Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 196 Birth
Taoist Qingxuan said what he said, and the two breaths of the underworld merged into the two of them.

Although Black and White Wuchang are just a pair of little golden fairies at the moment, they will not stop at golden fairies in the future.

Qingling will not make a move openly, but Taoist Qingxuan will consider it for the deity.

Even if he hands over the position of the tunnel master in the future, he will not be disconnected from the tunnel.

All over the prehistoric land, due to changes in the fate of the world, many great supernatural beings who have been passed down to future generations have been quietly born, but they all hide in hiding and dare not come out lightly.

Because the catastrophe has nothing to do with them, if they want to go out for a walk, it would be wronged to be dragged into the catastrophe for no reason.

In the western land, there is a hidden secret in a big snow mountain near the north. A young man got up from the coffin, his face was slightly stiff, and he said after a long pause, "It turns out that I have prepared the things for death since I was born."

He looked at a lamp standing in front of the ancient coffin, with a gray flame burning continuously on the wick, and a stone tablet without writing was erected beside the lamp.

The young man looked up and looked around again, and said to himself: "I can be regarded as an innate god, but I came out of the tomb of the living dead, but my life and death return to one place.

I hope that you will not practice until the end, a big dream will come to nothing. "

As soon as the words fell, the young man got up, walked out of the ancient coffin, stretched out his hand, and the spirit lamp turned into a coffin palace lantern, and the stone tablet was pulled out and turned into a ruler, which was named Qiankun.

The young man looked at the lamp and said: "I have been guarded by you since I was conceived, and I have been burning for tens of thousands of years before I was able to take shape. From then on, my name is Ran Deng."

In the land of the southern wasteland, there is a big swamp, surrounded by clouds and mist, a divine beast stepped out of the clouds, and turned into a white-clothed god-man, looking at the white mist like a dream, he said: "The big swamp is foggy, it seems to be disturbed. My name is Bai Ze."

Below the northeast of the mountain, in the Ancestral Witch Hall, the heart blood pool gave birth to seven most powerful Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang laughed boldly and said: "Brothers and sisters, I have finally waited for you as a brother. Since then, we have eleven witch ancestors, and we only wait for the last one, I don't know if it is a younger brother or a younger sister."

The six witches laughed and said, "I've seen Big Brother."

The hot-tempered Zhu Rong and Gong Gong are all vying to be everyone's second brother.

Gou Mang said with a smile: "The two of them are fighting each other, so I won't join in. I am your fourth brother."

Among the seven newly born ancestral witches, a gentle woman said with a smile: "Houtu has seen four elder brothers."

Zhu Rong and Gonggong were embarrassed to argue after being called by Houtu, so they hurriedly said, "Fifth sister, you are welcome."

A burly man in black said in a rough voice: "Brothers and sisters, I'm extravagant, I'm dead, and I hope my brothers and sisters don't dislike me."

A middle-aged tattooed man beside him patted him on the shoulder boldly, and said with a smile: "Whoever dares to despise you, I, Tian Wu, will be the first to tear him apart."

The two teenagers who looked exactly the same behind them said in unison: "We are a family, just like Xizi and Qiangliang, no one is separated from the other!"

A playful girl smiled and said, "Seventh Brother, Xuan Ming likes someone as real as you."

The last boy with golden pupils weakly raised his hand and said, "So does Liao Shou!"

There was constant laughter in the Ancestral Witch Hall, and it was very lively.

The sun is setting in the west, the sky is full of burning clouds, and the sunset is red.

Just when the wind was blowing and the clouds cleared, a young man in red stood in the middle of the nine-day red glow, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at the world in all directions with curiosity.

In the mountain below him, the young man holding a pen under a tree raised his head and was stunned for a moment, then opened the bibliography again, and picked up the pen to write.

But suddenly a voice came from his ear, "What are you doing?"

The boy coughed unnaturally, turned his hand and put the book away.Turning around to look at the curious young man in red, he said, "It's nothing, who is your Excellency? Why did you trespass on my cave?"

The young man in red smiled and said: "My name is Hongyun, I was born with clouds and qi. I just saw that you are the only one around here, so come and have a look. And you, what's your name?"

The boy frowned and said, "How can you pass through my protective formation?"

The young man in red smiled and said, "I was born as a cloud, so I can't go anywhere? You haven't answered my question yet, what's your name?"

The boy was surprised for a moment, and then he realized it, and replied casually: "Zhen Yuanzi."

"Zhen Yuanzi? Good name, it sounds mysterious." Hong Yun kept talking, "Are you alone? Don't you find it boring to stay in this courtyard every day?"

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

"Hey! What's on your tree? Why does it look so beautiful? Is it a fruit? It's an innate spiritual root! Can you give me a taste?" Hong Yun looked at the fruit on the tree with a greedy face.

"Impossible." Zhen Yuanzi said coldly.

"Why can't you? You have thirty of them. How about giving me one to taste? How about I take you to see the world, the most beautiful scenery in the world?"

"Not interested." Zhen Yuanzi turned around and said, "Your Excellency, you should leave."

"Ah? Why should I leave? Can't I stay here?" Hong Yun asked with a puzzled expression.

"No, because this is my cave."

"Then why is it your cave? That's my cave too..."

On Mount Sumeru in the west, beside the Eight Treasures Pond, the bodhi tree said to the white lotus for the ten thousandth time: "I want to change form."

The petals of the white lotus moved slightly, and replied: "No, wait a little longer."

When the bodhi tree heard this, the leaves all over the tree drooped feebly.

One after another innate gods were born in hidden places between heaven and earth.

They are the last two batches of innate gods in this world.

Another group will be born after this catastrophe, and no innate creatures will be born after them.

Qingling didn't care about it and couldn't perceive it, he just focused on his own cultivation.

There is no sky, no earth, no self, only the process of spiritual energy transforming into clouds, and only the way of detecting wood in the avenue.

Thousands of years and thousands of years are short and insignificant to Honghuang, but there are countless living beings from birth to death, and countless living beings are drawn by cause and effect.

The ferocious massacres of the Western Demonic Dao, the conquests of the three tribes in the mainland, and the fights and killings among the various tribes, one by one the powerful began to make arrangements, and one by one the planners became pawns in a bigger game.

This is the most prosperous era in the prehistoric era, with great powers emerging in large numbers, ancestors everywhere, chaotic gods and demons contending for the front, visitors from outer space still exist, innate gods are everywhere, and there are thousands of people with great supernatural powers.

The upper clans of all parties who have already sensed have begun to bury their backs one by one, for the continuation of the clan.

The same is true for Xishan.

Hua Geng's mother-in-law asked Qingling to plot against Ke once.

Qingling suppressed Ke intact in Luo Shenghua, and planted it under Jianmu.

If something unexpected happens in the future, then Ke is the continuation of the Xishan Snake Clan.

Qingling banned Ke, she will not appear in the wild for a long time in the future, and naturally she will not be robbed.

Even if Qing Ling is gone, Ke, the quasi-Da Luo is still there.

Granny Hua Geng has already prepared for any bad results, including expected and unexpected plans.

This is the lesson learned from the destruction of countless ethnic groups, and it is also the experience gained by the ancestors in exchange for flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)