Hong Huang: Sign In From The Willow

Chapter 93

Qinglian Daoist ignored the little episode of the introduction.

The chaotic pearls float and sink, and the faint light blooms, like the black lotus of extinction, covering a heavenly secret.

The long river of time and space emerges under his single step, and one step is beyond the mountains and rivers of hundreds of millions of miles.

The changes in the green willow leaves in his hands became more and more intense.

In a short while, Qinglian Daoist kept tearing apart the void, jumping at the nodes of the space, and finally came to a mountain range.

On the mountain peak, a dry willow hangs down its branches, and little spatial ripples emerge, and a Daoist with white eyebrows and white beards appears there.

Yang Mei’s big sleeves slid, the mist flashed by, a pair of tea sets fell on the ground, and the fragrance of tea curled out, very misty.

“The fellow daoist is really cautious, and he doesn’t want to meet with his deity.”

Qinglian Daoist shook her head and said:

“The senior is misunderstood. This time, the Westbound deity feels that there are uncertainties.

So let the poor Dao do it for them. ”

Yang Meixue raised her long and white eyebrows, and the hand-pinch method began to calculate. After a long time, she sighed slightly:

“That Demon Zu Luohu’s methods are really weird.

Unexpectedly, in the past years, Hongjun and Heavenly Dao never completely killed him!

But how did fellow daoist kill its roots? ”

Yang Mei looked at Qinglian Daoist in front of him with interest.

With his inexhaustible strength of Luo Jinxian.

All are just deducing the causes and results of that battle, but the process is hazy.

Qinglian Daoist said with a smile:

“A ray of remnant soul can’t be poor, but if a senior appears in such a stately place in the prehistoric world, isn’t he afraid of being killed by Heavenly Dao?”

Yang Mei laughed, like a kind elder.

“In the past, when Pangu created the prehistoric world, Pan Dao was injured by the axe of the Kaitian God.

Half of the body fell to the Primordial Continent, this is the remains of Luo Jinxian I was still in Hunyuan Wuji.

Even Heavenly Dao can’t be discovered, but Pan Dao is not the deity descending now. ”

Qinglian Daoist suddenly realized.

Pangu opened up the world, and three thousand demons came to block the way.

During that battle, Yang Mei’s origin was destroyed, and Cultivation Base also plummeted.

Even though countless Yuanhui has passed, his Cultivation Base still has not returned to its peak.

But Yang Mei at the pinnacle is a genuine Hunyuan Wuji Luo Jinxian, and it is normal that Heavenly Dao can’t detect it.

Soon the two began to taste tea.

Yang Mei had to become Taoist before Hongjun, even if it was just an incarnation of him, his understanding of Tao was far from the current Qinglian Daoist.

During Yang Mei’s preaching, the surrounding void began to slow down, the long river of time and space loomed, the heavens and the stars were hanging, the heavens fell auspicious, and the earth surged with golden lotus.

One side of the chaotic big world appears, and the spatial path evolves, and countless Minor Worlds are constructed in it.

Qinglian Daoist’s body is full of glow, and the power of spatial order gradually evolves, and he has begun to realize his state of enlightenment.

Honghuang does not count the years, and there is no time for cultivation.

Yang Mei Daoist slowly got up and brushed the dust off his shirt.

“Little friend, three hundred years have passed.

To prevent Heavenly Dao from detecting, I have to leave the prehistoric world. ”

Qinglian Daoist stood up and saluted him deeply.

“Thank you senior for preaching!”

In this discussion, his comprehension of the law of space is close to greatness, far surpassing the other quasi-saint powers of the predecessor.

Even if it is Sanqing, before he is sanctified, he does not have a deep understanding of Tao.

Yang Mei Daoist smiled and waved his hand.

“You and I are from the same source, so why not thank you.

Poor Dao can’t count your fate, the little friend will surely be the best in the future.

Today Quan should have a good relationship. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Mei said suddenly.

“Little friends should act cautiously in the future, this predicament may change drastically in the future!”

After all, his body turned into a little star, dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

Qinglian Daoist frowned.

Yang Mei Daoist is talking about the Lich’s calamity? Still referring to something else.

He didn’t think about it, a long river of space appeared under his feet, stepped out one step, and went straight to Yingzhou Immortal Island.

…

The deity Liu Ming, who is far away in Yingzhou Immortal Island, is also preparing to go to the Wu Clan.

Suddenly Liu Ming felt something and took a step.

In the direction of the East China Sea approaching the prehistoric continent, three incomparable auras collided with each other.

The quasi-sage-level attack caused the world to change color.

“Boom!”

Above the East China Sea, the waves are set off by tens of thousands of meters, the divine light is raging in the area of ​​tens of millions of miles, and the tsunami is surging to the sky.

Liu Ming turned into a streamer and came to the center of the battle, taking a closer look.

The two sides in the battle were the ancestors of Hongyun and Kunpeng Daoist.

Then he looked at the clouds, where several tyrannical auras lay dormant.

Those great powers have no intention to intervene for the time being.

Just waiting for Kunpeng and Hongyun ancestors to learn about Karma first.

Kunpeng’s real body covers the sky and the sun, stretching for tens of millions of miles, and the vast and divine power envelops the world.

The divine light crashed down, and the sound resounded through the sky, spreading hundreds of millions of miles away.

The ancestor Hongyun was caught off guard, half of his body exploded directly, and was bombarded into blood mist by this strike.

Calabash, the nine-nine soul scattered, jumped out slowly, releasing a sky full of red gauze to block Kunpeng’s next wave of attacks.

“Kunpeng, you and I have no grievances, why do you harm me?”

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Dao Zu Kunpeng, and he said coldly:

“Hongyun, you lost my holy throne back then.

If you don’t hand over this grand and purple energy today, don’t blame this seat for your life! ”

After all, he directly sacrificed to the Demon Master’s Palace, zooming in hundreds of millions of times before suppressing it.

The light curtain formed by the red yarn in the sky was suddenly broken.

Although both are the top powers in the prehistoric times, the ancestors of Hongyun are good at benevolent and not good at fighting.

It is in sharp contrast with the insidious Kunpeng.

However, a moment of hesitation in a fight between the quasi-sage strong will often result in a dead end.

Kunpeng seized an opportunity.

The two wings shook, soaring for tens of millions of miles, the huge claws bombarded down.

The ancestor Hongyun bit his teeth, offering ninety-nine soul red Calabash to resist.

Shit!

A violent roar resounded throughout the world, and the ancestor Kunpeng flew out.

Nine-Nine Soul Red Calabash is full of cracks, and his spirituality is greatly damaged.

At the moment when the ancestors of Hongyun felt distressed for Magic Treasures, a bell-ring dispute broke out in the sky.

Wherever the sound passes, ripples on the road raged out like a heavenly sword.

The majestic Magic power is like the rising of the sun, Donghuang Taiyi finally couldn’t help but make a move.

“One!”

The ancestor Hongyun suffered a heartbreak and coughed up blood, his heart was full of despair at this time.

Just being an ancestor of Kunpeng made him exhausted, not to mention that there is a Donghuang Taiyi now.

“Hongyun fellow daoist, hand over the grand and purple qi, for the sake of being a listener in the Purple Cloud Palace, this seat can consider spare your life.”

Ripples appeared in the void, and Di Jun, wearing a luxurious robe, walked out of it and smiled gently.

It’s just that there is no temperature in this smile.

The three quasi-sages of Heaven Court are in a pinch, and today’s red clouds have no way to survive!

Liu Ming concealed on the other side of the void, looking at the ancestor Hongyun, whose eyes flashed with determination and madness.

Looking at this posture, it was unexpectedly intending to explode himself and Kunpeng and the others.