Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 448 Lying high on the nine clouds, the futon is on the road.

Yaoqiong quickly withdrew her thoughts and began to explain her doubts.

"Master, I have entered the time of the creation of the world, but I can't step into that moment at all."

Ye Ang smiled wryly, and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, with my current cultivation, I can't turn back time. Go to the time when the world was opened and the earth was created."

"You are practicing the Heart Sword, abandoning everything, turning existence into nothingness, and imitating virtual concepts, so that you can take advantage of this opportunity to go upstream and go back to the past."

"I want to practice the method of heart sword, but I can't do it. No one in the whole prehistoric can send me to the river of time sequence when I turn into a concept of nothingness, and reverse it, and no one can put such pressure on me to bear the burden. My power."

Yaoqiong nodded. In front of Ye Ang, she didn't have the kind of disdain for the prehistoric and sacred, and cold-eyed all changes. She was still the Taoist Yaoqiong who just joined Ye Ang's family and wholeheartedly sought Taoism.

"Master, can you tell me about the scene when Pangu opened the world? The disciple was blocked at the moment after the opening of the sky. I saw the creation of the heaven and the earth, and the transformation of Pangu, but it was only a moment, but I couldn't go back even a moment."

Ye Ang shook his head: "To tell you the truth, if you asked me this question in the past, I would definitely be able to give you an affirmative answer, but now my realm is higher and I have seen farther places. , but more and more confused, I'm afraid I can't give you any answers for the time being."

Looking at Yao Qiong's increasingly confused face, Ye Ang said apologetically: "I know you have many doubts, but I will only have more doubts than you, so I can't answer your doubts for the time being, I can only let you go Looking for an answer."

Yaoqiong nodded slightly, her eyebrows and eyes slowly opened, after all, she was able to create the existence of the heart sword, and she adjusted quickly.

"That's fine, I can't rely on Master for everything, and I don't have to lose the joy of cultivation and exploration."

Ye Ang smiled warmly, and continued: "Hongjun has already left the customs, and this catastrophe should be over, so you can go back."

"Master, won't you go back with me?"

"No need," Ye Ang rejected Yao Qiong's request, "The entire earth fairy world is under my nose, there is nothing I can't see."

"Let's talk about it..." He said with a half-smile, "Do you think I am talking to you now?"

Rao Yiyaoqiong's cultivation base, she couldn't help being shocked, "Could it be that this is just...", she didn't continue, because the guess was a bit scary, and the existence in front of her was clearly felt by her. Among them, it is already an existence that can be called a mountain.

Ye Ang nodded, "That's right, it's just a projection."

He sighed leisurely: "I'm already too strong."

Looking at Yao Qiong who was slightly surprised and absent-minded, Ye Ang smiled dotingly, "Okay, the time has come, I will send you back and help you rebuild your divine body."

"It's just that this time, your cultivation may fall to the golden fairy realm. Although you will recover soon, you don't have to worry about other things, just let the bitch protect you."

"Yes, the disciple understands."

Ye Ang nodded, then slapped Yao Qiong's conscious body lightly, and stamped it on the latter's forehead. Without a sound, Yao Qiong disappeared from the spot.

Ye Ang turned around and glanced in another direction. There, the main body transformed into a tall god body of billions of feet, sitting cross-legged in the chaos, like a supreme giant, slowly bringing the earth and fairy world back on track, bringing its timing and prehistoric butt.

After a while, Ye Ang withdrew his eyes again, looked at the development of the scene in the earth fairy world at this time, and muttered to himself: "I have to say, this method of cutting out time is quite interesting. With this experience of continuation, Next time when you have enough strength, you can consider intercepting it yourself and try it.”

……

The immeasurable light slowly dissipated, and a figure slowly floated in front of Biting Zun.

It was Yaoqiong, Queen Mother of the West, but she was practicing with her eyes closed at this moment, and her cultivation had already fallen to the realm of the Golden Immortal!

Many saints paled in shock, Sanqing, Zhunti received and guided, and the four star masters all showed solemn expressions, but their expressions became a little more determined.

Biting God stepped forward slowly, guarding Yaoqiong silently. He looked up at the opposite side, surrounded by the four swords, like the figure of a god, with flames burning in his eyes, and a deep roar coming out of his mouth.

Luo Hu's long hair fluttered wantonly with the wind, his black clothes were rattling by the wind, the four divine swords revolved around him in a mysterious trajectory, the most important thing was his aura, lofty and deep, grand and broad.

He is a demon, and he is also the ancestor of the demon. Without words, many supreme beings can even faintly feel his greatness.

This is very abnormal!
Pangu Sanqing's expression was determined, and they vaguely understood that this was probably the power of Luo Hu getting closer to the so-called Hunyuan realm.

They dare not imagine what the consequences will be once Luo Hu is promoted to the Hunyuan Realm?
Demon stains the prehistoric?

Or, the devil is the Tao?
Luo Hu got out of trouble, regained all his strength, and made some faint progress. He should have been proud of himself and showed his power, but after only a short while, many supreme beings discovered the problem.

Luo Hu didn't look at them!

Luo Hu's expression was serious, and he looked in another direction.

……

"Looking high on the nine clouds,

Michizane on the futon,
The leader of Xuanmendu,
Turning into Hongjun in one breath..."

Accompanied by a long and vicissitudes of singing, it echoes leisurely between the heaven and the earth.

With a "creak", the door of Tongming Hall slowly opened, and under the eyes of everyone, a white-haired old man walked out slowly.

"The sky is murderous, the stars are moving,

The ground sends out murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise to land,

People have murderous intentions, and the world is turned upside down..." The white-haired old man was filled with emotion, "I don't want to think that the poor way has retreated for a while, but the world has been turned upside down, and the huge heaven is now wandering around. "

His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire sky and rang in the ears of all monks.

Many holy and billion-trillion monks all looked dazed. Isn't the Heavenly Emperor's retreat and practice in the Tongming Palace? Is it an old Taoist who stands out like this?

Even those supreme beings, who knew a little bit of the inside story, were still a little puzzled, and didn't understand why it was Taoist Hongjun who appeared in the image of an old man instead of Emperor Hongtian.

Taoist Hongjun turned his head slowly, looked at Demon Ancestor Luohu, and walked over time and space step by step, walking over at a leisurely pace.

"Poverty Dao Hongjun, it's been a long time since fellow Daoist Luo Hu..."

Luo Hu's face was very ugly, his face was as sinking as water, and his eyes sized up Hongjun for a long time.

"You really didn't retreat for 33 days."

Daoist Hongjun smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Luohu came from afar and came to visit the heavens from the earth. Naturally, the poor Taoist wants to end the retreat in a hurry and entertain him."

Luo Hu narrowed his eyes, and he felt that this Hongjun old Taoist priest was very different from Emperor Hongtian, and he couldn't say what the difference was.

"I don't know how you plan to entertain me?"

Taoist Hongjun said with a smile: "How about sending it to the land of returning to the ruins?"

The pupils of Luo Hu's eyes suddenly contracted, which was extremely cold, like a real murderous intent, and made him feel a tingling sensation.

"Hahahahaha!" Luo Hu burst into laughter suddenly, and the four divine swords surrounded him, trembling slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, even though you have many subordinates, if you really want to kill us, the outcome will be hard to tell!"

Taoist Hongjun didn't know when a miniature, simple and exquisite little clock appeared in his hand, and he gently stroked the little clock with his baby-like hand that didn't look old.

"Is it!"

(End of this chapter)