Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 187
Solanum nigrum's expression changed drastically, and she said in surprise: "This, I'm afraid it's the power of heaven and earth that has such momentum!"

Since he stepped into the realm of the Daluo Jinxian, he has practiced tens of Yuanhui and now he can barely enter the realm of the seventh heaven. For him, there is still a long time to go to the realm of the power of heaven and earth.

After a little hesitation, he decided to summon the elders of the twelve clans of the Dragon Clan to come. Each of the elders of the twelve clans is a powerful person in heaven and earth, like the descendants of innate gods and spirits. Move the ancient murderer.

Among the tens of yuanhuis since he became a great power, there are only more than [-] Taiyi who have successfully broken the mirror and stepped into the Daluo Jinxian, but only three of these dozens of yuanhuis have stepped into the world's great powers.

One is the Moyu Qilin of the Qilin Clan, the other is the ancestor of the Red Crow Clan of the Feng Clan, and the last one is the Azure Dragon Assistant God, the Green Snake who used to call him Senior.

Thinking of this, Solanum nigrum felt inexplicably sour.

But unexpectedly, just as he was about to send a message, the dragon pan in his hand suddenly turned, and a blue light appeared.

"Solanum nigrum."

"Greetings to the first ancestor." Although he was surprised that the Qinglong ancestor was vivid, he still saluted Xuying.

"Are you in the Rizhao Sea Area?"

"According to the ancestor, nightshade is indeed in the Rizhao sea area now."

"Well, then I will trouble you to guard one or two, and don't disturb other clansmen." Qinglong Xuying said lightly.

"This..." Solanum nigrum hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Yes, I will obey the order of the ancestor."

"Thank you, the next Holy Sacrifice is coming soon, so you can go to the ancestral blood pool before the Holy Sacrifice."

Hearing this, Solanum nigrum looked overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Thank you for the great kindness of the ancestor."

The phantom on the dragon plate disappeared in an instant, leaving only Solanum nigrum happy.

Immediately, he raised his hand, and the only remaining two Taiyi masters of the Yangyu clan hurried over.

"This sea area will be banned from today. Your family is not allowed to publicize all the phenomena in the sea area. If you leak the secrets of the Dragon Palace, your family may disappear from the world."

The two Taiyi of the Yangyu clan secretly groaned in their hearts, but they still quickly obeyed the order.

Qinglong, who was far away on Qinglong Shenshan, looked at the Rizhao sea area, and said softly: "At the price of the top ten innate spiritual roots, don't let me down."

In Tanggu, Qingling is holding a three-foot short knife in his right hand. Its shape is simple, with a long and sharp blade, without any extra decorations. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a machete.

All the divine light is concentrated inside, because of the soul-killing stone, it looks a bit weird, the body of the knife is not iron, the whole body is black, and its appearance is not good.

Qing Ling was extremely satisfied, only the humble things can have a shocking side.

He stroked the knife with his hand and said with a smile: "From now on, there will be no more killing gods, only beheading gods.

You kill the treasure of obstacles for me, and kill all obstacles on the road. "

The knife seemed to have a spirit, and it rang softly and vibrated, responding to the master's words.

But the three thousand red threads around his waist are not happy, the long red threads are entwined with the Zhanshen Blade, like a child who is jealous of the wind.

Qing Ling couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, you will all be my treasures from now on.

Slay the gods and kill the obstacles, you will accompany the Tao, and the sapphire will protect the Tao, the three of you will walk with me on the road. "

After hearing this, Mi Tiansuo let go of the struggling Zhanshen, and hung it on Qingling's waist.

Qing Ling's brows flashed, and he took Zhanshen into Yuanshen, warming him with the power of his soul.

The reason why the knife is called "slaying gods" is that it focuses on "gods", what is cut is not the body, but the gods!
The hibiscus in Tanggu is black and yellow all the year round, and its leaves are like fire and sun, never fading.

Qingling stroked the tree with his hands, and said with a smile: "Fusang Fusang, since you have helped me become a treasure, I will not break your branches and leaves again. Now, I need to use you to become a Taoist, and I will also help you. From now on, you will still be Tanggu. Fuso, not my hibiscus.

If you have a spirit, please answer me, three thousand leaves move. "

He used the authority of wood way to communicate with wood and express the spirit of Fusang.

Fusang felt it, and the three thousand leaves on the branches and leaves really moved, hanging down to Qingling.

Qingling smiled gently, "Thank you Fusang."

As soon as the words fell, he showed his divine map, enlarging the sky and zooming in all directions.

Qing Ling stepped into it, and came to condolences to Mu Gong's avatar.

"Thousands of years, how have you been?"

Qing Ling looked at the golden crow phantom who was crushed under the extreme cold wind and snow in the north with a smile on his face.

Jinwu Xuying sneered and said, "It's a good way to make treasures by breaking Fusang laurel.

Now that the precious sword is ready, are you ready to use me as a striker? "

"No, I don't have such an idea." Qing Ling said with a smile: "You are not qualified to start my sword."

"You!" Jinwu Xuying was obviously furious, but he still restrained himself in the snowstorm. "What exactly do you want?"

Qingling sized him up carefully before slowly opening his mouth and said: "If I'm not mistaken, this avatar of yours should be made of the essence of sunshine accumulated by Fusang since the creation of the world, and it was sacrificed with distraction. The flourishing sun of the wood."

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?" The Golden Crow's illusory aura still persists, thinking that his majestic and powerful avatar is not even worthy of giving a sharp blow, it is really a great shame and humiliation.

But he also avoided the danger of his life, and there was a little joy in his heart, which made Mu Gongchen feel ashamed and angry.

"If it is, it will be of great use to me. If it is not, you have also destroyed the origin of a Golden Crow that was once possible to conceive, and the existence on the sun star will naturally not let you go."

Mu Gongfen's face froze, a little hesitant.

Qing Ling smiled, and continued: "However, I should guess right, you are indeed a tree of Shengyang.

In this way, your Taoist body will be used by me, and your life will be lost. "

Mu Gongfen's expression changed, and he said: "If you come to take my life, just come, why bother talking so much."

Qing Ling shook his head and said, "I want to take your body, but I didn't say I must take your life."

"What does this mean?" He asked with a slight expression.

"As long as you take the initiative to give up your Dao body and don't damage your origin, I can guarantee that you will not destroy your Dao Spirit, nor will you suppress or ban your Dao Spirit.

After all, it's hard to tell whether you, who has a hint of the meaning of Fusang Shenmu, is the clone of Mugong or the so-called "Hao". "

Hearing the words, Mu Gong's avatar finally changed his expression, smiled wryly, and sighed: "Whether I am Mu Gong or Hao, it's really hard to say."

Qingling looked at him with fixed eyes, and said solemnly: "If you wish, it will be Fusang Zhihao, not a clone!"

"Can you help me?" he asked in surprise.

Qing Ling nodded and said: "I can assimilate the Mugong soul in your primordial spirit with the authority of the wooden way, and you will be able to get as big as the world from now on."

"How can I trust you?" The old Taoist who was mixed with soul was finally persuaded by Qing Ling.

Qingling said with a smile: "Since everything started from Fusang, then Fusang will be the proof, if I break my oath, Fusang will not help me achieve enlightenment.

If you have any more thoughts of harming me, you will return to Fusang Shenmu, and your soul will be completely dissipated! "

"Okay, let's take Fusang as proof!"

Beneath Kazuki's Xuanhuang, the old Taoist and Qingling pointed at Fusang together, and made an oath.

(End of this chapter)