Jianmu towers into the sky, and Qingling is at the very top of heaven and earth. The higher he stands, the more he sees, and the clearer he becomes about the complex cause and effect taboos between heaven and earth.

Therefore, the more scruples Qing Ling has, the more cautious she acts.

If Qing Ling was really motivated and risked his life to fight for the demon clan, the witch clan who had already suppressed the two ancestral witches would be able to kill him in a fight, and even seriously injure a few ancestral witches.

But if he does this, he will fall deeply into the calamity of the lich. Once the calamity begins, he cannot stop. The calamity enters his heart and he kills heaven and earth.

As the saying goes, one hair can affect the whole body! No matter how invincible he is, can he be the enemy of the entire ancient world? If he takes a reckless step, he will be doomed by those powerful men who are planning to kill without seeing a drop of blood.

So Qing Ling has always been calm and cautious. He was born in a prehistoric era where every step was frightening and one wrong step would lead to catastrophe!

Not to mention the big demons in the demon clan who are deeply prejudiced against him, there are also many people in the realm protector clan who think that the Taoist master is too cautious and even think that he is timid.

But without him standing on a high place, watching the evil spirits of Tiangang and the earth, observing the mechanism of the heaven and earth, and leading all things, Xishan, Duguang, Jianmu, and even the entire demon clan would be in catastrophe.

Qing Ling sighed, it felt cold up there.

He still has a long way to go. The road to the thirty-third heaven and the last two heavens is also the most difficult road.

Qing Ling entered seclusion again, and the wooden path Zhoushan changed from virtual to real, emerging behind him, absorbing the power of the wooden path between heaven and earth little by little.

He is squeezing the great powers and monks who follow the wooden path in the world, but there is nothing he can do. The struggle between the great paths is like this.

Within a group, like-minded people fight against each other.

Beyond one road, rival avenues fight for life and death.

There are three thousand paths, and there are thousands more competing for glory.

On the road, the fight never stops.

The Qingling Yuanshen mobilized the wooden path around the mountain, and 90% of the wooden path in the world gathered here. After 100%, he will reach the perfect state of thirty-three days.

At that time, the future body and the past body will merge with the present body, or merge with the prehistoric self, or merge with the chaotic self, and then the chaotic and prehistoric two selves will merge into one, the realm of soul and the realm of mana will synchronize to hunyuan, and realize the path of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian!

However, now, both the future body and the past body are burdened with karma and cannot be reconciled with one's own body.

Cause and effect are continuous, so naturally one cannot return to his original form, otherwise the cause and effect of his clone will be entangled in his original form.

All of this requires timing.

Thousands of years later, people from the Wu Clan came.

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin came in person, spreading their voices outside Duguang without even stepping foot inside Duguang!

Today's Duguang has become a taboo place for the world's great powers. No one dares to enter the land of Jianmu where Qingling is in charge.

"Emperor Jiang of the Wu Clan has come to fulfill his contract with the Taoist Master of Donghuang!"

On the building wood, Qing Ling stretched out his hand and pointed, and Hou Tu and Gou Mang were thrown out of Du Guang.

Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin were overjoyed and rushed forward to greet them, only to find that there were vine locks bound between their four feet!

Qing Ling sent a message: "Now that the ancestral witch is here and my sincerity has been shown, it's time for the witch clan to make peace with me."

Di Jiang said coldly: "Does Master Donghuang think that we, the Wu Clan, are the ones who don't keep our promises? Your Excellency, take over!"

There are thousands of candles on the side. With a flick of your hand, fifteen drops of water of time fly out. In the center of the water drop, there are fifteen drops of ancient and immortal blood. Three of them are the most powerful. The immortal breath is the law of time. It cannot be completely covered up.

Qingling transformed the bridge into a bridge in a moment, holding fifteen drops of Pangu's blood. Then with a wave of his hand, the wooden chains that bound Houtu and Goumang were scattered.

"Now that it's done, the four ancestral witches can leave."

Di Jiang hesitated and asked, "Tao Master Donghuang, have you forgotten something?"

Zhu Jiu**: "Return the head of my ninth brother Shebishi!"

Qing Ling gave a very pleasant laugh, "Then you can come and get it."

Hou Tu's eyes changed and he said anxiously: "Brother, let's leave quickly, we can't stay here for long."

Di Jiang said bitterly: "Sooner or later, this old monster will...

let's go!"

The four ancestral witches disappeared in an instant.

Qing Ling, who was at the top of the building, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Kunlun, where two qi machines had just locked onto this place.

Coming from the same lineage as Pangu, Ancestral Witch and Sanqing are naturally not without affection.

Sanqing is not easy to mess with. No matter now or in the future, holding the innate treasure and killing the two corpses, he may still have the legacy of Taoist Hongjun. Qingling will not provoke him, even if his position has gradually changed to opposition.

If the Three Clearances plotted against him, how could he be willing to be a fish and meat and let others be a swordsman?

The years are long, the time is long, and there is plenty of time.

Qing Ling took fifteen drops of Pangu's blood but did not use it.

They understand the blood of Pangu given by the ancestral witch far better than Qing Ling. If they fall into the trap of the witch clan, it will be bad.

He will only use the blood of Pangu after the Wu clan is destroyed.

Even if there is a chance, he will go to Pangu Palace for a visit. Others cannot go. Qing Ling, who has 10% of Pangu's luck, can naturally go.

Qing Ling closed her eyes and entered the avenue of wandering again.

One hundred thousand years later, on Fengqi Mountain, a golden phoenix spread its wings and flew towards Kunlun.

On Kunlun Mountain, Tongtian came down from the mountain to personally welcome Nuwa to visit Kunlun.

In Kunlun Wonderland, towers and palaces tower into the clouds, dragons and tigers leap in the alchemy furnace. Ganoderma lucidum and fairy grass are everywhere, fairy beasts and white cranes hang in the sky, colorful deer and monkeys compete with each other, and all kinds of birds and animals are extraordinary.

Tongtian stood in front of the Kunlun Boundary Monument, with three immortals accompanying him behind him. They were Tongtian's new disciples, Wuyunxian, Lingyaxian, and Jinguangxian.

I saw golden clouds rolling in from the sky, neon lights covering the sky, golden phoenixes singing, fragrant fragrance assailing my nostrils, flowers blooming everywhere, and the arrival of Nuwa.

Tongtian's spine is straight and straight. Although it is plain and powerless, it is like a sheathed sword that no one dares to despise.

"Junior Sister Nuwa came from afar, so please don't blame me if you can't welcome her from afar."

The three Taiyi Immortals behind them all saluted respectfully, "Greetings, Uncle Master!"

Nuwa got off the Golden Phoenix Luan and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Tongtian is so polite, but I am the one who bothered you so much. You fellow apprentices and nephews don't need to be so polite."

Tongtian smiled and said: "Junior sister Nuwa can lead us and other senior brothers, it is really an extraordinary opportunity. My two brothers and I have been waiting for a long time!"

Nuwa said with a smile: "If that's the case, then we'll cause some trouble on the mountain climbing path!"

Tongtian turned sideways and waved his hand to guide, "Junior Sister Nuwa, please."

The two saints leisurely ascended Kunlun and arrived at the Sanqing Hall.

Both Laozi and Yuanshi were already waiting in the hall.

Nuwa entered the palace and bowed to her, saying, "Nuwa has met these two senior brothers."

I said calmly: "Junior sister, you are so polite, please take a seat."

Nuwa smiled slightly and sat at the front of the room.

Yuanshi asked: "Have Junior Sister Nuwa's injuries in the Lich War been completely healed? My senior brother is proficient in the art of alchemy. If Junior Sister's injuries have not recovered, can I give Junior Sister a few golden elixirs to heal her injuries?"

Nuwa smiled on her face and said: "Thank you for your concern, brother, I'm fine now." But she felt contempt in her heart. If she had cared about the injury earlier, she would have given the golden elixir a few yuan ago, but now she is still here pretending to care. If it wasn't for her brother.
Chapter completed!