The sea of ​​suffering in the heavens is billions

Chapter 499 497 [Lingbao Tianzun mixed in the city]

The world of the holy ruins, the little underworld.

Standing on the long river of time, Chu Feng looks down at the vast universe, watching the tributaries branching off one after another, covered by the time of the past, the saints and sages have been buried, and everything has been ruined.

"So that's how it is... so it turns out."

Chu Feng groaned, and there was a hint of clarity in his eyes. The location and realm are different, and the scenery he sees is also different.

The small underworld, the great underworld, the great sun, above the sky, on the plateau outside the world... One pile, one piece, all flashed in Chu Tianzun's pupils.

In the end, he looked towards his hometown, where the galaxy was bright, murderous, and the holy way was mighty, reflecting the heavens.

The heaven and the earth are incomplete, and the avenue is lacking, which is even more dilapidated than that of the Zhetian Era, which almost shakes the foundation of practice.

Here, the strength of the monks is infinitely magnified and promoted...and even reflects the heavens.

This is an immortal emperor with great power, but he appeared in the little underworld.

Whether it was careless or on purpose.

Who on earth shaped the little underworld and created an extremely special universe.

Just like the Eight Realms of the Lower Realm of the Perfect Era, the Venerable is the king, invincible and invincible, in fact it is a prison.

Today's Small Underworld is more special and incredible than the Eight Regions Prison, and it seems to be marching in the direction of infinite smallness.

"Interesting...very interesting."

Chu Da Tianzun narrowed his eyes. He is a person who is proficient in formations and fields. In his eyes, the heavens and myriad worlds are just a rune.

If the Tai Chi field is used to divide the great yang and the great yin, there is no doubt that the so-called small yin is just a very short section on that curve, or even just a point.

What is the origin of your own hometown? !

"Reincarnation, underworld, underworld..."

Looking at the infinite past, Chu Feng saw one after another tall and tall figures, fighting and struggling, standing on the long river of time.

A funeral song resounded through the heavens and all worlds, a bell exploded, and a figure of peerless beauty turned his back on the common people, and slowly sat down, sitting for eternity

Then, he saw Lie Lie in white, a figure of a peerless woman, like an emperor coming to the eternal sky, slowly going away there, walking on the sky, blood stained on her body, very lonely.

In the end, there was the Emperor's Fist that shook the sky, shining brilliantly in the world, and the Xuanhuang mother air flowed, originating from that artifact, cutting off time and space through the ages, just like a sword back then.

Countless heroic spirits rose up and then fell. Xiaoyin was once a cemetery, buried by the emperor himself, buried in the past, and there were countless bones.

Now following the road of pollen, it is a miracle to recover, return to the underworld, and come back from the dead.

"A quasi-immortal emperor?"

"Daozu, Tianzun."

"That's probably a little too much."

Chu Feng was taken aback. His hometown was really called Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger. On the surface, it seemed that there was not even a human supreme being, but secretly they were all immortal characters.

"No... why is there the other shore... the Immortal Emperor."

Chu Feng looked at it for a long time, and suddenly grasped some clues. The strong dark aura above the earth is already at the level of an immortal emperor. How could the emperor who can fight against it be only a quasi-immortal emperor.

Or, what he saw was just a mist of time and space, and the former quasi-immortal emperors had already turned into one immortal emperor after another.

After all, the long years have passed, how could a talented and brilliant person stand still.

"My mother, what kind of geomantic omen is this earth?"

For a while, Chu Tianzun, who was the other side, hesitated, and became a little curious about his ordinary hometown. Originally, the universe of the heavens, the former No.11 powerful planet, was extremely gorgeous. For the other side, it was just a joke.

However, now that there are traces of emperors one after another, Chu Feng has no choice but to prepare for archaeological research.

He has two goals for this trip, one is Mount Tai, and the other is Mount Longhu.

I chose Mount Tai because this mountain is the oldest, and there may be some clues.

However, the reason for choosing Longhushan is even simpler, because Zhang Jiao advocates Ruoxu's great teaching on it.

If there is anyone who knows the origin of the earth, Zhang Ruoxu, who is the other shore and the Immortal Emperor, must be one of them.

Conferring Zen is enshrining the sky, and Zen is offering sacrifices to the earth.

The place of offering sacrifices to the sky is at the top of Mount Tai, and the place of offering sacrifices to the earth is at the foot of the mountain.

When Chu Feng looked at it, Mount Tai suddenly caused waves. He is a god, comparable to an emperor. If there is a sacrifice, it must be him.

Wisps of white mist emerged, as if there was a sea of ​​stars rising and falling, and it was as if one after another big stars were falling, and those who reflected the sky with the top [-] stars seemed to have sensed it.

"There are no tigers in the mountains, but the monkeys are kings."

Chu Feng said indifferently, those who reflected the heavens with their eyes lowered trembled and fell to the altar, either coughing up blood or kowtow.

There is not a single bit of supernatural power, no fluctuations in spells, but it comes from the Dao, from the ontology.

Privately spying on Tianzun on the other side, what a deadly act, even if Tianzun doesn't care, the universe of the small underworld, and even the universe of the big underworld will be terrified and cast down the scourge of heaven.

"who is it?!"

"On that abandoned planet, there is such a terrifying existence."

"Didn't it mean that the most powerful person is only the woman who was known as Yaoyao in the past?"

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The ancestors of countless stars feared, trembled, and feared.

However, Chu Feng didn't care about these things at all. What he really wanted to see was the history of Mount Tai. Recalling the past, the long river of time emerged and flowed backwards under his eyes, just like the history book turned page after page.

In the end, fixed at a certain chaotic node, a stalwart man brought a group of people to trace time on Mount Tai, just like Chu Feng traced him.

The man saw that a person, standing on the top of Mount Tai, was the only one in the sky and earth, and his aura was indescribable.

At that time, Mount Tai was not like this. It was too magnificent. Compared with it, the sun, moon and stars were very small. It hung in the universe, not on any stars.

For a moment, Chu Feng looked at Ye Fan, and Ye Fan looked at Shi Hao... and Emperor Huangtian looked at Chu Lingbao.

It is not only a long river of time, but also ancient history that has been buried page after page, and civilization that has been reincarnated again and again.

"who is it?"

Chu Feng turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like gods, as if he was going to break through the fog of time and space, but in the end he got nothing.

Only on Longhu Mountain, a figure smiled and looked at him, followed by a monkey.

"Dao De Tianzun, Human Emperor and Heavenly Emperor... is also Zhang Jiaozhu."

Chu Feng took a step forward, bowed his body, and said solemnly: "Brother Dao, please help me solve my doubts."

Zhang Ruoxu waved his hand and smiled calmly: "No hurry, no hurry, you should take a look at this first."

As soon as the words fell, three books appeared on the grass, namely "Perfect World", "Shading the Sky", and "Holy Ruins".

Chu Feng picked up the three books and flipped through them, with a calm expression on his face, he just said calmly, "It's just a possibility."

He has also been a person from the other side and has seen endless timelines.

The book "The Lord of the First World" is just one of the infinite timelines in the multiverse of the First Life.

Where is fate going?

History is made by people.

(End of this chapter)