Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 255 Xuan Yuan
Those who had originally left stopped when they saw this scene. The scene of the two peerless ancestors fighting was also an opportunity for them.

Those who have acquaintances with great abilities communicate with each other through sound transmission, and tell taboos.

"This patriarch standing on the light bridge is probably not the rumored Taoist Master of the Eastern Wilderness?"

"I think it looks like it, but I've never heard of this mighty contender."

"I have learned about this great power from the ancient records of the family, and I am afraid it is the ancient ancestor of Beiming who has existed since the beginning of the world!
Maybe even the same generation as Daozu Hongjun! "

"What! To be of the same generation as Daozu Hongjun?
Hiss~"

For a time, those who knew were shocked.

Hongjun Daozu is the No. 1 avenue between heaven and earth in their eyes, and it would be extremely terrifying to think about being able to be of his same generation!
When everyone looked at Qingling, they felt that the Eastern Wasteland Taoist had little chance of winning.

Although the ancients are not necessarily powerful, the ancients are definitely not simple people.

Kunpeng snorted coldly: "Back then, I gave you the Lingbao, and it can be regarded as paying off the karma owed to Tai Geng.

Now there is no love between you and me. "

Qingling smiled lightly and said: "Back then, when I met a fellow Taoist in Beimingzhihai, it was kind of kind. Please also ask fellow Taoist to hold you up."

"Heh~, try it and you'll know!"

Kunpeng stretched out his hand and patted it down, the wind rose thousands of miles in the sky, and the sea of ​​kuns gathered thousands of miles away on the ground. Peng and Kun merged into one in one palm, turning into Kunpeng, and Fengshui competed to form blue claws.

Qing Ling also stretched out his palm, but compared with the sky-like Cang Qing's claw, his palm was extremely weak.

Like an ant's small palm facing a huge green claw, the shock brought by the visual gap reaches its peak when the two collide.

"Boom~"

The entire sea of ​​blood was split open out of thin air, the strong wind tore apart the space in all directions, and the void shattered and moaned and was ravaged again.

The moment the green claws collided with Qingling's jade-like palm, a green light suddenly appeared.

The two ways of feng shui compete with the way of wood, the wind urges the wood to die, and the water regenerates the wood.

Qingling and Kunpeng collided directly on the Dao, without using any Lingbao, Dao collided with Dao.

Qing Ling suddenly took three steps back, and the void behind him collapsed for thousands of miles, causing many great powers to fly away in a hurry.

Ancestor Kunpeng was also pushed back by the force of the countershock, but he only took a step back.

"It's quite capable!" Kunpeng said with a smile, but those dark eyes didn't seem to be admiring at all.

"Fellow Taoist Kunpeng is really extraordinary!" Qing Ling smiled, even if he was against the sky on the fundamental road, he still had some gaps with these old guys from ancient times.

As soon as Qingling pointed out, the long bridge of time and light was erected under his feet, and at the same time the black hair turned red, and the three thousand red lines rolled away like three thousand red dust, and the distance between heaven and earth was only a line.

When Kunpeng opened his mouth to spit out, countless wind disasters came to the world, and thousands of winds roared wildly in the world.

Mi Tiansuo entered in a flash, but he couldn't lock Kunpeng's body.

Kunpeng seems to be motionless, but in fact he is wandering among the heavens, and his speed is faster than time, so he is in any place in any sky at any time.

Only by suppressing the heavens at the same time and imprisoning the heavens and all phenomena can he be able to live in him.

The long bridge of time is grafted with time, but it always falls into the void and does not fall into the body of Kunpeng.

The light in Qingling's eyes flickered, the Kunpeng ancestor's is really extraordinary, unless he has the world's treasures such as the Tai Chi map or the Shanhe Sheji map, he can live in Kunpeng's true appearance of the heavens.

Kunpeng sneered and said, "Why do you only use this trick? I just want to learn about your fame and supernatural powers, so I stayed here. If you don't make a move, I will leave!"

Qing Ling shook his head and said: "My supernatural powers are for killing enemies, for enemies of life and death, not for benefactors."

"Then are you regressing?" Kunpeng frowned, looking at the young Taoist who was just like the tens of yuan meeting before.

Qingling smiled and said: "I am willing to retreat, but I am not willing."

"What?" Kunpeng was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that the sea of ​​blood also came from the underworld, and the one in front of him was the Lord of the underworld!
He didn't even think about it, he took a step forward, the speed was so fast that h had already passed the long river of time.

But a light of reincarnation shines out from the depths of the underworld, and I can see my three lives on the three lives stone, and the three lives are me, and I am not the three lives.

The image of the three lives has descended on Kunpeng across the long river of time, and the reincarnation of the three lives has restrained Kunpeng.

Qingling's eyebrows and primordial spirit were extremely exhausted. Since the first moment he came to the underworld, he had been inducing reincarnation on the Sansheng Stone, and fighting Kunpeng was just delaying time for the Sansheng Stone to start deducing Kunpeng.

The three-life stone is the core of reincarnation and the most precious treasure of the earth. Its power is comparable to the jade plate of good fortune in the way of heaven, and it is comparable to the power of Hunyuan.

But the disc of good fortune is only in the heaven, and the Sansheng Shenshi is only in the tunnel.

Qing Ling stretched out his hand and made a move, and this treasure, which was scrambled for by all the great powers, fell into his hands.

He swept his eyebrows coldly, and all the powerful people around him retreated with winks, without any nostalgia.

The way of life and death rotated in Qingling's pupils, the wooden way was implanted, time was grafted, and 43 people fell in an instant.

The 36 immortals and seven elders of Penglai Xiandao all fled away in horror, but a seed had been planted in their hearts, and they began to rapidly absorb the essence of Tao, the power of primordial spirit, and flesh and blood from their bodies.

Although he only used 43% of his strength for this glance, and it was divided into [-] parts, which is not fatal, but it is still not to be underestimated.

These people, even if the Duke of the East took action, they would not be of great use without millions of years of cultivation.

When everyone left, only Minghe stared eagerly at the Lingbao in Qingling's hand, as if he wanted it but didn't dare.

Qing Ling smiled and said, "Do you want this treasure?"

Styx nodded, "I really want to, but I know that there is no opportunity for me under the Lord of the Styx."

Seeing his appearance, Qing Ling couldn't help laughing: "This treasure, the hit should be your palm."

Styx's gloomy eyes suddenly lit up.

"but not now."

The light in his eyes dimmed again.

Qingling said: "I don't know how many peerless powers will covet this top-grade spirit treasure. How can you protect it with a single power?"

Styx lowered his head. It is true that he is just an ordinary power. Even with the support of the sea of ​​blood, he is still not as good as those giants.

Qingling stretched out his hand a little, Kunpeng appeared, and the divine light of the third generation dissipated.

Kunpeng opened his eyes quietly, and said coldly, "I underestimated you."

Qingling sighed: "Your Taoist's ability is really profound, even the Dao of Reincarnation can only calm you down for a moment.

If fellow daoist no longer covets this treasure, I can lend this Xuanyuan control water flag to fellow daoist!
Kunpeng froze for a moment, thinking in his eyes.

Ming He was taken aback and wanted to dissuade him, but he looked at Qing Ling and held back.

"Is what you said true?"

Qing Ling nodded.

"Then what do you want?"

Qingling shook his head, waved his hand, and the Xuanyuan flag flew to Kunpeng. "I don't ask for anything, I just use this treasure to form a good relationship with fellow Taoists.

The Xuanyuan Water Control Banner was lent to Taoist friends for a period of time. How about returning this flag to the blood sea after little friend Minghe stepped into the realm of great power? "

Patriarch Kunpeng couldn't help laughing, "Aren't you afraid that I won't return it? Once my ancestor entered Beiming, even Hunyuan might not be able to take me down."

Qingling laughed back: "If Fellow Daoist really didn't intend to pay back, he wouldn't have asked this question!"

Ancestor Kunpeng stretched out his hand, took down the Xuanyuan flag, and said with a big smile, "Okay! You are the first person in the world who dares to trust me so much!"

After the words fell, the situation receded, and the ancestor Kunpeng had returned to Beiming.

Qingling's eyes were deep, looking at the direction Kunpeng was leaving, if he could really keep his promise, it would be a chance.If you don't keep your promise, then you can ask him to summon the demon flag to walk on it!
(End of this chapter)