"Finally complete!" Seeing this, the Demon Saint of Huangquan couldn't help but feel ecstatic!

Because the four-season seals created by the Wood Emperor need to complete the artistic conception of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Despite this, the mystery of the four seasons of heaven and earth cannot be easily understood by ordinary comprehending.

It’s not that this method is not good, it just takes too much time, and it takes more than a hundred or decades to have the opportunity to understand the mystery of one of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. It really can’t afford this time.

Therefore, I chose to practice the Four Season Seal from another perspective.

For example, the endless life of spring and the desolate and bleak autumn.

After successfully practicing the Seal of Spring with the Life and Death Talisman and the Immortal Flame of All Spirits, the artistic conception of autumn is then perfected. In other words, Luo Xiaoli has mastered the second of the Four Seasons Seals!

The immortal technique that Wood Emperor is proud of has already mastered half of it!

"Huh... the eight gates of the origin are already at their limits, so next, it will bombard the gates of the origins and open the gates. I am the Venerable!" Luo Xiaoli slowly stood up in the Four Holy Formation of Heaven and Earth and said so.

Her eyes were clear and firm, and her magic power was as vast as the sea under the blessing of the Four Holy Formations of Heaven and Earth, and the desolate Heavenly Sutra fell obediently on her palm.

"From today on, I am the supreme elder of the Huang Sect. I will choose a suitable successor for the Huang Sect and replant the seeds of the Huang Sect. One day, the Huang Sect will shine brightly that is not inferior to the era of the Great Huang Emperor!" Luo Xiaoli looked up at the sky and said almost word by word.

Although she had agreed to the Great Wilderness King before, this time... she was more serious and more formal!

When Luo Xiaoli's words fell, the Desolate Heavenly Sutra was put together.

The moment Luo Xiaoli swears, its owner is already Luo Xiaoli.

"Okay, okay, okay! Little girl, let me see your abilities and your ambitions! Now, there are many rare big shots watching you, so you must show it well." The Demon Saint of Huangquan said with a hint of excitement.

At the same time, in an abyss.

This place... was once a country, but one day a corpse of a god and demon flew over and blasted it away, leaving only a bottomless pit.

This place is called a sinkhole.

When the eighth original door fully emerged, a line of sight slowly turned into the sinkhole.

This look was extremely old and very turbid, but in the turbidity, it seemed to contain everything in the world, as if it was the truth. The direction of the eyes fell in the deserted sea, ignoring the desolate land, the eight wilderness realms, the three thousand and eight wilderness realms and other series of spatial barriers, staring at Luo Xiaoli.

...

On the cliff of immortality.

She sat cross-legged on the cliff for many years, almost turning with the sand and stone, but the moment Luo Xiaoli stood up, the figure moved.

His eyes opened, and his eyes pierced through the sky as if contained divine light, and fell directly into the position of the wasteland mansion, staring at the small figure standing in the Four Holy Formation of Heaven and Earth, with no joy or sorrow. I wonder if he was looking forward to an answer or just to take a look.

...

Inside the Little Spirit Heaven.

The land is flat and the houses are sleek, with fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo. The fields are transported by the roads, and chickens and dogs are heard. The intercourse between them is like a man and a woman dresses like outsiders. She has yellow hair and drooping hair, and is happy... This is a description of Xiao Lingtian.

At this time, a child holding a big yellow cow suddenly jumped onto the back of the cow and looked at the sky with calm eyes.

This is a look that a child should not have, as if he has seen the ever-changing world. He has no joy in life and no sorrow in death.

Even so, the scene echoing in his eyes was clearly Luo Xiaoli's position, and he was looking at Luo Xiaoli.

Jiuli Dynasty.

A figure several meters tall sat on the dragon chaise, supporting his head with one hand and on the edge of the dragon chaise, watching everything indifferently.

The place where he is is a secret room, and darkness is everywhere.

But as long as he wants to see, he can see anything he wants to see, including everything in the wasteland.

He did not look at Luo Xiaoli immediately, but instead looked at Jiang Lie and others for a while. After confirming that they were in peace, he focused on Luo Xiaoli.

In the fairy grave.

The immortal tomb is the same name, there is nothing here, only the tomb of Dabo.

Some graves have tombstones, while others don’t.

What is surprising is that any tomb with tombstones and the words carved on the tombstones are terrifying.

A series of earth-shaking names such as Youtian Kunpeng, Five-Colored Peacock, Naughty Child Emperor, Tiangou Holy Emperor, etc.

The appearance of the eighth Origin Gate attracted some things in the tomb to open their eyes and look at the location of the Huang Mansion.

They were more indifferent than other big shots.

Because they have died once, and Emperor Jiuli is still good, they are still in the pit, and they are all living purple-level cultivators, so of course their eyes are different.

Feeling that the eyes of powerful figures have been broken through the space and fallen here, the Eight Desolate Emperor gritted his teeth in hatred, but he was not easy to do.

Because no matter whether it is a guy in the wasteland or a big man who is looking for, he is unwilling to offend him.

At least I don't want to offend now.

Otherwise, the situation would be really worrying if he had not recovered from his injuries and he had to fight these monsters. Moreover, he didn't think that the Fairy Forgetful, who had just given up on himself, would have come to a projection, so he could only endure it.

"What a big formation... can't even sit still in the forbidden zone of life?" The Huangquan Demon Saint, who was only a soul body, was particularly sensitive to these strange fluctuations. After careful sensing, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

"Are they all interested in me bombarding the Origin Gate?" Luo Xiaoli asked.

"Of course I'm interested... If I weren't here, I would be interested. Eight original gates, maintaining and bombarding. Such things may be given to an emperor. No, it may not be difficult to do it even if you have a quasi-emperor, but your cultivation level is not even blue. If you can complete it, then you will be the only one in the ages. I don't know if there are such a terrifying figure in the ancient times, but there will definitely be no one in the past ten thousand years." The Demon Saint of the Yellow Spring kept marveling and said.

"Since I want to see it so much, I'll shoot it to them!" After saying that, Luo Xiaoli slapped hard at the storage bag, and somersault cloud appeared at her feet.

The somersault clouds are pure white, and no one can see that they can transform into colorful light.
Chapter completed!