Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 582

Infinite avenues!
Infinite gas machine!
The boundless starlight!
The dark void is turbulent, reflecting thousands of changes.

Illusory and real, like a vast and endless ocean.

Straight to include the heavens and worlds, the universe and the sky.

It is inclusive of everything, making all kinds of frosts compete with each other and cross over, writing bright eras one after another.

Ji Yuan seized the fate and luck of Dingyang Hou Guoxuan through the map of Huangtian Dao.

It was found that the Big Dipper Qiyao changed suddenly, as if pulling two stars out of thin air and adding them to the body.

A certain kind of authority that has been indelible since ancient times.

In an instant, it was like a flying swallow throwing itself into the forest, or a tired bird returning to its nest, falling into Ji Yuan's palm.

Before he could react, the source of the avenue flowing in all directions swallowed the fleshy body that was entangled with the leather and fire.

The mind is ups and downs, floating by the wind.

"It's like falling into a dream, like being in an illusion, looking at flowers in the fog, blurred and in a trance."

Ji Yuan was stunned, thinking again of his subtle feeling of traveling back to the ancient times and looking at the heaven with the help of the power of the true monarch of the Ministry of Plague.

It's like having a very lucid dream, when the mind is out of the body, it's like watching, everything goes with the flow.

It runs through the past and present for countless kalpas, and stretches across the banks of the long river of time.

Ji Yuan, who was as small as a mustard seed, trudged forward.

He didn't know what the purpose was, and he didn't know where he was going.

The strong wind blowing by the river seems to be frightening.

A bone scraping knife is like piercing intestinal poison.

Awesome!

Suppose you let the righteous gods and heavenly officials come here.

It may not be able to survive safely.

Fortunately.

The Taikoo Jiuchen, which was lit up for the second time, hung above Ji Yuan's head.

Thousands of auspicious stars flow down wantonly, and among them there is even the sound of praying and chanting.

It was like clouds of pure spiritual energy gushing around and turning into auspicious clouds, firmly protecting and holding him.

"The heavenly realm of the great cycle, as fine as dust, what disasters are never destroyed, what blessings are not perfect...Three emptiness essences, six pure musics give birth to me, give birth to me, raise me, and protect my true nature!"

Ji Yuan's heart ran through paragraphs of Daoist essays, bathing in and absorbing the spiritual light that was slowly pouring down from the ancient Jiuchen.

He traced upstream, as if swimming against the current.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, those torrents that seemed to accumulate endless years roared.

The peaks that have been uprooted again and again, the dazzling stars, swept away.

"Is this a calamity?"

Ji Yuan felt something in his heart, how many outstanding people with extraordinary aspirations, how many great masters with amazing talents?

Can they establish a peak in this vast and boundless history book?

Maybe it's not even a speck of dust!
Even if he dies, it will be difficult for those who come after him to know, and his name will be left on the stone carvings and bamboo slips, and the remaining texts!

"It's no wonder that throughout the ages, the immortal gods have never changed their expressions and awe when they heard the word robbery."

Ji Yuan couldn't touch it, and he didn't dare to touch the terrifying catastrophe that circulated in endless years.

Therefore, one can only see blurred figures dissipating, and dim stars falling.

Those are like the sun, the bright moon, or the brilliance and authenticity of rivers and mountains.

They turned into scorched black flying ash one after another, and filled the long river of time eloquently.

There are also some, submerged into the dark void, blended into the old earth of the underworld.

Everyone deserves it!

While trudging along the road, Ji Yuan watched the tragic and speechless scene of calamity.

"There is great beauty in heaven and earth, and great compassion in time. Since ancient times, all immortals and gods have died, and no one has survived the calamity. It is really a great horror for all kinds of people in the universe."

The sudden thick voice almost shocked Ji Yuan.

When he looked back, the shock was heavier and thicker.

Because it was an "acquaintance" who had met twice!
His hair is as white as withered grass, his stature is tall and mighty, but his expression is also kind, and he said cheerfully:

"Young man, we met again, it's fate!"

Ji Yuan's mind couldn't help being turbulent, thinking about the underworld, the two experiences at the Town God's Temple, and now the long river of time.

No matter how dull a person is, he can guess that this old man has an extraordinary background.

In the second round, Ji Yuan guessed that the other party was probably a ghost cultivator in ancient times, so that he could enter and leave the underworld freely.

But now, he couldn't figure it out.

The long river of time is mighty and mighty, reflecting all the past of the nine calamities of the ancient times.

The strong wind blows away the soul, and the calamity melts the flesh and blood.

If it weren't for the protection and protection of Jiuchen's authority, there would be Huang Tiandaotu as a backer.

It may not be possible for Ji Yuan to break through the sixth heaven.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for ancient hermit ghosts and immortals to appear, and they still look so relaxed.

He reluctantly cupped his hands and said:
"Predecessor, senior, good."

Even if it is Jiuchen Xuanzhao, the authority is in charge.

Every time Ji Yuan uttered a word, it was still like a strong wind blowing on his face, and it was easy to be blown away by it.

This is because the Tao is not high enough to stand on the banks of the long river of time.

His difficulty in walking further set off the calmness of the old man surnamed Shen.

"The younger generation has learned how to be polite this time, and is not as unruly as before."

Old man Shen clasped his hands in his sleeves, and said with a cheerful smile.

"Seniors are joking, Ji has always respected elders."

Ji Yuan's thoughts flickered, thinking of the reminder from Tianpeng Zhenjun, he must be careful of those old immortals who survived the nine calamities before.

They meet each other again and again, they say it's fate, but who knows that there is a bad fate and a good fate!
"Xiangsheng, you are walking too slowly, we two are swimming together."

Just as Ji Yuan was stunned, the tall old man with gray hair like withered grass took his right hand and pulled him upstream.

Jiuchen Xingdou hanging above his head did not respond.

Just like a stone falling into the water, there will be no ripples.

"Dare to ask the senior..."

Ji Yuan staggered forward with his sleeves being pulled, and took advantage of the situation to hold old man Shen's arm with his backhand.

The moment his voice came out, he called out the map of the emperor's way of heaven, and he did not sense the expected dragon vein energy.

At the same time, the human skin paper that had been silent for a long time was also used to ask questions.

But that piece of gold and silk, the spirit of the century-old economic weapon, just curled up into a ball, and not a single word could emerge.

"Young students, you don't know any rules, the long river of time is the source of the great way without sun and moon, without precedent and future.

The ten types of sentient beings set foot here, their heels are invisible, and their predecessors are invisible. Unless you are the saints of Xuande, how can you tell the clues. "

Old man Shen shook his head again and again, as if quite disgusted and said:

"We are alone now. If we have any ill intentions towards you, ten lives are not enough to make you suffer."

Ji Yuan was not angry when he heard the words, he spoke the truth, although he had fought against a great master like Tian Yunzi, he had also faced Nalan Jie and met Nie Tunwu.

But if you really want to meet the top of the world who is full of murderous intentions, you will still end up close to death.

"Senior is also interested in going upstream and taking a trip on this long river of time?"

After Ji Yuan walked with the tall old man, he suddenly felt much more relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

But in the next moment, he heard old man Shen rambling, every sentence made his scalp tingle.

"We have gone back 700 years. That is Emperor Sheng. This man is good at martial arts and martial arts, but he is not good at running the family. Killing his father and brother will plant the root of the fratricide in the future!"

"In the future, Emperor Qing has the merits of great unification, but it is a pity that he was superstitious in alchemists in his later years, and was confused by the four gods, and finally died of the evil prophecy of 'the ancestor dragon dies and the land is divided'!"

"The long river of time is very windy. After the eighth catastrophe, our father and I felt a little out of breath. Our bodies are still strong. Did you see that big star is Taiyin Star Lord, who was reincarnated as a water god. It is difficult to avoid catastrophe. In Yunmeng Daze..."

"Ji Du Xing Jun and Luo Hu Xing Jun are not spared either..."

"We've heard that the reincarnation of the nine calamities is also based on seniority. The three Qings and the four emperors are respected, corresponding to the ancient times, and the five elders of the five directions fall in the second and third calamities. After that..."

Ji Yuan's ears were like thunder rolling, echoing what old man Shen said.

Before and after each retrograde kalpa, this tall old man with gray hair like messy grass can talk about it, as if all the gods and gods in the sky are friends with him, and they used to call him brothers.

"Senior, where did you come from?"

Ji Yuan couldn't help asking this sentence.

"The young man is always inquisitive, he loves to inquire."

Old man Shen patted Ji Yuan on the shoulder, and said with an inscrutable expression:

"We have listened to the preaching of the saints, drank wine with the god of justice, walked with the Taoists who traveled to the west, and saw the reincarnation in the Western Buddhist kingdoms, and the Taoism of the Middle Earth blossomed everywhere... You may wish to guess more."

Ji Yuan's eyes danced, as if he was frozen in place, such a loud tone, I am afraid that he was a great power before the ancient calamity.

"Haha, young man, young man, you are just entering the fifth heaven, and your horizons are still narrow. Seeing us is like looking up at the moon like a frog at the bottom of a well.

When you step through the sixth heaven one day, you will know how much an opportunity you have missed by being our godson.

For some beings, the ancient and modern worlds, the nine kalpas are connected, nothing more than walking from their own house to the front yard of the yard.

Come, come, let's go forward again, to admire the true saint who makes all the heavens and the world bow his head, occupying the source of the Dao and becoming a respected person! "

The tall old man smiled boldly, and strode the staggering Ji Yuan across the river.

Every step you take is like leaving a deep footprint under the long river of time.

In a trance for thousands of years, seven or eight kalpas.

Flick your fingers.

(End of this chapter)