Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 128
With a wave of Qingling's sleeves, thirteen tribesmen appeared in front of him.

They panicked, but after seeing who was in front of them, they saluted respectfully: "Greetings, Patriarch."

"Get up, wait for a thousand years, you are impatient. Today I will give you a chance." After Qingling finished speaking, he raised his left palm, and the seal of Ten Thousand Snakes slowly bloomed with black light, which faintly covered ten people. Three heavenly clansmen.

The thirteen heavenly ranks crawled on the ground one after another. After the black light flashed on their bodies, they gradually turned into huge pythons from their feet to their heads. They were all purple, gold, blue and black, and they were really dancing around.

As soon as Qing Ling's palm came out, the black lines flashed, and the call from the ancestors and ancestors came to their ears in a low voice, and the blood of the ancestors flowing in the body was boiling.

This is throwback!

After Qingling became a pseudo-powerful, the ancestor seal of ten thousand snakes that had been immersed in his body finally stopped sleeping all the time. Under the urging of him, who is comparable to the mighty primordial spirit, the seal can catalyze the ancestral blood in the blood of the snake clan , so as to return to the ancestors, awaken the innate supernatural powers and blood blessings.

But not everyone can succeed in returning to their ancestors. Qingling just gives them a chance to return to their ancestors. Whether they can succeed depends on their good fortune.

Thirteen big snakes coiled on the ground and gradually curled up into a ball. Among the snakes, the red python from Yulisuo was the first to be enveloped in red light and turned into a huge snake egg.

She is the closest blood relative to the Venerable Eunuch, so naturally she is the closest bloodline.

Several of the other snakes gradually turned into giant eggs, but there were also four or five snakes that did not move.

Returning to the ancestors depends on chance. Even if they fail to reach the ancestors, they can still break through the Golden Immortals. However, after breaking through the Golden Immortals, the returning snakes are far superior to ordinary snakes in terms of strength and potential.

Qing Ling quietly stood next to the juniors in the clan, protecting the Dharma for them.

This is what an elder should do.

He has lived for millions of years, and he is already the oldest generation in the Xishan Snake Clan besides Chili, Li, and Hua Geng's mother-in-law.

Although Qingling and Xishan don't share life and death together, they are definitely in a relationship where both prosper and all prosper, and one hurts and the other loses.

He hopes that Xishan can continue to develop, the only snake vein in the world.

It will not let the snake clan perish and perish in the wild.

He also didn't want to be alone, and the whole world was alien.

In the future, the Teng Snake lineage in Fengqi Mountain, where Nuwa Empress lives, will not perish, but the Teng Snake lineage has become an independent clan later, it is the Teng Snake clan, not the Snake clan, and it is only followed by saints.

And once the Xishan Snake Clan is extinct, all snakes in the world will come from the Sea Snake Clan.The Sea Snake Clan is a branch of the Dragon Clan, suppressed by the blood of such powerful beasts as the Dragon Clan, so later generations can only call it a little snake demon.

No matter whether it is Fengshen or Journey to the West, except for the soaring snake that only exists in legends, there is no snake monster.

But the Xishan Snake Clan is different. It comes from the blood of the Tai Geng ancestor, the ten supreme supreme ancestors of the ancient times. Although the Xishan Snake Clan is a vassal of the Dragon Clan, it does not have the blood of the Dragon Clan. As far as they are concerned, they are not inferior to the dragon, phoenix and unicorn, but the difference in strength between the ethnic groups.

Therefore, Qingling wants to keep the Xishan Snake Clan, the purest inheritance of this race.

Although it can be deduced from the Journey to the West of the Gods, the lineage of Xishan should be dead.

But now that there is the variable of Qingling, everything is uncertain.

Qing Ling guarded for a hundred years, nine huge snake eggs are sleeping, and the remaining four juniors have woken up.

They were losers who returned to their ancestors, but Qingling did not despise them.

Instead, he preached the Fa for them for a hundred years and helped the four of them step into the Golden Immortal.

The elders of the Xishan tribe appointed that all those who can come to Duguangzhiye are the top existences among the tens of thousands of heavenly rank tribesmen. Their aptitude and strength are like golden immortals. With the guidance of Qingling, they will naturally go to the next level .

A hundred years later, nine huge snake eggs shattered, and the mighty power of the snake diffused. Nine golden immortals simultaneously received the visions of heaven and earth in Duguang, and became golden immortals.

Amidst the splendor of heaven and earth, Qingling watched Xishan's clan grow up from generation to generation, and couldn't help but smile in relief.

The thirteen Golden Immortal Venerables respectfully bowed down one after another: "Thank you for the kindness of the ancestor's re-creation!"

After experiencing blood returning to their ancestors, they are indeed completely reborn, which can be called reinvention.

Qing Ling smiled and said: "That's right, all of them have stepped into the Golden Immortal this time. Last time, all three little guys failed to break through.

You have become Venerable Golden Immortals from heavenly level beasts, cultivators of Taoism between heaven and earth.I don't have much entrustment to you, I just hope that you can live well and live for Xishan.

Well, you can return home. "

Qing Ling looked at them with a smile, with a gentle face, just like an elder seeing the kindness of a younger generation.

Bai Li and the others kowtowed again. It turned out that what the ancestors wished was not to think about their earth-shattering future, but to live well.

When they remembered the beginning, the snake father and mother only hoped that they could grow up safely.

They felt a sense of home in this ancestor who had not known each other for a long time.

Although they don't know the meaning of home, they already have the feeling of home, with a touch of warmth in their cold blood.

Qingling watched the group leave Duguang, and he stayed here alone.

Solitude is the longest existence in monasticism.

Many powerful hearts are not so cold and heartless at first, but only lonely in the long years, and the heart has forgotten the seven emotions and six desires, what it feels like to be happy, angry, sad, and happy.

Qingling shook his head and laughed, he had been in Duguang for too long, so long that his heart was already aging.

Standing up slowly, Tsing Yi strolled in the flower field, and the golden bell on the ankle rang softly, wandering among the flowers.

Qingling flicked his sleeves, and the body of a Taiyi Daxiu was buried in a radius of ten feet.

He stretched out his hand lightly, and the dust buried him, that Taiyi Daxiu was buried in the ground by him.

It's just that Taiyi Daxiu had already been banned by the primordial spirit and fell into a deep sleep. A scarlet flower bud grew on his heart, with roots connected to the heart, devouring his energy all the time.

Qingling walked another foot, buried another golden fairy, and planted another flower seed.

Walked a hundred feet and planted a hundred flower seeds.

One zhang is a square, one zhang produces one flower, one flower produces one golden fairy, one flower leads to one, and the way of flowers spreads to the world. Although one flower cannot form a world, a hundred flowers will eventually form a world.

This is a world of scarlet flower fields.

160 seven red flowers, a building tree, and a flower grower.

This is the center of Duguang.

Between Qingling's brows, time passed, a silver waterfall flew down, fell into a hundred flowers, and brushed his hands together, 160 seven three-foot clouds flew out with his left hand, and 160 seven three-foot mist flew out with his right hand. Three feet above the sky, there is a cloud of mist suspended, with its own wind, cloud light, and rain.

A hundred flowers bloom in an instant, while the Tao of the 160 seven golden immortals Taiyi is entangled into one, and a hundred flowers bloom in an instant.

The bright and brilliant red, the charming gorgeous, eye-catching.

Also at this moment, more than a hundred Jinxian Taiyi Dao bodies all disappeared.

The beauty of a hundred flowers blooming is the light of vitality that blooms in death, just like my flowers kill after they bloom, soaring to the sky and piercing the sky, full of golden fairy blood.

(End of this chapter)