A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 325 Emerging Emperor

In the central world, the Tower of Creation is towering.

An unknowable place shrouded in silver light.

A green mountain peak made of colorful spar is suspended above the colorful auspicious clouds.

The green trees on the beautiful mountain peaks are swaying in the wind, the water in the pool is rippling, and the grass is full of golden flowers.

In the green grass, you can see Ganoderma Lucidum, Ginseng Zhima, Wannian Polygonatum, and Wannian Shouwu everywhere.

Even all kinds of rare elixir that can revive the dead, flesh and bones, can be seen everywhere here like weeds.

The spiritual energy in the sky flows like water, and many colorful phoenix birds stretch their wings around the mountain, chasing and playing.

On a huge sycamore tree on the top of the mountain, the winding and vigorous branches like a dragon are full of large crystal pink flowers.

Under the wide sycamore leaves, a middle-aged Taoist with disheveled hair and bare feet opened his eyes suddenly, the golden pupils were shining brightly, and he smiled angrily.

"Good! Good! Good! I think this emperor has never suffered such a big loss since he became a Taoist in ancient times, experienced thousands of calamities, and cultivated supreme mana."

His gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled coldly.

"A mere unformed ghost dares to destroy my soul and swallow my origin? If it weren't for the boundless sky of the central tower to severely reduce my supreme power, how could you allow me to offend Xianwei?"

Suddenly, on a whim, he felt countless distracting thoughts arise in his heart lake.

It seemed that at the same moment, countless people from the nine worlds and ten directions silently recited his name, and countless threads of cause and effect were involved in it.

He frowned, pinched his fingers and counted, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"How dare you! How dare you humiliate me like this!"

The cloudless sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, the dark sky pressed down on the giant peak, and the colorful phoenixes flapped their wings and fled in panic.

The original pure and natural fairyland suddenly turned into a doomsday scene.

As an emperor, you can affect the rules of the world with the movement of your mind.

"Qibao Wanxiang Temple, damn it!"

The middle-aged Taoist was furious.

Three feet of golden light burst out from the golden pupil, and the sharp golden light penetrated the void in an instant, leaving two huge and deep holes in the dark clouds in the sky.

His face was livid, and he really didn't expect the other party to be so bold as to dare to reveal his true nature.

This is a humiliation for any fairy.

His eyes flashed coldly, he stood up, and with one step, he came to the front of the silver sky.

Just as he was about to pass through the sky, his brows suddenly frowned.

"Forget about that girl's film, there seems to be something weird about that blind boy!"

His eyes flickered slightly, recalling the scene he saw in Geshi Mountain.

He was extremely surprised by the appearance of the other party's ease in the body of a true fairy-level ghost.

The eyes of the middle-aged Taoist flickered, and he muttered to himself, "That kid has a strange aura, I seem to feel the aura of Twilight Land, could it be that he is a chess piece pushed by those old ghosts?"

Thinking of the place where the gods return to silence deep in the gray mist of the void, the middle-aged Taoist looked ugly and hesitated.

Wanting to let go of this, but also a little unwilling.

With a thought in his mind, he took out a golden tail feather, on which the rules of immortality permeated, exuding a tyrannical artistic conception of immortality.

The middle-aged Taoist sent it into the sky.

In the silver sky, the golden tail feathers drifted away like a solitary boat.

The silver light shines through the tail feathers, and the invisible rules of immortality spread out in an instant, and the whole tail feathers are like burning golden flames.

Looking at the decomposed rules of the immortal way in the sky, the middle-aged Taoist pinched the seal, with a gleam of coldness in his eyes, "Even if you can't move him, you can't make him feel better."

(End of this chapter)