The mother-in-law returned to Xishan. On the top of the building, she became Qingling and sat alone again.

From then on, Duguang not only had the powerful Qingxuan Dao Master, but also the ancestor of the Snake Clan.

Qingling Yuanshen regulates the vitality of the building wood and introduces the Taoist body. Greenery travels through the meridians and Dantian, soothing the whole body, and the scars hidden in the flesh and blood are gradually repaired.

To hide the injuries in the Daluo strong men's bodies, he didn't just pretend, he even had to control every scar in his body. Every time the Four Sequence Time Diagram was shattered, it shocked his internal organs.

However, the Qingling Yuanshen controlled the displacement of flesh and blood in the body and hid it with a fleshy body. He hid every scar under every scale of his body. The snake scales were tightly closed, and the body of the spirit could shield it.

The light flashed, and the snake's tail swayed three thousand feet, hanging down from the top of the building. The body's eyes were closed, and the snake's tail moved with the wind, like a mysterious dragon's tail in the clouds.

In the cloudy sky, wooden pillars are built, snakes' tails are wrapped around them, and the wind, clouds, rain and snow are falling.

In the ice and snow of the second heaven, the trees stopped growing.

Qingling has been sitting in Xuanzhong for a hundred thousand years.

All scars on Taoist body are healed.

For the first time, he felt the difference in the realm of great power. It is difficult to get hurt by great power, but once injured, it is difficult to cultivate.

Repairing scars can last for thousands of years, or even longer.

He just recovered from his injury once, and he was already acquainted with Yuanhui again.

This is the fifty-first Yuanhui, and it is also a Yuanhui that has not made any progress in cultivation.

It's just that the body is like jasper, and the body is clean and pure.

The three-thousand-foot-long snake's tail was retracted, and the divine body turned into a human being. The green spirit smoothed away the scattered black hair, and the sky rope flew up on its own initiative. The black hair was interspersed in the hair, and the straight hair was tied up.

He stretched out his hand again to straighten his robes and clothes.

The prince is like jade, the immortal is elegant, the god is noble, all three are combined into one.

Qing Ling seemed to feel something, and looked up to the west.

A high-pitched dragon roar shook the sky and seemed to spread far away. When it reached the Eastern Wasteland, the sound became fainter.

But the brilliance of Kanshui Avenue in the west cannot be concealed by distance.

Blue water blooms circled the sky, and the true dragon soul was confused in the light. It rained heavily in the entire west, which was rare.

The sound of raindrops fell on the hearts of countless people.

Or perhaps, these drops of rain are part of the great tide of the times, pushing all living beings in the world to move towards unknown places.

"Boom~"

The sky was dark, as if the sky was falling.

A ray of light slowly sinks, a dragon soul dissipates between heaven and earth, sinks into the long river of time, and the true soul breaks into pieces and returns to the long river of destiny.

"The dragon fell!"

Countless creatures were shaken and frightened, fell to the ground from the dragon, and died of exhaustion!

A real dragon of Daluo Jinxian has fallen!

Moreover, the true spirit is broken and the physical body perishes.

Da Luo's Taoist Realm fell into the prehistoric world, and Da Luo's body formed its own Tao realm. When Da Luo fell, the world fell into the prehistoric world and became a small world.

In the distance, Old Taoist Yujing murmured: "There is another small world, and the way of heaven can be pushed forward one step further!"

The small world merged into the prehistoric world, and the law of heaven was unable to advance in the prehistoric world, where ancestors were competing for supremacy, so it invaded the small world after the death of Daluo in a roundabout way. The small world merged into the prehistoric world, and the will of heaven in it also merged into the prehistoric world.

Although it is very small, only one in one hundred and eight thousand. But the way of heaven is very patient, and it consumes a lot of energy with those ancestors.

Every time a powerful person dies, Heaven will control one hundred thousandth more of the heaven and earth. If a powerful person dies, it will control one ten thousandth more heaven and earth. If an extremely powerful person really dies, such as Tai

With a being like Ancestor Geng, the Dao of Heaven can control one thousandth of the world!

Therefore, the way of heaven wants people to die very much, and the best thing to die is a powerful person. Even when the powerful person is not dead, the way of heaven will spontaneously promote the disaster, disaster, death and misfortune of the powerful person.

The Power of Death is definitely a hugely profitable deal for Heaven. Not only does it control an extra share of the power of heaven and earth, but it also removes one creature that can ignore Heaven and Earth. It also returns the aura of heaven and earth and nourishes more weak creatures to be controlled by him.

Hongjun has no intention of intervening in these matters, and the way of heaven has already taken place spontaneously. Hongjun’s will is Hongjun’s will, and the will of heaven is the will of heaven. The two will never be completely consistent at any time!

The sky was suppressed by endless black clouds, and it became shorter by an unknown number of feet.

Big waves come out of the East China Sea, and thousands of miles of wind and clouds follow. One dragon falls to the west, and a hundred dragons come from the east!

"Boom~"

"Pa~"

In the black clouds, hundreds of true dragons walked through, the vast wilderness trembled, and even the powerful ones shrank back into their caves.

"Ho~"

The roar of the dragon shattered the sky, and the whole world seemed to collapse.

A huge black dragon stands proudly on the ninth level of the sky, with hundreds of dragons following behind it, its power crushing thousands.

The billion-foot-long black dragon shouted angrily: "Who will destroy my people?"

Every dragon clan leader is a heritage that cannot be lost to the dragon clan. It is also related to the dignity of the clan. The anger is burning among the hundreds of dragons, and it is getting stronger and stronger.

On the top of the Western Qilin Cliff, the two kings of black and white Qilin walked out. The black Qilin said in a deep voice: "This dragon dares to destroy the foundation of our clan's earth line. It has been killed by this king at the bottom of the Qilin Cliff!"

The black dragon opened his eyes angrily and roared: "King Qilin, don't say that our great clan would not do such a thing. Even if you do, it will not be your turn to take your life!"

Black Qilin said: "Presumptuous! Even if the ancestral dragon comes in person, he would not dare to roar like this. Black Dragon, you have gone too far!"

"Ha! Qilin King, you think too highly of yourself. If it were the Ancestral Dragon who came today, your Qilin Cliff would no longer exist!" Black Dragon's tone was cold until he looked at a black man, a white man and a man standing on the top of Qilin Cliff.

Female, the twin kings of the Qilin tribe!

On the top of the cliff, a streak of nine colors rose up. The ancestor of the Nine-Colored Deer Clan and the only extremely powerful person besides the two kings of the Qilin Clan, Old Man Jiu Mian spoke out to persuade: "Everyone, what happened today, I'm afraid someone

Calculation. Please don’t disturb Ang.

The matter between the two tribes is serious and we cannot start a war lightly."

"Shut up!" the Black Dragon Ancestor said sternly: "So what about the plan? Today's events must not go unpunished. The blood of my family must be repaid!"

"What a loud tone. Who in the world dares to be so arrogant in front of this king?" Black Qilin sneered.

"Oh, the two unicorn kings, times have changed! But my dragon clan's reverse scale cannot be touched, and you will die if you touch it!" The ancestor of the black dragon looked up to the sky and roared: "Where are the hundred dragons?"

"I'm here!"

"Follow me and seek the blood of the same clan!"

"war!"

Hundreds of dragons fly into the sky, the black dragon occupies the 30th level of the sky, the pinnacle of supreme power, the white dragon under him has eighteen great powers of heaven and earth standing on the 10th level of the sky, dozens of divine dragons occupy the 10th level of the world, and a hundred dragons lock the divine cliff.

Among the two unicorn kings, the woman in white chuckled lightly and said: "Black Dragon, you are not strong enough!"

The white unicorn has always been as calm as fresh water, which is completely opposite to the black unicorn's fiery temper. It is beautiful and quiet, and a tranquility flows around the body like water.

The white light is misty, and as far as the white water ends, a field of pure white light breaks through the darkness.

The leisurely woman seems to have a delicate body, but she is at the thirty-level heaven level just like the Black Dragon Ancestor.

The black unicorn is also at the 32nd level of heaven, the pinnacle of supreme power. The combination of black and white, the two kings holding the sky, this pair of Taoists with the highest cultivation level in the ancient world, can defeat the Daluo Jinxian at the 32nd level in a combined battle, and it is almost chaotic.

Yuan!

The heaven and earth shook, the black and white divine light on the Qilin Cliff swallowed up the sun and the moon, hundreds of dragons occupied the 30th level of the sky, and set up a chaotic formation, with the Black Dragon Ancestor as the extreme, blessing all the heavens, joining the same clan and shedding dragon blood, and they can fight together

The world.

The dragon roared in the wilderness, billions of thunder thundered, the thunder sea covered the billions of mountains on Qilin Cliff, and the dragon's roar covered up all sounds.

But on the top of Qilin Cliff, a man in black is holding a beautiful woman in his hand. Black and white match each other, and his kingly demeanor is unparalleled in the world.

Water rises and earth sinks, black and white intertwine, forming a chaotic chicken that cannot be broken or established, and nothing can break it.

The Hundred Dragons, the eighteen mighty men of heaven and earth, and the eighty-eight mighty men of the dragon clan, could not defeat the Black and White King on Qilin Cliff.

Not only because of the strength of the two kings, but also because this is Qilin Cliff.

Bai Qilin still had a smile on his face, as if he didn't care about the dragon clan invading the holy land.

She and he are the kings of billions of mountains and rivers in this ancient world, the kings who control half of the earth. Who are they afraid of?

But the Dragon Clan's Great Luo Shang has never been seen in more than a hundred Yuanhui. This is the most fundamental bottom line of the Dragon Clan. Once it is violated, it will not stop until death.

Black Qilin sneered and said: "Heilong, if you want to ask for advice, let Zulong come in person."

The black and white light curtain covered tens of billions of earth. Even if billions of thunder roared, it would be difficult to hurt the Qilin Shenya.

When it comes to defense, Qilin and Xuanwu stand side by side throughout history.

But if the two kings work together, step on the earth, stand on the Kirin God Cliff, and control the power of mountains and rivers, even Xuanwu will be inferior.
Chapter completed!