looked at Di Hong's family, his face looking like thousand-year-old ice.

He knows that he is controlled by others and cannot break free, so he does not intend to do useless things. However, just because he does not act does not mean that he will not be angry.

What Di Hong is doing now is undoubtedly another slap in the face.

"I said that my people cannot be bullied, no matter who they are." Di Hong looked at the corpse, his eyes were cold, and he wore a yellow robe like a supreme being in the heavens, completely similar to his previous attitude.

Domineering and powerful.

This is the real Dihong clan. Even if they are about to die, they are still unparalleled in ancient and modern times, with unparalleled combat power.

At the same time, Supreme Taboo's eyes twinkled.

"Glory and splendor for the ethnic group that is forbidden by heaven." The Liangyi figure whispered, and he stared calmly.

at the same moment.

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

The sound of slaps was heard in the main hall, and Dao Tianjun slapped him again silently.

He knew that these slaps represented not only his own, but also the wasteland, explaining to the supreme taboo that the wasteland should not be insulted.

Di Hong is about to die, but his power is still there and he can still protect the clan.

Watch this scene.

Even if it is taboo, it is moving.

This kind of power makes people shocked and speechless. How can the supreme taboo exist? How can it be slapped?

After a series of slaps, Dao Tianjun withdrew his hand.

His figure also returned to its original state in the next moment, and he did not belong to this piece of ancient history.

Vaguely, Dao Tianjun felt a huge entanglement of cause and effect in himself, which was terrifyingly vast, just like the power of cause and effect on all living beings.

Then Di Hong left with Dao Tianjun.

He did not stop the five supreme taboo beings from fighting for what he left behind. As he said, he would not take action. After the Di Hong clan left, the underground palace erupted with terrifying brilliance.

The terrifying forbidden magic power tore apart the universe, everything was shattered, and the divine light moved the sky.

What will happen to the underground palace? The tomb of Emperor Hong's family seems to be no longer important.

What happened next.

Di Hong didn't want to know, in the long river of time.

He has a majestic figure, a smile on his face, and is gentle and kind.

"I can see you, I see hope, have we succeeded?" Di Hong looked at Dao Tianjun with a sense of relief and gentleness, which was different from the previous hegemony of the heavens.

Listening to this sentence, Dao Tianjun was puzzled.

He didn't ask.

If the ancestors of the ruined land wanted to tell him, they would naturally tell him. If not, then there was no point in asking.

This is the tradition of his tribe.

The elders have been protecting the descendants from wind and rain, and their tall bodies always stand at the forefront, preventing all darkness from invading the tribe. They do not ask for any reward. As long as they can see the growth of the tribe, it is the greatest reward.

"Guzu, do you really want to..." Dao Tianjun looked at Di Hong with worry on his face.

He couldn't imagine that the ancestors of the ruined land were dying.

He was obviously so powerful that he could even suppress the supreme taboo, but he was about to die in the end. What kind of change could lead to the death of Di Hong's family?

"Death is just a form." Di Hong looked at Dao Tianjun, "I died in form, but my heart has not died. My tribe still remembers me."

As he spoke, his eyes revealed a sense of relief, "If my tribe remembers me, I will not die yet. I will be with you forever. You came from the future. I have seen the future. My tribe is still alive and still. These are all enough."

The sound is very calm and there is a sense of satisfaction.

Just like what he said, the tribe is still alive and will be glorious in the distant future. If the advancement of Taoism is a kind of pursuit and satisfaction, what can be more satisfying than this.

The tribesmen in the future are still alive, and they retain the same blood. They are advancing on the road of cultivation, which is equivalent to the advancement of the Dihong clan.

So what if he dies, his path is still moving forward, and future generations will wait for him to embark on the path of cultivation, and his glory will last forever.

This is the true meaning of what Di Hong said about the path still progressing after death.

For a while.

Dao Tianjun's heart trembled.

Dihong traveled through the years for the advancement of the Tao, not because he wanted to be famous throughout the ages after his death, but because he wanted to learn from it. His true meaning was that of his tribe, and he wanted to use this to witness for his tribe and to witness the various Tao.

In an instant, the tip of Dao Tianjun's nose was sore.

Even if the ancient ancestor is about to die, he still cares about the tribe. He is the eyes of the tribe, and he has witnessed the Tao for the tribe over the years, exploring the past and the future to see if there is a way to go.

And is his appearance now for him?

Dao Tianjun thought about how he had improved his cultivation because of Di Hong's discussions with the five supreme taboos. He wanted to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat and could not come out.

"In the endless future, there are still people in the clan, we are still continuing, and the glory is still there."

Di Hong's eyes became hazy and he looked into the distance, as if he was watching the eternity of time. There was a sense of loss on his face that he could not see the growth of his tribe, and there was also a sigh that he could not protect his tribe from the wind and rain.

He has been fighting all his life, not for killing, nor for himself. Through the extraordinary years and eternity, his original intention was to protect, until he stood on the top of the mountain, and the world saw an insurmountable mountain.

Apart from the wasteland, how many people know the actual purpose of what he did.

Powerful, or immortal.

None of these, he just wants to go further and further with his tribe, forever.

"Guzu, are you leaving?" Dao Tianjun's heart trembled.

The Emperor Hong clan has been respected and invincible for eternity, and his figure is slowly blurring.

The only thing that didn't change was his smile.

Click, click, click...

Dao Tianjun saw the back of the ancient ancestor, tall and tall, the footsteps were approaching and far away, and the face that turned around was no longer domineering and strong, only a smile, which was a kind of relief, a kind, and even more brilliant. smile.

He heads toward the future.

The stalwart figure disappeared. It seems that in the not-too-distant future, he is still witnessing for the tribe. Every time he appears, there are figures of the tribe. He is witnessing that the Tao is continued in the tribe, tirelessly.

Maybe, one day, the Dihong family will disappear.

on a future day.

His breath was gone, and he fell in the long river of time. He saw a more powerful person blocking his progress.

Nothing can be known.

In the long ancient times.

It rains from the sky, the universe is sad, and all living beings are crying. They are heartbroken and dressed in white.

"The fall of Emperor Hong."

There is a sigh in the years, and those years are called Emperor Hong...

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Dao Tianjun's consciousness gradually disappeared at the same time.

He stared at the back of his distant ancestor and fell asleep.

Just like that, Dao Tianjun fell silent, his body lying in the depths of the long river of black blood, comprehending the mysterious Tao.

This is the blood of the strong, countless people have died, mixed with the Tao of countless people, the rules are blended, and immeasurable insights are pouring in, making Dao Tianjun stronger and stronger.

same time.

From the source of black blood, a light flows out from the drop of black emperor blood.

A ray of light appeared quietly, and even the dark taboo figure in the black blood world did not notice it. It flowed out in the direction of the flow of black blood.

Integrated into the body of Dao Tianjun who settled at the bottom of the black blood world.

A supreme magical power merged into Dao Tianjun's mind.

Life and creation.

Creation in nothingness, creation from nothing, a drop of blood evolving all things, a trace of spiritual thought expanding and evolving all ancient spirits, can control the eternal time, the five elements of heaven and earth, the four images and eight trigrams, and the endless avenues are all under control.

This is an incomplete method.

Even the person who created it failed to perfect it to perfection.

This was the first time that Dao Tianjun had obtained such magical powers. The five magical powers he had obtained before were all perfect without exception. Only this one was incomplete. It seemed that he had not had time to perfect it and died in the middle of the process.

Time flies, time is like an arrow.

Before he knew it, tens of thousands of years had passed, and Dao Tianjun could no longer remember it. He was in a deep sleep.

I woke up midway and fell asleep again soon.

He had an epiphany, feeling that all things were hurt, all living beings were in mourning, darkness enveloped the world, and there was much roar and sadness in the black blood.

In sleep, the black world is flowing with blood, the only main color.

Suddenly.

Dao Tianjun felt in his heart that his Taoism had made great progress.

A kind of enlightenment, the original divine principle of heaven and earth, the symbol of the great road emerges, the road is divided into three thousand, and it can also be divided into fifty.

His heart and soul were moving.

Dao Tianjun's body, silent in the world of black blood, moved.

His physical body was motionless, but his soul was making astonishing fluctuations. When he raised his hand, it seemed like an eternity had passed in an instant, which was horrifying.

This is the avenue of evolution, creating your own magical power.

There is a bass echoing in my mind.

"create."

There is a kind of vitality emerging.

"destroy."

There is a power of death.

"life and death."

A special state, such as between life and death, is not outside the three realms of the Five Elements. It is like a traveler in time, watching for eternity.

"nothingness."

The darkness and ominousness in the depths of the black river are dissipating, as if they never existed.

He whispered in his heart.

At this moment, tens of thousands of years have passed. He is like a corpse that has been dead for countless years and sinks in the long river of black blood. No one has discovered the drop of black blood underneath.

Occasionally, there is a roar in the world of black blood and darkness.

It was blood rolling, and there was not only black blood on it, but also blood of various colors. There was a large tomb in the water that was mostly submerged in blood. It looked so lonely and dead.

Dao Tianjun continued to settle.

In the end, the way he evolved, his own magical power, still had no breakthrough, and stopped in nothingness, as if it had reached the end, and just like the last name, it was nothingness, and there was no longer a path.

A blink of an eye.

It's another thousand years, time flies by, and countless generations have passed in the mortal world.

And at this time.

Dao Tianjun opened his eyes. He had the brilliance of the ages flowing through his eyes, and his pupils suddenly appeared with thousands of colored glazes.

There was movement in Dao Tianjun who had settled in the dark world.

His illusory body is solidifying, gradually coming from nothing. He is returning, returning from darkness.

Nothingness is not the end, it is better to say that it is the beginning of life.

The Tao of final evolution is perfecting...

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