Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 233 Seed the Way
On the way, one by one heroic souls of the Snake people were brought into the team.

The line behind Qingling gradually grew longer, but it was difficult for sentient beings to see the dead behind the living.

Under the Nine Netherworld, the Taoist who had been sleeping for a long time woke up.

The Dao fell, the Dao of Heaven expanded, and the tunnel naturally expanded a lot.

It's just far from being able to compare with the gains of heaven.

The Taoist had to sleep for a long time, but the expansion of the tunnels fed back to him, so the Taoist woke up early.

The Taoist woke up with his eyes open, and the past of the dragon and the phoenix was in his heart.

With a long sigh, he stood up suddenly.

The black and white impermanence beside them congratulated in surprise: "Welcome Lord Ming to leave the customs!"

Qingxuan nodded, glanced at them, and said: "The opportunity for you two brothers has come!"

Although black and white impermanence is happy, but I don't know why.

Qingxuan raised his voice and said in the tunnel: "Today, there are tens of thousands of dead souls in the prehistoric land. There are many people who exterminated the clan, and there are countless lonely souls and wild ghosts. I set up black and white Wuchang as the messengers of the underworld, together with the connection between the Jiuyou Tunnel and the prehistoric world!"

The authentic way allows it, the authentic will falls on the two bodies of black and white impermanence.

Black and white impermanence and yin and yang connect yin and yang, add luck to the body, become enlightened immediately, prove the Dao Daluo, and achieve authentic power!
Even the way of heaven also descends the mysterious and yellow merits to protect and support the two of them.

Black and white impermanence splits into hundreds of thousands of pairs of black and white impermanence, stepping out of the Nine Nethers and boarding the earth, ghosts seduce souls, and impermanence kills.

The souls of all living beings can't disappear from the sky and the earth, let alone roam the earth, so under the Nine Netherworld has become the best place to go.

Qingxuan pointed to the flowers on the other side again. The flowers bloomed to see me, and a figure walked out of the flowers.

"Why did you let me out early?"

Qingxuan smiled and said: "The catastrophe is over, I should let you go free."

Styx nodded, bowed, and returned to the sea of ​​blood.

It's just that when I came, I was young and weak, and when I returned, I was already a mature man.

On Kunlun Mountain, the three Taoists returned to the mountain after many years.

Tong Tian looked at the earth full of corpses, and couldn't help but look impatient.

But Lao Tzu said: "Don't worry. All living beings have the fruit of all living beings.

Their corpses will be collected by their clansmen.When we intervene, we break other people's bones and raise their ashes. "

Yuan Shi pointed to the west and said, "Then why are they going?"

Lao Tzu shook his head, "The West is dead, only the two of them, this is the way of the West.

All living beings in the East still exist, and there are future generations who can rest in peace.This is the way of the East. "

On the land of the East, small clans began to walk among the corpses, looking for the corpses of their ancestors, and fetching the souls of their ancestors.

The Eastern world is lucky.At least someone can collect the corpse after death, so that the corpse will not be exposed to the wilderness, and the soul will not be scattered.

The Western world, unfortunately.Because apart from the Bodhi White Lotus, there is no living creature.

But there are unfortunate people in the unfortunate world to save the unfortunate world.

On Mount Sumeru, Zhunti came down with a smile and was led out of the mountain.

The two walked on the endless field of corpses, walking step by step, picking up the corpses every time they passed by.

There are no living beings in the West, and the two of them are the last living beings in the West, so they are the only ones who come to collect the corpse for the West.

Zhunti still smiles and looks kindly in the face of endless corpses, only in this way will he not make endless lonely souls feel hopeless and comfort the lonely hearts of all souls.

There is endless sorrow on the face of the reception, only in this way will he not forget today's West.

Zhunti smiled at all directions, shouted and sang: "

Jishou converted to Emperor Su Xi, bowing his head and face to Qiju

I now praise Da Zhunti, only wishing for mercy and protection

Nan Wu snarled!
Three Miao San Bodhisattvas!

All callos!
Nephew him!
Om!
Brutal master!

Quasi-ti Sua Poha! "

What Zhunti said was Zhunti's mantra, Zhunti transformed endless lonely souls, and the lonely ghosts were illuminated by the holy light, and followed Zhunti spontaneously.

Not saying a word, just white lotus holding the remains, three thousand dreams in the heart of compassion, three thousand big dreams enter the souls, so as to caress the hearts of the dead souls.

On the western land, looking down from high to low, on the land where endless corpses are piled up, there are two small figures slowly advancing from west to east.

Every step up, every step down, countless bones can rest in peace.

Zhunti escorted the two of them very slowly and collected all the corpses, so the earth where the corpses were buried reappeared in the sky.

It is no longer the earth in the corpse, but the corpse on the earth.

Countless corpses were collected by the two into Daluo Daozang, so there were no corpses or bones in the soil, and it was all pure land, so the western land was called the pure land from now on.

In the soil of the west, there is not a single corpse, not a single bone is missing.Because the two great powers walked the western land without falling an inch.

In the Great Southwest Wilderness, Qingling arrived.

Behind them are the living and dead clansmen.

In front of him is the corpse of the snake clan. The clansmen who died in the sword formation of Zhuxian, their primordial spirits have died, and only the corpses remain.

Behind them all the clansmen covered their faces with tears. They stood in front of huge snake corpses. The corpses were piled up on both sides. The sky was overcast and the rain was falling.

Qingling was so sad that he didn't even want to see these corpses.

Maybe, if he didn't see these corpses, these people would live in his heart.

"Crack!"

A light sound resounded in the rain. Although it was extremely small, it was clear and boundless to the cultivator.

All the snake people looked towards where the sound came from.

It was a huge khaki snake corpse.

Qingling recognized that it was Venerable Lu's body.

He raised it with one hand, and the huge mountain of snakes floated three feet above the ground, the mouth of the snake opened wide, and there was a weak figure trembling and crying softly in the bloody snake's throat.

Qing Ling's heart trembled, and he blurted out: "Qi!"

Under the dim sky, among the bones of a mountain of corpses, in the mouth of a huge snake corpse, a child with blood on his face raised his head, his eyes were full of despair.

The moment he saw Qingling, Qi's blank, numb and desperate eyes reflected Qingling's appearance, and he called out "Brother" in a daze.

Qingling was filled with joy and sorrow, and took a step forward to hold Qihu in his arms. Those despairing pupils and the blank "Brother" made him feel pain.

It was only then that Qi realized that he had no scruples to cry out in pain.

In the face of the tragic death of his relatives one by one, the members of the clan died in battle one by one, and he was the only one who survived the entire clan.

That image will always be engraved in his mind, when his father swallowed him, the primordial spirit came out of his body and bumped into the sword energy of Zhu Xian, his soul flew away!

The Jianmu bracelet on his wrist has also been broken.

In the mountain of corpses all over the sky, the cry of a child can be heard far away, and the descendants of the pained relatives in the mountains of corpses all over the world, their mournful voices are intertwined into a song, the sound of the mysterious and yellow rain falling, they are the last mourners in the previous era sound.

Qingling returns to Xishan with Qi and all the clansmen.

He returns with a damaged golden flower of Granny Hua Geng.

He remembered that Hua Geng's mother-in-law joined him with a trace of innate inspiration.

He still remembered that there was a trace of Granny Hua Geng's soul power in the Xishan Soul Lamp.

He can still summon souls, he can also attract souls!
Not only these are needed, but he is also required to be the master of the tunnel, and he is also required to be extremely powerful!
The sky and the earth are mysterious and yellow and the rain has fallen for a thousand years, and the old order of the prehistoric era opens a new dynasty.

The clouds in the sky have dispersed, the sun has risen thousands of miles east, the catastrophe is over, the catastrophe is turned into luck, and the world is auspicious!

"Boom~"

One after another, the blessed places reopened, and one after another, the innate gods were born!
(End of this chapter)