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"Hunyuan Wuji, Master has become a saint!" On the top of Longevity Mountain, Haotian's eyes flashed with strange light, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself.
Everyone looked up and saw golden flowers falling from the sky, and countless golden lotuses appeared on the ground. The fragrance hit their noses, and they were filled with mist. Above the sky, a figure loomed, wrapped in endless black and yellow energy and golden light of merit.
The mysterious sound is everywhere, the Taoism is full of meaning, and all the people in the world are suddenly inspired.
Ancestor Hongjun closed his eyes tightly, as if feeling this mysterious and mysterious artistic conception, and his figure became more and more ethereal, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth.
The sign of becoming a saint is that the soul rests in the void and becomes immortal. I think the ancestor is taking this most critical step at this moment.
The gratitude of hundreds of millions of living beings turned into the majestic power of faith and poured into the mysterious golden light. Nourished by the milky white trickle, the heavenly Falun and the mysterious golden light surged several times.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Over the Penglai Island in the East China Sea, the eyes of Ancestor Chaos and Ancestor Yang Mei flashed with complex light, seeming envy, helplessness, and excitement. The two ancestors looked at each other and said in a low voice: "Gathering luck and one body, killing three corpses to become a Taoist, ruthless and sentimental, we can't match it, that's it, that's it, unless we encounter a catastrophe, we will never be born again."
Ancestor Hongjun cultivated the secret technique of creation, and the Tao followed nature, gradually integrating with the heaven and earth. From thousands of miles to billions of miles, it continued to expand. This mysterious and majestic divine thought blew across the entire prehistoric continent like the wind.
The river has solidified, the spiritual energy has solidified, and the material in the entire space is completely still. In an instant, it seems that there is no time and space.
Looking at the figure in the clouds with awe, Haotian's heart trembled, "This is the realm of a saint. No wonder everyone under the saint is an ant!"
The vast spiritual will filled the entire space, oppressing the mountains, rivers and land. All creatures in the prehistoric world felt the terrifying pressure. Those below the Daluo realm almost lost the ability to breathe, and their body functions, including blood, were almost solidified at that moment.
A saint has absolute control over the space in which he is located, and can control the life and death of hundreds of millions of sentient beings with just one thought.
The entire prehistoric space was trembling, and the endless luck, under the pull of a mysterious force, gathered together and was exerted on Ancestor Hongjun. After a while, the power of luck and faith reached their peak. The ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, and two mysterious golden lights burst out, shattering the void for hundreds of millions of miles. The eyes of all those with great supernatural powers were wide-eyed in disbelief. This is the supreme power. The Holy Lord has such power with just one look.
The figure of Patriarch Hongjun seems to be everywhere, his eyes are compassionate and peaceful, his aura is ethereal and vast, and he is as faint as a mountain peak weighing on the hearts of the immortals.
The ancestor¡¯s eyes were blurred, full of chaos, and the earth, fire, wind and water were endlessly growing in his eyes.
At this time, the Qiankun Cauldron appeared, floating above the head of the ancestor, sending out balls of creation essence, wrapping around the body. Immediately afterwards, Pangu flags, Tai Chi diagrams, Yiyuan beads, Kunlun mirror and other treasures appeared one by one, emitting various colors of brilliance and dazzling.
With his feet on the auspicious clouds, Patriarch Hongjun¡¯s movements seemed to touch the world, giving the impression that he was facing the entire world. This feeling can be described as mysterious and mysterious.
"It's been hundreds of millions of years, and it's finally done," Patriarch Hongjun sighed like a twilight old man. The sky and the earth thundered, and an unprecedented majestic pressure suddenly descended. All the monks, including the quasi-sage, were inexplicably shocked. They all fell to the ground.
"The transformation of heaven's way, the circulation of the great road, the mystery of the universe, all these so-called, in the eyes of ancestor Hongjun, there is no mystery at all, everything is already clear.
"Hey!", the ancestor suddenly looked in the direction of the Demonic Abyss to the west, his eyes were surprised, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached the area of ??the Ten Thousand Caves Demonic Palace.
"Rahu, God has the virtue of good life. Since I have become enlightened, I will spare your life today, but you can avoid the death penalty, but you cannot escape the living penalty!" As soon as the voice fell, the ancestor gently touched it, and a mysterious wave spread rapidly, and instantly Suddenly submerged in the boundless demonic energy.
Suddenly the sword light flashed wildly in the demonic energy, followed by a shrill scream.
"Hongjun, since you have become enlightened, why do you come to offend me again?" As the demonic energy floated, an illusory demonic shadow gathered together.
"The battle between you and me is only a matter of days, but I don't expect you to be so lucky that you can use your body to self-destruct to preserve part of your soul. Today I will use the secret technique of the great road to seal your remaining soul. The way of heaven will flow, and you will only have time to escape!" Regardless! At Luo Hu's protest, Patriarch Hongjun made seals with his hands and pushed forward slightly. Mysterious runes suddenly appeared and wrapped around Luo Hu.
"Open!" Ancestor Hongjun shouted softly, and the ground instantly cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss. Then with a flick of his finger, Ancestor Luohu fell straight down with a scream.
Finally, the ancestor formed a seal to close the cracked earth,Countless obscure runes were carved on the spot to protect this place of suppression.
A hundred years later, in the Yujing Mountain in West Kunlun, Hongjun Cave Mansion, and the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake, the ancestors and Haotian were sitting opposite each other.
"Master, since Luo Hu is your old enemy, why do you keep him alive?" Haotian's eyes were full of doubts.
The ancestor smiled "hehe", stroked his beard, and said: "The devil and the Tao are both ways of pursuing the great road. Luo Hu's sword took the wrong path, but he is still a great master. The two sects of the devil and the Tao will fall into never-ending disputes."
In a century, Hongjun's ancestors completely consolidated the strength of the Mixed Yuan Holy Zun, and were very happy to talk to Haotian in Huxin Pavilion. During this period, Haotian asked the Ancestor many questions about the cultivation of the Creation lineage, and the Ancestor answered them one by one with a smile.
At sunset, the ancestor suddenly said: "Tomorrow I will return to the chaotic space to perfect the Zixiao Palace. Do you want to go with me?"
Haotian thought that there was nothing big to do recently, so he nodded in agreement.
The next day, the sky was bright and the two streams of light instantly disappeared into the sky.
Ancestor Hongjun and Haotian left quietly, leaving the prehistoric world without a trace of ripples. Ever since Patriarch Hongjun attained enlightenment, the prehistoric world has been extremely peaceful. After seeing the strength of the saint, all the major forces have become unusually calm.
"Cultivation has no time, thousands of years are fleeting. On this day, there was another turmoil in the Buzhou Mountains, and the Qilin clan suddenly launched an attack on the Wu clan and other nearby clans.
After Luo Hu was sealed, the blood-evil spirit that filled the world was greatly reduced. Many monks with advanced realms started new cultivation. However, some creatures were still affected by the blood-evil spirit and were still looking for clarity in the killing.
There are many monks from the three tribes. Although there have been countless casualties in previous wars, their combat power cannot be underestimated. Luo Hu was defeated and the demon clan was dormant. The three clans became more arrogant and domineering, and a new round of competition began, especially the Qilin clan.
Since the death of the Zulong self-destruction, the Dragon Clan has gradually declined. Under the leadership of the Great Elder, it has begun to implement the policy of keeping a low profile and only maintaining its original territory and no longer expanding.
At the same time, the Feng Clan also reached an agreement with the major races and forces in Nanzhan Continent to refrain from war for the time being.
The Wu clan is powerful and warlike. The Qilin clan lost 200,000 troops and failed to make any achievements. They had to fall into a stalemate and protracted war.
In the Tongtian River Basin, shipping operations have returned to normal, and fairy ships traveling rapidly on the river can be seen from a distance.
"Captain, how long will it take to reach the Buzhou Mountains?" A strong, dark man in the cabin of the fairy ship asked loudly.
"Sir, this place is called Fenghuang Ridge, and we are still three days away from our destination." The man at the helm was an old man with flying white hair. He had a ruddy face and was full of energy. There were bursts of coercion in his body. He looked like Jiutian at first glance. A strong man in the Xuanxian realm.
"Why is it called Fenghuang Ridge?" The big man looked at the cliffs on both sides of the bank, full of doubts.
The old man smiled slightly and said: "It is rumored that this place is the place where Queen Bee practices. Look at the high mountain opposite. I heard that Queen Bee achieved the position of Daluo Golden Immortal there." As he spoke, the old man pointed to the cliff on the shore.
The Han Dynasty's Xuan Gong was operating, focusing the divine light into his eyes, and saw countless demon bees densely clinging to the cliff a hundred miles away.
Suddenly, the big man¡¯s complexion changed, his expression condensed, and he blurted out: ¡°No, I¡¯ve alerted a strong man!¡±
As soon as he finished speaking, the fairy ship shook for a while, and the old man comforted him: "It's okay, the queen bee likes to joke and won't embarrass me."
Sure enough, for a long time, it was safe and sound.
"Master, I heard that West Kunlun is a holy land for casual cultivators. I wonder if I can see you this time?" The dark man looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.
"Brother Huang Xing, I heard that you have entered the ranks of Daluo not long ago. Can you show us your methods and let everyone see what you are doing." The speaker was also a passenger. He was a loose cultivator in Cangmang Mountain and was related to Huang Xing. Many years ago.
Huang Xing smiled honestly and said, "Okay, I'll show you my power!" After that, he put his five fingers together with the knife and slashed at the mountains in the distance.
The thousands-foot-long sword suddenly took shape, and there was a chaotic "crackling" sound, and dozens of mountains were cut into flat ground in an instant.
"Wow!" There was endless praise. Several other boat passengers looked horrified and their expressions changed. They couldn't help but look at the young man in front of them with admiration.
"Where are you, rats, disturbing my Qing Cultivation!" While everyone was excited, the ruins of the mountain in the distance exploded, and a figure shouted and flew towards the Tongtian River.
Huang Xing frowned, his consciousness went out, his expression changed inexplicably, and he said to the people next to him: "Be careful, this is a Da Luo Jinxian."
"Daluo Jinxian!" The faces of the boat passengers changed drastically, and then they all looked at Huang Xing. Here, except for Huang Xing, everyone else interacted with Daluo Jinxian in front of him.They are no different than ants.
Huang Xing nodded slightly, roared loudly, and stood up.
The visitor looks like a young man, wearing a dragon-patterned Taoist robe, with a small snake spitting out messages wrapped around his arm. His eyes are like torches, and he looks like a stranger with extraordinary abilities.
"My fellow Taoist and I are strangers. Why did your fellow Taoist destroy my cave? Is it because he was insulting the poor Taoist?" The man in the dragon robe had cold eyes and spoke without any emotion.
Huang Xing was stared at with horror by him, and said secretly: "Looking at his aura, he is also a monk who has just entered Daluo, but he has such ability. I wonder what kind of foreign object became enlightened?"
Seeing that Huang Xing was silent, the young man thought that he had acquiesced, and became furious. With a wave of his dragon robe, the powerful aura of Nirvana rushed towards Huang Xing in an instant.
Huang Xing's expression remained unchanged, he let out a long roar, the power of a dragon's roar in his voice, and rushed forward.
The two momentums collided, setting off a violent wind of energy, and Huang Xing's robes rustled in the wind.
Suddenly, the young man in the dragon robe revealed his eyes, stared at the jade pendant on Huang Xing's waist, and said, "Who are you, Haotian?"
"How do you know my master's name?" Huang Xing's face was full of vigilance.
The young man in the dragon robe laughed "Hahaha": "What a Haotian, even the disciples are so powerful. Boy, my name is Xingye, and I am a good friend of the master!" As he spoke, a gleaming jade pendant suddenly appeared in his hand, and he looked carefully Look, it's exactly the same as the jade pendant on Huang Xing's waist.
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