What's the origin?

So powerful, so crazy!

Among the nine clans, there seems to be no tribe of Jie Clan, but now, judging from this posture, it is like being an enemy of the whole world!

The demon clan, they don’t care.

Human race, they don't care.

Western religion, they don't care.

The Taoist tribe, they don’t care either.

The Wuren Spirit Clan Demon Clan... They don't care.

Even they dared to shout out the way of heaven and didn't care!

Where did such a bunch of lunatics emerge?

Watching the vast sea, listening to the shouts, Sister Yun's expression became more and more excited, more and more urgent, and more and more fanatical.

In her eyes, there seemed to be only the sword light ahead.

She didn't even want to talk to anyone anymore.

Her eyes shone. As long as she could go back, even if she died and disappeared from the place where the sword light emitted, she would be happy!

No regrets!

It's approaching!

Nearer!

It has reached the vast ocean.

"Master, I'm back..." Sister Yun called softly.

As we got closer and closer to the brilliant sword light, the wind was rising and clouds were surging. A fierce battle was unfolding at the other end, and various ancient beasts and various golden Buddhas were all taking full advantage.

And from that direction, a pair of men were fighting to the death, moving towards the other side!

As the war continued, creatures were covered in blood, their bodies and heads fell into the vast sea in pieces.

The colorful light flashed one after another, and from Zuo Xiaoduo's perspective, it only felt that the distant horizon was having a party, with red and green light swaying back and forth.

However, a loud roar was shaking the void, and blood rain poured into the world.

On a island in the middle of the sea.

A Taoist robe was standing on the top of the highest mountain on the island after his hands were carried, allowing the wind to whistle, making his hair flutter and his clothes flutter.

The Taoist in the green robe had long eyebrows on his temples, a tall figure, a handsome face, and a starry sky in his eyes, which seemed to be slowly rotating, and his specific expression could not be seen at all.

He just stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance in the wind.

It seems to be meditating on something.

It seems to be waiting again.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the vast void and saw the battles caused by the return.

The hair on the temples that were originally evergreen have turned gray.

This kind of greyness is caused by the loss of the saint's heart and blood, and even himself cannot recover.

Or when there are many changes, they can change with your heart; however, once they return to their true colors, these two bins will appear again.

He is also unwilling to recover.

Because this... is a concern in my heart.
Chapter completed!