In the leisurely passage of time, one hundred thousand years have passed.

On the wooden structure, Qing Ling sat high in the thirty-first heaven. Looking at the sky and earth shrouded in clouds and mist below, he felt a little worried.

The building is too tall and too big, and the weight of the thirty-one heavens it bears is even more majestic.

Sometimes he also wonders, will Jianmu one day break down because the sky and the earth are too heavy?

Even though Jianmu has undergone countless years of transformation and growth by the mighty power of heaven and earth, even the condensation of countless Mu Dao laws, the instillation of Mu Dao power, and the countless efforts of this ancient great power, Jian Mu is still a tree after all.

The sky and the earth are too heavy. Buzhou Mountain is still there at this time. Jianmu only shares 20% of the weight of the sky and the earth, so he can still barely support it.

If Mount Buzhou falls in the future, then all the weight of heaven and earth will fall on the building wood. At that moment, you don’t have to think about it, the building wood will break!

Qing Ling closed her eyes and meditated for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she thought of the ancestral witch.

Jianmu's body is strong and tyrannical. Even if Jianmu is defenseless, even ordinary Daluo Jinxian cannot hurt him.

But the source of building wood is insufficient and the congenital deficiency!

Building trees will actually bear fruit!

The Classic of Mountains and Seas records that the tree is a hundred feet tall without any branches, with nine vines and nine wolfberry trees underneath. It is actually like hemp, and its leaves are like awns, and they are thick and green.

It's just that Qingling never lets Jianmu bloom, so it won't mate with other trees, nor will it bear fruit, damaging its origin. Therefore, the owner of Jianmu, himself, has never been in heat.

Qing Ling walked down from Jianmu, and Duguang Earth broke out of the ground instantly. His short figure crawled on the ground and said respectfully: "The Earth greets the great master!"

"Get up." Qing Ling asked, "Is there anything strange in Jumang?"

"Reporting to the master, the little god has been guarding him for a hundred thousand years and has never seen any change in him."

Qing Ling nodded, "Step back."

Tu Tu hurriedly excused himself respectfully, shrunk his short legs, and returned to Tu Tu.

Qing Ling walked leisurely and leisurely on the vast land of the capital, with green grass, flying bees and butterflies, faint skylight and clouds, and a gentle breeze from the forest and grassland, feeling leisurely and at ease.

This is the beautiful scenery that he envies, but he can't stop.

Outside the capital and Guangzhou, there are numerous killings and catastrophes, and countless schemes. If you are not careful, you will be doomed!

Qing Ling walked under the tree and saw a muscular man wrapped in green animal skin, his hands and feet bound, sitting cross-legged with a dull expression.

He sensed the person coming, opened his eyes, looked at Qing Ling, and said, "How long are you going to suppress me?"

Qing Ling smiled and said: "Suppression? If I suppress your injuries, how can you fully recover? In a hundred thousand years, even Hou Tu Dijiang and the others may not be able to recover. Without the nourishment of the rich wood power of my Jianmu

, I’m afraid your body won’t be able to recover in another hundred thousand years.”

When Gou Mang heard this, his expression darkened and he remained silent.

For Qing Ling, he was not afraid, angry, or hating like other ancestral witches, he was just helpless.

Because he still remembered that Qing Ling saved him once, and he should repay the favor of saving his life.

However, the two of them are lichs and are destined to be in opposition.

Qing Ling walked slowly, and here Jianmu was just a "mortal" whose witchcraft and physical power had been suppressed.

"Have you ever thought about the future of the Witch Clan?"

Ju Mang said: "Of course I will kill them in heaven and destroy the demon clan!"

"But can you kill them all? All spiritual things in the world are demons. Even if the witch clan perishes, the demon clan will not be wiped out."

"Nonsense!" Gou Mang shouted: "It is impossible for our witch clan to perish."

Qing Ling shook his head and said: "There is no ethnic group in the world that will be prosperous forever. Even those who were as strong as the three ethnic groups in the past have declined today.

Although the lich is strong, it is just average.

Unless, the lich reconciles."

"Impossible." Gou Mang shook his head, not to mention that my eleven brothers and sisters agreed. If your demon clan killed Demon Emperor Fuxi in battle, Nuwa would definitely hate it deeply, and countless members of the demon clan who died tragically would not be willing.

Furthermore, thousands of members of the Witch Clan cannot live without the Demon Clan for food! This is the source of the conflict between the two races!"

Qing Ling nodded and said: "The roots of the two races of lich and demon are here.

But you ancestral witches only want to kill the demon clan and feed on the demons, but you don’t solve the witch clan’s real method of suppressing evil.”

Ju Mang shook his head, "If possible, we have already tried it. However, the innate witches of the witch clan can only be transformed into Houtu witches by eating meat before they can be used for body refining. Otherwise, they will be tortured to death by the innate witches!"

"

Qing Ling heard the words and sneered: "So, this is the reason why your witch clan can only have twelve ancestral witches. The innate witches transformed into acquired witches. Although they survived, they forever lost the chance to break through the shackles.

!”

Gou Mang lowered his head and remained silent.

Qing Ling said: "If one day, the Witch Clan no longer has to feed on the Monster Clan, will you restrain the Witch Clan from killing indiscriminately?"

Ju Mang looked up at him and said in surprise: "Do you have any idea?"

Qing Ling shook his head and said: "Of course there is no such thing. It doesn't matter, you can rest here for a while, and then the Witch Clan will come and replace you."

"Substitute?" Gou Mang said in disbelief: "My brothers are not able to bear it. They will only make you a mess. Even if you are powerful and have survived for a long time, the twelve ancestral witches today,

It’s no longer what you were able to control back then.”

Qing Ling smiled when he heard this and said, "Then you still have to let me handle it?"

After saying that, he turned his hand and said something, and nine drops of emerald green blood flowed out of his body and fell into Qing Ling's hands.

"These nine drops of hard work will repay the cause and effect of the past. If you meet me again in the future, you don't have to hold back."

Jumang looked startled and asked in surprise: "Will you really let me go?"

Qing Ling laughed, turned and left.

It's not that he doesn't want to leave Jumang behind, but that the balance of heaven cannot be lost.

The higher he stands, the more things he can see, and the more things he naturally fears.

Qing Ling looked at the ancestral witch essence and blood in her palm, her heart racing.

In this world, if there is anything that can be of great use to Jianmu, it must be the most precious treasure of creation, the Universe Cauldron!

It's just that the building wood has already supported the sky and cannot be refined into the Qiankun Cauldron.

In addition, there is the blood of Pangu!

Although Pangu died, his bloodline is still there.

Pangu’s heart naturally exists!

Qing Ling knew in her heart that the purest blood of Pangu in the ancient world belonged to the heart of Pangu in the Pangu Palace!

By absorbing Pangu's hard work, we can make the building a better place, break through the shackles, and prevent it from being overwhelmed and broken when the sky falls.

He was waiting, waiting for the Witch Clan to come and give him the blood of Pangu.

Qing Ling is not afraid that the Wu Clan will not give it to him. He has Shebi Corpse Head and Jumang in hand. Neither of these two can form the Dutianshensha Formation!

All he had to do was sit quietly in the thirty-first heaven and wait for someone to come.

As for the eleven ancestral witches who forced him to surrender, no one in Duguang could force Qing Ling!

Now that the injury has healed, Jianmu is stable, and Qingling is in a stable state, he can exert 120% of his combat power. What's more, Jianmu's reputation is enough to intimidate them.

Jianmu has suppressed countless Jinxian Taiyi, Da Luo Jinxian, and even the great powers of heaven and earth under its roots since ancient times. They cannot die, cannot escape, and are forever imprisoned to no end.
Chapter completed!