"Yes, I haven't succeeded, so you can't. If you insist on trying, I'll wait and see."

Ninth Chaos replied, his tone was calm and he was not angry with the Taoist ancestor.

The Taoist ancestor suddenly waved his hand and fell down, causing a storm, shaking the mountains and rivers of the Ninth Chaos. The Ninth Chaos followed the move, and the chess piece turned into a mountain, blocking the wind and waves, shaking it apart.

The two Taoist creators continued to play, and the mountains and rivers in front of them were sometimes destroyed and sometimes reappeared, as if they could never decide the outcome.

...

The end of the world, the underworld.

In the majestic ghost fog, an extremely majestic city stands majestic, like the hugest ghost and god in the underworld hidden in the darkness. The exposed figure is enough to scare the souls of all.

There is a plaque hanging on the city gate, engraved with three words that are even larger than the mountains, Hall of Yama!

On the first floor of the Hall of Yama, Yang Tiandong was lying on a chair, shaking a feather fan in his hand, and blue flames burned on his feathers, and the incitement was actually chilling.

“There is no hope for this day.”

Yang Tiandong suddenly sighed, he used to yearn for the Zhongyuan Realm, but now he feels bored.

He controls the underworld of the Zhongyuan Realm, and any foreign power who wants to enter the Zhongyuan Realm must ask him.

It is no exaggeration to say that now he is fearless except for his master.

Eternal power brings endless emptiness.

Although he is just a saint of the great way, he also has the invincible loneliness of being invincible at the height of the sky.

When she is bored, Yang Tiandong likes to look back and immerse herself in the adventures she had in the past.

Just when Yang Tiandong was bored, a figure came.

It is the Shiyuan Hongmeng.

Yang Tiandong glanced at him and didn't care.

Shiyuan Hongmeng said, "I am Shiyuan Hongmeng. I want to reincarnate into the Zhongyuan Realm and see the appearance of Zhongyuan Realm. My deity will not go in. I only put a ray of will. I will greet you, which is also a way to give the Lord face."

Yang Tiandong felt that Shiyuan Hongmeng's name was a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it was the Hongmeng demon god who merged with Han Huang and the new Taoist creator.

Facing the Creator, Yang Tiandong was not at all panicked.

He said carelessly: "Since he is a creator, can he ask for instructions to rule?"

"Where can you see the Lord? Can you?"

"That means you have no fate."

Yang Tiandong smiled and said with a smile. He knew that his master was in the temple, but who could enter except the disciples of the Hidden Sect?

"Han Huang didn't go to find the master?"

"I've gone, but the Lord is not in the temple. His clone said that his deity is in the Zhongyuan Realm. If I reincarnate, I will visit the Lord."

Shi Yuan Hongmeng frowned and said, the King of Hell in front of him made him very unhappy.

The little king of Hell dares to make things difficult for him?

However, considering that the other party was the master's apprentice, he had to bear it.

Yang Tiandong thought for a while and said, "Okay, your deity must stay in this hall."

"Um."

Shi Yuan Hongmeng responded, walked to the corner of the hall to meditate, and divided a ray of will into the cycle of reincarnation in the end Yuan Realm.

Yang Tiandong no longer looked at him and continued to immerse himself in the past.

In the following years, reincarnations appeared one after another in the Hall of Yama, and Yang Tiandong arranged them one by one.

Ten thousand years later.

A figure appeared, it was Han Jue.

Yang Tiandong glanced casually, and didn't care at first, but suddenly saw the other person clearly and stood up suddenly.

"Master...Master..."

Yang Tiandong said in a trembling voice, Han Jue ignored him.

Shi Yuan Hongmeng in the corner stood up and the two disappeared into the hall.

Yang Tiandong breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't seen Han Jue for too long, and his relationship was so distant that he had only felt afraid and nervous when he saw Han Jue. Therefore, when Han Jue left, he felt free.

As for what Han Jue and Shi Yuan Hongmeng were going to do, he was not interested.

...

Over the Zhongyuan Realm.

Han Jue and Shi Yuan Hongmeng looked down below together.

"How do you feel?" Han Jue asked.

Shi Yuan Hongmeng kept his eyes open and sighed: "Perfection is more perfect than Hongmeng and Chaos."

Han Jue smiled.

Shi Yuan Hongmeng hesitated for a moment and asked: "Master, is there a stronger bloodline than the Hongmeng Demon God? Or, can Hongmeng Demon God continue to evolve?"

Han Jue smiled and said, "The cultivation level is endless, and naturally there is no bloodline. Do you want to continue to evolve? It's very difficult."

"I want to give it a try."

"How to try?"

"I didn't expect it for the time being."

Shiyuan Hongmeng replied truthfully, not discouraged, but full of confidence.

Han Jue smiled and said, "Then look for it in the Zhongyuan Realm."

After saying that, he disappeared beside Shiyuan Hongmeng.

"There will indeed be an existence beyond the Hongmeng Demon God in the future."

Han Jue's voice sounded in Shi Yuan Hongmeng's ears, and then a figure appeared in Shi Yuan Hongmeng's mind.

It was the mysterious white-haired man.

Shi Yuan Hongmeng narrowed his eyes and recorded this person.

In other words, this person has the potential to surpass the Hongmeng Demon God.

Why did the master tell him about this?

Is it for the sake of the Korean desolation?

Shiyuan Hongmeng couldn't figure it out, so he decided to find this person first.

He immediately turned into countless clones and traveled around the heavens.

...

Inside the third yard.

Han Jue returned to his Taoist temple, and the Taoist couples also came back. This trip made them feel very happy. The trip was not the fun itself, but mainly because of Han Jue's company.

Han Jue sat on the rosette, his eyes fell on Hongmeng again.

After his reminder, the future began to change.

In order to evolve, Shiyuan Hongmeng became possessed by the evil spirit. At first he did not believe in Han Jue very much, but he could not evolve after countless years, so he recalled the white-haired man Han Jue referred to.

Even in the end, the white-haired man became his inner demon, causing him to set off a war between the Taoist Creator in the endless era, shocking the past and present.

As for the white-haired man, he never appeared in the future.

The reason why Han Jue did this was just to think of a white-haired man more, so that the white-haired man would not suddenly grow up when he was not paying attention.

He didn't want to go specifically to find someone who was a white-haired man. Instead of waiting, he wanted to become stronger.

Shiyuan Hongmeng's obsession was too deep. Even if Han Jue did not provoke him, this guy would sooner or later put his thoughts on the powerful bloodlines of the Zhongyuan Realm and even target Han Jue.

Given an illusory goal, Shiyuan Hongmeng will not be desperate.

Han Jue whispered to himself: "When I surpass the Zhongyuan Demon God, I can give way to you three, but can you last for a while? Don't let me down."

The reason why I tolerate Shiyuan Hongmeng was because of Han Huang.

The three Hongmeng demon gods have the same fate. Even though Han Jue has a way to separate them, it will cause irreversible damage to Han Huang and there will be no progress in the future.

Han Jue can allow other Creative Lords to appear, but it is best for his children, and before that, he must surpass Creative Lords first.

After thinking about it, Han Jue closed his eyes and prepared to continue practicing.

Time passes by rapidly.

Another billion years have passed.

Han Jue is already 5.4 billion years old.
Chapter completed!