Tai Li was shocked and said: "Didn't that old guy Ku Rong have news about the Thousand Yuan Club? Why did he suddenly show up at this moment?"

The ancestor of Yin and Yang said enigmatically: "Don't ask any more questions. Fellow Taoist, just wait with peace of mind, and let me push this catastrophe deeper!"

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In the Eastern Wilderness, the sky is full of green flowers and purple fire. The fire is the immortal fire, and the wood is the tree that reaches the sky.

The charming face of the Black Phoenix Holy King is covered with frost. She wants to burn this tree that has brought her countless humiliations!

Even if she has to bear the evil of heaven and earth, she will not hesitate.

This decision is not a hot-headed decision, it is also the best plan from the standpoint of the Black Phoenix Holy King.

She and Qing Ling are already at odds with each other. If things go on longer, the building will grow taller and taller, and the karma of destroying the building will also become greater and greater.

It is ruined at this moment. Although the consequences are very painful and serious, and the bones and muscles are broken, it is not life-threatening.

But if she delays further, the terrifying karma of heaven and earth might really drag her into an eternal calamity.

Qingling Yuanshen trembled slightly, which was the reaction from the snake ancestor's mark, and this fluctuation came from the dragon clan.

The purple fire that fills the sky is immortal and burns all things. All living things have endless life. This fire never ceases, so they do not die.

He really couldn't put out this immortal fire.

But that doesn't mean he has no means to suppress it.

Qing Ling still didn't open her eyes. It was precisely because she had closed her eyes for thousands of years that there was nothing in her eyes, so her heart moved and she sensed a trace of the dragon's fortune.

He has means, but he can't use them.

He can only delay, he needs more energy to face the unknown.

Seeing that Du Guangwai's evil shield and Qinghua's energy were about to be burned away, Qing Ling turned over and grabbed it.

The spring breaths from all directions have returned, and endless green flowers have gathered from all over the ancient and wild land.

In the palm of my hand, the power of the Spring God was greatly shaken, and the Spring God envoys brought great vitality to block the fierce fire that filled the sky.

The Holy King of Black Phoenix raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Even if you delay further, how long can you hold on?

If you stick to it alone, I really may not have the patience to wear it out.

But you still protect the huge Eastern Wasteland, which is not something that the power of heaven and earth can do."

Qing Ling smiled, and her words resounded throughout the Eastern Wasteland.

"Since I am the Lord of the Eastern Wilderness, I should protect all living beings in the Eastern Wilderness!

I am born, and all living beings are born,

When I am destroyed, all living beings will be born."

Powerful words are echoed by heaven and earth. Once spoken, there is nothing to regret.

Countless creatures in the Eastern Wasteland felt grateful after hearing these words.

The great power is so high above that it regards all living beings as ants and uses them as pawns.

But on top of the building, there are gods vowing to protect all living beings.

Gods protect all living beings with their bodies, and all living beings worship gods with their hearts!

"I'll pay my respects to the Taoist Master of Donghuang!"

"Greetings to the Taoist Master of Donghuang!"

"Greetings to the Taoist Master of Donghuang!"

At this moment, the four major clans and nearly a hundred small clans, regardless of race, all expressed gratitude and worshiped Jianmu.

The mighty luck covered the purple fire on the ground, covered up the tribulation energy in the sky, and gathered on the top of the building.

The tens of billions of miles of land in the Eastern Wilderness are not big compared to the ancient wilderness, but they are not small either. There are more than billions of living creatures.

There are ordinary-level ignorant birds and beasts, there are mysterious-level psychic beasts, there are second-level cultivators of heaven and earth, there are Taoist golden immortals, there are ancient Taiyi great cultivators, and there are Daluo who have achieved immortality.

Countless fortunes of different sizes gathered together, and the python of fortune above Qing Ling's head instantly turned into a sky-swallowing python, like a giant dragon, no longer inferior to the ancestor of the dragon clan.

You must know that even if Qing Ling is the mighty power of heaven and earth, in the final analysis, he is still a vassal of the Dragon Clan. Within the territory of the Dragon Clan, or even within the three clans, non-direct ethnic groups that control tens of billions of miles of land will never be allowed to exist.

If it were normal, even if Qinglong protected him, other ancestors would come to question him.

But now the catastrophe is the only loophole!

What Qing Ling accepts is not the fate of all living beings after the catastrophe, nor the fate of later generations divided by Taoism, Buddhism, and lich, but the purest fate of the ancient times, without any impurities.

The Black Phoenix Saint King's complexion changed, and the anger in his eyes became even stronger.

She destroyed the buildings, but Qing Ling borrowed her power and had a legitimate excuse to rule the East Wasteland.

Once upon a time, Qing Ling ruled the Eastern Wilderness and received orders from the Dragon Clan. Now, it is him.

If she had not destroyed the buildings, there would have been no endless immortal fire burning down the East Wasteland, and the creatures in the East Wasteland would not have been killed or injured. Then Qing Ling would not have had the opportunity to swear an oath to move the hearts of all living beings, and he would not have the name of the Taoist Lord of the East Wasteland!

Dao Master Qingxuan and Dao Master Donghuang have only changed their names, but they are very different.

Just when the Black Phoenix Holy King was furious and about to run away, a voice as gentle as jade came.

"Xiaojiu, you are still too young."

The void instinctively trembled, and the space spontaneously gave way, and a soft and gentle woman in palace clothes walked out.

Upon hearing this, the Holy King Black Phoenix quickly turned around, bowed and said, "Nine Songs have betrayed the entrustment of their ancestors and are willing to be punished."

Qing Ling's soul trembled. Although he didn't open his eyes, he still sensed the terror of the person coming.

This is the first supreme power he has seen!

The top of the Feng clan, the ancestor of Qingluan!

Her aura was more terrifying than before, and he could no longer see through her realm.

In the Ten Jue Formation, the ten great Luo all looked heavy. The power of the Ten Jue Formation could only trap one powerful person of heaven and earth. The reason why Chongming was seriously injured and lost was because of Qing Ling's action.

The people who came here were the three ancestors of the Feng Clan, and they couldn't resist the existence that shook the world.

Qingluan Ancestor smiled and said indifferently: "You have to be punished, but now you have to punish the person who made you punished, so that you can feel better."

As he spoke, the slender jade finger pointed out, and the wind filled the sky like the sea. The wind increased the intensity of the fire, and the fire took advantage of the power of the wind, and the immortal fire instantly surged a hundred times.

Moreover, the wind that fills the sky transforms into thousands of sword energies, and the sword light reaches the sky and the earth, making people unable to seem to have any desire to resist.

Qing Ling opened his eyes for a moment, and the sky and the earth lost light.

One glance lasts ten thousand years, and one glance lasts ten thousand years just for this one glance.

The great road of life and death coexists, and Luo Shenghua is planted.

The sky seems to be still, the earth has solidified, the sun and moon are stagnant, and the years are silent.

Ten thousand years was just a moment when he opened his eyes.

At the moment when time was frozen, the four seasons on Qing Ling's head rotated, and the sapphire umbrella turned and opened.

The four seasons protect the building trees, and the green lotus protects the eastern wilderness.

"Bang~"

It was like the sound of a broken mirror, and the frozen time was broken.

Qingluan Ancestor smiled and said: "It's not simple. What a powerful person in the world, you really need to kill Jianmu as soon as possible!"

The sound of wind between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, and then the wind became violent.

The palm of the ancestor of Qingluan was only a small inch, but he could hold all the winds in the East China Sea.

The wind in the East China Sea belongs to the dragon clan.

Even, the four winds of spring, summer, autumn and winter are all controlled. Because her avenue of wind has a crushing height in the realm.

Ninety percent of the wind power of heaven and earth was gathered together, and turned into a wind blade in Qingluan's hand. The blade was wind, the body was Tao, and the law was force. One blade passed through ten directions and was destroyed!

Qingling Yuanshen was extremely calm, and the Luosheng flower seeds grew rapidly in Qingluan's heart, but before they could bloom, they were chopped into pieces by her Avenue of Wind.

Her heart has become the heart of Feng Dao. Qing Ling's life and death can invade the flesh and blood of all living beings, but it cannot invade the Dao.
Chapter completed!