A figure came out. He looked up at the sacred tree that stood tall in the sky. He stroked the huge trunk of the sacred tree and said with a smile: "Jianmu, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?"

The body of the majestic giant tree trembled with joy and excitement. Although the tree was speechless, he could understand its meaning.

The green robe is flying with silk ribbons, the hair is tied with green silk, and the smile on the face is like spring, which warms the world.

Few people know it, but heaven and earth will never forget that there once was a saint who divided heaven and earth and reopened the pattern of eternity, the saint of all living beings, the master of Qingling Taoism.

Qing Ling raised her eyes and saw countless calamity auras gathering in the billowing world of mortals. The ashes of the mortal world were confusing the minds of Taoists in the world, and the evil auras were eroding Taoists' hearts for seeking the Tao.

He sighed softly and said to himself: "All living beings should not be like this, and the world should not be like this.

Now that there is a catastrophe of ecstasy in the world of mortals, there will be fresh breeze and new rain to wash away the empty dust.

Rain is coming!”

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

The nine-day divine thunder rolls, the lightning flashes pierce the sky, the wind rises, the clouds fly, and the majestic rain comes with force, falling on the land of China, watering the endless mountains and rivers of the country, and washing away countless grudges of life and death.

This rain makes all sentient beings happy, makes people shocked, and makes the world new.

"It's him!"

"He's back!"

"The one has finally returned."

In this grand rain curtain, a green-robed Taoist walked out slowly holding an umbrella. The wind and rain were fierce, his green robes were shaking, the bells were ringing, and he was walking in the air.

On Fuyu Mountain, one by one the disciples walked out of the cave amidst the wind and rain, braved the heavy rain and walked into the sea of ​​flowers on the other side. They knelt in front of Fuluo Palace and let the wind and rain wet their clothes.

Kong Xuan was at the front, with a hint of excitement in his voice as he said: "Welcome Master to return to heaven and earth with respect!"

After saying this, he touched his head to the ground and bowed down.

"We sincerely welcome Master (Taoist Master) back to heaven and earth!"

Shen Nong who returned from the Nine Heavens, the old man who was half-sober under the laurel tree, the King of Ten Thousand Demons in the Demon Realm, the Four Great Envoys of the Hall of All Living Beings, the God of All Earths Du Guangtu... all could not afford to bow down to him.

Behind them, three generations of disciples, four generations of disciples, five generations of disciples...

They all bowed and said, "Welcome Grandmaster Tai to return to heaven and earth!"

In the heavy rain, Qinglong smiled, with tears in his rose-red pupils.

On the Bulok Palace, Taoist priests in green robes and jade umbrellas slowly walked down through the air. The heavy rain watered thousands of flowers as bright as blood, and there were also Taoists kneeling on the ground.

Qing Ling smiled and said: "Everyone, get up."

Qing Ling took away the jade umbrella, and the sky and the earth suddenly became clear and bright. After the rain, the sky cleared up, the rainbow glow spread thousands of miles away, thousands of flowers bloomed, and hundreds of grasses grew luxuriantly.

The disciples stood up excitedly, looking at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure in front of them, and their hearts were filled with infinite joy.

Without him, they are orphans without a father. Without him, they are homeless wanderers. The master and apprentice are father and son, and the master is the family. In this world, the teacher is the closest relative.

"Now that I'm back, you can feel at ease." Qing Ling smiled and said to everyone, "I have suffered so much for you all these years."

Everyone's heart was filled with sorrow and their hearts were touched. The vastness of Luzhou in the north, the countless palaces of living beings, the great fortune of the Great Universe, and the countless precious treasures. How huge is the family fortune he left behind? Even a saint cannot ignore it.

And these disciples of his are just calves who are just starting out on the road, but they have to face those cunning old monsters and terrifying hidden ancestors.

How can we describe the pain and sadness in it?

Next to Puluo Palace, there is a main hall with countless tablets. The first one has only one word, which is "Tao".

There are three statues in the second row, one for "Heaven" and "Earth" on the left and right.

In the center is a letter: "Wuji Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, the supreme saint of all living beings"!

Further down, there are rows of spiritual tablets of disciples who have entered reincarnation. There are more than ten thousand of them. These are the price for maintaining the family business.

Qing Ling's gaze crossed the void and time, and glanced at all the heavens and realms. Each of the powerful ancestors was frightened and did not dare to express their anger, for fear that this saint would use them to establish his power.

Fortunately, Qing Ling only glanced at them and did not go on a killing spree.

While those powerful men breathed a sigh of relief, they still had a lot of worries in their hearts. If the saints were to deal with them, they would probably die without even taking action.

Thinking of this, many powerful people want to hide in the chaos outside the sky.

I looked and looked at Shouyang Mountain, but I didn't see anything.

Yuan Shi frowned slightly.

Tongtian is very interested.

Jie Yin Zhunti was a little uncertain, thinking about Qing Ling's influence on the great rise of the West.

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa sighed. She was worthy of being an independent being. Among the more than a thousand Yuanhui, Qing Ling's strength was already at the forefront among the saints.

When Qing Ling returns, he does not have the pressure of a saint, but he has the grace of a saint. He has no visions of heaven and earth, but he is not angry or powerful.

Qing Ling chatted and laughed with all the disciples, appeased everyone's hearts, preached the Dharma, preached the Dao, and gave guidance to everyone, and Fuyu Mountain once again reappeared as a saint.

In the Puluo Palace, the green light has been shining for more than a thousand yuan, and everything is just like the first time.

Qing Ling sat upright on the cloud bed, looking at the green palace lantern, she remembered its former owner, thinking that he should return soon.

But the catastrophe of becoming a god is about to begin, and everything will fall into a cycle of reincarnation again.

Qing Ling sighed. Although he didn't want to intervene, the "Saint of All Living Beings" had to intervene.

He wants to leave a world of hope for future generations, rather than a hopeless era of apocalypse.

However, participating in the Great Tribulation of the Gods does not mean that you need to fight for a victory or defeat, and strive for big benefits.

When he cut off the snake body and turned it into the source of suppressing Dongji, he also cut off the traces of the ancient god. Otherwise, if Haotian Hedao coerces the ancient god to follow him, he will be involved.

Although Qing Ling is a Hunyuan Saint and is not afraid, it will also affect whether Haotian dares to do this.

Today's prehistoric times can be said to be a pool of stagnant water. Because of harmony, because of peace, and because there are too many ancient gods occupying the power of heaven and earth, and too many powerful ancestors occupying the destiny and avenue of heaven and earth, all living beings have no way forward.

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This is also the reason why the cultivation of immortals in ancient times is getting slower and slower. There are more than a thousand Yuanhui, and even the disciples of saints do not have many powerful ones.

Although the prehistoric world is getting bigger and stronger all the time, more people need more power of the Tao to practice Taoism, and those powerful ancestors consume more Tao power of heaven and earth every time they take a step forward.

Therefore, in order to seek balance in the way of heaven, there are three disasters under the world, and five calamities under the Golden Immortal. Those who can survive will not be able to survive death.

Therefore, the way of heaven restricts every Taiyi to break through the Great Luo Jinxian. It is even more difficult than in the ancient times. Breaking through the great power is even more harsh. As for the ultimate, in all the heavens and worlds combined, more than a thousand yuan will be able to break through with just one palm.

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The reason for this situation is also due to Qing Ling. Because of the opening up of the heavens and the world, the prehistoric era has supported a hundred times the number of living beings, not to mention seven saints and a tunnel master.

If you can't increase revenue, you can only reduce expenditure.

Therefore, conferring gods to measure calamities is the will of God, the will of the earth, and even more so the will of those who desire to go further.
Chapter completed!