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Three flowers gather in the top, the five qi are facing the Yuan, and the body forms a cycle, which is connected to the large circulation within the universe, and its strength has increased by dozens of times.

"The realm of Juexian is really extraordinary. No wonder he didn't decide the winner with Xiaolin twice. Now that the soul has evolved, the true energy has increased dramatically. Who is the quasi-saint? "Silently sensed the situation in his body, Haotian murmured to himself. Haotian was confident that he would win in half a day again. Of course, the premise is that Xiaolin has not made much progress in recent years.

Daluo Juexian was born, and strange phenomena occurred in the heaven and earth. Five-colored rays of rays appeared in the western Kunlun area, which did not dissipate for a long time. However, the coverage of the rays of rays was small, which was incomparable to the power of the birth of quasi-Sun.

After counting on my fingers, it has been sixty years. Sixty years are not long for immortal cultivators, but it has a profound impact on the prehistoric situation. In the past sixty years, Xiniu Hezhou, the Demon Palace and the Beast King clan joined forces, and more than 1.5 million soldiers were recruited, confronting the Allied forces formed by the three clan monks and the alliance of random cultivators.

Small-scale frictions almost never stopped, and countless soldiers and innocent creatures were killed or injured.

In the southern continent, the God-killing Organization suddenly transferred its troops and took the vast territory south of the Cangmang Mountains. The alliance army led by Panwang in southern Xinjiang was slightly inferior to God-killing. They suffered defeats in several battles, suffered heavy losses, and suffered a great blow, and the territory gradually became smaller. The Phoenix tribe did not participate in the battle head-on, but often sent experts to assassinate the senior management of the God-killing Organization. In just the past sixty years, God-killing God has lost three Daluo Jinxian and dozens of powerful people at the peak of the Nine Heavens Xuanxian.

Perhaps because he was afraid of the foundation of the Phoenix clan, the God of Killing kept swallowing his anger. Not only did he not fight back, he also sent envoys to contact the Phoenix clan from time to time. The distribution of forces in the Nanzhan Continent was the most subtle, and war and peace were just a matter of thought. Neutral forces such as Qingfengxuan gradually united under the threat of the three major forces and established a temporary offensive and defensive alliance.

In Dongsheng Shenzhou, the Golden Dragon clan was unable to continue to expand its territory, so the focus was shifted to the sea. Especially the discovery of spirit stone veins on some islands near the mainland in the East China Sea, which further stimulated the dragon clan's determination to enter the sea.

The blue sea ushered in a new round of bloody storms. The Golden Dragon Clan is the strongest population in the entire dragon clan, with sixteen Golden Immortals alone. In the beginning, if the dragon clan is in a state of no one, it will wipe out dozens of large and medium-sized islands. Later, the sea clans gave up prejudices and temporarily united, gathering the power of the multi-sect clan to finally stop the dragon clan's pace.

The two sides launched a fierce island battle and gradually came to a deadlock.

The power of the Dragon Clan is transferred, giving the Phoenix and Qilin Clan an opportunity to take advantage of it. They have invaded the original Golden Dragon Clan territory on a large scale. If the Dragon Clan Holy City had not been dispatched in time to stop some soldiers, the Dragon Clan's ten thousand-year foundation in Dongsheng Shenzhou would be destroyed.

Zhenren Minghua and Huang Ya took Bai Ze's measures to consolidate their original power, not expand, and wait and see what happened. This measure eliminated the war and troubles of the local scattered cultivator alliance.

Beijuluzhou, Feilong Castle, the Dragon Army fought thousands of times with the Xuanwu Army, and both sides lost tens of thousands. In the end, the soldiers didn't even know why they fought, the city, race, or belief?

The situation in the prehistoric world was explained to Haotian by the mount Lei Ming. Over the years, Lei Ming returned to Yujing Mountain to study secret techniques, hoping to make a difference on the battlefield.

When Haotian left the seclusion, Lei Ming, who had a soul contract, felt it at the first time. Looking at the man in front of him who was elegant and powerful, Lei Ming's eyes flashed with awe.

Daluo Juexian, the supreme immortal among immortals, cannot be disrespected to everyone. After leaving the customs, Haotian walked to lightning to meet the ancestor Hongjun.

The ancestor was still wearing a mysterious suit, with white beard facing the wind, holding a whisk in his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and immersed in the ocean of Tao.

Haotian arrived, awakening the ancestor. The ancestor looked at Haotian lightly and said softly: "Using the laws under the elemental rules to be promoted smoothly, which is good."

After saying that, Old Ancestor Hongjun smiled slightly and waved his sleeves into the air.

Haotian felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the gray scenery around him blurred slightly, and he thought it would break like a lens. Then he suddenly smelled the fresh fragrance of plants and trees in his nose, and at the same time he heard the sound of the stream flowing.

He felt a stern in his heart and he was busy exploring around him. Everything around him suddenly turned into a completely different world, but his breath was extremely familiar.

"Qiankun Cauldron!" A strange light flashed in Haotian's eyes, and he slowly spit out three words.

The scenery inside the Qiankun Cauldron is beautiful, with blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters appearing in your eyes. The only difference between the outside world is that the power of creation is enriched around you, which is more than ten times that of the prehistoric world.

Haotian stepped out in one step and stepped on a slowly circulating clear stream. The stream was not deep, just half a piece of calves, and even saw a few half-foot-long goldfish swimming leisurely by their feet, not afraid of strangers at all.

On the bank of the stream, there is a thatched hut. Two old men are playing chess on the wooden stakes in front of the house.

Walking slowly to the chess game, Haotian saluted to both of them and stood quietly aside. The chess game took quite a long time, and it took several days and nights to determine the outcome. Haotian watched patiently and immersed himself in it.

Life is like a game of chess, and the opponent is the environment we are in. Some people can predict more than ten steps or even dozens of steps to make arrangements early; some people can only see a few steps away, or even take one step, count one step.

Cultivating immortals and practicing Taoism is also a game of chess, and the opponent will be converted into destiny. Destiny is a kind of power in the dark, and no one has any advantage in front of it. Just like in a chess game, you are a novice and it is a nine-dan. To finish this game, the only way to rely on is courage.

The great trend of the Heavenly Dao is like a chess. It doesn’t require you to start the game, because it has already set up an endgame waiting for you. There is hope and disappointment in it. There are countless dangers hidden, but it also contains infinite vitality.

The glitz of the world is like chess. Every step you take must be carefully considered! Don’t give up easily, because every monk has only one chance to fight against the sky.

In Haotian's eyes, this chess game is constantly changing, and the artistic conception it contains is constantly changing, and finally I am lost in it.

Haotian stood motionless next to the chessboard, with black and white chess pieces flowing in his eyes, and his whole body exuded a mysterious aura. The ancestor Hongjun and the Taoist Qiankun looked at each other and disappeared into this space.

Half a month later, after waking up from the artistic conception of the chess game. Haotian opened his eyes and there was no trace of the ancestor Hongjun.

"Is this?" Haotian was slightly surprised by picking up the two jade slips on the wooden stakes of the chessboard. The two jade slips had a different aura and special production techniques. The mysterious yellow jade slips exude the aura of creation, and the light on them was full of colors, which was striking the soul. The colorless jade slips exude a chaotic aura, simple and mysterious.

The power of the soul sinks into the mysterious yellow jade slip, but it is the method of practicing the profound practice of natural secret techniques and the teachings of the ancestor Hongjun. The power of creation is the master of the ancestor Hongjun. His move is nothing more than to think that Haotian will take the natural way further in the Qiankun Cauldron. In this way, even if he becomes a saint or has an accident in the future, his robe and bowl can be passed on.

The colorless jade slip that flashes fluorescently contains many chaotic secret techniques and experience in practicing the law of time. However, this jade slip was not made by the ancestor Hongjun, but was condensed by the spirit of the Qiankun Cauldron. This jade slip plays a crucial role in the cultivation of Haotian's chaos rules.

There are about forty years left, which is enough for Haotian to cultivate the laws of nature to the realm of Daluo Juexian. Especially after owning these two jade slips, many bottlenecks will be solved and the perception will be smoother.

Forty years outside, hundreds of years have passed in the Qiankun Cauldron.

Hundreds of years of light blinked by, leaving no trace. In the hut, Haotian sat cross-legged. Natural power and creation power surrounded him in an orderly manner. Suddenly, strong winds blew, great earthquakes, mountains collapsed, thunder and lightning in the sky, waves of mysterious energy radiated from Haotian, sweeping across the six directions.

After a long time, Haotian's body shook and suddenly burst out with a powerful natural force. With a loud "boom", the thatched hut that was blessed instantly disappeared.

After breaking through the hut, the natural power did not decrease, and its power continued to sweep rapidly around. Wherever it passed, the landforms changed, the plants and trees changed, and the spirit beasts were throbbing.

Such a large formation naturally alarmed the Taoist Qiankun, who was the weapon spirit, and saw him appearing out of thin air above Haotian, waved his hand to soothe the riot energy, then turned to Haotian and said, "It's a joyful and congratulations, my Tao is not alone!"

The Taoist Qiankun surprised Haotian, and his surprise flashed through his eyes, "Seniors have amazing strength, how dare you compare with me!"

"A few days ago, thanks to the help of the commander, I let some of my soul merge into this body and get rid of the fate of the Taoist Tao. From now on, my friend will be the best friend to me." The Taoist Qiankun smiled generously.

Through communication, Haotian knew the secret of the Daoist of Qiankun. The Qiankun Cauldron was formed in the chaos of Hongmeng, and was unique, gathering luck and magical powers into one body. However, it was a tool that could not be transformed into a Taoist body. After suffering, the spirit of the weapon could finally be separated from its original body and practiced. He was naturally excited. The spirit of the Qiankun Cauldron Cauldron was two parts, one continued to entrench inside the tripod, controlling the restrictions and space of the divine tripod, and the other was living outside, building the rules of creation, and being able to bear the great way of the prehistoric world.

As long as the body of the Qiankun Cauldron is still there, the soul that is submerged outside the body will be immortal, which is equivalent to an immortal body. One day, the soul that is submerged outside the body will reach the late stage of the quasi-saint. In theory, it can be combined with the spirit of the cauldron in the cauldron to be able to attain the Great Perfection of the Quasi-saint, completely get rid of the fate of the artifact, and become the supreme powerhouse below the saint. Of course, this probability is quite low, but for the spirit of the artifact, one in billions of chance is also worth a try.

"I don't have much hope of proof of the Tao. I hope you can achieve something in the future, so it's not in vain that I will teach you!" The Taoist Qiankun looked a little bleak and his tone was quite sighing.

"Senior, don't worry, if you have the ability, Haotian will definitely wish you a handful of strength!" Haotian said seriously.

The Taoist Qiankun smiled slightly and took Haotian away from the world inside the tripod.

In the blessed land of Cave Heaven, the ancestor Hongjun had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Haotian coming out, he didn't say much and said directly: "The demon cultivator of Wuzhuang Temple is just the last struggle. You should try your best to protect the casual cultivators of the two holy places."

Haotian frowned slightly and flew away.

Seeing Haotian go away, Taoist Qiankun asked, "The ancestor knew that Haotian would inevitably have a conflict with the three tribes during this trip, why did he send him there?"

The ancestor Hongjun's eyes were blurred, as if he was murmuring to himself: "The Eastern Prince has died and his fortune is dispersed. If he can get some, his future will be limitless."

"But luck is vague and impermanent, it can promote growth and accelerate destruction!"

"There are so many chess games, and the world is impermanent. This is exactly what I want him to watch the game..."
Chapter completed!