"Boom."

Thirty-six stone tablets carry infinite magic power, break through time and space, and fly into the long river of time.

Thirty-six stone tablets smashed the ghost fire skull, and then bombarded the door of fate blocking the front, smashing it and bursting into light spots.

The river in front was opened and Sumeru Temple continued to sail.

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction of the thirty-six stone tablets and saw a handsome man with disheveled hair, with a stubborn stubble, walking alone in a yellow desert, striding heavily, holding a stone knife in his hand, with a powerful demonic power on his body, masculine and domineering.

Thirty-six "Demon Stone Carvings" flew back into his body.

"Thank you, Lord Tianmo." Zhang Ruochen bowed his fists.

The demon could not hear his voice. He seemed to have done something irrelevant just now. He held the knife, his eyes were sharp and murderous intent, and he wanted to do big things.

As time and space recovered, the desert and the demon disappeared into Zhang Ruochen's eyes together.

Zhang Ruochen sighed in his heart. Along the way, he met the Great Lord, the Confucian ancestor, the Heavenly Demon, and other mythological figures. They all stunned an era and left behind legends, but unfortunately they all died in the long river of time.

Countless romantic figures all entered the loess.

Only inheritance has not been destroyed.

Even after countless Yuanhui, there are still traces left by them in the world. This is already very amazing, but it can be passed down by later monks for eternal eternal purposes.

Why can Zhang Ruochen, who can smile at their style over the long river of time?

But it was just the opportunity for the martyrdom of the holy monk.
Chapter completed!