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Chapter Ninety-Five: Dao Heart


The golden fish, with a length of dozens of feet, a sinuous body, and dragon whiskers on both cheeks, was trying to cross the dragon gate, but in the end it lacked strength and failed.

At the same time, the dragon gate exuded a supreme aura, containing a wisp of it.

The divine brilliance of the Dao pattern spread to the golden fish and submerged into its body, making it even more dazzling.

"This...could it be the legendary ichthyosaur?

Isn't it said that this thing is only one foot long at most?

Then what is this behemoth that is tens of feet long?"

Zhi's hands were trembling.

Just a wisp of energy emitted by the ichthyosaur-like creature just now stopped Zhi on the spot.

It was definitely countless times more powerful than the divine way.

How deep is its Taoism?

"If everything here spreads to the outside world, I believe the four major states in the world will go crazy."

My heart felt slightly cold.

The stone bridge carrying the rules of the Three Thousand Avenues, the Dragon Gate of the rumored immortal world, the fish dragon trying to transform into a dragon in one leap, and the seemingly insignificant futon in front of me and under my feet were all valuable treasures.

With a peerless secret, if anything spread to the outside world, it would be worthy of being attacked by all the major forces in the world.

Zhidai was stunned on the spot, his thoughts already drifting to nowhere, but suddenly, there was a tremor in his heart.

The black plant seemed to finally have a sense and was about to wake up.

Because the black plant had swallowed too much golden blood before, He had fallen into a deep sleep, but at this moment he was awakened by the surrounding avenues.

There was a faint sound of sobbing, like the sound of a war horn.

As soon as it was sounded, it aroused resistance from thousands of people around him.

The brilliance that filled the sky intertwined into the texture of the avenue, and the beauty contained murderous intent.

It easily wiped out the whimpering sounds floating around.

He had no doubt that any creature that dared to touch these beautiful lines at this time would definitely be punished.

And die, and eventually turn into ashes, because this is the breath of the great road, and mortals cannot offend it.

However, the next moment, the black plant fell silent again, perhaps because it was defeated, or perhaps because the golden blood had not been completely digested, and finally did not continue to provoke.

This made Xie slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

This scene made his heart pick up in his throat.

He was really afraid that the black plant would do something irrational.

Not to mention himself, even its body would be wiped out by the avenue.

"What is it about you that caused thousands of avenues to conflict with each other?

Is it really the big evil that Qi Ling said?

Forget it, I don't care about you.

Whether it's a big evil or a treasure, they are all part of my body anyway.

Let's go.

Take it one step at a time."

He stroked his heart gently and murmured in his mouth.

"However, this big shot is stingy enough.

He only left a futon, a line of poetry, and nothing else.

My most precious treasure, my supreme weapon, was all ruined."

He laughed softly and shook his head.

Slowly sat towards Pu.

"Someone was sitting on the bridge just now chanting sutras.

Could it be that he was sitting on this futon?"

The corner of Qiu's mouth twitched, feeling that this possibility was very high.

However, the big man was also sitting at the end of the bridge, but from the outside he looked like an ordinary person.

Could it be that his body was hundreds of thousands of feet tall?

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Thinking of this, his whole body trembled again, and he quickly shook his head.

This was already beyond the limit.

The limit of what I can currently understand.

With a curious mind, he felt that the futon must be a treasure.

It could not contain a big secret.

Otherwise, why did the great man who had enlightened here leave nothing behind but left such a futon with sprouts already sprouting out?

This is something worth exploring and delving into.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I sat down, countless immortal lights gathered over me.

Thousands of avenues were ignited.

The stone bridge seemed to connect the immortal realm.

The immortal light patterns were endless.

Before I could react, these immortal light patterns started to appear.

Wrapped in it, it gradually turned into a giant cocoon wrapped in fairy light and Dao patterns.

"There are all kinds of weird things, mountains and rivers are shattered with a roar, stars are chopped with hands, and the sun and moon are chopped with swords.

What kind of place is this place?

There are broken ruins everywhere, everything is ruined as far as the eye can see.

Have you come to an ancient battlefield?"

He was shocked and wanted to sit up.

But he found that he couldn't move at this moment.

Countless scenes in the giant cocoon flashed before his eyes like a movie, as if he were experiencing it personally.

There were giants standing on top of the sky and roaring in shock, alien beasts trampling through the mountains and rivers, shattering thousands of them, and many strange races fighting in the void.

Broken, countless stars are disintegrating, blood and tears are flowing in their eyes, but they are killing as if they can't help themselves.

Countless creatures were crying, but all they got in exchange was ruthless killing.

Wherever these powerful creatures passed, there was only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"Asshole" He cursed loudly, wanted to go crazy with anger, and wished he could throw himself into the battlefield.

What he saw was a three or four-year-old child being penetrated by a golden magic gun and nailed into the void.

An old man held the young man in his arms with blood and tears on his face, but he was still hit by the sharp sword.

The head was cut off, and wherever he saw it, mourning was everywhere, but he could not do anything, he could only watch from the side, and tears gradually fell down.

"Why on earth is this" Ye roared, forgetting everything at this moment, and just shouted at these cold and stern figures, what made them so ruthless, what made their hearts harder than rock, what was left was just unwillingness, just like other living beings.

"kill" Just when everyone, including Yan, fell into despair, a majestic figure appeared.

His face was hazy, intertwined with thousands of runes, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he trampled the entire world under his feet.

Everywhere, thousands of people wailed and prostrated themselves on the ground.

He represented the most powerful person, suppressing the world and the earth with a flip of his hand.

Then, everyone saw the man stretch out a big hand and cover the killing creatures around him.

The extremely strong aura made those creatures despair.

The big hand pressed down, the giant exploded, black blood spread all over the world, and the alien beasts roared, and they were killed.

After the heads were cut off, the gray pupils of those strange races turned into ashes with relief in their eyes.

In the end, the strong men who caused the rebellion were all wiped out, leaving only a tearful figure in the world, turning its back to all living beings.

"Supreme"

Countless creatures, including humans, demons, beasts, and even countless ancient races, all prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiped devoutly, and shouted the word "drink" like a cuckoo weeping blood.

The Supreme, turned out to be the Supreme.

Is that majestic figure the legendary Supreme?

The next moment, the picture suddenly disappeared, and Yan was silently shedding tears, while his body and mind were trembling.

The bleeding picture, the wailing of the creatures, the majestic figure, the blood and tears of the most powerful, everything was so real, but at this moment Qiu understands that those are not real, or they are just reappearances of what was once real.

"Why do those powerful beings seem to have lost their souls and only know how to kill?

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Why do they show expressions of relief before death?

Do these millions of living beings really exist in the past?

It is said that every supreme being has a deep respect for all races.

They all have great achievements, could this be the reason?"

He was whispering, and tears were flowing down unsatisfactorily.

There were too many doubts in his heart, but at the same time, he also knew that no one could solve this kind of problem.

He was as weak as a child at this time, and he was not qualified to know the origin of the matter.

In the end, if we reach the highest level in the future, maybe everything will be solved.

But no matter what, the blood and tears of the strong, the weeping of the creatures, and the majestic figure of the Supreme are all deeply imprinted in Xi's mind at this time.

There are too many secrets in the world, and the life of the Supreme is the most mysterious.

He fought in the first half of his life.

He traveled all over the world and was ultimately invincible in the world.

He spent the rest of his life working for hundreds of millions of creatures in the world without leaving any merit or fame.

In the end, he completely disappeared from heaven and earth.

"Practice, I want to reach the peak of strength and go to war.

I have a feeling that the disappearance of the Supreme is related to those crazy strong men.

Find out the whole story, find the mastermind behind the scenes, and kill on behalf of all the souls in the world, just like...

Supreme."

There was an astonishing light in Xie's eyes.

Perhaps at this moment, he himself didn't notice that the Taoist heart he had been practicing was quietly changing

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