Prehistoric: Green Snake just wants to cultivate immortals

Chapter 279 Aoki
33 Beyond the sky, chaos.

Qingling stepped into the earth, wind, water and fire.

The wind whistles, passing through the boundless chaos, it is a passerby in the ten-latitude space.

The power of the land, spreading the chaotic past and future, it was one of the creators of the eleventh latitude.

The abyss is long, containing the remnants of Hongmeng's descending from chaos. It is the container from the first latitude to the final No.11 latitude.

The flames are rising, it is the bearer that maintains the ten dimensions.

In the distant No.11 latitude, there is also the power of wood, which creates vitality!

But it is also the vitality it created, from primordial to chaotic, from the eleventh latitude world to the tenth latitude, chaos!

Regardless of the way of heaven or the origin of the great way, for Qingling, it is impossible to describe it in words. Only the explanation of the eleventh latitude can barely be used to describe everything in the world and even Pangu gods and demons.

Qing Ling walked slowly into the chaos, fell into the quagmire of chaos, and was also caught in the tide of chaos. When he was in the wind of chaos, he stood in the eternity of the fire of chaos.

The chaos that Qingling walked into was the same chaos as the chaos that all the great supernatural beings walked into, but it was a chaos of different dimensions.

From the first moment he landed in the chaos, countless green spirits walked into the chaos, and there was one of him in many parallel worlds.

Qingling walked into the chaos with the wood of the five elements, and brought the first small perfection of the five elements to the chaos.

And other great powers cannot bring about this kind of small perfection, and naturally they cannot induce chaotic changes.

When Qing Ling entered the chaos, he lost time and space, and all perceptions of measurement.

There is no year in the chaos, a moment is also eternity, and eternity may only be an instant.

Chaos is the leftover from the fragmentation of the majesty of the eleven latitudes, and the world of nine latitudes evolved from the chaos of the ten latitudes.

Therefore, there are nine extremes of saints in the prehistoric world.

The nine saints are the limit that the latitude of the prehistoric can bear. If there are more, the latitude will collapse, that is, the prehistoric is broken, and the earth's wind, water and fire will repeat itself!
Qingling walked in the chaos, and sat down. He sat down casually and became the center of the chaos.

Because there is no up, down, four directions, no past and present, any place is the center of chaos, and any point is the edge of chaos.

Qingling sits like the center of the universe, surrounding the center of chaos, his figure gradually fades away, until he disappears into nothingness.

The chaotic wind blows, the chaotic tide rises, the chaotic earth migrates, the chaotic sea of ​​fire burns, and the earth, wind, water and fire merge into raw wood.

A little chaotic green wood grows, gathers the power of the four phenomena, uses fire as the sun, tide as water, earth as soil, wind breath as oxygen, and grows vigorously.

A sprout is born in chaos, and there is no time in chaos, so it cannot be measured by time.

Only by judging by the earth, wind, water and fire that gathers around it, the four elephants nurture the chaotic green wood, silently.

Qingling has disappeared into the chaos, and his body has melted into the chaos. He is one of the chaos, and the chaos is just the chaos.

Qingling Yuanshen is clear and bright, and it is born with the power of the four phenomena.

He threw himself into the chaotic green wood, and the green wood gradually grew from the bud, with leaves, branches, and roots, and grew into a big tree.

Chaos is timeless, so Qingling Yuanshen uses his physical body as a scale.

Between one breath and one breath, it is the first growth of trees.

Between exhalation and inhalation, the height of the tree is hundreds of feet and hundreds of feet.

His body is in harmony with the tree, his heart is in harmony with the tree, and every branch and leaf is his body.

Qingling Yuanshen is obsessed with the transformation of the four images invisible, and does not know the changes of the years.

Every time he breathes and breathes, the prehistoric years have passed.

In the blink of an eye, it was Hongjun's second lecture, and Honghuang's three thousand Zixiao guests walked into Zixiao and listened to the Dao again.

The Queen Mother of West Kunlun still hasn't gone, neither the Qimeng in the tunnel nor the ghost ancestor, and only Houtu among the twelve ancestor witches has gone.

This time, the sermon lasted for three thousand years, and it was for the purpose of preaching the Dao of Hunyuan, the law of sanctification!
This lecture was extremely profound, and few of the three thousand Taoists heard the true meaning.

After the preaching, Daozu looked at the three thousand Taoists in Zixiao Palace and said, "In the way of heaven, there should be saints who rule the world.

Under me, there are seven holy positions. I bestow upon you the majestic purple energy. This is the foundation of the Dao, and it can be the bridge connecting the Dao of Heaven and the Dao. Once the Dao arrives, you will be a saint from then on! "

At the moment, all the great powers in Zixiao Palace are very excited, looking forward to the majestic purple energy.

Hongjun said: "Sanqing is the great god of Pangu, with immeasurable luck, and a prehistoric sage, he should have his place!"

After all, three streaks of purple air flew into Sanqing's body.

Sanqing stood up and bowed in salute: "Teacher, be merciful!"

When the Taoists heard the words, although they were envious in their hearts, they also recognized it.After all, this world was created by Pangu, so Sanqing should have a lingering shade.

"Nuwa, if you follow the avenue of good fortune, you will have great merits and virtues in the future. The heaven and the earth must accept their love. For the sake of cause and effect, there should be a holy place!"

After all, another streak of purple air flew out and merged into Nuwa's body.

Nuwa also stood up and said, "Thank you Daozu!"

After hearing the rumors, some people were already dissatisfied, what great merit and great fortune, but thinking of Nuwa's blood-filled double swords, no one said anything.

Hongjun said again: "Zhunti and Jieyin are the only two survivors of hundreds of millions of souls from the Dao and Demon Tribulation, who are blessed by the luck of the West, and the Dao of Heaven owes the West Karma, so I will use these two holy positions to pay back."

Afterwards, two streaks of purple air flew into the bodies of the two of them.

Zhunti and Zhunti hurriedly got up and said: "Taozu is merciful!"

Daozu's words made all the Taoists have to pinch their noses to admit it.

This is to say: This is the meaning of Tiandao. Tiandao uses the holy position to repay the Western karma. If you are dissatisfied, you can find Tiandao's business. It is not my selfish intention.

Next, everyone in the hall was worried and nervous, because there was still the last purple qi left!
Daozu was expressionless, stretched out his hand and flicked, and the last purple air flew out.

"The last holy seat, let this purple air choose for itself!"

After the words fell, the purple air suddenly flew out, wandering among the three thousand Taoists, and finally condensed on the top of Kunpeng's head.

Because apart from Dao Patriarch in Zixiao Palace, he is Kunpeng who has the highest cultivation level!
When Kunpeng was overjoyed, he stretched out his hand to attract Ziqi.

But Zi Qi was suddenly attracted and flew to the top of Hong Yun's head, Hong Yun was stunned, Zi Qi submerged into his heavenly spirit.

In an instant, Hong Yun felt that other people were not looking at her in the right way.

Seeing this, Tai Yi didn't feel lost in his heart, but asked: "Ancestor Dao, where is the last ray of primordial purple energy?"

Daozu shook his head when he heard the words, "I don't know either. The Dao is fifty, the sky is fourty-nine, and the last one is the one that escapes, and it is a chance for the common people in the world!"

Kunpeng came back to his senses from the gain and loss of purple qi, and asked: "If there is no purple qi, can you become a saint?"

Hongjun shook his head: "If there is no purple energy, there will never be a chance to become a saint!"

As soon as this remark came out, I don't know how many powerful people feel sad.

Qingxuan said: "Dare to ask the ancestors, if there is no purple energy, can they become Hunyuan?"

Hongjun glanced at him, "There is no Hunyuan under the Dao of Heaven!"

Everyone felt extremely sad, and there was something wrong with the eyes they all looked at Hong Yun.

Sanqing is the shadow of Pangu, no one will touch it.

Nu Wa is the emperor Wa of the monster race, accompanied by Emperor Jun Taiyi Fuxi and others, and her own strength is extremely strong, they will not easily make a move without being absolutely sure.

The two Westerners are karma owed by Heavenly Dao, and they will naturally not take it away in front of Heavenly Dao.

It seems that only Hongyun is the weakest.At this time, Zhen Yuanzi also made no statement, the two were alone, and Daozu never said to protect Hongyun.

And when everyone was thinking about it, Hou Tu said: "Ancestor Dao, dare to ask me, what chance does the Wu Clan have for a sage of Hunyuan?"

Hongjun said: "The witches create blood to manifest Pangu's heart, and they should seek from the heart."

(End of this chapter)