Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 114 Ladder
There was some surprise in Qu's eyes, and he said, "This Luo Shenghua is a bit domineering."

Qingling stood in the rain curtain, chuckling softly, and the voice came out in the dark sky.

"The raspberry flower planted in your heart is even more domineering than this one."

Qing Ling, with long hair hanging down his shoulders and half of his face buried in the dark gray, had a faint voice, which looked extremely strange in this gloomy and rainy day.

Bai Fu couldn't help saying weakly: "God, don't be like this, it looks so scary."

Qu chuckled, and waved his finger to the sky. In an instant, the sky shone brightly, the scorching sun dispelled the heavy black clouds, and the dead breath in the rain melted away under the sunlight.

The rain turned into the sun and the rain fell, and all things were reborn.

Drops of rainwater fall on the earth and blend into the soil, nourishing the earth and bringing in new life.

Qing Ling turned around and walked forward step by step, taking off her shoes and stepping into the mud barefoot, the rain soaked her clothes at will, one step at a time, one step at a time, and one step at a time. The back of Bai Fu with a sluggish face.

Bai Fu watched the blue figure gradually go away with a messy face, and asked, "Senior, what's wrong with my god?"

The curved face was silent, and he also looked at the figure that was gradually going away. He fell into the rain step by step, stepped on the soil, he was in the wind and rain, and he was in the sun. He walked into the spring breeze and walked under the spring rain. , Tsing Yi gradually faded and became distant in the eyes of this great supernatural being.

A body of wind and rain enters the world, unites all things, and is close to the way, so it is far away from ordinary people.

This spring god really surprised him.If he does not die, he will definitely be able to achieve a great power in the future, and even the deity will be helped.

Bai Fu saw that one of these two people was walking farther and farther, while the other stood silently, he had no choice but to chase in the direction where Qing Ling was.

It's just that when he looked at the figure in Tsing Yi in the distance, his divine sense couldn't reach it, and even when he was flying at high speed, he couldn't close the distance with Tsing Yi who was walking slowly.

At this moment, Qingling's heart is calm and unmoved, he seems to be a god, but also seems to be dust.God listens to the sounds of all things, and the dust and spring flowers are in full bloom.

The gradual sublimation of his wooden way is not the vertical improvement of the way, but the horizontal development of the wooden way, using the wooden way to view the world and everything.

Qingling's realm is very mysterious, there is already a qualitative difference when it is higher than Taiyi, but there is also a qualitative difference between You and Daluo.

The mud he walked barefoot left a series of footprints in the wind and rain behind him, gradually becoming clear from far to near.

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the vegetation is natural.The clouds in all directions gradually dissipated, the spring rain disappeared, the spring breeze continued, and the warm sun remained.

The sky is clear, washed spotless by a burst of wind and rain from the sun, blue like a light sea, cloudless, and the sky is 33 times high and wide.

In Qingling's heart, there is a pair of feet that outlines a world step by step, the vast wilderness, the open space, the center of the prehistoric southwestern world.

His figure walked past the tops of the mountains. On the top of the mountain, kings and mountain masters stood on the top of the mountain and looked at this barefoot young man with a solemn expression. His long hair was fluttering and his blue clothes were flowing. Not returning to heaven and earth, the Tao is impermanent and I don't know the depth.

This wilderness is too big, too much unknown, too much mystery.Often the unknown is the most feared.

So the Taiyi powerhouses just stood on the top of the hill, staring at this Tsing Yi closely, never making a move.

It was really because the dao rhyme of the figure in green was too mysterious, they couldn't understand it, couldn't guess it, they had scruples in their hearts, and they didn't dare to make a move when they had scruples.

One Taiyi didn't make a move, and the other Taiyis also felt very elegant and didn't make a move. The more people who didn't make a move in front, the more scrupulous the mountain master behind him became, and the less he dared to make a move.

More than a hundred years later, there is a legend in Duguang Field, a ghost in Tsing Yi wanders in this field, and a blind man follows behind.No one knew where he came from, no one had seen him make a move, because no one dared to make a move against him.

Qingling had traveled for three hundred years, Bai Fu chased after him for a long time, finally he was too tired to catch up, so he had to follow far behind.

And Qu also followed behind, but he walked with his eyes closed.

That blind man was naturally him.

Seeing Qingling's state, Qu didn't bother or stop him, but just followed him as a HD walker.

In his eyes, Qingling's every move has been consistent with Mu Dao all the time for three hundred years.

Every flower, grass, and tree came into his eyes, and every sand, stone, and mountain fell under his feet.

Qu had never seen such enlightenment before, so he followed suit.

Qingling realized that Tao has received all the supernatural powers and mana, which is just Tao.

Qu also learned to close his eyesight, closed his eyes for three hundred years, the world was extremely dark, and he could hear all the sounds of the world in his ears.

The wind whistled, the birds chirped crisply, the beasts roared, the mountain streams flew and waterfalls flowed, the earth moved and trembled, and even later, he heard the breathing of all things, with heart sounds, divine voices, body voices, emotional voices, and ruthless voices.

There is no rhythm in the sound.

Because this is the sound of heaven and earth, the sound of the purest essence, and the beginning of the sound path.

The darkness in Quyan turns into colors, and all kinds of sounds weave into a colorful world.

He closed his eyes and lost the world, but gained another world of his own.

Three hundred years later, Qing Ling stopped.

For three hundred years, he never stopped every day and every moment. He returned to the very beginning, where the starting point and the ending point met and formed a circle.

Qingling looked back, looked at Bai Fu and the blind man behind him, smiled faintly, followed for 300 years, knowing that no matter when there is always someone behind you, it is a kind of touch.

Tsing Yi walked again, walking towards a circle surrounded by his footprints, the center of the circle.

When he reached the center of the circle, Qing Ling stopped.

Bai Fu also stopped, and Qu also stopped.

Qingling sat down slowly, and Bai Fu, who was exhausted from chasing for 300 years, also sat down comfortably, and the blind man also sat down.

Qing Ling closed his eyes, Bai Fu fell into a deep sleep, and Qu opened his eyes.

A seed was planted behind Qing Ling, and a guqin appeared in front of Qu.

The seed is Qingling's worldly Dao seed. The sky-reaching building tree in the world of life and death has disappeared, and it is condensed on this seed.

Seeds disappear in the soil and are buried deep in the ground.

Guqin strings vibrate, and the sound of the qin sounds immediately when you touch it.

Qingling closed her eyes, and the world was dark and empty.

There is only a little green light, that is a cyan seed.

"Zheng~"

The melody plays the sound of the piano, the sound sounds, and the timbre merges to attract the world.

When one sound falls, everything is born!

Sound produces the world, and sound produces the avenue.The sound of the piano is no longer the sound of the piano, but the sound of heaven and earth.

The sound of heaven and earth resounded, loudly resounding the nine heavenly towers.

The sound moves the clouds from all directions, and the sound comes from all directions.

Use the sound of all things to join the Tao, the avenue of sound transformation, from the piano to the sound, and from the small way to the avenue.

In Duguang's wild phoenix cries to the nine heavens, all things are revived, and all spirits worship.

Amidst the colorful melodies, a fire phoenix spread its wings and flamboyantly flew into the sky, clearing the way first, and a sky ladder emerged behind the phoenix's tail.

Layers upon layers of heaven and earth, high in the depths of the clouds, there are [-] steps of Fenglaiyi.

(End of this chapter)