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Chapter 285 Chaos Aoki

Beyond the thirty-third heaven, there is chaos.

Qing Ling stepped into the earth, wind, water and fire.

The wind howls through the boundless chaos, it is a passer-by in ten latitudes of space.

The power of the land spreads the chaotic past and future. It was once one of the creators of the Eleven Latitudes.

The watery abyss is long and contains the relics of Hongmeng's descent from chaos. It is the container from the first first latitude to the final eleventh latitude.

The flame is rising, it is the carrier that maintains the ten dimensions.

In the distant eleventh latitude, there is still the power of wood, which creates life!

But it was also the vitality it created, which changed from Hongmeng to chaos, from the eleventh latitude world to the tenth latitude, chaos!

Regardless of the origin of the way of heaven or the great road, for Qing Ling, it cannot be described in words. Only the explanation of the eleven latitudes can barely be used to describe the world and even the gods and demons of Pangu.

Qing Ling slowly walked into chaos, fell into the quagmire of chaos, and was also caught in the tide of chaos. When she was in the wind of chaos, she stood in the eternity of the fire of chaos.

The chaos that Qing Ling walked into was the same chaos that all the great supernatural powers walked into, but it was a chaos with different dimensions.

From the first moment he settled in Chaos, countless Qinglings entered Chaos, and there was one of him in many parallel worlds.

Qing Ling used the Five Elements Wood to walk into the chaos and bring the initial Five Elements small perfection to the chaos.

Other powerful powers cannot bring about this kind of small perfection, and naturally cannot induce chaotic changes.

When Qing Ling entered the chaos, she lost time, space, and all sense of measurement.

There is no year in the chaos, a moment is also eternity, and eternity may be just a moment.

Chaos is the broken legacy of the eleventh dimensional Hongmeng, and the Great Desolation of Heaven is the nine-dimensional world that evolved from the tenth latitude of chaos.

Therefore, it is said that there are nine extremes of saints in ancient times.

The nine saints are the most that the prehistoric latitude can bear. If there are more, the latitude will collapse, that is, the prehistoric world will be broken, and the earth, wind, water, and fire will happen again!

Qing Ling walked in the chaos and sat down. He sat in the center of the chaos casually.

Because there are no directions above or below, there is no past or present. Everywhere is the center of chaos, and every point is the edge of chaos.

Qing Ling sits like the center of the universe, surrounding the center of chaos. His figure gradually fades away, gradually fades away, until it disappears into nothingness.

The chaotic wind blows, the chaotic tide rises, the chaotic earth moves, the chaotic sea of ​​fire burns, the earth, wind, water, and fire combine with the living trees.

A little chaotic green wood is born, gathering the power of the four phenomena, using the fire as the sun, the tide as the water, the earth as the earth, the wind as the oxygen, and grows vigorously.

A sprout is born in chaos, and time does not count in chaos, so it cannot be measured by time.

It can only be judged by the earth, wind, water and fire that gather around it. The four elephants nurture the chaotic green wood, silently.

Qing Ling has disappeared into chaos and merged into chaos. He is one of chaos, and chaos is just chaos.

Qingling Yuanshen Qingming was born with the combined power of the four images.

He threw himself into the chaotic green wood, and the green tree gradually grew from a bud, sprouting leaves, extending branches, and strengthening roots, and grew into a big tree.

Chaos has no time, so Qingling Yuanshen uses his physical body's every breath as a scale.

With every breath, trees begin to grow.

With each breath, the trees grew hundreds of feet taller and taller.

His body is integrated with the tree, his mind is integrated with the tree, and every branch and leaf is his body.

Qingling Yuanshen is obsessed with the four images and transforms invisibly, unaware of the changes and transformations of the years.

With every breath he took, tens of thousands of years passed.

In the blink of an eye, Hongjun gave his second lecture, and three thousand Zixiao guests from the prehistoric era walked into Zixiao and listened to the great road again.

The Queen Mother of West Kunlun has not left, Chang'e of Taiyin has not left, Qimeng in the tunnel has not left, and the Ghost Ancestor has not left. Among the twelve ancestral witches, only Houtu has gone.

This sermon lasted for three thousand years, and it was to teach the Great Way of Hunyuan, the method of becoming a saint!

This lecture is so profound that few of the three thousand Taoists understand its true meaning.

After finishing his sermon, Taoist Patriarch looked at the three thousand Taoists in Zixiao Palace and said: "In the way of heaven, there should be saints who rule the world.

There are seven saints under me, and I bestow upon them the Hongmeng Purple Qi. This is the foundation of the Great Way, and can be a bridge connecting the Heavenly Way and the Great Way. Once the Great Way arrives, you will be a saint from now on!"

At this moment, all the great masters in Zixiao Palace were very excited, looking forward to the grand purple energy.

Hongjun said: "The Sanqing Dynasty is the great god of Pangu. It has immeasurable luck. A prehistoric saint should have his place!"

After saying that, three rays of purple energy flew into Sanqing's body.

Sanqing stood up and bent down to salute: "Teacher, you have mercy!"

When all the Taoists heard this, they were envious in their hearts, but they also recognized it. After all, this world was created by Pangu, so the Three Pure Ones should naturally have their shadow.

"Nuwa, walk on the great road of creation, and in the future, you will create great fortunes in the world, and you will have great merits and virtues. The heaven and the earth need to accept her, and for the sake of cause and effect, you should have a holy position!"

After saying that, another burst of purple energy flew out and merged into Nuwa's body.

Nuwa also stood up and said: "Thank you so much, Taoist ancestors!"

When all the Taoists heard this, some people were already dissatisfied. What a great merit and good fortune, but when they thought of Nuwa's double swords that filled the sky with blood, no one spoke.

Hongjun said again: "Zhunti, you two are welcome. The only two survivors among the millions of living beings in the demonic calamity of the Tao are blessed by the luck of the West. And the way of heaven owes the karma to the West, so I will use these two saints to repay it."

Then two more purple qi flew into their bodies.

Zhunti and the others stood up in a hurry and said: "Taozu is merciful!"

Daozu's words made all the Taoists in the ancient world have to pinch their noses to admit it.

This means: This is the meaning of Heavenly Dao. Heavenly Dao uses the holy throne to repay the cause and effect of the West. If you are dissatisfied, you can find trouble with Heavenly Dao. It is not my selfish intention, Hongjun.

Next, everyone in the hall was attentive and extremely nervous, because there was still the last ray of purple energy!

Daozu had no expression on his face. He stretched out his hand and the last purple energy flew out.

"The last holy position will be chosen by this purple energy!"

After the words fell, purple energy suddenly flew out, wandered among the three thousand Taoists, and finally condensed on Kunpeng's head.

Because apart from Taoist ancestors, Kunpeng has the highest cultivation level in Zixiao Palace!

Kunpeng felt happy and reached out to summon the purple energy.

But he saw that the purple energy was suddenly attracted and flew to the top of Hongyun's head. Hongyun was stunned and the purple energy disappeared into his heavenly spirit.

In an instant, Hongyun felt that the way other people looked at her was wrong.

When Taiyi saw this, he was not disappointed, but asked: "Tao Ancestor, where is the last ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Daozu shook his head when he heard this, "I don't know either. The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and the last one is the one that escapes, and is an opportunity left to the people of the world!"

Kunpeng recovered from the gain and loss of purple energy and asked: "If there is no purple energy, can one become a saint?"

Hongjun shook his head: "If there is no purple energy, there will never be a chance of becoming a saint!"

As soon as these words came out, many powerful people felt sad.

Qingxuan said: "I dare to ask the ancestor, if there is no purple energy, can I become Hunyuan?"

Hongjun glanced at him and said, "There is no Hunyuan under the way of heaven!"

Everyone felt extremely sad, and there was something wrong with the way everyone looked at Hongyun.

The Sanqing Dynasty is the lingering shadow of Pangu, and no one will touch it.

Nuwa is the emperor of the demon clan, accompanied by Emperor Juntai, Fuxi and others, and is extremely powerful. They will not take action easily unless they are completely sure.

The two people in the West are the karma owed by Heaven, and they will naturally not take it away in front of Heaven.

It seems that only Hongyun is the weakest. At this time, Zhen Yuanzi also made no statement, and they were alone. Daozu did not say to protect Hongyun.

When everyone was calculating, Hou Tu said: "Tao Ancestor, do you dare to ask me what opportunity the Wu Clan has to become a Hunyuan Saint?"
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