In the dark void, a purple cloud floated in front of a bright full moon. A cliff stood on the clouds, and an old man in white robe sat on the cliff.
He has a childish face, and two apertures are floating behind his head, which are constantly changing colors, beautiful and psychedelic.
He opened his eyes, calculated with his fingers, and his expression became weird.
He began to constantly deduce, but unfortunately, no matter how he deduces, he could not resolve the confusion in his heart.
A figure suddenly appeared behind him. This was a god wearing blood armor. His aura was terrifying, his white hair was fluttering, and there was a blood flower mark on his forehead.
It is the God of Destruction!
He has another identity, named Long Mie, who is the grandson of Emperor Longxin.
The god of Tianmiao bent down and raised his hand, saluted to the old man in white robe, and said, "Master, I'm here to see you."
"It's been so many years since you finally came. It seems that you have successfully refined a Dharma body for that existence." The old man in white robe spoke, his tone calm.
The God of Heaven replied: "Where is the responsibility, it is hard to violate the destiny of heaven."
"It's hard to violate the destiny of heaven? It's really hard to violate the destiny of heaven."
The old man in white robe stood up, turned around and looked at the god of divine, looking up and down, and a look of relief appeared in his eyes.
"Your good deeds are proven that you have not wasted your time, and it will be worthwhile to cultivate you as a teacher." The old man in white robe smiled and stroked his beard.
The god of heaven responded: "Master is not just cultivating his disciples. If there were no master, the disciple would have died long ago."
The old man in white robe shook his head, turned around and looked at the dark void, while the god of heaven looked at him calmly.
"Disciple, your talent is unique. You have talents that are difficult for even immortals and gods to reach. From now on, you no longer have to restrain your desire to kill."
The old man in white robe said quietly, and his pupils reflected the scenes of big explosions, and the light and destruction changed.
When the God of Heaven heard this, he frowned and asked, "Do you think that's the time?"
"Even if it has not arrived yet, you have to prepare in advance. The changes in this avenue are becoming more and more complex, and the battles in the heavens are becoming more and more fierce. Who doesn't know how much disasters are contained in it and what situation will eventually evolve into."
The old man in white robe couldn't help but sigh at the end.
The God of Heaven was silent for a moment and said, "If my disciple is not ready to rely on the talent left to me by the Long family, the Long family should disappear. I can only practice down-to-earth."
The old man in white robe glanced at him and said meaningfully: "It seems that there are still people in the Long family who are alive. You have a burden. You used to be unwilling to lift the ban as soon as possible."
Tian Mie Shen replied: "There are indeed people living, but they have cut off the cause and effect from the past. I just don't want to follow the old path of the Long family and become stronger by killing. In my opinion, it is not the right way."
Hearing this, the old man in white robe smiled and turned his gaze back to the void.
"Before going back to heaven, go to the road to the great road. There is a new creation. What is it? You can explore it yourself." The old man in white robe ordered.
The god of heaven responded, followed him and then disappeared from his place.
Only the old man in white robe was left on the cliff. He stood in front of the bright moon, his figure was so bleak.
"Who will the next Emperor of Heaven be? Is all this really just a dispute between Emperor of Heaven?"
The old man in white robe talked to himself, no one could answer him, he was asking himself.
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The temple of timeless.
Ten thousand years have passed since Fang Xuan’s first reincarnation was successful.
The world ushered in a new era, with hundreds of religions competing for the enemy, the Qiankun Sect, and the Taixuan Sect have not been able to squeeze into the ranks of the hundreds of religions in the world.
Over the years, in addition to daily life, Gu An was concerned about the fortune of Emperor Hunyuan.
At present, more than 300 practitioners are chasing Emperor Hunyuan. The number of practitioners who have come into contact with this opportunity has exceeded 1,000, some have died in the past ten thousand years, and some have given up on this opportunity.
In general, if more than 300 practitioners can attack Emperor Hunyuan, this qi operation has been completed.
Although the Hunyuan Dao Emperor does not become stronger quickly through victory or defeat, the life span will also speed up the speed of cultivators' strength. Perhaps the first Hunyuan Dao Emperor can be born within hundreds of thousands of years, which made Gu An very curious.
Who will it be?
Although Fang Xuan was the first to start, there were rising stars in the road of the Great Road, and his momentum was stronger than him.
As for the Taoists in the Tianling World, they are all old friends of Gu An. Their qualifications are not as good as those of the Great Dao Road. Gu An will not favor them on the Hunyuan Emperor's Road, and they are almost impossible to become the first Hunyuan Emperor.
On this day, Wushita Temple.
Gu An watched the battle in the sky while playing the flute.
He opened up the barrier field and let the Great Saint of Blood Prison fight with Anxin. Shen Zhen, Tian Yao'er, Tian Qing, Tian Bai, Jiang Shi, Epiphyllum Ghost Mother, Tian Hong Emperor, and Bai Ling Rat all watched the battle nearby. They were filled with excitement and talked endlessly.
"Why did the Great Saint of Blood Prison stop again? Could it be that he was hit by an illusion?"
"Anxin is so awesome. I feel like I'm playing with the Great Saint of Blood Prison."
"Hahaha, don't let him hear this, he will hold revenge."
"Senior Sister Anxin is really strong, and she can't tell at all."
"Do you see clearly what magical powers are being used by Anxin?"
The disciples were talking a lot, and Gu An deliberately asked the barrier to cover An Xin's Immortal Emperor's Eyes. The disciples did not see An Xin's eyes changing, and they could not feel the power of An Xin's Eyes.
This made the battle very awkward. The Great Saint of Blood Prison stagnated from time to time. If he hadn't had his body and his energy was abundant, he would have been defeated long ago.
Compared to the peaceful Immortal Emperor's Eyes, Gu An is more satisfied with the progress of the Great Saint of the Blood Prison.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison created his own magical powers, which could quickly heal his flesh and blood. Even if his body was destroyed, he could recover in a very short time.
But such recovery requires the energy of the soul. He began to feel tired, which came from the depths of his soul. This fatigue gradually weakened his control over his body.
If this continues, he will definitely lose.
Gu An wants to throw the Great Saint of Blood Prison onto the road to experience it?
The Great Saint of Blood Prison is very suitable for the path of becoming stronger in battle. Unfortunately, he asked the Great Saint of Blood Prison several times before, but this guy refused to go out. Even if he could still go back to Wushi after he said that he could still go back to Wushi, the Great Saint of Blood Prison still disagreed.
If the Great Saint of Blood Prison was asked to do things on earth, he would go, but the road to the great road was far away, and he always felt that it would be difficult to come back in a short period of time.
no.
He must be allowed to go out and come back after training for 100,000 years.
Gu An thought silently.
It is not only to make the Great Sage of Blood Prison stronger, but also to make other disciples less stress.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison is not only aggressive, but also has a bad mouth. Every time he wins, he will ridicule his opponent crazily, so no one wants him to win now, and he is watching his jokes.
After a while.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison was defeated, and he and Anxin flew out of the barrier together.
Anxie was like a fairy descending to earth, landing beside Gu An, her clothes had not changed at all, and she seemed to have not experienced a battle.
The Great Saint of Blood Prison lowered his head, had no fighting spirit, and clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!