"These three guys, you won't really let them do it, right?"
In the land of Nine Netherworlds, Ancestor Styx sat cross-legged on a sea of blood, with a group of strange creatures kneeling at his feet.
Looking at the increasingly powerful vision between heaven and earth, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
Since the creation of the Shura clan that harmed Tianhe, Ancestor Minghe has vaguely realized that he is no longer destined to be a saint.
Although as long as the sea of blood under his feet does not dry up, he will not perish, but compared with the saint, he is still a little bit less interesting.
"It's God's will, that's all." Ming He closed his eyes and stopped looking at the vision.
The unwillingness finally dissipated, and a sigh sounded from above the sea of blood.
In Taisu Tianwa's palace, Nuwa suddenly looked towards the ancient land, a smile flashed in her eyes.
She knew that starting from today, there would be three more supreme beings in the ancient world.
Before the emptiness and chaos are not divided, the Great Dao Yuan is at the forefront of Tai Chi.
Since one and three have the same ancestor Qi, it clears the sky and gathers the sun.
On the ancient land, visions took shape and mountains and rivers changed color.
In the horrified eyes of all things, two of the visions began to go in different directions.
The magnificent purple aura sets off the three-color petals and goes straight towards the thirty-three days away.
A young man wearing a wide robe and holding a handful of floating dust suddenly appeared under the petals.
The Taoist robe is hung with Tai Chi, and three flowers gather on its top.
His lips were slightly opened, and a disembodied voice resounded throughout the world.
"Heaven and earth are the furnace, and creation is the work."
"The sun moves through the sky, and the rivers move through the earth."
"Inaction without intention, understanding destiny."
"The gate of Xuanfei is as long as it exists."
"I am Taiqing. Today, in Daluo Heaven, I establish a human religion and enlighten all people!"
Boom boom boom!
Lao Tzu's voice resounded throughout the ancient land, and the heavens suddenly began to vibrate.
The next moment, countless golden lights fell and shone on the three-color petals on my head.
Before all the sentient beings in the wild could react, the vast figure entrenched in the glow on the other side took its true form over the Kunlun Mountains.
An old man with white hair and white beard, broad shoulders and thick back looked down at the sky and the earth, with an ancient flag behind him covering the sky and the sun.
Heaven and earth vow to rise again.
"All things have animism, and their spirits are divided into eight gates."
"Chaos is brought into order, ordering the heaven and earth."
“Those who follow the heaven will prosper, and those who go against the heaven will perish.”
"The accumulation of meritorious deeds is dust-free and untainted."
"I am Yuqing. Today, I am in the Kunlun Mountains to explain the teaching and the way of heaven!"
Boom boom boom!
After Yuanshi finished speaking, countless golden lights fell from the sky and sprinkled on him.
When the two religions were established, Heaven was aware of it and brought forth vast merits.
The primitive creatures were shocked and looked at the four long swords involuntarily.
I saw the four long swords that seemed to be able to cut down the long river of time began to tremble continuously and moved towards a large island in the far east.
Along the way, the world trembled!
The last person of Sanqing, the figure of Shangqing Tongtian, appeared.
No longer as elegant as before, Tongtian raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes sharp to the extreme.
A long roar exploded from the wilderness.
"The great road is great, but enlightenment is elusive."
"Tianyan's four-nine, escape one of them."
"Today I ascend to the clear sky and set up the Jiejiao religion on the shores of the South China Sea, vowing to intercept this escaping trace of heaven's secret!"
"Those who wish to seek the great path in all things, regardless of whether they are human beings, demons or ghosts, can join my teaching!"
Boom boom boom!
The way of heaven manifests itself again, and the golden light reappears!
"good!"
A voice without desires and thoughts suddenly sounded in the ears of all living beings.
The shock in everyone's hearts cannot be described in words.
That voice just now was... the voice of heaven!
The Three Purities established the Three Religions, hoping to educate all things with different concepts.
Heaven senses it and sends down merit!
Thirty-three days away, in the Great Luotian, purple air rises in the sky, and golden towers suddenly appear. This is the Eight Scenery Palace, a Taoist temple for people to teach.
In the Kunlun Mountains of Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Sanqing Palace no longer exists. Amid the pervasive luck of the Tao, a majestic Jade Palace rises from the ground. This is the Yuxu Palace, the dojo of Chanjiao!
There is an out-of-this-world spiritual island on the coast of the East China Sea. Four long swords fell, the blue sea receded, and the Yuyu Qiong Tower was suspended in the air. This is the Biyou Palace, the Jiejiao Dojo!
Sanqing all sat cross-legged in the dojo of their choice, meditating with their eyes closed at the same time.
The sound of cracking and cracking began to be heard within the body, and the vast merits of heaven made the bottlenecks of the three of them that had been dormant for a long time begin to loosen.
Tai Sutian, a gaze penetrated the void and swept over Sanqing one by one.
Feeling the auras of the three people rising steadily, the corners of Nuwa's mouth curled up slightly.
"Three senior brothers, you have finally taken this step."
In Wujitian Zixiao Palace, feeling the trembling of heaven, Hongjun opened his eyes, and a trace of relief flashed across his plain face.
"Establish three religions and transform all spirits."
"Not bad!"
"In the future, we will rely on you."
The long voice echoed out of the hall.
A Taoist boy holding a jade Ruyi outside the hall lowered his head slightly, and his knuckles holding the jade Ruyi were already a little white.
...
"Sister Xuanming, what happened just now?"
In Hezhou, Xiniu, on a huge spiritual boat, Qinghe stood at the front of the deck, with a little shock still remaining in his big eyes.
The vision in the world has disappeared, but the three invisible figures just now were deeply imprinted in Qinghe's heart.
Not only Qinghe was shocked, but all the shamans in the boat tower were also stunned.
The people of the Xuanming Tribe naturally knew who those three figures were just now.
The Wu Clan was a legacy of Pangu in the Three Qing Dynasties, but now the Wu Clan has long since withered, but the Three Qing Dynasties now seem to be separated from all living beings, and are called the chess players of heaven and earth.
For a time, in addition to shock, complexity also arose in the hearts of this group of witches.
On the deck, Xuan Ming heard Qing He's inquiry and looked away from the distant sky.
Compared to others, although Xuan Ming was shocked in his heart, it was not because of the rising auras of the three of them.
As an ancestral witch, she knew that the Taoist ancestor once accepted six creatures as his disciples when he preached, including Sanqing.
As disciples of the Tao Ancestor, and having received another ray of Hongmeng Purple Qi, there was nothing surprising about the three of them stepping into the Sainthood.
Xuan Ming was shocked that the three of them established a religion.
There are three ways to become a saint in ancient times.
The first is the law of enlightenment, the second is to kill the three corpses, and the third is to become a saint through merit.
Among them, sanctification through merit is the simplest, but this is compared to the other two methods.
It is extremely difficult for living beings in the primitive world to obtain merit.
It is even more difficult to become a saint through meritorious deeds!
Once upon a time, dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns established three clans to classify all living things, and heaven inspired them to bestow a lot of merit.
But even so, the Ancestral Dragon Yuan Feng Shi Qilin is still only at the peak of Quasi-Saint perfection.
And just now, Xuan Ming could clearly feel that Sanqing's aura was rising towards a mysterious and mysterious realm!
In the end, Xuan Ming even felt that the realm of the three of them had surpassed that of Zhu Jiuyin.
As the strongest among the twelve ancestral witches, Zhu Jiuyin's cultivation has already reached the top of Hunyuan Daluo.
If you surpass Hunyuan Daluo, you are Wuji and you are a saint.
The dragon, phoenix, and unicorn established three tribes without taking that step. The three pure sects established three religions, but they achieved the great truth!
Xuan Ming knew exactly what this meant.
Above the ancient times, there will be three more terrifying forces that are about to rise than the previous three tribes!
"Xiao Qing, do you know what state your master...is in?"
After withdrawing his thoughts, Xuan Ming looked at Qing He who was stunned. Instead of answering her question, he suddenly asked this question.
The great age is approaching, and because her witch clan has committed heinous crimes, she may suffer revenge from those who are willing to do so.
Because Hou Tu did not directly tell him Tang Hao's true realm, Xuan Ming now wanted to determine how big the thigh the other party found for him was!
In the future, can we protect the Xuanming tribe from being invaded?
Hearing Xuan Ming suddenly ask this question, Qinghe didn't react for a while.
Blinking her eyes, she asked subconsciously: "Sister, what did you say?"
Qinghe's cute look made Xuan Ming laugh out loud, and the annoyance in her heart dissipated a little. She touched his head, and her beautiful eyes suddenly became deep and dreamy.
Looking at Qing He, Xuan Ming raised the corners of his mouth and asked word by word: "What is your master's realm?"
For some reason, looking at Xuan Ming's eyes, Qing He's consciousness suddenly became hazy, and he couldn't help but said: "I don't know, sir didn't tell me."
have no idea?
Hearing Qinghe's answer, Xuan Ming frowned.
How can a mount not know the cultivation level of its master?
But the next moment, Qinghe seemed to remember something. Even though her consciousness was a little confused, she still said with a hint of pride: "Although I don't know what realm sir is, Lord Tongtian once told me."
"As your husband's mount, I don't have to kneel down and worship a saint even if I see him in the future, otherwise I will lose your husband's face!"
What? !
Hearing Qing He's words, Xuan Ming's delicate body couldn't help but trembled.
A greater shock arose in her heart than when she saw Sanqing become a saint before!
Don’t you need to kneel down to worship a saint?
Kneel down and lose his face?
Is it possible that your master is more powerful than a saint?
How can this be! !
