"Taoist Hongxuan... interesting, getting more and more interesting..."
Taking a deep look at the Taoist standing in the sky hundreds of millions of miles away, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the white-haired boy's mouth: "If you can defeat Emperor Cang's tricks, maybe we can see each other again. ..."
"Emperor!"
Looking at that scene, the prince's expression changed, and a touch of sadness emerged from the depths of his soul, as if some rabbits were dead and foxes were sad, and things hurt their own kind: "Antarctic him, he..."
"Creation has the quality of immortality, but ultimately there is no foundation for immortality..."
The white-haired boy glanced at the prince casually, half-smiling but not smiling: "Some people, once they die, can't come back."
As his words drifted, he disappeared into nothingness.
The prince was left with a look of awe. After shuddering, he suppressed the complicated feelings in his heart and fled into the distance, not daring to stop at all.
...
Phew~
Under Panlong Peak, the huge air wave was already suppressed by an invisible force and could not lift three feet off the ground before it even took off. It could only spread rapidly along the horizon.
"it's over....."
Long Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief and looked back to where the air wave started, his expression changing several times.
A huge peak rises from the ground, almost as high as Panlong Peak, but its power seems to be slightly greater than that. The two are tens of thousands of miles apart, but they seem to be closely connected.
Not to mention him, even different practitioners can see the majestic giant peak.
At this time, there was a substantial spiritual light on the giant peak flowing down like a waterfall. Where it fell, the earth, like a large ruin, came to life again, and the dry rivers and lakes reappeared again.
The disturbed spirit gradually recovered, and even surpassed it.
"Antarctica has fallen..."
Long Xingyi was a little stunned. Even if Ying Tiandao suppressed him for ten thousand years, his weight in his heart could never be compared with that of the Antarctic God.
Even though the Antarctic God at this time has not yet resumed the practice of creation, he is a giant of creation, far beyond the comparison of ordinary Yuanshen great monks.
At this time, seeing the great god's inspiration returning to the world after his death, the impact he endured in his heart was countless times stronger than when Ying Tiandao was captured by Yihe.
Looking at the Taoist in the sky again, his expression was shocked, and his mind was agitated, but it was natural.
Without such strength, how could it be possible to create a unified empire unique to the human race in that era when gods and demons ruled the worlds?
"That breath..."
Long Xingyi and even the Taoist masters of Great Zhou Dynasty were in awe, and An Qisheng paid no attention to the horrified gazes, but there was a ripple in his eyes as he looked at the southeast void.
Before killing the Antarctic Taoist, he had already sensed an unusual gaze peering at him from 380 million miles to the southeast.
For mortals, this is an unreachable distance, but for a being like him, it is not much different from being close at hand.
Therefore, during the previous fight, I was still alert to that person.
The strange thing is that that man clearly had the opportunity and ability to take action, but he did nothing and allowed himself to kill the Antarctic veteran...
"Purple air, purple air..."
In a corner of the imperial capital, Lin Bo couldn't help but murmur. He was so immersed in the scene he had seen before that he didn't seem to notice anything even if his eyes were bleeding.
It wasn't until the battle came to an end that he slowly came back to his senses and asked: "A ray of red means immortality, more than half red means immortality, a golden foundation means destiny will be achieved...this purple, what is purple? "
Among the various colors of luck, gray and white are common, red is extremely rare, and gold is not to mention, he has only seen it on his grandfather Long Xingyi and Gongyang Yan.
But how far is the difference between gold and purple?
Not to mention that it was not a little bit of purple light, but purple light that filled the sky and filled the heaven and earth!
After twenty years of experience, Lin Boxun has already deeply understood the mystery of the 'Compass of Destiny'. Gold is the limit that Destiny can bestow!
In his heart, Da Zi Zai seemed to be in great shock, and it took him a long time to respond:
[If God transforms into a human being, his luck will be purple...]
Boom!
Just when the expressions of everyone in Dazhou were changing, their minds were complicated, and An Qisheng was thinking, a rolling thunder sound from a very far distance broke the silence among everyone.
"This, this is..."
In the imperial capital, the frightened people also heard the thunder and looked up one after another. They saw a black line slowly approaching at the end of the bright sky.
Those with a relatively low level of cultivation were still confused, but the expressions of the monks with cultivation levels above the golden elixir changed again, and they exclaimed: "Thunder clouds, thunder clouds are coming again!"
Huhu~
The moist air swept in again.
Looking around from the Tianqi platform, I saw rolling thunderclouds rushing in from all directions, and the ink-like clouds seemed to cover the sky again!
The wind and rain that have dissipated not long ago seem to be coming back again!
Everyone looked at each other, a little solemn and a little relieved. After looking at each other, they looked at An Qisheng.
If this storm had been dispelled so easily, it would not have forced the three great dynasties back then. All the major sects had to obey the orders of heaven and offer sacrifices to heaven from generation to generation without interruption.
However, no one dares to underestimate the Taoist standing in the sky at this moment.
At the beginning of the founding of the Zhou Dynasty, all the powerful forces could not disperse the wind and rain for a moment. The way this Taoist could disperse it for a moment was beyond their imagination.
"Prince, Hong, Taoist Master Hongxuan!"
Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, King Jing walked out of the crowd with complicated eyes and an unattractive expression:
"If you don't sacrifice to the emperor, the storm will not dissipate! If you two have the means, use it as soon as possible. If you don't have the means, I will restart the ceremony of worshiping the heaven!"
King Jing sighed in his heart.
Not because he wanted to sacrifice to heaven, but because he had to sacrifice.
The serious consequences of the heavy rain that lasted for hundreds of years at the beginning of the founding of the country are still engraved in the ancestral temple of the Long clan, and no one dares to forget it.
"call!"
Glancing at the returning thunder cloud, Long Xingyi was not surprised, as he seemed to have known the result for a long time.
But he was not panicked. Before King Jing finished speaking, he had already taken a few steps forward, fluffed up his sleeves and robes, and prostrated himself in front of An Qisheng again: "Mr. Youlao, calm the storm and calm the storm!"
This is what Long Xingyi really pleads for.
Although Ying Tiandao was extremely powerful, he was not without means to deal with it. All he wanted was for this storm.
Moreover, he also believes that if there is anyone in the world who can control this storm at this time, it is only the person in front of him.
Because the rain of sacrifice to the sky has a long history!
The first person who caused heavy rains from the sky and nearly drowned the land because of not worshiping the sky was before the founding of Daxia!
King Yu of the Great Xia was recognized by all the people for his achievements in controlling floods, and he became a king with great achievements!
And at the end of summer, the weather will be smooth!
When the heavy rain returned, it was still Xia Mie. Before Zhou Li, it was suspected that some important person had issued an order from heaven and earth.
call!
In the rising wind, Long Xingyi bowed his head for a long time.
The hearts of all the Zhou courtiers on the Tianqi stage were moved, and they all bowed down together: "Mr. Youlao, calm the storm and calm the storm!"
King Jing saw the scene in front of him. Although he was still doubtful, he still shook his sleeves and robes and led all the Taoist masters to prostrate themselves.
"Rain of inspiration..."
Looking at the approaching wind and rain, An Qisheng's eyes darkened slightly.
This seemingly ordinary wind, rain, thunder and lightning is rooted in the omnipresent and endless spiritual inspiration. Even the five-color divine light can only retreat for a moment.
To completely end this storm cannot be achieved by ordinary means.
Fortunately, there is no trace.
In the past two years, he has gradually found some clues in response to the sea of information transmitted by various incarnations...
"alright."
With thoughts in his heart, An Qisheng raised his hand and helped everyone up: "I have promised, and I will not break my promise."
While the words were floating in the air, he stepped onto the Tianqi Platform and came to the giant bronze cauldron that was three feet, three feet and three inches high.
This tripod has three legs and two ears. It has mottled patina on it, but you can vaguely see the scrolls that were once carved on it. It was a huge flood that flooded the earth, and a few people gathered on the mountain to worship in fear.
"big flood....."
Gently stroking the wall of the cauldron, An Qisheng thought to himself that all the breath of the years that this huge bronze cauldron has experienced has been captured by it.
In ancient times, gods and demons ruled the world, and it was like a great flood. It would come once every thousands of years, and all those who had different practices, doubts, and advanced cultivation would perish in the monstrous flood.
These great floods are like the whip of the emperor and heaven, constantly beating all races and spirits, driving everyone, whether willing or not, to follow the path set by the gods and demons.
It became a "flesh and blood cauldron" that cultivated spiritual ideas for gods and demons, until a meteor shower came to the world along with the wind and rain.
A young man who determined to control floods because his father died in the flood led the ox out of the forest.
"Siwen Ming..."
There seemed to be all kinds of light flashing before his eyes and then extinguishing. An Qisheng suppressed the surging memories in his heart and flicked his finger on the giant bronze cauldron.
Buzz~~~
With just a few clicks, all the patina on the giant bronze cauldron fell off.
A pure but not dazzling divine light, accompanied by this low and long hum, resounded throughout the imperial capital, and with the imperial capital as the center, the ubiquitous spiritual machine as the medium, spread to the universe!
boom!
In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of thunders exploding, and as the sound waves spread, the rolling thunderclouds paused for a moment.
"He can actually drive Jiuding?!"
King Jing's pupils trembled, and he felt that the scene in front of him was even more shocking than his suppression of Ying Tiandao. It was incredible.
According to legend, the Great Xia Jiuding was a human treasure created by Dayu who gathered the mountains and rivers of the world. Except for Dayu, no one, not even his descendants, could move it at all.
Dazhou Debao has been around for 40,000 years, but we can only watch it rust and do nothing.
This Taoist can actually drive? !
Buzz~
Buzz~~~
An Qisheng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and as he struck with one finger, the divine light bursting out from the giant bronze cauldron became more intense, until he flicked it repeatedly.
The giant bronze cauldron suddenly disappeared on the Tianqi stage in full view of everyone.
It turns into a divine light and goes straight towards the bullfighting!
For a time, it attracted the shocked attention of countless people.
"Um?"
Somewhere in the void, the white-haired boy suddenly frowned, looked back attentively, and his pupils shrank.
As a stream of light soared into the sky in the land of Great Zhou, there was a humming and earthquake in the south, west, north, and even unknown places all over the sea.
Nine rays of divine light shot straight up to the sky, and their light was bright and brilliant. During the bursts, three or three circles formed a complex and vast picture of mountains and rivers, ninety-nine formed, like a giant human dragon.
Like a giant dragon soaring into the abyss, like nine days flying across the sky, all of a sudden, the heaven and earth shook.
"Bronze tripod, mountain and river map! How could it be?!"
"Three-three are endless, six-six are endless! This, this is Dayu's Dingyi dragon-shaped three-three form!"
"Is he still alive?!"
The shocking vision appeared from the sky and was reflected in the four seas and four continents, in all known and unknowable places, awakening the old antiques who were either suppressed or in seclusion.
One after another, their eyes were either surprised, confused, indifferent, or filled with hatred. They were all immediately attracted by this vision of heaven and earth.
"Wow!"
At this time when the earth was shaking and everyone was watching, no one noticed it, in a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Along with a cry, two little people.
born.
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