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"Taoist Hongxuan...interesting, more and more interesting..."

Taking a deep look at the Taoist man standing in the sky hundreds of thousands of miles away, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the white-haired boy's mouth: "If you can break through the methods of Emperor Cang, maybe I will have the day to see you again. ......"

"Emperor!"

Seeing that scene, the prince's expression changed, and a touch of sadness emerged from the depths of his soul. It seemed that some rabbits and foxes were sad, and things hurt his kind: "Antarctic him, he..."

"Good luck has the quality of immortality, but it has no foundation for immortality..."

The white-haired young man glanced at the prince carelessly, smiling but not smiling: "Some people, once they die, they won't be able to return."

As the voice floated, he had disappeared into nothingness.

The prince, who only left his face in awe, shuddered, forced his heart to be complicated, and fleeed into the distance without daring to stay at all.

......

Huh~

Below the Panlong Peak, the huge wave of air has not yet risen and has been crushed by an invisible huge force three feet away from the ground, and it can only spread sharply along the horizon.

"ended....."

Long Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief, looking back at the beginning of the air wave, his expression changed several times.

A huge mountain rises from the ground, almost as high as the Panlong Peak, but its power seems to be faintly surpassed. The two are more than tens of thousands of miles apart, but they seem to be closely connected.

Don't say that it is him, even different practitioners, can also see the majestic and giant peaks.

At this time, there was a substantive spiritual light on the giant mountain that was streaming down like a waterfall, where it fell, and the earth resembling a large ruin was rejuvenated, and the dried-up rivers and lakes reappeared again.

The disturbed mentality gradually recovered, and even, it still surpassed it.

"Antarctica, it fell..."

Long Xingyi was a little dazed, even if Ying Tiandao suppressed him for a long time, the weight in his heart could never be compared with this Antarctic God.

Even if the Antarctic God has not yet resumed good fortune cultivation at this time, he is a great good fortune, far from being comparable to the ordinary primordial cultivator.

At this moment, seeing the spirit of this great god's fall back feeding the world, the impact he suffered in his heart was far more intense than Ying Tiandao being captured in one go.

Looking at the Taoist in the sky, his expression was shaken, and his mind was agitated and somewhat taken for granted.

If there is no such strength, how can it be possible to create a unified imperial dynasty that belongs to the human race in the era when the gods and demons dominate the world?

"That breath..."

Long Xingyi and even the Dao masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the powerhouses were in awe, and An Qisheng's horrified gaze was all concerned, only a ripple in his eyes looking at the Southeast Void.

Before killing the Taoist Antarctica, he had already sensed an unusual gaze peeking at him 380 million miles to the southeast.

For a mortal, this is an unreachable distance, but for his existence, it is not much different from being close at hand.

So in the previous fight, there was a seven-point spirit to warn that person.

The strange thing is that the man clearly had the timing and ability to shoot, but he did nothing, letting him kill the Antarctic old way...

"Purple gas, purple gas..."

In the corner of the imperial capital, Lin Bo couldn't help muttering. He was immersed in the scene he had seen before, and he couldn't help himself. Even if his eyes were bleeding, he didn't seem to notice anything.

Until the battle ended, he slowly returned to his senses, and asked: "A wisp of red color, longevity can be expected, more than half of the red color, can be invisible, golden foundation, good luck will become...what is purple, purple? "

There are various colors of luck, gray and white, and red is extremely rare, not to mention gold, he has only seen his prince, grandfather, Long Xingyi, and the ‘ramyan’.

But how far is the difference between gold and purple?

Not to mention that it is not a little purple light, but a purple sky, flooding the sky and the earth!

After twenty years of experience, Lin Boxun has already deeply understood the mystery of the'compass of destiny'. Gold is already the limit that destiny can bestow!

In the sea of ​​mind, Da Zizai seemed to be in great astonishment, and it took a long time before he responded:

[If God’s will is transformed into a human, his luck will be purple...]

Boom!

Just as the expressions of the people in the Great Zhou changed and their minds were complicated, while An Qisheng was thinking about it, a rolling thunder sound from a far distance broke the silence among them.

"This, this is..."

In the imperial capital, all the people who were frightened heard the thunder and looked up, only to see a black line slowly approaching at the end of the bright sky.

Those with a shallow cultivation base are still wondering, the monk with the cultivation above the golden core has changed his expression again, exclaiming: "Thundercloud, thundercloud again, here again!"

Huhu~

It swept in again with a humid air current.

Looking around from the Tianqi platform, I saw billowing thunderclouds rushing from all directions, and ink-like clouds seemed to cover the sky again!

The wind and rain that have dissipated soon seems to be reappearing!

The crowd looked at each other, a little dignified, and a little relieved. After facing each other, they looked at An Qisheng again.

If this storm was so easily dispelled, it would not have forced the three emperor dynasties back then, and all the great sects had to obey the order of the heavens and make sacrifices to the heavens from generation to generation, and never stopped.

However, no one dares to underestimate the Taoist standing in the sky at this moment.

At the beginning of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the powerful forces could not disperse the wind and rain for a moment. This person could dispel the wind and rain for a moment, which was unimaginable means for them.

"Prince, Hong, Daoist Hongxuan!"

Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, King Jing walked out of the crowd, his eyes were complicated and his expression was not pretty:

"If you don't sacrifice to the emperor, the wind and rain will never go away! If you two have the means, please use it as soon as possible. If there is no means, the old man will restart the ceremony of sacrifice to the sky!"

King Jing sighed in his heart.

It is not that he is willing to sacrifice to heaven, but that he has 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.

"call!"

Looking at the thundercloud that had come back, Long Xingyi was not surprised, he seemed to have known the result a long time ago.

But he was not in a panic. Before King Jing had finished his words, he already took a few steps forward, shaking his sleeves, and bowing down in front of An Qisheng again: "Mr. Lao, set the storm, calm the storm!"

This is what Long Xingyi really pleaded for.

Ying Tiandao is certainly strong, but he is not without the means to deal with it. What he asks is only for this storm.

Moreover, he also believes that if there is anyone in the world who can determine the wind and rain at this time, there is only the person in front of him.

Because the rain of worship has been around for a long time!

It was before the founding of the Great Xia that the first one to cause heavy rain from the sky because of not offering sacrifices to the sky, almost overwhelming!

King Yu of Great Xia was recognized by all the people for his work in water control, and he was the king of success!

And at the end of the summer, the weather is smooth!

And the heavy rain reappeared, it was Xia Mie. Before Zhou Li, it was suspected to be a world order issued by a big man.

call!

In the rising wind, Long Xingyi bowed down for a long time.

The hearts of the great Zhou courtiers on the Tianqi stage moved, and they all bowed together: "Mr. You Lao, set the storm, calm the storm!"

In front of King Jing's eyes, even though he was still skeptical, he still trembled his sleeves and brought a group of Taoists to bow down.

"The rain of inspiration..."

Looking at the wind and rain, An Qisheng's eyes sank.

This seemingly ordinary wind, rain, thunder and lightning is rooted in the omnipresent, endless spiritual mechanism, even the five-color divine light can only fade away for a moment.

Wanting to end this storm completely is not possible with ordinary means.

Fortunately, it is not without a trace.

In the past two years, he has gradually found some eyebrows corresponding to the sea of ​​information transmitted by the incarnations...

"All right."

With thoughts in his heart, An Qisheng lifted his hand and picked up everyone: "Since I have promised, I will never break my promise."

While the voice was floating, he had stepped up to the Tianqi Platform, before the huge bronze cauldron that was three feet three feet three inches high.

This tripod has three legs and two ears, and there are mottled patina on it, but the picture scroll that was once engraved on it is vaguely visible. It was a monstrous flood that flooded the earth, and a few people gathered on the high mountains, worshiping in fear.

"big flood....."

Gently stroking the wall of the tripod, An Qisheng said to himself that the breath of the years experienced by this giant bronze tripod has been captured by him.

In the ancient years, the gods and demons ruled the world, similar to the great flood, which will come once every thousands of years, and all those who have different cultivation and doubts will fall into that monstrous flood.

These great floods, like the whip of the emperor, continue to beat all the races and spirits and drive everyone away. Whether they want it or not, they can only walk on the path set by the gods and demons.

Become a ‘flood cauldron’ for gods and demons, until a meteor shower that follows the wind and rain descends on the world.

A young man determined to control the water because of his father's death in the flood, led the ox out of the forest.

"Si Wenming..."

There seemed to be a flash of light in front of him, An Qisheng suppressed the surging memory in his heart, flicked his finger, and pointed it on the giant bronze cauldron.

Hum~~~

With just one finger pointing, all the patina on the giant bronze cauldron has fallen off.

A pure but not dazzling divine light, accompanied by this low and long buzzing sound throughout the imperial capital, and even more with the imperial capital as the center, the ubiquitous spiritual machine as the medium, spreading towards the great thousand!

boom!

In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of thunder bursts, and as the sound wave spread, the rolling thunder cloud stopped for a moment.

"He can actually drive Jiuding?!"

King Jing's pupils shook sharply, and only felt that the scene before him was more shocking than the suppression of Ying Tiandao, incredible.

The Great Xia Jiuding is said to be the ultimate humanity treasure formed by Yu's gathering of mountains and rivers. Except for Yu Yu, no one of his descendants can motivate him.

Forty thousand years, Da Zhou Debao could only watch its rusting and could not help it.

Can this man be able to drive? !

Hum~

Hum~~~

An Qisheng flicked his fingers again and again, and with one of his fingers tapped, the divine light bursting from the bronze giant cauldron became more violent, until the flicking ended.

The giant bronze cauldron suddenly disappeared on the Tianqi platform under all eyes.

Turning into a divine light to fight the bull!

For a time, it attracted the attention of countless people.

"Ok?"

Somewhere in the void, the white-haired boy suddenly frowned, looking back attentively, his pupils also shrinking.

As the land of the Great Zhou rushed into the sky, the south, Xihe, North Ju, and even the unknowable places in the world were all buzzing and shaking.

The nine divine lights rushed straight to the sky, and their light was radiant and dazzling, and the three-dimensional circle revealed a complex and vast picture of the mountains and rivers, and the nine-nine form, just like a humane dragon.

Like a giant dragon, like the sky on nine days, the sky and the earth are shaking all at once.

"Bronze tripod, pictures of mountains and rivers! How come?!"

"Three-three endless, six-six endless! This, this is Dayu's Ding Yilong three-three style!"

"Is he still alive?!"

The shocking vision manifested from the sky, reflected in the four seas and four continents, all knowable and unknowable places, awakened an old antique who was suppressed or retired.

One after another was shocked, tranced, indifferent, or hateful, all at once attracted by this vision of heaven and earth.

"Wow!"

On the occasion of the shocking day, when the crowd was watching, no one noticed it. It was in a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Emperor's capital.

With a cry, two little people.

born.

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