Peerless Taoist

Hearing the last part, Han Yu's eyes flashed with relief.    

"They have been through a lot following me..." Han Yu let out a long sigh. His eyes seemed to be wandering around as if he was recalling some old memories.    

A letter from the Ninth Layer of Heaven, a demotion of the Chaozhou Road by eight thousand.    

With the passage of time, the Great Tang of the past had been reduced to dust.    

And his name, Han Yu, was fated to only remain in the books.    

There was no way that the literary grandmasters of the past would be hiding in this dark and endless world, lingering on their last breath.    

"The Buddhist path has been destroyed and they have already betrayed the teachings of the past. They are false Buddhas. I have an old friend who is the reincarnation of a true ancient Buddha and should build a new Buddhist path..."    

Lu Yu said that he wanted to destroy the Buddhist faith, but there was still no emotion in Han Yu's eyes. He just listened quietly.    

After so many years had passed, no matter how much hatred they had back then, it was all in the midst of laughter and laughter.    

Under the harsh environment of the Nether Realm, Han Yu seemed to have the intent of transcendence. He had comprehended the Dao and become a Saint by the Hao River of the Chao Province. It was said that a horse might lose its owner, but it was a blessing in disguise.    

After listening to Lu Yu finish talking about Great Qin's political affairs, Han Yu sighed with emotion: "Your thoughts are too forward. Even I have to carefully savor some things. Your master is not an ordinary person either. Beyond the Heaven... I never thought that beyond the Heaven Realm, there would be a Beyond the Heaven!"    

The two of them talked quietly. From Lu Yu's mouth, Han Yu learned about everything that was happening in the outside world.    

Lu Yu did not hide anything from him. He could tell that the old man in front of him could not hold on much longer.    

The two of them had been together for less than a day, but Lu Yu had read through Han Yu's anthology before. As the saying went, seeing each other was like seeing their faces. In fact, he knew a lot about Han Yu.    

Heroes aged and aged. Lu Yu planned to give this old man a perfect state of mind and leave this world.    

The old man shook his head when he talked about the rise of Great Tang. There was a look of dejection in his eyes. He did not think highly of Li.    

"Go. Your strength is quite good. You might even be stronger than me at my peak. With your help, I should be able to completely suppress this demon!"    

Han Yu slowly stood up and walked out of the cave.    

Lu Yu saw that Han Yu's soul was getting weaker and weaker, so he could not help but say: "Senior, I have many treasures that can nourish my soul."    

Han Yu shook his head and did not accept it.    

It was as if he had completed all of his missions. He was free and easygoing, and his footsteps were light and agile.    

Lu Yu let out a long sigh and followed him too.    

...    

Outside the valley.    

Dark clouds covered the sky. There was a constant storm that swept in all directions, causing waves of natural disasters.    

The dust engulfed everything, and the moving fortress that the Duan family had set up was on the verge of collapsing. It couldn't hold on any longer in this sandstorm.    

The First Ancestor was currently standing in the middle of the storm. He allowed the terrifying wind to blow against his body, but his expression didn't change at all.    

"Disappeared into thin air?"    

The Xing Ancestor's eyes swept across the surroundings. Within his eyes, there was an eight trigrams pattern that was rotating back and forth.    

He had taken over the body of Duan Zhangqing. With the body of this Ghost King, he was like a tiger with wings, and he was even more unfathomable.    

However, in the perception of the Xing Ancestor, Lu Yu's whereabouts were unknown.    

"The rejections of the Heavenly Dao still haven't dissipated, but I can't stay in this world for long ..."    

The Xing Ancestor muttered to himself, and his gaze suddenly fell on the group of Duan Family members kneeling in the distance.    

"All of you, commit suicide."    

As the Xing Ancestor gave the order, the members of the Duan Clan didn't hesitate in the slightest, and they immediately committed suicide on the spot.    

Blood poured out like a fountain, and the Executor gathered it in his palm. Then, he wrote down a wicked and ancient symbol in the air.