With the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Wu Clan also has an existence comparable to a saint. Even if no one knows the strength of this authentic saint, no one will dare to provoke him because of his fate, let alone come to the tunnel to share a piece of fat.

Meat.

With the tunnel of reincarnation, it is the core of the ancient world that cannot be ignored. All things reincarnate in this life and the next. There are too many things that can be planned and calculated. If you can enter the tunnel, the great powers in the world will be afraid of you.

But with an authentic saint sitting in charge, no one would dare to commit such a fool's errand.

The eleven ancestral shamans retreated to the ancestral shaman hall. The Houtu Hall was not closed, but there was an additional ancestral shaman. His name was Chenghuang, he had a white body and hair, and he looked like a fox with two horns on his back.

Chenghuang obtained the blood of the Houtu Ancestral Witch and the Pangu essence and blood in the Pangu Palace, and forcibly promoted him to the realm of the Ancestral Witch. His lifespan could not exceed two hundred yuan.

This is the back-up left by Hou Tu for the Witch Clan, and it also represents the imminent end of the Lich Era.

If the Lich can drag it on and wait until it dies, the Dutian Divine Evil Formation will be broken, and the Zhoutian Star Formation with its endless starry sky will be able to kill the Witch Clan.

But the Lich can't delay it any longer.

The two tribes have gone through more than two hundred years of fighting and have forged countless sworn enemies.

The witch's son kills the demon, the demon's son kills the witch's grandson, and the shaman's grandson kills the demon's father... generations of descendants have accumulated, and the hatred has long been overcome.

Xihe came to Duguang, brought the bodies of nine Golden Crows, and reluctantly left.

Qing Ling reassured her that mother and son would eventually meet again.

Xihe wiped away tears and left, thanking him again and again.

Duguang has regained its tranquility. Unlike the prehistoric times, the massacre and calamity have appeared, the calamity of heaven and earth has emerged, and the buildings under the trees are still like a paradise.

Every tens of thousands of years, Qingling releases a Golden Immortal of Chanjiao. The three Yuanhui and the Twelve Golden Immortals all return to Kunlun.

Guangchengzi, who had been tortured by the black and white impermanence for a long time, was able to return to Kunlun. After suffering this heavy ordeal, the Twelve Golden Immortals lost all their energy.

Qing Ling has never been in trouble with these juniors. The fight between him and Yuan Shi has not allowed these juniors to escape.

He walked up to Jianmu and sat down again on the top of Jianmu, which was thirty-two levels high. After sitting down, he would not get up again until he achieved Hunyuan.

Qing Ling stretched out her hand, and fourteen drops of Pangu's essence and blood appeared on the top of the building.

As time passed, nine drops of Pangu's essence and blood fell into the building wood.

Among them were those three drops of extremely pure Pangu blood.

The remaining five drops were collected by Qing Ling again.

Nine is the number of poles, so no more trees can be built.

Nine drops of Pangu's blood blended into Jianmu, shaping the fundamental source of Jianmu, strengthening the thirty-two-layer sky-high body of Jianmu, consolidating the foundation, and tempering the wooden body, one layer after another, and again and again.

Pangu's blood merged into Jianmu. With Pangu's bloodline, Jianmu naturally had a feeling for Pangu's world.

The root of Jianmu absorbs the overwhelming evil energy from the earth, and the top of Jianmu gathers the power of Tiangang. All the evil from Tiangang is in Jianmu, making Jianmu's body stronger by an unknown amount.

Only in this way, even if the sky collapses, the buildings can still hold on.

In the East China Sea, in the ancestral cave, the ancestor of the Yellow Dragon stood up, and hundreds of small and large dragons in the cave knelt on the ground.

The ancestor of Huanglong sighed, "Our fate has ended. In the ancient era of dragons and phoenixes, the dragon clan protected me for two hundred yuan. Now in the era of lich, I protect the dragon clan for a calamity."

The past and predecessor have been completely eliminated.

You have all grown up, and the future of the Dragon Clan will fall on you!

Yinglong, before Zhulong returns, you are the leader of the dragon clan!

Even after Zhulong returns in the future, you still need to act according to my plan, remember this! Whether the Dragon Clan can continue for countless generations depends on whether you can do what I plan!"

A young man with a resolute face bowed down and said, "Ying Long must obey the order of the ancestor and never give up even if he dies!"

The ancestor of Huanglong nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "I hope that one day, the sky and the earth will once again see dragons soaring into the sea, dragons flying in the nine heavens, dragons fighting in the wild, and the might of dragons. At that time, you and I will be proud!"

The ancestor of the Yellow Dragon laughed loudly, transformed into the body of a five-clawed Yellow Dragon, broke through the sea and flew into the sky, the dragon soared over the ocean, and the dragon roared within the four seas, and millions of aquatic people worshiped him.

In the Ancestral Dragon Cave, hundreds of real dragons bowed respectfully, "Farewell to the ancestor!"

The dragon kings of the four seas, thousands of river gods, rivers, lakes and seas, all dragon bloodlines, all worship him.

On Jin'ao Island, there is a hint of silence in Tongtian's eyes. It is easy to live forever, but difficult to be free. The road to Tongtian passes by clouds and smoke.

The ancestor of the Yellow Dragon flew to the nine heavens and flew to the top of the thirty-second sky-high building to meet Qing Ling.

Qing Ling said with a smile: "I thought you would stay a little longer, but I didn't expect you to be so willing to give up those dragon cubs?"

Huanglong Ancestor shook his head and said with a smile: "So what if it's one day early or one day late? The past is the past after all, and we should consider the present."

Qing Ling nodded, stretched out his hand and placed his palm on the Huanglong Tianling, sending a spiritual light into it.

"Go ahead and give me this thing."

The Huanglong Ancestor was stunned and noticed something in the Heavenly Spirit, and said: "Even if this thing is sent into chaos, you can't use it?"

Qing Ling shook his head, "This kind of thing is useless to other people, but it has specific uses for specific people."

Seeing this, Huang Long stopped worrying and waved his hand, and the Seal of Ten Thousand Dragons and the Green Lotus Flag appeared.

"I'll leave these two things to you for safekeeping."

"Why did you bring this flag?" Qing Ling said with a smile: "You, the ancestor, have brought out the Dragon Clan's family fortune."

The ancestor of Huanglong said helplessly: "Without me in charge of the Dragon Clan, I am afraid that such a treasure will be remembered by others, so it is naturally safer to put it on a building.

You and I are one, so we naturally know what you are thinking. The Seal of Ten Thousand Dragons can only belong to the Dragon Clan, and no matter how powerful it is, it cannot be moved. The Green Lotus Colored Flag is my reward for sitting in charge of the Dragon Clan and planning for the Dragon Clan.

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Qing Ling sighed, "It's a pity that the five innate flags cannot be gathered in the hands of one person, and the four innate lotus platforms cannot be in the hands of one person. Otherwise, with my wooden way, it may not be possible to trace the origin and return to the 18th grade lotus platform!"

Huanglong Ancestor said disapprovingly: "If you snatch the Xiantian Chiguai, the Three Treasures Ruyi, and the Qingping Sword, wouldn't it be possible to have a twenty-fourth grade lotus platform?"

This sentence made Qing Ling startled and fell into deep thought.

The Huanglong Ancestor left the ancient world and entered the chaos. After leaving, there will no longer be a Huanglong Ancestor in the world!

Qing Ling was silent on the top of the building. The thirty-sixth-grade creation Qinglian was the mother who gave birth to Pangu. It was the first Hongmeng treasure. Even the intact Qiankun Cauldron, Sky-Opening Axe, Creation Jade Disc, and Chaos Bead

Nothing compares.

At the same time, the Thirty-Sixth Grade Creation Green Lotus is the Wooden Way, the Great Way of Creation, the Way of Life, Death, and Prosperity...the origin of dozens of avenues, and even the end of the Wooden Way is just its first-grade lotus platform.

He has always had an idea in his heart, that is, the Lotus Terrace of Resurrection.

There is no need to think about the Chaos Lotus Platform above the twenty-fourth level, not even Hongjun, who unites the Great Heavenly Dao, can do it.

But if there are only more than ten levels of innate lotus platform, with his supreme cultivation of wood, there is also the sapphire umbrella made of the 24th level chaotic green lotus leaves, and now there is the 36th level green lotus leaf.

One of the Five Innate Banners, he once comprehended the thirty-sixth grade Green Lotus Shadow in the chaos. If he were still in Hunyuan cultivation level, I'm afraid it would really be possible!

However, everything must first become Hunyuan.

What he wants to prove is Hunyuan, which is still the most difficult path taken by the ancient great masters. It is still Hunyuan without the help of the will of heaven and earth and the assistance of the holy throne.

For any great power in the prehistoric times, even if he was born a calamity earlier, no matter how senior he was, no matter how powerful he was in the world, what would it have to do with the achievement of Hunyuan?

But Qing Ling has a chance, not only because of his luck and deep blessings, but also because he has a clearer memory of the great times than the saint.

Moreover, because of Jianmu Chengtian, that catastrophe was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Before this, it was impossible for Qing Ling to achieve Hunyuan. After this, it was even more impossible for Qing Ling to achieve Hunyuan. This was just a chance.

His mentality is very calm and stable, without any impatience. So what if the Six Saints attain enlightenment before him? So what?

Even if Yuanshi plots against him, he will only plot against him again.

The first Hunyuan Path in all ages, only Hongjun was the first to pass it. It took two calamities, one in ancient times, one in ancient times, and three thousand Yuanhui.

And Qing Ling will be the second first person, and it will be two calamities, less than half the ancient times, the entire ancient times. Two hundred yuan will be at the end of the dragon and phoenix, nearly three hundred yuan will be the lich from the beginning, the total will be less than five hundred yuan!

In the chaos, Qing Ling's Chaos Self opened its eyes, looked at the Yellow Dragon Ancestor coming from afar, and said, "Have you finished the cause and effect?"

"nature."

"Do you still have any remaining wishes?"

"No more."

"Then come back!"

The ancestor of Huanglong walked towards the chaotic self. His past body represents the past and the previous life. In this life, he abandoned his previous life and sacrificed the next life. The present life stands in the center of the past life and the next life, merged into one, and the three bodies merge into one.

The Huanglong Ancestor completely merged with Chaos Self, sacrificing the price of one life. It can even be said that all the lives before the previous life and all the afterlife after the future life are integrated into one.

Chaos, my Qingling mana realm has risen again, reaching the state of perfection, with no trace left, the mana power of the thirty-third heavenly realm!

Above the demon world, Nuwa felt it, and her smile became even brighter. It seemed that the demon clan was more vibrant. She believed that she had not misjudged it, and those who could become Taoist friends were ultimately Taoist friends.

On Kunlun Mountain, Yuan Shi raised his head and looked at Qing Ling in the chaos. His eyes were complicated. He held the twelve golden immortals to control Kunlun. Yuan Shi was no less afraid of Qing Ling than the saint.

At Shouyang Mountain, my right eyelid twitched and he frowned. This was not a good sign.

Jin'ao Island and Tongtian were also a little surprised. At this moment, the Lich was not unbalanced, but it could not be stopped.

The Second Saint from the West praised him and said, "I'm afraid he can already be called a semi-saint!"

Jie Yin said: "If there is no accident, I am afraid that the next saint or Hunyuan will be forgotten."

Zhunti arched his brows and said with a smile: "But if such a being who is comparable to us joins the battle against the Lich, does the Witch Clan still have a chance to make a comeback?"

Jieyin nodded, "Let Sanqing take care of the headache."

"That's not necessarily the case!" Zhunti said: "No way, we still have to do such a thankless thing."

Jie Yin thought thoughtfully and said, "Then it depends on how willing they are to bear it! We have repaid most of the karma we owe him, so the rest will be easy."
Chapter completed!