The green tower hangs in the air, swaying with green light, and trembling with sounds, as if it is twisting the void, which is very strange.
The vast aura covered the entire sea area in an instant, and then, the ancient tower and the man in black robe disappeared, and they were in a world that should not have appeared.
There was a boat, rowing straight through the turbulent waves, constantly making the sound of gentle water flow, and a sunset stretched the shadow of the man in black robes, ripples with it. There were flowers falling in the river, but they were instantly submerged by the water.
The figure of the man in black robe seemed to be blended into the river, and only his shadow could be seen. Under the fiery red light, the shadow became longer and longer, gradually sinking in the water. It was as if the world could not contain his existence and was about to be submerged.
He had no expression on his face, nor was he even remotely moved when faced with the beautiful melody of the sound of water and the warm spring flowers that he would see after riding the wind and waves. It was as if the happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy of the rest of his life had nothing to do with him, and his eyes had no brilliance.
In this world, the sunset was setting in the west, and the sunset was about to be extinguished in the sea. Suddenly there was a slight tremor. A strong wind swept the blue clouds across the sea.
This gust of wind was like a gentle wave rising slowly, stirring up chaos on the sea surface, and like countless arrows falling into the clear water, floating and sinking, tearing the sea surface into countless strands.
As a result, the boat had no way out. After driving for a few nautical miles, we came to the end, the edge of the cliff. The man in black robe stepped on a wave of waves and came to the cliff.
He opened his eyes and calmly watched the breeze fall from the curtain, and watched the arrows fall and bloom.
"Chu Musheng."
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared on the two separate coast lines. At this moment, the man in black robe suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, a green light reflected in his empty eyes.
It was a green pagoda. The difference from the original one was that this green pagoda was now a hundred feet high. A door opened and a figure walked out.
This figure was dressed in gray cloth, with a long snow-white beard falling down to his chest. This is an extremely unkempt old man. His body is so skinny that there is no trace of flesh and blood. His entire body is wrapped in skin. He looks more like a ghost than the ghosts in the Netherworld Army.
This is Cang Ancestor of the Cangwu Dao League, an extremely corrupt figure. Even those ancient beings do not have such a strong smell of decay.
This world, just when the old man exhaled, all the colors between the world turned gray, like sewage overflowing, filling a river and stream. There was a stream of dirty ash constantly spraying out from the old man's mouth and nose. The scene looked a bit strange at this moment.
It was as if this old man was a real ghost from the underworld, and black and dirty blood continued to flow out of his turbid eyes.
No one in the Cang Dao Alliance would know that Cang Ancestor, who has been resisting several great powers of the sky realm in the Netherworld alone for these thousands of years, would have such a terrifying appearance.
He is like a walking corpse, unable to see the light of day all year round. As soon as it touches the light, flesh and blood will begin to rot.
In this turbidity, Cangzu's eyes kept falling on the black shadow opposite. But he knew that no matter how hard he looked, there would be no response from that person's eyes.
But the old man still wants to take another look, even though the situation may become extremely dangerous at the next moment. He must attack the opponent with all his strength and use his most powerful means to suppress the opponent, and even his own life may be in crisis.
The old man sighed, and the wind suddenly became louder.
He was looking at the man in black robe, and also himself. Only a few people in this world know how dangerous and desperate that road is. But it still can't stop the real top people in the world from wanting to take that path.
Can't step in, can't get out of that road? Even if the great world opens up, what if it becomes destiny? Still unable to become the true pinnacle in the world, he needs to have a romantic relationship with other taboos.
For Chu Musheng, how could his ambition stop at this? At the same time, his confidence is unparalleled, and this road will eventually be trodden by him.
It's a pity that since ancient times, those strong people who stepped out with open toes have taken their pride as a sure thing and eventually fell on the road.
Chu Musheng was like this, the Lord of the Netherworld was like this, the Xingyue that appeared a few days ago was like this, and he... Cang Ancestor was like this too.
"I'm paying respect to the past, and I'm also waiting to see the future." The old man murmured, and black blood kept spilling from the corners of his mouth, and was being sucked into the dry wrinkled skin. The filth in this world seems to never leave me.
The skin on the old man's body is darker, and yellow pus may appear at any time. This is probably the reason why he has been hiding in Qingta and never shows up.
"Back then, I was so stubborn and arrogant when I pursued the source of the Tao. I fought against thousands of dangers and overcame all difficulties on this road. In the end, the source of the Tao entered my body, hoping to achieve the source of emptiness. However, I was defeated by the source of emptiness in the end. In the end, I became a statue. Living dead, if I leave this tower for too long, I will become almost like you in a short time." Cang Zu sighed.
Even Ancestor Daotian and Ancestor Wolong didn't know how powerful Cang Ancestor was, and he was once qualified to ask Lu Yuankong.
This level of strength is one of the best in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
"It's a pity that your journey finally collapsed. The legend I once heard was retrieved from the empty prison by the Lord of the Netherworld and turned into a humanoid weapon that only knew how to obey orders." Cangzu took a deep breath and said loudly He said: "You and I once lived freely and freely in the world, enjoying the glory, how could we end up like this after death? Today, I will give Brother Taoist a ride."
Cangzu took another step towards the outside of the tower, just one step. The whole figure seemed to have turned into another person, and a more majestic aura instantly surged out of the body, turning into peerless aura and blasting towards the black-robed man.
At this moment, the man in black robe finally moved. There was a brilliant green light in his body, unrivaled in the world, and turned into a peerless magic weapon, invincible and capable of killing everything in the world.
The two figures took action at the same time, without any testing or consideration. They directly wanted to kill each other and suppressed each other as quickly as possible.
The man in black robe stretched his hand forward to suppress it. Under his palm, it seemed like a sacred monument in the sky. Countless divine patterns appeared. His palm covered the sky and the earth, trying to refine the world. Fireworks burst out everywhere in an instant.
The moment this palm struck Cang Ancestor, an inexplicable aura circulated on his body, like a tsunami before the palm approached, the momentum became more powerful, and a terrifying fist light hit him.
The whole world is in a commotion, as if it has experienced one reorganization after another, and the outside world even has the same feeling. These are two amazing auras, like two taboos resurrected, looking down at the world.
