Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 145 Killing

"Huh~"

Eclipse Supreme Master chuckled and said: "I think it's for the sake of Qinglong's ancestor that I didn't attack you. What cause and effect do you want to end?"

Qing Ling shook his head and said: "One yard is one yard. The cause and effect of the year is the cause and effect of the year. The cause and effect of today is the cause and effect of today.

I planted Mugongxinhua, which broke its internal balance, causing the aura of Daluo Daozang to diverge.It won't be long before the way of death of the senior can suppress the way of life, and Mu Gong may die or be injured, and the senior will become extremely powerful!
The feeling of helping the Tao is not light. "

Eclipse Supreme Master sneered, "Junior, don't seek your own death. I am not a vassal of the dragon clan. Even if the ancestor of Qinglong is the best, if I take you, he will do nothing to me."

"Senior, even if you take me down, you only need to give me a breath, and you can plant a flower in the heart of the senior. Although you won't fall, you should not think too much about it, senior."

The Celestial Lord sneered and said, "I want to see if your supernatural power is really incomprehensible! I don't look at you, how can I plant it?"

Qingling couldn't help but smiled in surprise: "I didn't say that the eye of life and death can only be cultivated by looking at each other. Senior, you don't think I really easily tell others about my own life-saving means.

The younger generation only asks for one consent, the senior might as well listen to it. "

The Celestial Master narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was gloomy for a moment, and then he said: "Then you talk about it first."

Qingling pointed to the ground, and suddenly a flower burst out of the desert on the ground, standing alone in the hazy desert wind and sand.

"I hope the seniors can let this flower grow here. When the seniors achieve the pinnacle, the flowers will bloom by themselves, and the juniors will come again."

Celestial Supreme's eyelids twitched, "What a boy, you actually played tricks under my nose.

However," he changed his voice, "the day when the flowers bloom, I will achieve the pinnacle of achievement!

I am very happy with this statement.Allow it! "

Qing Ling hurriedly bent down and saluted, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, senior."

"Heh, don't be so poor, kid. If I'm extremely successful, I'll call you little brother." The Celestial Master narrowed his eyes slightly, and the little guy in his eyes became more and more pleasing to the eye.

Qing Ling's face was bright, and it would be bright if given a little sunshine, and hurriedly said: "Little brother pays homage to big brother!"

Any one of the most powerful people in the world is an extremely powerful ancestor, even the ancestors of the three clans need to treat each other with courtesy.

For every big Luo, there may be one out of tens of billions.

Among the hundred big Luos, each of them is an existence with peerless talents and extraordinary feet, but if this is the case, there can only be one powerful person in the hundred.

And among the great powers of heaven and earth, there is no one who is not weaker than the top heels, comparable to the heels of gods and demons, and even no weaker than the future six saints.

As for the supreme power, there are all treasures born from endless creatures in each era.

There may not be one of the dozens of great powers of heaven and earth.

The appearance of each peak makes the world boil, and they all rise to the extremes of all Taos that are comparable to the heavens.

In today's prehistoric world, there are nearly a thousand great Luos, no more than a hundred powers of heaven and earth, and no more than twenty great powers of extreme power.

This is not a guess, but obtained from the weather of Da Luo True Spirit on the long river of fate.

Therefore, the favor of an extremely powerful person is really rare.

Qingling left the Great Wasteland and left happily.

Mugong, the enemy of the Dao, may no longer be a great enemy in the future.

Moreover, the causal relationship with the Celestial Supreme Being was resolved, and a good relationship was formed.

Mugong and Xitian Zhizun are destined to fight each other once they die in life, and it is also a battle for the great way.

In fact, the ancestor of the Qinglong is also considered a great power in the way of wood, the apex of the way of wood, but the Supreme Master of Eclipse is too far behind him, and he cannot be suppressed by the way of the way.

Therefore, Mu Gong became his only chance to step to the top!If there is no Qingling planting flowers, Mu Gong can at least persist in the Hundred Yuan Hui, but there are too many variables in the Hundred Yuan Hui, and the Celestial Supreme will not have that long time.

However, the variable of Qingling was against luck. It was supposed to be Mugong Shengzhi who would become the East Prince in the future, but now it is the other way around.

These, to Qingling, are not as important as Luo Shenghua.

A flower planted on the heart of a wood-dao heaven and earth power, for a living.

A flower planted on a death field that is close to the ultimate power, is death.

One life and one death, yin and yang are united and separated, separated in life and death in heaven and earth.

Qingling even had a bold idea in his heart. Later generations heard that there is a flower in the underworld, its color is like blood, and it will always accompany Huangquan...

Outside the wilderness, the green clothes are swaying one after another, and the steps are calm, walking thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers.

He walked through prehistoric high mountains, great lakes, and long rivers, and also saw various strange beasts and creatures.

This walk is ten thousand years.

He travels far across the earth with Jianmu luck, the luck of the sky, the luck of Jianmu, and the luck of the earth can only be done by him.

Qingling really wanted to go back to Xishan to have a look, but he was destined not to live in Xishan forever.

The Snake Clan couldn't bear the luck of a future sage of the Dao of Heaven, and it was also difficult for him to bear the luck of the Taoist Lord Chengtian Jianmu.

Although the way of heaven has never ruled the world, Hongjun's general trend has been established, and the way of immortality has been conceived. Although the fate is vague, it is faintly determined.

Although there is no such thing as a sage of heaven, the fates of the two on Fengqi Mountain are already noble.

Some innate gods are destined to be noble from birth.The twin golden crows on the sun star, the twin star kings on the lunar star, the three brothers on Kunlun Mountain, the flower tree lotus on Mount Sumeru, the killer in the sea of ​​blood, the benevolent god in the earth veins, and the Yupeng god on the top of the northern underworld.

Their fate is destined to be unbearable for ordinary ethnic groups.

Now Qingling was born earlier than them. Although there is less congenital birth, there are more acquired opportunities.

Qingling walked across the barren and ancient land, busy and lazy.

In the sky, the vultures slaughtered the fighting beasts, and the blood fell like rain.Qing Ling walked by, with a purple leaf above her head like an umbrella, separated from the blood rain, and stood under the fight to see the lake.

The big fish swayed in the lake, the old tortoise Anxiang climbed the rocks to bask in the sun, and there were lake monsters preying on them.

Schools of fish were hunted around it, the lake monster never attacked the old turtle, and the old turtle never opened his sleeping eyes.

Fighting at the side, but it seems like two worlds are separated.

The old turtle is like a green spirit, the sky vulture is like a lake monster, and the flock of birds is like a flock of fish.

With transcendent strength, you can live and work in peace.

Qing Ling shook his head, turned and left.

In the vast world, each has his own destiny, and he will not interfere with the fate of all living beings.Here, he has nothing to do with it.

Wherever Tsing Yi walked, the land became desolate and prosperous, the dry land grew thousands of grasses, thousands of flowers bloomed, and thousands of trees grew.

During the journey, Qingling remembered from time to time that there was also a person in the later generations who passed by in red clothes, where no grass grew, and the red land was thousands of miles away, and the people were devastated.

He really wanted to see whether his life was greener or his redness was more extreme.

On this day, I walked through a mountain and saw another mountain.

There is a stele under the mountain, and there is a master here.

It represents that Qingling has come to the land of cultivators.

He walked all the way through the land of chaos and through the land of no one.Walked into the buffer place of Qilin and Feng clan.

The earth is thick and dense, the water vapor is distributed, the four seas are far away, and the loess is vast.

In front of the high mountain, the Donglai Spring Breeze he was carrying stagnated, or in other words, was frozen.

Qingling raised his eyes, and the Dao pattern on the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain came into view.

"Small wind"

This is the first time I have seen such an interesting place name, and I think Lai Shanzhu is also an interesting person.

However, Qingling raised her eyebrows, flicked her sleeves lightly, a thousand flowers filled the sky, her black hair bound a void in the north of the mountain, and a figure staggered out.

"Senior, spare your life! Senior, spare your life! This junior won't run away, this junior will stop running away."

A young man with bitterness and panic was pulled back by Mi Tiansuo.

(End of this chapter)