After cultivating in the earth for ninety thousand years, Qing Ling still has not left the earth.

He swallowed a flat peach every ten thousand years, then refined the Tao and breathed it for a thousand years, practiced his Qi for another thousand years, adjusted his breath to stabilize it for a thousand years, and then entered the tunnel and used the water of the Yellow Spring to cultivate the earth and plant flowers for a thousand years.

After that, he sat in meditation for three thousand years to understand the true path and pass through reincarnation.

Regardless of whether he has gained anything or not, he stops comprehending the tunnel, turns to meditate and mainly cultivates the wooden path for a thousand years, then uses the three-life stone to meditate on the three paths of life and death for a thousand years, and finally patrols the world for a thousand years.

Then, he swallowed a flat peach, refined Tao breath for another thousand years, and practiced Qi for another thousand years...

It goes round and round, endlessly.

Such years passed for a long time, until Qing Ling swallowed sixty-five flat peaches and lived fifty-six yuanhui.

He stayed in his realm for five Yuanhui.

Even though five Yuanhui have passed, the land boundary has remained unchanged. However, the bridge over the Forgotten River gradually took shape, and more flowers bloomed on the other side of the river under the bridge.

Qing Ling stood up and looked back at the boundary. The Three Life Stones radiated bright light, protecting the Yellow Spring of Forgotten River and the flowers on the other side of the river.

He's leaving.

He can't stay here forever.

Because Qing Ling is still the Lord of Du Guang and the ancestor of the Snake Clan.

Therefore, the tunnel and him can never be completely integrated. This is why the tunnel chose him.

Qing Ling walked out of the earth and left quietly without anyone noticing.

Once you leave the earth, you will reach Beiyou.

The world is cold and everything is withered.

He looked at the stars and the sun and found that he was in the ancient northern region.

The edge of the Northern Territory, near the northeast.

Even standing here, across the mountains and rivers, you can still see the shadow of the great shore in the south.

This was the first time Qing Ling saw Buzhou Xuying.

There was only one word in his mind, "big"!

It's so big that it's hard to resist, it's so shocking that people don't dare to make mistakes, and it's big enough that it makes people surrender.

Look across the eight wastelands and four fields, and look across the sky and the earth.

The sacred mountain is famous, and it is Mount Buzhou that gave rise to the word "Buzhou".

Qing Ling really wants to go and see it, and he will go too.

But I can't go now.

Because he is going north.

Since he is the master of the tunnel, he has to go through all four regions. Needless to say, the Eastern Region, as he grew up there, he is naturally familiar with it.

The Southern Region has passed through the Southern Wasteland, the Western Region has passed through West Kunlun, so he must also pass through the Northern Region.

The north wind passes by, and the wilderness becomes silent. It is too cold here, and it is difficult for living things to reproduce. There are no living creatures except cultivators.

Qing Ling walked on the Xuanjia Wasteland in the North, thousands of miles of wasteland, and the north wind passed by.

The sun rose in the east, and the long shadow of Qingling was reflected on the horizon. The north wind ruffled his three thousand hair, and the cold wind entered his heart again.

Qing Ling walked for decades without seeing anyone.

On this day, the cold wind blew, and although there was no snow on the dry and cold land, it was colder than the world of ice and snow.

In the dust, an old man moved forward at an extremely slow speed.

It takes one or three breaths to take a step, another three breaths to cross a step, and another three breaths to stabilize when he lands, so every step he takes takes nine breaths.

The old man ignored Qing Ling, and the two approached each other face to face.

The green spirit takes a breath with each step, and the golden bell rings with every step.

The two gradually approached, and after a long time, Qing Ling walked up to the old man, bowed her hands and said without bending, "Greetings, senior."

As the Lord of the Earth, he should not be worshiped lightly.

The old man didn't seem to hear, and kept walking forward.

Qing Ling smiled and said: "Senior and junior, I just came here for a tour, and have no other intentions."

The old man still ignored him, and this step was still completed in nine breaths.

When the old man walked past Qing Ling's body, the whole earth trembled slightly, and this tremor rippled hundreds of millions of miles north.

Qing Ling's expression remained unchanged as she nodded and said, "Senior, I understand what I mean. Thank you, senior."

After saying that, the golden bell rose again and continued northward.

It wasn't until he walked more than ten steps that he heard an old voice coming from behind him.

"Slow~"

Qing Ling raised her eyebrows and turned around to look at the back of the old man who was still walking.

After three breaths, the old man said again: "Hold on~"

Qing Ling was stunned, and was about to ask, but the first word the old man said, didn't it mean "wait a minute"?

He watched with great patience as the old man turned around little by little, took ten breaths, and then spoke again, "You~"

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Qing Ling waited quietly for a few breaths before hearing the second word.

"Is that~the~earth~master of the earth~dao~?"

After saying this sentence, Qing Ling really wanted to laugh, but she still held it back.

"Junior, that's right!"

Seeing that he was slowly opening his mouth to speak again, Qing Ling couldn't help but said: "Senior, although I am the master of the tunnel, I will not have a dispute with senior, let alone harm the interests of senior. Senior, you can rest assured."

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Ten breaths later, Qing Ling heard the other party's voice again.

"Good! I don't understand the cause and effect of the flood. It's so good like this!"

After saying this, Qing Ling waited for a quarter of an hour.

"Senior, just feel at ease."

After hearing this, the old man stood there for more than ten breaths before his body disappeared bit by bit and returned to the earth.

Qing Ling couldn't help shaking her head and laughing. The black turtle's huge body actually caused such a slow speech speed. It was even worse than a turtle and even worse than a sloth.

As the Lord of the Tunnel, he naturally knows that the continent under his feet is transformed by the Black Turtle. The Black Turtle has been sleeping almost all the time. Although he cannot transform, his spiritual cultivation and strength can be compared with the ten supreme beings in ancient times. He is immortal under Hunyuan.

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To kill the Black Turtle, one must have the power to destroy a quarter of the ancient world.

The entire Northern Territory is the body of the Black Tortoise, and the only thing in the Northern Territory is the Black Tortoise. All creatures in the Northern Territory, and even the world of the Northern Territory, are parasitic on it.

As for the Xuanwu Supreme, he lives in the Arctic Abyss all year round. The end of the prehistoric north is not on the Black Turtle Continent.

Qing Ling did not go deep to the north, but walked diagonally to the northeast. After walking for thousands of years, his traces were imprinted on the earth.

The Great Luo Dao Zang Realm in the body is finally close to simulating the pseudo-prehistoric land.

The further you go northeast in the north, the colder it becomes, until the cold passage reaches a limit, and the temperature of the sky and the earth no longer changes, and will remain at this temperature forever.

Then, the white color enters the eyes.

The sky and the earth are as white as paper, the earth is pure white, the sky is pure white, the mountains are white, the water is white, the trees are white, and Qingling becomes the only green spot on the white paper.

The green clothes were covered with snow, leaving traces every step of the way. A long footprint was left behind him, and it gradually blurred from near to far, and was buried by the wind and snow.

The north wind roars from the sky and the earth, and the ice and snow are cold. Wind channels, ice and snow channels, and water channels merge here to form a world of ice and snow.

Qing Ling has broken into the eighth level of Daluo Jinxian's soul, and has understood the ice, wind, rain and snow of thousands of years.

Today, Qing Ling's cultivation is still the main path of wood.

After that, the three paths of life and death are the second ladder, followed by the path of time, the path of glory, the path of Taiji, the path of wind, and the path of blood.

Finally, the three paths of reincarnation, gold, water, and fire are the weakest.

Although each of the thirteen avenues has different strengths and weaknesses, he at least understands each one far beyond the realm of Taiyi.

The thirteen paths form a cycle, with the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth forming the Five Elements Avenue at the bottom. The two paths of earth and wind are divided into the four-element path of earth, wind, water and fire, the path of time, the path of life and death, the path of life and death, the path of reincarnation forming the three talents, and the path of Taiji.

Lifetime Two.

And the "one" that is born twice is the root of Qing Ling's wooden way.

Among these thirteen paths, the twelve paths govern the outside, and the wooden path governs the interior. The twelve paths govern defense and offense, and the wooden path serves as the energy source.

Qing Ling's wooden way is not afraid of any restraint in the world, because all the ways in the world are related to the twelve heretical ways he practices.

This is the reason why Qing Ling does not hesitate to distract his energy and practice hard in various ways.
Chapter completed!