Li Xi'an passed through the silt black and red swamp. This was the corpse left after Wu died. It was a chaotic body that was comparable to the universe. He had been walking on this corpse for a long time and had worked very hard to find the position that the other party could call it the "head".

Then raise the Xi sword high and aim it to cut it across.

In an instant, the light and pus and blood burst out together, and the smell was stinking.

"I thought the Supreme corpse would have some magical effects." Li Xi'an said.

"How is it possible that the power of the supreme is concentrated on the throne and the Taoist rhyme. At the moment of death, life withered, the throne is broken, the Taoist rhyme is gone, all this is gone, what's the use of a corpse? Think about it, are you willing to leave a lot of benefits for the creature who killed you? Only ten kinds of suffering are very hard-working, and we are thought of every day, and we become the supreme. As for treasures... there are many, but you have to be able to find His temple. There are almost no supreme who will bring those useless treasures except His supreme weapons."

"Supreme weapon..." Li Xi'an looked up, and the chaotic sea tide that enveloped the universe rolled, rushing around in the vast darkness.

That is Wu's supreme weapon. Now that he has lost his master, the power hidden in the sea of ​​chaos is rushing.

Eight arms appeared around the Chaos Sea, fixing the eight directions of the Chaos Sea. Now the inscriptions in the depths of the Chaos Sea have been erased, killing a supreme. The first one to be affected is the supreme weapon closely connected to it. At this time, the Chaos Sea is an indescribable strange matter, and the chaos energy is permeated, which is the prototype of the universe's development.

"It's even more powerful than when I was in control." Li Xi'an felt the violent power transmitted from the eight passes of Taihang. He could not forcefully fix the Chaos Sea for too long.

"Because Wu was no longer in its peak state, the loss of Wu's inscriptions unraveled the limitations of the Chaos Sea and brought it back to its original appearance. In his heyday, Wu swam among the various universes with the Chaos Sea, and sowed the universe to the boundless darkness like sowing seeds. His Taoist rhyme and reflection were only a bit abstract, but people were still quite good. If there was no Battle of Jiuzhou, He was a hard-working farmer."

"Stop feeling, 未, you can't hold back the corners of your mouth." Li Xi'an calmed down.

"Hehe! The broken throne brought by the Supreme after death, I will create a feast for you and bring you into my stomach!" said Xu happy.

"Broken Throne?"

"The Taoist rhyme will dissipate, and life will be silent. But since the throne has been cast, it will only leave broken remains. The Supreme and the Supreme can eat the other throne to replenish themselves. Generally speaking, the Supreme Death Throne will not be broken to formless, usually just covered with broken patterns. Maybe it was because Wu had broken most of the time in the Battle of Kyushu. It is indeed a bit difficult to find it now... Hum? What are you doing?"

The runes of the Hetu Luoshu appear around the huge head, which is almost equivalent to the mass of half the universe. The words of the Hetu Luoshu are naturally unremarkable. The dark and golden ancient Jiuzhou texts are lit up in the dark, as if this universe has regained stars.

Wu saw that this was to teleport the head away at one time.

It is hard to believe that someone would do such things with the Hetu Luoshu.

"It's a lot of loss, but it's meaningless. I don't think it's something a guy like you can do. Why?" Xu was so surprised that he could stop looking for the broken throne, and raised his head to ask Li Xi'an.

"I promised someone before."

"That person wants this guy, but it's really heavy-tasting."

"Respect the key points, otherwise you will take your head over."

"Okay, Master Li Xian, you have a big fist, you have the final say." Wu didn't care and turned around and looked for the Broken Throne. This was the top priority that could restore some of His strength.

Li Xi'an no longer paid attention to the skull. He focused his mind and made every effort to build the universe bridge of the Hetu Luoshu. When the Hetu Luoshu was ready, an instant, a beam of light covering half of the universe came. Under the erosion of the light, the head gradually disappeared and was taught to the Red Temple by Li Xi'an.

The black lake water under the stone road of Hongmiao can accommodate this head.

After doing this, Li Xi'an turned around and found that the worms were still rummaging through Wu's corpse. The swarm of insects like black rain circled over Wu's corpse. He did not find what he wanted.

"Absurd, how could it not be? It should be there, it's so weird..." Wu stood up from one part, covered in pus and blood.

He looked at Li Xi'an far away, shook his head and continued to search.

"Although that throne is powerful, he has not cultivated himself, so he can't eat it."

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Li Xi'an ignored the silence and let him jump up and down in this universe.

The runes of the moon bow are buzzing happily at this moment.

Even the feathers find it difficult to understand the source of the rune at this supreme level. Yuegong does not belong to him at all now, but it still establishes a connection with him. At the moment when this supreme rune appears, Li Xi'an also noticed this breath.

The birth of the eagle he sensed was the moon god, and the runes resonated with that part of the moon bow.

Come here across thousands of universes.

The last dark moon, when the arrows streaked across the Chaos Sea, Li Xi'an's ears sounded in his ears, a woman who was on the moon, and she said, "Look carefully, only teach once." The contract had been established thousands of years ago, and it might be even longer, because he, who had mastered the years, lost his sensitivity to time on this long journey, and he couldn't remember when it was.

Walking out of the ruins of pus, blood and stars, he walked towards the laurel tree.

A woman was sleeping under the laurel tree. When Li Xi'an subconsciously took a lighter pace.

"Moon God." Li Xi'an muttered, "I remember that I never seemed to ask your name."

"Have we seen it?" An ethereal voice sounded.

From that time that was intercepted by Li Xi'an.

"I've seen it." Li Xi'an said softly.

He no longer knew how many time he had gone through alone and how many powerful enemies he had defeated. Until now, Li Xi'an finally touched on clues about Jiuzhou again. He stretched out his hand and watched the crystal rain of laurel flow down from his fingers in silence.

Then, hold them tightly.

Holding the rain tightly.

Invisibly, it seemed like a bell ringing, and the spreading wave of air swept through the past. But it was not a wave of air, but the supreme authority revealed by the throne of time!

The rain stopped.

Taking the time he seized as the origin, the rain began to flow backwards, just like the thousands of moonlight in the universe rushing towards the broken giant tree. All the scars were smoothed by time, and the dissected trunks gathered again and became fulcrums, and finally attracted the retrograde moonlight and gathered into the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree.

He usurped a piece of time and space, building a barrier to the existence of living beings killed by the supreme.

Under the laurel, the woman opened her eyes.

She saw the mysterious and majestic golden creature and said to her: "It's time to go home."
Chapter completed!