Su Yun kept falling down, feeling of powerlessness continued to flow, and his physical soul continued to decompose and turned into a chaotic aura, which would make him weaker and weaker.

He fell into the Seventh Immortal Realm and saw You Chaosheng killing Emperor Hu from afar.

Youchaosheng killed the emperor again and again, but every time the emperor died suddenly, he would reborn in the cycle of reincarnation, endless and never stop.

Su Yun's face was dull and he was completely disappointed.

Without his help, Youchaosheng could not achieve the integration of five strings and crack the flying ring of reincarnation.

It is not Di Hu who blocks the birth of the Seok Tide, but the flying ring of reincarnation, which is the Holy King of Reincarnation.

The Holy King of Reincarnation is like a cat catching a mouse, teasing Youchaosheng, watching him do useless work while doing it. Only when he gets tired of playing will he kill Youchaosheng.

"Now, no one can stop this."

He fell into the imperial court.

The Seventh Immortal Realm was originally shrouded by Su Yun's Taoist Realm, and there was no tendency to be ashes of catastrophes, and the vitality and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth were regained vitality again. Now, Su Yun's cultivation and magic power continued to turn into chaos, but even his entire person was in chaos, and the Seventh Immortal Realm also began to be ashes of catastrophes again.

However, the process of ashesification is long, but the trend is unavoidable.

Ordinary people cannot sense the weakness of the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. Only immortals can sense that the seventh immortal world suddenly turns from prosperity to decline at this moment.

But this change is slight, and people's lives will continue, and it will not be like the energy of heaven and earth rapidly depleted during the rebellion of the Gray Fairy.

The Seventh Immortal Realm can last for a long time before the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will wither. Even during this period, the vitality of Heaven and Earth can support more spiritual scholars to become immortals, and perhaps even several existences of the ninth level of the Dao Realm will appear.

However, without Su Yun's blessing, all this will be a dream bubble.

Su Yun landed in the imperial palace of the imperial court. The Holy King of Reincarnation was very considerate. He did not kill him, nor did he let him fall down his head and feet, but instead placed him gently on the ground.

Su Yun stood there silently, trying to mobilize his cultivation, but he could not mobilize any vitality.

The innate Qi in his body turned into chaotic energy, and the primordial spirit was constantly chaotic. His vitality has been cut off. The reason why he is not dead now is that his body and primordial spirit are too strong, and it will take some time to completely turn into chaotic energy.

Sooner or later he will turn into a chaotic aura and dissipate between the world.

"Your Majesty is back!"

When a palace maid found him, she was overjoyed and hurriedly ran around to announce the good news.

Su Yun opened his mouth but did not stop him.

Not long after, Emperor Yuntian disappeared when he returned to the imperial capital and spread throughout the imperial capital. Soon Chi Xiaoyao came over and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you are back, what's the situation of the battle?"

Su Yun's mouth moved and he didn't say anything.

Chi Xiaoyao said excitedly: "The world is peaceful now, right? Finally, there is no need to fight a war!"

At this time, Yinglong's voice came from outside: "Your Majesty is back? How is the battle?"

Before his voice fell, he could hear the voices of Bai Ze, Nu Chou and others: "Your Majesty's return must have brought great good news!"

"Nonsense! Your Majesty fought to the death with the Holy King of Reincarnation. If he didn't win, how could he come back?"

They rushed in, and Su Yun saw those smiling faces, opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Chi Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Your Majesty wins! The world is peaceful!"

Yinglong Bai Ze and others were excited and cheered.

More people rushed over after hearing the news. Hongluo, Penghua, Sang Tianjun and others came into Su Yun's eyes. They were still next to Su Yun's side and heard the good news of Su Yun's victory, and the cheers were even louder and more urgent.

Not long after, the ancient gods who came from afar also learned the news and were all overjoyed.

Zuo Songyan also came over. He was unable to cultivate the ninth level of the Taoist realm for a long time. He was exhausted and was already tired and gray-haired, and he was a little old-fashioned.

"Have you won?" he asked tremblingly.

After receiving the affirmative answer from Ying Long and others, he couldn't help but burst into tears and was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

The people in the imperial capital were even more happy and ran around to tell each other. At night, people put on lights and held grand celebrations, and the colorful lanterns on the flower street shone on the sky.

These noises seemed to have nothing to do with Su Yun. He sent everyone away and sat alone in the empty hall.

"I have four years left, and I have four years left!"

His eyes once again ignited the light of hope, and his breathing was a little rapid: "I can resolve this dead end, I can definitely do it! I have been through so many years of suffering, and nothing can stump me!"

He thought hard, looking for vitality.

The celebration in the imperial capital lasted for more than half a month before it slowly ended. After the carnival, people still lived as usual, but their words and expressions were not as solemn as before.

Their mentality is much better than before, optimistic and sunny, as if no difficulties will exist anymore.

Even Zuo Songyan, who has been practicing hard for many years, has been drunk and happy at the celebration, leaving all the haze that has been suppressed for six or seven years behind.

Yinglong and others originally wanted to invite Su Yun out and have fun with the people, but Su Yun was in seclusion and thought that he was seriously injured, so he did not disturb him.

However, Su Yun's retreat this time was extremely long, until one day, Chi Xiaoyao couldn't help but break into the hall where he was in seclusion and practiced.

Chi Xiaoyao did not find Su Yun, but only saw an old man with snow-white temples sitting on the ground.

"Is Emperor Yuntian here?" Chi Xiaoyao asked.

The old man sat on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing.

Chi Xiaoyao was confused and searched around, but still couldn't find Su Yun, so he planned to leave.

"Senior Sister Xiaoyao..." An old and hoarse voice came from behind her.

Chi Xiaoyao's body trembled, turned around, showing an incredible look. The white-haired old man raised his head tremblingly, revealing a familiar and unfamiliar face for her.

"Senior Sister Xiaoyao..."

There was a chaotic air overflowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, "I'm defeated."

Chi Xiaoyao felt the sky was spinning, and her mind was blank, but she heard herself comforting the old man: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's not a common occurrence for victory or defeat? It's okay..."

She walked up, squatted down and held the old man in her arms, and comforted her softly.

"This time it's different, there's no hope of turning the tables..."

The old man looked up at her, tears flowing down his wrinkled face, as if he suddenly had an emotional breakdown and could no longer manage his heart. "I have found all the possibilities, and there is no hope!"

Chi Xiaoyao didn't know how she got out of this hall. She only knew that she could do her best to keep a smile and smile at everyone she met.

She learned this secret from the elderly Su Yun. She had to bury the secret in her heart and could not tell anyone.

She had no time to walk out of the imperial palace, and she felt that this secret was about to crush her.

She hurriedly took off the air, quickly left the place, returned to her residence, locked the door, and locked herself in the room, and then she dared to cry out loud.

It was not until her children came to find her that she put on her makeup and walked out pretending to be nothing.

Chi Xiaoyao sent someone out to search for Xiao Di Shu everywhere. After a few months, they finally found Xiao Di Shu who was practicing in seclusion.

The little emperor suddenly entered the palace to see Su Yun. Three months later, the little emperor suddenly walked out and shook his head at Chi Xiaoyao: "I can't help but have nothing to do. Although I can't help but have someone to save him. But I can't get in there, and only those who have cultivated to the Emperor Realm may be able to get in without dying. I'm not."

He left sadly: "It will take some time for me to cultivate to the Emperor Realm, but before that, he was already dead."

Chi Xiaoyao walked into the palace and saw Su Yun sitting there, with chaos surrounding him overflowing, his body was like a dead tree and his heart was ashes.

Chi Xiaoyao didn't know what to say, so he turned around and left.

After she left, the red dress fluttered in front of Su Yun's eyes, dyeing the dim and unclear world in his eyes red.

"Su Lang..."

The squeaking sound came, fiddling in his dead heart, but Su Yun's squeaking heart could not make a wonderful sound.

"Sulang, I feel your setbacks, anger, and powerlessness."

Su Yun lay on Hongshang, his figure rising and falling with Hongshang's dancing. He curled up like a baby. Wutong appeared at some point, but he was snuggling on Wutong's legs.

The beauty is as beautiful as before, unparalleled.

She gently stroked his white hair, and her fingers slid over the wrinkles on his face, and she exclaimed Zhilan: "You are desperate, sinking, your pure heart of Tao has broken and broken, the first time you are so close to me. Hold me tightly and sink into devils with me..."

Su Yun hugged her body tightly and pressed her side to her lower abdomen. The feeling of weightlessness came. They fell into the darkness together, falling endlessly.

She whispered in his ear, "Be deviled, the man I love the most, be deviled with me."

Combined with me, it turned into a bird with wings.

Side by side with me, like a butterfly among flowers.

Roll with me, take off the bondage of this body, and no longer have any disguise.

Mix together, fall together, and become demons together.

Let darkness fill the heart of Tao, let the darkness of Tao heart be released happily, unrestrained, and enjoy the pleasure of the flesh to the spirit.

The red dress flies, dancing in the palace, covering up the spring light.

She led Su Yun and enjoyed the beauty of being possessed by the devil.

This is her obsession, the last obsession.

Only by seducing your lover into a demon can you cultivate to the ninth level of the demonic path. At this moment, she has been waiting for too long.

She induces Su Yun to fall, but Su Yun can no longer resist. She dances with her, sinks with her, and goes to the devil's love with her.

Wutong finally cultivated the ninth level of the demonic path, but she suddenly burst into tears.
To be continued...