Qing Ming

The most sacred Shuntian Temple of the Destiny God Clan was destroyed, and the Destiny God Lord was executed. All this resounded like a thunderbolt everywhere in the God Realm. Both the ancient gods who were transcendent and the gods and kings at the pinnacle of the God Realm knew the news. The illustrious reputation spread throughout every inch of the God Realm, and those gods who usually regarded themselves as destiny secretly organized several major actions to besiege the Qiankun Shenfu, but they were extinguished in an instant like a flame encountering a stormy sea.

Over time, the Destiny Protoss finally died down and disappeared from the God Realm.Even the Book of Responding to Heaven, which collected the imprints of the souls of the gods and kings, was taken back and destroyed by Emperor Qiankun. There were two ancient gods of heaven and destiny who were supernaturally powerful and made an appointment to fight against Emperor Qiankun. A divine bird burned the two ancient Gods of Destiny to ashes.

The emperor of Qiankun is in full swing, and the ancient gods who originally lived under the oppression of the Destiny God Clan have thrown themselves into the Qiankun God Palace. After 3000 years, the Qiankun God Palace has become the holy place in the hearts of all the ancient gods, but the Destiny God Clan seems to have evaporated out of thin air. There was no news, and he was gradually forgotten by the people in the God Realm.

"Xiaotian, is there no news from Lingshi yet?" Liu Qiankun and Hong Xiaotian stood side by side on the top of the Arctic God Peak, their voices were full of eagerness.

In 3000, Liu Qiankun had cultivated all the powers of the five laws to Dzogchen, and now he has truly become the No. My heart can no longer be peaceful.No matter how high his cultivation level is, he can't merge with the last remnant soul, there is only one end waiting for him, death in body, disappearance of dao, and eternal extinction between heaven and earth.

Death is not terrible, the most terrible thing is the process of waiting to die.Thousands of years may be the dream of longevity for ordinary people, but for Liu Qiankun, it seems that one day is so short. Maybe he closes his eyes tonight, but he will never wake up again in the morning.He pinned his hopes on Hongmeng God, but this guy seemed to have disappeared with the Destiny God Clan, and even his most proud disciple could not learn about him.

"Master will naturally show up when he wants to see you. Otherwise, it would be difficult for me to find his trace." Hong Xiaotian shook his head helplessly and said, he knew the urgency in Liu Qiankun's heart, but there was nothing he could do.

In the past 3000 years, the three brothers Hong Xiaotian have searched all the places where the master might go, even Liyuan Island, but they have never found anything.

"After another 3000 years, I don't know how the girl is doing in cultivation." Liu Qiankun's eyes were dimmed, and he changed the topic lightly, and he was unwilling to mention the matter of disability.

3000 years ago, the girl once again asked to practice in Bingxuansha Cave, and it took another thousand years in the blink of an eye.

"Look!" Hong Xiaotianxu pointed to the ice peak in the distance, Liu Qiankun looked in the direction of his finger, and saw that the snow on the ice peak had turned into a gurgling spring flowing down the peak wall, even the hard The incomparable ice peaks were also washed out of deep trenches, and the ice peaks actually began to melt.

The perennial solid ice on the ice sheet began to melt at some point, and patches of dark brown soil were exposed in many places, looking from a distance like a bald head covered with spots of leprosy.All of this only proves one thing, the evil spirit in Bingxuan evil cave began to decrease sharply, and it was no longer possible to maintain the low temperature on the entire ice sheet.

"The girl really did it, no wonder she is so persistent, maybe one day this place will become a fertile plain!" Liu Qiankun smiled knowingly, and while he was happy for the girl, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. Can he still see the day when it becomes fertile soil?

"Didn't the master leave behind the Qiqiao vase before he left?" Hong Xiaotian's heart moved, and he asked aloud.

Naturally, Hong Xiaotian knew about the wonderful use of the Seven Skills Vase. This object was one of the few portable artifacts of God Hongmeng.

Liu Qiankun smiled, stretched out his palm and took out the seven-craft treasure bottle that had been dusty for many years and handed it over. To be honest, he didn't pay attention to this energy treasure bottle at all, even if Hong Xiaotian wanted it, it didn't matter.

Hong Xiaotian held the vase in the palm of his hand, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes, his brows furrowed unsteadily, Liu Qiankun felt a little amused by that solemn look, and said softly: "Leave this pot-bellied vase to brother Xiaotian to slow down." Appreciate slowly, my little brother is going back to Lihan Palace to find two wives." After saying that, he raised his foot and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute, you boy have searched for thousands of years but you don't know that the oracle of the master is already in your hands. You are really mistaken..." Hong Xiaotian stopped Liu Qiankun, and he couldn't help complaining.

Liu Qiankun's heart was shocked, and he hurried forward, only to see Hong Xiaotian raised his palm and handed out the vase, which happened to be in front of his forehead, and Hong Xiaotian gently lifted the bottom of the vase, just like that The treasure bottle was suspended in front of Liu Qiankun, and a halo of halo extended from the mouth of the bottle, quickly surrounding the whole bottle from top to bottom.

The brilliance flashed, and the belly of the bottle began to become transparent again, and the appearance of the Hongmeng God slowly appeared from the transparent place. The Hongmeng God stroked his long beard and smiled: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, I am afraid it is not Xiaotian's suggestion. I don't know when you will be able to understand the mystery in this vase!"

God Hongmeng seemed to be guessing, but it was not far from the truth.

When Liu Qiankun saw the appearance of the old god of Hongmeng, he felt his teeth itch. He wanted to grab the vase in front of him and bite him. He obviously left a message in this bottle, and he didn't give a reminder before he left. He waited for 3000 years.Liu Qiankun gritted his teeth for a while and could only continue listening patiently.

"Presumably at this moment, you have retrieved the remnant soul in the Shuntian Temple, and you are eager to know the whereabouts of the last remnant soul?" Hongmeng God asked knowingly, and seemed to be muttering to himself.

Liu Qiankun knew that these words were left in the bottle by the God of Hongmeng thousands of years ago, and now there is no other way but to wait.

"As for where is the last piece of remnant soul..." In the middle of speaking, the God of Hongmeng hesitated to speak, and unexpectedly bought it off.Fortunately, Liu Qiankun has been waiting for thousands of years, and he doesn't care about this short period of time at all.

The Hongmeng God on the belly of the bottle pondered for a while and finally shook his head, saying: "I don't know where the last piece of soul is, but I will definitely find a trace somewhere."

Liu Qiankun's ears perked up, but there was an ominous premonition in his heart.I saw the Hongmeng God on the belly of the bottle applying for a suspense, and said slowly: "The land where Qingdao fell..."

The Hongmeng God on the belly of the bottle let out a long sigh, and his face faded away, leaving only Liu Qiankun with a frozen face muttering to himself: "The realm of nothingness, the place where the Qingdao fell..."

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