He murmured to himself, his whole body turned into a stone man falling into a turbulent ocean.

A thunder fell.

The petrified seeking Tao is split into ashes and disperses with the wind.

There is no place to die.

...

"He's dead."

The man in the straw raincoat stood beside Zhou Xuanji and said calmly.

Zhou Xuanji, who was healing, opened his eyes and remained silent, feeling a little complicated.

To be honest, he has always been full of resentment towards the two heavenly tribulations.

The heavenly tribulation is the witness of the long river of history and is always inspiring people's hearts. When the Northern Wilderness Really ushers in a crisis, they are helpless.

But today's performance of seeking Tao has dissipated his resentment.

There was a little more indescribable sadness.

"That true god is dead, although the disaster is over, but the Northern Wilderness..."

The man in the straw raincoat sighed and looked into the distance, and saw waves rising from the canyons in the distance.
Chapter completed!