Taoist Qingxuan followed his words, and the two auras of the underworld merged into their bodies, and the two people's yin and yang intertwined to create immortality.

Although Black and White and Wu Chang are just a pair of little golden immortals at the moment, they will not stop being golden immortals in the future.

Qing Ling won't make any moves openly, but Taoist Qingxuan will take this into account.

Even if he hands over his position as the owner of the tunnel in the future, he will not be disconnected from the tunnel from now on.

Across the ancient and wild land, due to changes in the fortunes of heaven and earth, many people with great supernatural powers who were famous for generations to come have quietly appeared, but they all hid themselves and did not dare to come out lightly.

Because the aura of calamity that fills the sky has nothing to do with them. If they go out for a walk, it would be unjust to be dragged into a great calamity because of the aura of calamity.

On the western land, there is a secret realm hidden in a snow-capped mountain near the north. A young man stood up from the coffin, his face slightly stiff. After being stunned for a long time, he said: "It turns out that I had already prepared things for death when I was born."

He looked at a lamp standing in front of the ancient coffin, with a gray flame burning continuously on the wick. There was also an unmarked stone tablet erected next to the lamp.

The young man raised his head and looked around again, and said to himself: "I can be regarded as an innate god, but I came out of the tomb of the living dead, but I ended up in the same place.

I hope you don’t end your practice and have a big dream, all of which will come to nothing.”

After the words fell, the young man stood up, walked out of the ancient coffin, stretched out his hand, and the spiritual lantern turned into a coffin palace lantern. The stone tablet was pulled out and turned into a ruler, which was named Qiankun.

The young man looked at the lamp and said, "I have been protected by you since I was conceived. I have been burning for tens of thousands of years before I was able to take form. From then on, my name is Ran Deng."

In the southern wasteland, there is a large swamp, with clouds and mist lingering in the swamp. A mythical beast steps out of the clouds and turns into a divine man in white. Looking at the white mist like a dream, he said: "The swamp is full of fog, which seems to be a disturbance but not a disturbance.

My name is Bai Ze."

Beneath the northeastern part of Buzhou Mountain, in the Ancestral Witch Palace, the Heart Blood Pool gave birth to seven powerful Ancestral Witches.

Di Jiang laughed boldly and said: "Brothers and sisters, my brother has finally waited for you. Since then, we have eleven witch ancestors, and we are only waiting for the last one to be the younger brother or the younger sister."

The six witches all smiled and said, "I have met my eldest brother."

The hot-tempered Zhu Rong and Gonggong on the side competed for the second brother in front of everyone.

Gou Mang smiled and said: "They are at odds with each other, so I won't get involved. I will be your fourth brother."

Among the seven newly born ancestral witches, a gentle woman smiled and said: "Hou Tu has met four elder brothers."

Zhu Rong and Gonggong were embarrassed to argue anymore after being called such by Hou Tu, so they hurriedly said: "Fifth sister, you're welcome."

A strong man in black said in a rough voice: "Brothers and sisters, I am a sh*t corpse, and I am full of deathly energy. I hope that my brothers and sisters will not dislike me."

A middle-aged tattooed man next to him patted his shoulder generously and said with a smile: "Whoever dares to dislike you, I, Tianwu, will be the first to tear him to pieces."

Two young men with identical looks behind them said in unison: "We are a family, just like Xizi and Qiangliang, no one is separated from the other!"

A playful girl said with a smile: "Brother Qi, Xuan Ming likes people like you who are down-to-earth."

The last young man with golden eyes weakly raised his hand and said: "Liao Shuo too!"

There was constant laughter and excitement in the Ancestral Witch Hall.

The sun is setting in the west, burning clouds are flying in the sky, and the sunset is red.

Just as the wind blew and the clouds dispersed, a young man in red stood in the center of the red clouds in the sky. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the world around him with curiosity.

In the mountains below him, a young man holding a pen under a tree raised his head and was stunned for a moment, then opened the book list again and picked up the pen to write.

But suddenly there was a voice in his ear, "What are you doing?"

The young man coughed unnaturally, turned over his hand and put away the book. He turned to look at the curious young man in red and said, "Nothing, who are you? Why did you break into my cave?"

The young man in red said with a smile: "My name is Hongyun. I am born with cloud energy. I just saw that you were the only one around here, so I came over to take a look. What about you? What is your name?"

The young man frowned and said, "How can you pass through my protective formation?"

The young man in red smiled and said: "I was born as a cloud, so I can't go anywhere? You haven't answered me yet, what's your name?"

The young man was surprised for a moment, then reacted and casually replied: "Zhen Yuanzi."

"Zhen Yuanzi? What a name, but it sounds mysterious." Hongyun kept saying, "Are you alone? Don't you find it boring to stay in this courtyard every day?"

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

"Hey! What is that thing on your tree? Why does it look so beautiful? Is it a fruit? Or an innate spiritual root! Can you give me a taste?" Hongyun looked at the fruit on the tree with a greedy face.

"No." Zhen Yuanzi said coldly.

"Why not? You have thirty of them. How about giving one to me to try? How about I take you to see the wind and clouds in the world and the most beautiful scenery in the world?"

"Not interested." Zhen Yuanzi turned around and said, "Your Excellency, you'd better leave."

"Ah? Why should I leave? Can't I stay here?" Hongyun asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"No, because this is my cave."

"Then why is it your cave? It's also my cave..."

On Mount Sumeru in the west, next to the Eight Treasure Pond, the Bodhi Tree spoke to White Lotus for the thousandth and first time: "I want to transform."

The white lotus petals moved slightly and replied: "No, wait a little longer."

When the Bodhi tree heard this, the leaves all over the tree drooped feebly.

In every hidden place between heaven and earth, innate gods are born.

They are the last two batches of innate gods in this world.

Another group will be born after this catastrophe, and no more innate creatures will be born after them.

Qing Ling ignored it and had no way of sensing it. He just focused on his own practice.

There is no sky, no earth, no self, there is only the process of spiritual energy turning into clouds, and there is only the way of exploring the wood in the great road.

Thousands of years are short and insignificant compared to the ancient world, but there are countless living beings from birth to death, and countless living beings are drawn by cause and effect.

The ferocious massacre of the devil in the west, the conquests of the three tribes on the mainland, the fighting and fighting between the various tribes, each powerful person began to make plans, and each of those who made the plan became a pawn in the larger game.

This is the most prosperous era of the ancient world, with great powers emerging in large numbers, ancestors everywhere, chaotic gods and demons fighting each other, visitors from outside the world still exist, innate gods everywhere, and thousands of people with great supernatural powers.

The senior clansmen who have already sensed this have begun to lay down their plans for the continuation of the clan.

And the same is true for Xishan.

Granny Hua Geng asked Qing Ling to plot against Ke once.

Qingling suppressed Ke intact among the Luosheng flowers and planted them under the building tree.

If something unexpected happens in the future, then Ke will be the continuation of the Xishan Snake Clan.

Qing Ling banned Ke. She will not appear in the wilderness for a long time in the future, and naturally she will not be robbed.

Even if Qing Ling is gone, Ke, the quasi-big Luo, is still there.

Granny Hua Geng has already made plans for any bad outcome, including both expected and unexpected ones.
Chapter completed!