The grand sun fire is noisy, trying to cook the oil, but it just adds more dry sun to the summer solstice.

The divine bird Chongming was suppressed under the heavy mountains and rivers of the midsummer map. In addition to Qingling, the whole world only had green mountains and green waters, wilderness plains, valleys and plateaus, and all the trees and grass turned green.

The Qingling Yuanshen covers every inch of flowers, grass, mountains, rivers, creatures, and sounds of the world.

The divisions of his spiritual thoughts are extremely fine and tiny, just like molecules and atoms that are simply invisible to the naked eye.

Thousands of threads of spiritual thoughts penetrate deep into every flower and grass. This world is created by the combination of his will and God's authority. The picture of prosperity in the spring sequence is transformed into the picture of the midsummer time.

And after countless strands of Qing Ling's spiritual thoughts were divided into thousands of times smaller, they finally sensed a hint of decline in the flourishing bodies of the flowers and grasses!

Although the vegetation is prosperous, it relies on the vigorous flames of the Chongming Divine Bird to draw strength and grow stronger, but in the end, it is exhausted in the midst of prosperity and produces a trace of decline.

This trace of decline is extremely small, but it is already there.

Qing Ling walks leisurely among the mountains and rivers here, or steps into the dense and tall forests, or crosses the seasonal lakes spanning thousands of miles, and walks through the scorching summer heat, bit by bit.

There is no path to be found between one step and one line, which is the expression of Qing Ling doing whatever he wants in the world.

Summer is long and fierce. It is different from the nourishing and gentleness of spring, but it also shows the vitality of life. It turns out that flowers can bloom so brightly and grass can grow so vigorously!

At the summer solstice, all things grow and mature.

A hundred years pass by, and a summer seems like a hundred years passing by.

At this moment, Qing Ling's body began to change from the path of life to the path of death. Wisps of death energy entered the heaven and earth. The vitality contained in countless flowers and plants was resisting the death energy. Life and death were tit for tat, so there was no need to pay attention to it.

He walked from south to north, from the southernmost section to the northernmost section of the map in midsummer, a distance of one hundred and eight thousand miles.

When Qing Ling stood on the top of the northernmost mountain dressed in Tsing Yi, there was a trace of dry wind passing between the sky and the earth.

"Hoo~"

"Hoo~"

The mountain breeze was strong, ruffling his long hair and rolling up his robe. Qing Ling looked at the south of the mountain from the top of the mountain. He knew that autumn was coming.

A withered yellow leaf fell. An ancient leaf beside the mountaintop danced with the wind. The withered yellow leaf fell. Qingling stretched out her hand to take the withered yellow leaf. She smiled lightly and threw it away, turning into the wind and into the soil.

"Wow~"

"Wow~"

In the blink of an eye, the years passed, and the mountain breeze brought a hint of coolness. I don’t know when the sun gradually faded out. The sun hung in the sky and seemed to have shrunk by three points, so the hot atmosphere between heaven and earth had long since dissipated.

The north wind blows over the ground and then blows it away, and the leaves fall back to their roots and fluctuate for a lifetime.

The endless falling trees rustled down, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Along the river, Qingling is independent, and late autumn has arrived.

The world is gradually turning into autumn yellow.

In this world, a Daoguang inscription surrounds Daoguang, which is "Xia".

The Taoist pattern with the word "Xia" falls into the center of Qingling's eyebrows. This is his unique Taoist pattern. Although the world is created, nothing can be known.

The inscription with the word "Autumn" on the avenue is gradually taking shape, but it will take a long time.

Evolution is more than just waiting?

This is a picture of the flourishing of the realm of life and death in the spring sequence, as well as the power of the wooden road to build trees, the power of the Chongming Divine Bird Fire, and with his soul as the leader, commanding countless souls and the fundamental changes at the same time.

Show the change from summer to autumn.

Qing Ling's soul was very tired, but he couldn't listen. Once this opportunity was missed, he would have to live through the spring again, and the energy needed to do it all over again was not easily obtained.

Even if he is tired, Qing Ling will not stop his soul deduction. This is his only chance. If he seizes this opportunity, he will have a God-given opportunity.

Because there were only two seasons of spring and winter in the prehistoric times, and if he develops four seasons, then the world will change because of him.

By the river and lake, he slowly fell asleep. His soul was completely silent in the balance of life and death among thousands of things, the balance of wood and fire.

The water of the lake is so long that it lasts for hundreds of years as long as you sleep.

A hundred years later, the world is rustling in late autumn.

Qing Ling wakes up from her deep sleep. Eight hundred years of dreaming have suddenly passed.

The inscription on the avenue with the word "Autumn" fell.

As time goes by as the dead air becomes stronger, the slightest chill becomes stronger. The leaves of the sycamore trees fall in the autumn rain, and the evening wind and frost stain the forest. One autumn rain and another cold.

Finally, in the first thousand years, the superposition of death energy between heaven and earth was at its peak. The lunar moonlight was introduced into the tall buildings in the sky, and the silver glow spread out thousands of miles like snow. Frost and crystal flowers fell, and the sky and earth were covered with goose feathers and heavy snow. The mountains and rivers were dyed white, and thousands of trees were dormant.

Flowers and grass become dust, vitality becomes death.

From life to death, from death to life, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the focus is on the completeness of reincarnation, becoming a closed circle.

In the sequence of the fourth millennium of the millennium, spring flowers, autumn moon, summer trees, and winter snow all merge into the heart of Qingling.

At this moment, the dry and prosperous world of the four seasons of spring, summer and autumn really started to rotate.

The four seasons cycle, spring and autumn are endless, winter and summer are two extremes, passing and coming again.

When the Four Sequences are completed, a thin white thread of nothingness is born, and a ray of time is born in the cycle of four seasons.

Time is like water and silver, reflecting the starlight in the sky, and the clear brilliance is as flawless as the fluorescence of jade, sinking into the center of Qingling's eyebrows.

Time passes, time flows, time and time interact to form time, and time and space interact to form time and space.

Both time and space are variations on the avenue of time.

A picture of Qing Ling shows the four sequences, and the four sequences unfold the time.

Time entered his body, and Qing Ling's mind was bathed in the cool waterfall. In an instant, in addition to the Four Sequence Pictures, the taiyin of the nine heavens above flowed backwards into the Milky Way, and all the moonlight and condensed water in the sky flowed into Qing Ling's body.

Time is mysterious and time and space are unpredictable. The Qingling Taoist body is experiencing the baptism of time and the baptism of the passage of time. Its jade bones and jade skin, and the tip of the index finger have turned white, and it seems to have condensed into a white star and disappeared.

Old man Chongming looked at Qing Ling who had gained time with a shocked face, and exclaimed: "How can you master the avenue of time?"

"Fellow Taoist, you don't need to know this. This is because of Yang Huo, Taoist friend. If there is no Yang, there is no Yin. Yin and Yang complement each other and merge into one."

Qing Ling walks out of the Divine Map and enters the Four Sequences Map to place her soul for warmth and nourishment.

He raised his head and glanced at the towering Jianmu at the far end, and murmured: "Now that I have reached the perfection of the Tao and completed the Four Sequences, it's time for me to really try Da Luo!"
Chapter completed!