Tongtian's personality is still so free and unrestrained. The purple-red Taoist robe kept floating in the salty sea breeze of the East China Sea, but he let it go, as if he was telling his attitude towards that matter. Chen Yuyang knew that since that matter, Tongtian no longer had the passion of the prehistoric world as he had in the past and the sense of responsibility for the prehistoric world as before. Although Tongtian, who was sitting in front of Chen Yuyang, was still handsome, he was no longer able to be the world or the prehistoric world.

Although that incident became the fuse of the transformation of the sky, there are more or less personality.

Tongtian values ​​love and righteousness, but ended up in the end of the gods. Most of the disciples of the Jie Sect flew back and annihilated, and some of the deep-minded people also died of their bodies, forced to be trapped in the list of gods, and ordered to be ordered to be in the heavenly court. What caused all this was not others, but the brothers and feet he once vowed to protect for life. How can this not make Tongtian's heart feel ashamed?

Although Chen Yuyang's sudden arrival changed Tongtian's tragic ending intentionally or unintentionally, it was just a matter under the law of heaven and not a human will, so Tongtian was still defeated.

Although the Three Divines are as reconciled as before when Xiao Tianzun’s wedding, the broken mirror will always leave a crack and cannot be erased. It is a deep imprint on the soul, and it is also a kind of fear and fear.

It seemed to remember the first time he and Chen Yuyang were outside Zixiao Palace. Tongtian couldn't help but show a faint but bitter smile on his face. He raised the extremely mellow grape wine in the cup and drank it all in one sip. There was no complaint or complaint, but he just felt a little bitter at the corner of his mouth, and there was also sweetness in the bitterness. He couldn't help but exclaim: "Good wine!"

Immediately afterwards, Tongtian looked at the moonlight cup in his hand and fell into silence again, as if he was a philosopher who was thinking about life.

Chen Yuyang looked at him and the corners of his mouth floated slightly. Chen Yuyang, a saint under the way of heaven, likes Tongtian the most because Tongtian has true nature, love, hatred, reluctance, and unwillingness, just like a mortal. His expression contains too many things.

Looking up at the sky of Jiutian, Tongtian suddenly laughed loudly, raised his empty wine glass, and Chen Yuyang was not seeing each other, pouring wine for Tongtian. The blood-colored red jade came out of the wine pot, and drew a bright arc in the salty sea breeze. On this vast land, only Tongtian dared to let Chen Yuyang pour wine and feel at ease.

I saw Tongtian lifted his wine glass high, looked at the sky and said generously: "To you~~~"

Little did not know that at this moment, countless immortals left a tear in the heaven, and their hearts were filled with mixed feelings. Bitter, sour, and touched, appeared in their hearts without exception. Those who had wine around them even raised their wine glasses, knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowed to the East China Sea side, tears in their eyes, and their voices trembled slightly, saying, "Teacher (Teacher)"

Tongtian drank it all over again, but the unspeakable pleasure was silently wet with the pleasure.

Chen Yuyang knew what Tongtian was thinking at this moment. When he was conquered the gods, he was stabbed by the closest person. The wound that had healed in his heart was torn and bleeding again. His body was filled with sadness and killing. Now the prelude to the robbery has come again, but Tongtian is no longer the Tongtian who dared to challenge Chen Yuyang with just his will and friendship.

When Tongtian grows up, people will always grow up, and they will always pay a price to grow up. This price is bloody injury. So at such a moment, Tongtian chose to retreat. Only retreat is the only way out. He can protect his disciples from being comprehensive, and not hurt his brotherhood. He didn't know if there would be two more swords behind him in this great disaster.

Above the Nine Heavens, the Great Chitian and the Eight Scenery Palaces, Master Xuandu stood far away from the palace gate, and his heart was filled with a trace of disregard for you. Looking at Donghai, he thought to himself: Master Tongtian is too affectionate and too much true feelings.

As a disciple of the Grand Lord of the Three Realms, Xuandu is also a disciple of the Xuanmen for three generations. Whether Zhao Gongming or Guangchengzi, he should respectfully call him Senior Brother when he sees the Grand Master of Xuanmen. It can be seen that this person has a high status in the Xuanmen of the Three Realms, and is illuminated by the first person below the saint. Now he is standing outside the Eight Scenery Palace Gate. It is conceivable what happened in the palace.

I looked at the fire in the Bagua furnace quietly at the fire in the Bagua furnace, shining little by little, and the tea cup held in the palm of my hand trembled a little. The whole air trembled. Looking at the firewood that was constantly adding and the ashes being cleaned up, I sighed deeply, as if I had thought of many things from many years ago.

"I don't know how many years have you been?" I finally spoke, as if I was talking to myself, and as if I was talking to the people under me.

Under my body, Yuanshi Tianzun was sitting quietly, his eyes were hollow and confused, and he seemed to have not heard his senior brother's words. It took a long time to raise his eyebrows with a hint of warmth in his wrinkles and smile and said, "Yes, I don't know how many years have you been? Since the death of the great god Pangu, our brothers have existed on the prehistoric land."

After a breath of wind, Yuanshi Tianzun seemed to have enough courage to look at the island in the east of the lower realm, and then said, "I'm sorry to Junior Brother Tongtian, I misunderstood my brotherhood!"

I picked up the fan at my hand and smiled bitterly, as if I was mocking myself: "I am not the same, it was not the fault of my second brother." My expression suddenly became gloomy, and my snow-white hair fluttered a few times beside the fire, and said: "I have practiced hard for years to forget the way of forgetting love, but in the end I realized that being affection but not merciless is actually not important. Some things that can't be forgotten!"

"At that time, I was a rift in my heart for my brother, and a disciple of the Jie Sect could only destroy the most unforgettable brotherhood. For this reason, I did not hesitate to turn against Tongtian for my brother, and the Four Saints defeated Zhuxian. Now it seems that it is extremely ridiculous. If it weren't for the disagreement between my brothers and me, how could I let my luck give up people!"

Yuanshi looked at me in shock, but he didn't expect that his senior brother would have the thoughts back then. He couldn't help but feel cold. The dispute between him and Tongtian was just a battle of intention. But the senior brother seemed to have already planned it. However, listening to me expressing my thoughts, Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't help but nodded and said, "It's said that saints are ruthless, but I don't know who can be truly ruthless? Even the teacher is not immune!"

The two of them were speechless, just quietly silent. Watching the flames in the stove extinguish, burn, extinguish, and burn again, all kinds of emotions enveloped their hearts for a moment. Kunlun grew up, boiled wine to discuss the Tao, and listened to the sermons in Zixiao Palace. Every scene was very real and very nostalgic, but it could no longer go back to the past.
Chapter completed!