only……

"It takes time!"

Xu Xiaoshou had no idea how long this time was.

He is anxious about the eight acquaintances of the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, so he may have to wait for him for a while, and he is also anxious about the situation in the Holy God Continent. He will not wait until he leaves to see that the Third Patriarch has achieved success, right?

"I'm too anxious to eat hot tofu."

Xu Xiaoshou comforted himself, put aside everything in the outside world, and devoted himself to "turning around."

One day has passed...

Two days have passed...

A week has passed...

January has passed...

"Grass!"

Xu Xiaoshou lost control again.

His eyes were about to burst, but unfortunately he still couldn't turn around, and he couldn't even move his skin and flesh. It was too painful.

"Hua Chang Deng..."

"The Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, the Evil One..."

One after another, the demons bared their teeth and claws, turning into mountains after mountains, pressing heavily on their shoulders.

There is still the sound of water rushing behind you, but what it is is completely invisible - is it really a long river of time?

Maybe it's a ghost.

Maybe a ghost is riding on my neck.

Maybe they, they, grabbed me from behind and didn't want to let me go back.

"call!"

Xu Xiaoshou took a deep breath again and immediately closed his eyes.

His consciousness returned to himself on the hospital bed in his previous life, and he laughed out loud again.

"At least, I can resist for three years."

Three years have passed...

Five years have passed...

Ten years have passed...

When Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had let go, his spirit violently rioted again, and the dust-laden anxiety poured out like water from a broken dam.

It turns out that I have never given up.

"Don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will kill him!"

Xu Xiaoshou roared at the top of his lungs, and after finishing his sentence, he laughed slightly sickly.

Maybe I can't go back.

He did not give up, and was still trying to turn around little by little, but he was no longer limited to just trying to turn around.

He listened to the sound of rushing water behind him and began to rehearse the naming sword technique in his mind. Time waits for no one, and he has to practice Taoism.

Only Dao Cheng can break this situation!

"A good name is like water..."

Water is good for all things and does not fight for it, and people do not fight for it, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Going with the flow may be the only thing you can do at the moment.

In the difficult situation, he began to practice his name and sword.

He listened to the sound of water, heard the waves, floods, and tides, and heard the surge in his heart.

Check out the correct version one by one!

One hundred years have passed.

The water of the long river behind me seems to have passed the flood season and returned to the sound of Dingdong Spring. It is a river, a stream, and my own peace.

Two hundred years have passed.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had finished cultivating the above names and there was nothing more he could do.

His attention returned to "turning around". At this moment, although he kept insisting, his body did not move at all.

"I will be lost..."

When I realize that I will be like the ancestor of time, like the empty regret, lost in the predicament of turning my back on the long river of time.

At a certain moment, whether it was an illusion or persistence, Xu Xiaoshou felt his eyelids twitch.

"Moving?!"

He was ecstatic and calm again.

This is the first movement in more than two hundred years. Even if this is true, the outside world should have changed and the situation has changed drastically.

After all, my past self only debuted for a year and a half.

The Eight Masters know that from glory to decline, no matter how hard they are about to pay, it only takes thirty or fifty years.

As far as the Ancestral God is concerned, there are too many variables that can occur in two hundred years!

"Inaction."

"And do anything."

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't let himself continue to think wildly.

He continued to practice Taoism, listening to the sound of water starting to ripple behind him again, he chuckled and sealed away his past self.

He will not be lost.

He stands firm in himself.

If this is a dilemma, it is time for Nuo to join forces, and following the trend is the only way to break the situation.

He will hone himself and his will here until one day, he may turn around, or he may become a god and ancestor, defeat the invisible enemy, and defeat himself.

By then, he may have forgotten the past, the present, and himself, but as long as the sealed memory is opened, he believes that he will still remember the "purpose" at that time:

He wants to go out.

He wants to leave Gujin Wangyou Tower.

He wants to go back to find the Eight Masters and help him, even if he has to travel back through the long river of time.

"Justice may be late, but I, Xu Xiaoshou, will never be late."

"No one can change my will, not illness, not imprisonment, not even the ancestral gods."

Fortunately, the Yi Dao Pan has transcended Taoism.

Xu Xiaoshou sealed away his past self, fearing that he would be truly lost.

He listened to the sound of the long river of time again, fell into silence, and began to think about Tao, names, and then "I".

"Discern me..."

A thousand years have passed.

In fact, Xu Xiaoshou could not remember the time, and he was too lazy to calculate it.

But he suddenly pulled away from "I" because he moved again. He could feel that the non-existent body and fingers moved.

"My will has been able to break through the invisible shackles and touch my soul and my body."

"Even if this world has cut off the connection between me and myself, and separated my body, soul, and mind, and built them with the power of the ancestral gods, I have been able to break through it a little. Success is just around the corner."

"I've become stronger..."

The beating of my fingertips did not bring joy.

Xu Xiaoshou had almost forgotten why he was here, why he came here, and whether he wanted to go out or not.

The only things he insists on without asking why are only two things:

1. Turn around and face the time.

Second, cultivate your mind and take advantage of the difficulties here to sharpen yourself.

…

"Wow!"

The sound of rushing water in the long river passed by my ears.

Ten thousand years? Thirty thousand years? I wonder if tens of thousands of years have passed.
To be continued...