Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 189 Autumn Order
In summer, lotus flowers are in full bloom, insects are singing, wild animals are running, and scenes of life and death are staged.

Qingling has completely integrated into the prehistoric world. This seemingly barbaric world is the most normal world in his mind.

Otherwise, he still can't get used to it.

The soul of Qingling is gradually repaired in Xia Xu, resting for thousands of years, and after a serious injury, it will be a great life.After undergoing this polishing, Yuanshen became tough and improved a lot.

Now that the primordial spirit has been restored, he continues to start his way.

This time, it's Qiu Xu!

Qingling left Tanggu, while Hao stayed in Tanggu.

Because Qingling told him that he might never come to Tanggu again.

Hao stayed behind. He had just formed a Taoist body, but he was worthy of the power of a great Luo.

Holding the Sanyao mirror in his hand, Qingling opened the Tanggu ban, and saw Solanum nigrum guarding the outside.

Solanum nigrum was very surprised, he didn't expect that the person in Tanggu turned out to be Qingling.

But when he thought about it carefully, he was the only one who could make the Qinglong ancestor bother.

Qingling chuckled at him, without saying a word, and left the East with a long bridge of time under his feet.

Solanum nigrum opened her mouth but said nothing.Because the other party is a great power in heaven and earth, if he speaks, he will be called a senior.

The long bridge of time under Qingling's feet spans the east and west of heaven and earth, and walks into the west in one step.

Although the western land is full of creatures and treasures, there is this desert on the edge of the west, which serves as a buffer zone for dividing the demon clan and the unicorn clan.

And this desert was already as big as the Eastern Desolation.

Qingling walks into the desert, a desert that ordinary creatures cannot pass through in a lifetime, this is a world of its own.

The land of Fusang is Yang, and it is the best place to deduce midsummer.

In fact, it would be more effective if he could go to the sun star to comprehend Xia Xu, but he was afraid that the master of the sun star would not agree, and he would burn him to death.

And Autumn Preface is bleak and withered, which is the exact opposite of Xia's splendor.

Therefore, he left Tanggu and came to this desert.

On the edge of the desert, withered plants can still be seen, the skeletons of giant beasts are half hidden in the wind and sand, and black crows eat carrion from time to time.

It's really ancient vines, old trees, faint crows, but there are no small bridges and flowing water houses.

Qingling's clothes fluttered backwards following the western style, but he was moving forward.

Seen from the sky above the lonely desert, there is no one inhabited in thousands of miles, only the ground is full of yellow sand and a touch of blue.

Qingling landed into the sand step by step, walking the sand into the soil, feeling the dead silence of the earth.

The wind blows, feel the dryness of the wind.

Everything here is different from Donghai.The situation in the East China Sea is full of water vapor, moist and full of vitality.

And the wind in the west is dry, cracked, and withered. When the wind blows and the sand blows, the feeling of bleakness comes.

In front of Qingling is the withered desert, but behind him is Xia's retention.He goes from summer to autumn.

Every step he takes is a scene.

There are summer flowers withering, summer insects entering the soil, summer beasts migrating, and vitality dying out everywhere.

But at the same time, it was also Xia Xu's corpse.

Xia Hua died in the autumn wind, but it bore fruit.

The summer insects fall from the tree and fall to the ground, but they give birth to new insects for the coming year.

If summer is fast, it is disease, while autumn is slow, it is stagnation.

Spring is a baby, summer is a teenager, autumn is twilight, and winter is death.

But as soon as Qingling Wuxia sat in the Tanggu Sanyuanhui, Wuqiu walked the desert without stopping.

Every movement, every sitting, and every action, he does as he pleases, but he has integrated the Tao into his words and deeds, and every action, every word and deed is already the Tao.

Qing Ling is the most durable walker in the prehistoric world. He once traveled on foot in the eastern and western barren lands, and in the northern lands, circumnavigating the prehistoric prehistoric lands. How many people are walking in the flood?

Qing Ling didn't know if he was the only one, but he knew that there were absolutely very few walkers like him.

Even if Buddhism advocates asceticism in the world in the future, and there are countless monks on foot, he is also the originator of the monks, even before the Buddha.

It took Qingling time to comprehend the Autumn Preface, and she traveled all over the western desert, walking into the desolation of the forbidden life zone, and then walked out of the forbidden zone of life, and the forbidden zone of life disappeared in the vast desert.

Since life is forbidden, there should be no life.Once he entered and exited it, he also had life, so he naturally lived within the restricted area.

What's more, he is the god of spring, the god of life.Although it does not cultivate good fortune, it has the great power of good fortune.

Qingling left a footprint of one billion miles in the desert, walking barefoot, stepping on the heavy sand.

One sand and one dust is contaminated with the breath of his spring god, and after experiencing the light of the sun and the moon for thousands of years, he has opened his eyes, has a god, gathers sand to become a man, and becomes a sand man. In a billion-mile footprint, a billion sand people were born. The desert lives forever, and the times live here.

But the creation of a family has no merit.

Because the way of heaven is still out of control of the west, but the way of magic in the west is to destroy the dominance, and good fortune is useless.

Therefore, he has neither the merit of the heavenly way nor the merit of the demonic way.

But Qing Ling did something virtuous.

In the future, if the Dao of Heaven really rules the world, it will owe him a lot of merit.

In Qingling's heart, Tiandao already owed him a debt.

He also wants Tiandao to owe him more debts. Anyway, Qingling is not afraid that Tiandao will destroy him if he can't repay the debt, so he simply let Tiandao owe him debts since he was a child in this era.

When Tiandao grows up, it's time to repay the principal and interest.

As soon as Qing Ling thought about it, the exhaustion in her mind improved a lot.

Three Yuanhui, from summer to autumn, bleak and lonely, full of desolation, his heart is already exhausted, if it is an ordinary mortal, he would have committed suicide thousands of times.

The moment Qingling walked out of the desert, behind him was a picture of summer turning into autumn, a tree with red leaves and maple forests, ten grounds of dead grass and flowers, but there was a kind of autumn chrysanthemum, which bloomed lonely and only lived in autumn.

There is the fragrance of peach blossoms in spring, the fragrance of lotus in summer, and the elegance of chrysanthemums in autumn.

In the diagram of the four seasons, the autumn sequence is a great achievement, the spring and autumn are opposite each other, but the summer is alone.

Qing Ling was full of anticipation, behind him was the autumn wind, and in front of him was the world of ice and snow.

He murmured to himself, "It's time to be the last."

The long bridge of time is erected, rising from the foot, falling to the North Pole, and a bridge spans the northwest.

The cold wind blowing all over the sky was biting, but it blew away his autumnal loneliness, and the snow falling on his green clothes added a bit of elegance to him.

"Snake Ancestor Qingling, please see Xuanwu Supreme!"

In the snowstorm, the sky and the earth gradually darkened, the earth shook, the sky was pressed down, and a figure appeared in front of Qing Ling.

A black robe is fluttering in the wind and snow, a head of white hair rises in the wind, a pair of Xuan Ming Bei is always accompanied, a snake and a turtle are Xuan Wu.

This basalt supreme, with white clothes and black hair, long beard and long vicissitudes, is not old, more like a middle-aged refined scholar who lives in seclusion.

"Are you the current snake ancestor?"

"How can I perceive a trace of familiarity?"

As soon as Xuanwu Supreme made a sound, there were two voices, and they rang out together, but they were two different tones.

One is heavy and the other is elegant. Although they are both middle-aged male voices, it is easy to tell that they are not the same person.

Qingling bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "Young generation, Qingling, belongs to the Xishan Snake Clan, the ancestor of snakes in the world. When Xishan was in danger, and the Hua Geng patriarch called you to go to Xishan, I was lucky enough to watch it from the sidelines." Xuanwu divine body."

(End of this chapter)