Although the chaos is dying day by day.

But Wu Zhuo's fall is still the greatest sorrow at this time.

At the beginning, the surviving innate gods, after discussing how many methods, could not prevent Wuchou's remnant thoughts from annihilating, finally sent the opponent's body into this cemetery.

In the end, Xiao Ye said, Wu Zhuo didn't fall so easily?

The middle-aged man quickly released the will of the gods and went to explore the remnant of Wuchou, his complexion suddenly changed slightly.

As the muffled sound came out, this remnant did indeed undergo some changes, and there was a kind of faint fluctuation flowing.

It is like a towering tree. After withering, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth and carries out the cycle of life in the wind and frost.

Under the accumulation year after year.

The dead leaves that fell into the earth finally formed new seeds and began to take root and germinate.

Wow!

Amidst the horror of the middle-aged man, there was already a surging light, and in the sky above the cemetery, a young man with a frightening appearance emerged.

His whole body is not obvious, but he can move his hands and feet, and he has an aura that makes Wan Dao awe.

"Xiao...Master Xiao Ye!"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his heart beating wildly, and he knelt down quickly.

Although the ancestor **** Heavenly Court had already decayed, Xiao Ye's stone statues and perfect creatures had all worshipped, and he would naturally recognize it at a glance.

The great ancestor of the ancestral **** heaven, appeared for Wuchou.

Xiao Ye ignored the middle-aged man. With his deep eyes, he looked at the witch's remnant body, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Little guy, you did not live up to my expectations."

As Shiyi said.

This is the scourge of Wuchou's hit, and it cannot be avoided. If it can survive, then the future of Wuchou will truly come.

Over the years, although he and Shiyi have not interfered, they have been paying attention and worrying about it, and they really disappeared.

After discovering that Wu Zhuo might have survived, he couldn't help but show up.

At this moment, the middle-aged man had already got up, with excitement, quietly withdrew from the cemetery.

"Master Wu Zhuo, maybe still alive!"

"Our great ancestor of the heavenly court has descended to the cemetery!"

Soon, this news was passed on by the middle-aged man.

"what?"

"Even Master Taizu has appeared!"

The first to get news was the more than 20 surviving ancestor gods, and they were all stunned.

They left the customs in a panic, and quickly rushed towards the cemetery away from Hao Da Forbidden Sky.

Followed by.

Other innate gods also moved when they heard the wind, which made the atmosphere of this decayed old land rarely become fiery.

Whether it's the witch clumsy surviving or Xiao Ye's appearance, they are all shocking to the world.

After waiting for these remaining gods, they rushed to the vicinity of the cemetery.

The place has been shrouded by the flaming Daoguang, like waterfalls pouring down from nine days, pouring into the remnant body of the shaman.

As for Xiao Ye's figure, standing high in the sky, just watching and not intervening.

"What exactly is going on?"

An innate god, stopped outside the cemetery, staring at the remains of Wu Zhuo, dumbfounded.

Wuchou's remnant body is obviously exhausted, and even Cannian is annihilated. It is no different from Falling. Why can it attract Daoguang?

So in these years, what state is Wu Zhuo in?

No one can answer this question for the time being.

Although there are more and more innate gods who have rushed here, it is still quiet here, only the sound of the Taoist is constantly roaring.

Under their watch.

Daoguang swarmed, causing Wuchou's remnant body to change, and the broken place was reorganized by the avenue, getting rid of the old body and condensing the new body.

Perceive carefully, it is not difficult to find.

In the depths of Wuchou's remnant body, there are eight hearts beating, which is the source of this movement.

"I know!"

"That is the Taoist treasure created by Master Wuzhuo!"

A great **** saw the eight hearts, and suddenly exclaimed.

When Wu Zhuo was alive, he had already begun to pave the way for the future. He didn't know how many treasures he had collected, refined into a **** spring, and nurtured with his own avenue to transform it into a Taoist treasure that suits him.

This process has been carried out eight times by shamanism, and it has not significantly promoted one's own realm. It is just the foundation and origin of pragmatism and shamanism.

Wu Zhuo died.

These eight Taoist treasures then fell silent, forming eight hearts in Wuchou's body. After they had accumulated enough, they spontaneously aroused the Dao and reshaped Wuchou's remains.

At this moment, everyone understands.

Wu Zhuo has indeed passed away, only because of those Dao Treasures, it breaks the routine and is reappearing.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The drum-like sound continued to be heard, becoming more violent and dense, and the dao light that was attracted became a piece of light, making the remnant of Wuchou nearly actinic.

Thousands of years are just over.

After all the light dissipated, the shaman on the stone platform had already cast a new body, lying there with a ruddy complexion, life flowing, but there was still no movement.

"No, we have seen Wu Zhuo's cannibalism disappear with our own eyes!"

Seeing this, the nearby congenital gods frowned.

The shaman now is just a complete body at best, without the will, let alone consciousness.

Just as a mortal loses his soul, how can we talk about resurrection after the lamp is out?

Their gazes quietly looked towards Xiao Ye.

This heavenly grand ancestor appeared for the first time for an innate god, and perhaps he had to offer a helping hand.

unfortunately.

Xiao Ye's figure just stood in the sky above the cemetery, and had no intention of making a move.

After a long silence, a roar suddenly resounded, shaking Li Hao Da Forbidden Sky.

Immediately afterwards, the dim void became brighter, and the avenues of the avenues shone out, and the flow trajectory changed immediately, and they were converging at one point.

This convergence point is at the center of Wu Zhuo's eyebrows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The eight hearts beat fiercely again, releasing immeasurable divine power, surging along Wuchou's limbs, and immediately rushed toward Wuchou's eyebrows.

In an instant.

There was a sudden madness in the cemetery, and the roar of gods and demons resounded, as if opening the river of time, with heavy shadows emerging, merging with the remnant of Wuchou.

"This is reshaping the self-will!"

Someone found the clue, his face was full of incredible color.

In the chaos.

When a **** falls, the traces in the world will disappear, but looking back in time, you can see the dead.

The traces of the past are indelible.

This is the ability endowed by Time Avenue.

And those traces represent the acting style and spirit of the trace owner.

That heavy shadow is exactly the shaman in the past.

The eight hearts are based on this, motivating the avenues of chaos and reshaping the consciousness of shamanism.

as predicted.

Wu Zhuo's eyebrows were radiating light, and a weak consciousness began to grow, and then quickly sprayed.

(First one!)