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"Hunyuan Wuji, Master has become a saint!" On the top of Wanshou Mountain, Haotian's eyes flashed with strange light, and he couldn't help but murmur.

Everyone looked up and saw golden flowers falling from the void, and countless golden lotus appeared on the ground, with fragrance swelling up from the nose. Above the sky, a figure appeared faintly, wrapped by endless mysterious yellow aura and golden light of merit.

The mysterious sounds are everywhere, the Tao is full of meaning, and the people of the world suddenly feel aroused.

The ancestor Hongjun closed his eyes tightly, as if he was feeling this mysterious artistic conception, and his figure became more ethereal, as if it was integrated with the heaven and the earth.

The symbol of becoming a saint is that the soul lies in the void and becomes the immortal master. I think the ancestor is taking this most critical step at this moment.

The gratitudes of billions of creatures turned into a powerful power of faith and rushed into the mysterious golden light. Under the nourishment of the milky white trickle, the Heavenly Dao Dharma Wheel and the mysterious golden light skyrocketed several times.

Over Penglai Island in the East China Sea, the Chaos Ancestor and Yang Mei's Ancestor flashed with complex lights, as if envious, as if helpless, as if excited. The two ancestors looked at each other and whispered: "Gather luck and one body, kill three corpses to achieve enlightenment, ruthless and affectionate, we are beyond the reach of the world, for nothing, for nothing, if we don't encounter a great disaster, we will never be born again."

The ancestor Hongjun practiced the secret art of creation, followed the nature, and gradually merged with the heaven and earth. From thousands of miles to billions of miles, it continued to expand. This mysterious and majestic divine thought brushed across the entire prehistoric continent like the wind.

The river solidified, the spiritual energy solidified, and the matter in the entire space was completely still. In an instant, it seemed as if there was no time and space.

Looking at the figure on the clouds in awe, Haotian's mind trembled, "This is the realm of a saint. No wonder he is said to be all ants under the saint!"

The vast spiritual will fill the entire space, oppressing the mountains, rivers and earth. All living beings in the prehistoric world feel terrifying pressure. Beings below the Daluo realm almost lost their breathing ability, and their physical functions, including blood, were almost frozen at that moment.

The saint has absolute control over the space where he is located, and can control the power of life and death of hundreds of millions of sentient beings with just one thought.

The entire prehistoric space trembled endlessly, and the endless luck gathered together under the guidance of a dark wave and applied to the ancestor Hongjun. After a while, the power of luck and faith and the power of faith reached its peak. The ancestor suddenly opened his eyes, and two mysterious golden lights burst out, shattering the void billions of miles. The great masters stared at the eyes, and it was unbelievable that this was the supreme saint, and a look of his eyes had such power.

The figure of the ancestor Hongjun seemed to be everywhere, with compassionate and peaceful eyes, and a vague and vast breath, as if it were a mountain, pressing against the hearts of the immortals.

The ancestor's eyes were confused, full of chaos, and the earth fire and Feng Shui were endless in his eyes.

At this time, the Qiankun Cauldron appeared and floated above the ancestor's head, emitting a mass of creation energy that entangled around his body. Immediately afterwards, Pangu Banner, Tai Chi Diagram, Yiyuan Bead, Kunlun Mirror and other treasures appeared one by one, emitting various brilliances, dazzling and dazzling.

Stepping on the auspicious clouds, the ancestor Hongjun's every move seemed to touch the veins of heaven and earth, giving people the feeling that they were facing the entire world. This feeling was mysterious and mysterious.

"It's been billions of years, and it's finally done," Old Ancestor Hongjun sighed, and the thunder of heaven and earth was trembling, and an unprecedentedly powerful pressure came. All the monks, including the quasi-saint, were inexplicably shocked and bowed to the ground.

The way of heaven changes, the way of greatness, the mystery of the universe, all of this is nothing mysterious in the eyes of the ancestor Hongjun, everything is clear.

"Huh!", the ancestor suddenly looked towards the western Demon Abyss, with surprise eyes. With his steps, he had already reached the area of ​​the Ten Thousand Cave Demon Palace.

"Rahu, God has the virtue of living. Since I have achieved enlightenment, I will save your life today. But death sentences can be avoided, and living sentences cannot be escaped!" As soon as the words fell, the ancestor pointed a lightly, and a mysterious wave spread rapidly, and instantly disappeared into the boundless demonic energy.

Suddenly the sword light ran around in the demonic energy, followed by a shrill scream.

"Hongjun, since you have achieved enlightenment, why did you offend me again!" As the demonic aura drifted, an illusory demon shadow gathered.

"The battle between you and me is the number of days, but I don't want you to have a deep blessing. You use your physical body to explode to protect some of your soul. Today I will use the secret technique of the great way to seal your residual soul. The way of heaven flows, and you only have time to escape from difficulties!" Regardless of Luohu's protest, the ancestor Hongjun pinched the seal with both hands and pushed forward gently. The mysterious rune suddenly appeared and wrapped around Luohu.

"Open!" The ancestor Hongjun shouted softly, and the ground instantly cracked, and the bottomless abyss appeared. Then he bounced his fingers and the ancestor Luohu fell down in a scream.

Finally, the ancestor sealed the cracked earth and carved countless obscure runes on the spot to protect this suppression place.

A hundred years later, in the Yujing Mountains of Kunlun, Hongjun Cave Palace, and the pavilion in the heart of the lake, the ancestor sat opposite Haotian.

"Master, since Luohu is your nemesis, why do you still have his life?" Haotian's eyes were full of doubts.

The ancestor smiled "hehe" and stroked his beard gently, saying, "Demon and Tao are all methods to pursue the great way. Luohu's sword takes a detour, but he is still a master. The two masters of the Demon and Tao are trapped in endless disputes."

After a hundred years, the ancestor Hongjun completely consolidated the strength of the Holy Lord Hunyuan. He was so happy that he talked with Haotian at the Huxin Pavilion. During this period, Haotian asked the ancestor about many cultivation issues of the Creation lineage, and the ancestor naturally smiled and solved the doubts one by one.

At sunset, the ancestor suddenly said, "Tomorrow I will return to the Chaos Space to perfect the Zixiao Palace. Can the disciples go with me?"

When Haotian thought that there was nothing big to do recently, he nodded and agreed.

The next day, the sky was dawn, and two streams of light disappeared into Tianxu instantly.

The ancestor Hongjun and Haotian left quietly, and there was no slight turmoil in the prehistoric world. Since the ancestor Hongjun achieved enlightenment, the prehistoric world was extremely peaceful. After seeing the strength of the saint, the major forces were extremely peaceful.

There is no time to cultivate the truth, and thousands of years are fleeting. On this day, the Buzhou Mountains have stirred up again, and the Qilin clan suddenly launched an attack on the nearby tribes such as the Witch clan.

After Luohu was sealed, the blood evil energy that spread across the world decreased a lot. Many cultivators with advanced realms started to practice again, but some creatures were still affected by the blood evil energy and were still looking for Qingming in the killing.

There are many monks in the three tribes. Although countless casualties were killed or injured in previous battles, their combat power should not be underestimated. Luohu was defeated, the demon clan was dormant, and the three tribes became more arrogant and domineering, and began a new round of competition, which was the Qilin clan.

Since the Ancestral Dragon exploded and fell, the dragon clan gradually became weaker. Under the leadership of the Great Elder, it began to implement the policy of keeping a low profile, only maintaining its original territory and no longer expanding.

At the same time, the Feng tribe also reached an agreement with major races and forces in the Southern Continent and did not move for the time being.

The witch clan has a huge power, and the great witch is warlike. The Qilin clan lost 200,000 troops but failed to achieve success, and had to fall into a stalemate and protracted war.

In the Tongtian River Basin, ship operations have returned to normal, and you can see the fairy ship driving rapidly on the river from afar.

"Boatman, how long will it take to get to the Buzhou Mountain Area?" A strong dark man in the fairy ship cabin asked loudly.

"Guest Master, this place is called Fenghuangling, and it will take three days to go away from the destination." An old man with white hair flying at the helm had a rosy face and full of energy. He was filled with pressure from his body. He was obviously a powerful man in the realm of the Nine Heavens Xuanxian.

"Why is it called Fenghuangling?" The man looked at the cliffs on both sides, full of doubts.

The old man smiled slightly and said, "It is rumored that this place is the place where the emperor bee practices. Look at the mountain opposite, I heard that the emperor bee attained the position of the Daluo Golden Immortal." As he spoke, the old man pointed to the cliff on the shore.

The great Han Dynasty's mysterious skills were circulating, gathering divine light into his eyes, but he saw countless demon bees clinging to the cliffs a hundred miles away.

Suddenly, the man's face changed, his expression froze, and he blurted out: "No, it alarmed the strong man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fairy ship shook, and the old boatman comforted him: "It's okay, the king of bees loves to joke, and he won't make things difficult for me."

Sure enough, I was safe and sound for a long time.

"Master, I heard that Xi Kunlun is a holy place for casual cultivators. I wonder if I can see you this time?" The dark man looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.

"Brother Huang Xing, I heard that you have entered the ranks of Daluo not long ago. Can you show us some methods and let everyone know them?" The person who spoke was also a passenger, who was a casual cultivator in Cangmang Mountain and had acquaintance with Huang Xing for many years.

Huang Xing smiled honestly and said, "Okay, let you see my strength!" After that, he slashed hard at the mountains in the distance with his five fingers.

Thousands of feet of swords suddenly took shape, and there was a burst of "crackling" sound, and dozens of mountains were instantly cut into flat ground.

"Wow!" The other passengers of the boat were filled with exclamation, and their expressions changed. They couldn't help but look at the young man in front of them with admiration.

"Who are you, disturbing me from practicing me!" Just as everyone was excited, the ruins of the mountain in the distance exploded, and a figure shouted and flew towards the Tongtian River.

Huang Xing frowned, his spiritual sense was released, his expression changed inexplicably, and he said to the people next to him: "Be careful, this is a Daluo Golden Immortal."

"Da Luo Golden Immortal!" The passengers' faces changed drastically, and then they all looked at Huang Xing. Here, except Huang Xing, the others were no different from ants in front of Da Luo Golden Immortal.

Huang Xing nodded gently, let out a long whistle, and was born.

The visitor looked like a young man, wearing a dragon-patterned Taoist robe, with a small snake spitting on his arms, and his eyes were like torches. He looked like a strange man.

"I have never known fellow Taoist, why did fellow Taoist destroy my cave? Is it because I bully me?" The man in the dragon robe looked cold and there was no trace of emotion when he spoke.

Huang Xing was so scared by his stare that he said to himself: "Looking at his breath, he was also a monk who had just entered Daluo, but he had such ability. I wonder what kind of foreign object had achieved enlightenment?"

When the young man saw Huang Xing, he did not say anything, thought he agreed and was furious. With a wave of the dragon robe, the powerful aura of the destruction of the universe instantly rushed towards Huang Xing.

Huang Xing's expression remained unchanged, and he let out a long roar, and the sound was filled with the power of the dragon roar, and he went forward with a loud bang.

The two auras collided, causing a strong wind of energy, and the yellow robe roared in the wind.

Suddenly, the young man in the dragon robe had his eyes shining, staring at Huang Xing's jade pendant on his waist, and said, "Who is Haotian?"

"How could you know the name of my master?" Huang Xing looked alert.

The young man in the dragon robe laughed: "What a Haotian, even his disciples are so powerful. Boy, my name is Hoshino, and he is a good friend of the teacher!" As he spoke, a colorful jade pendant suddenly appeared in his hand. After careful look, it was exactly the same as the jade pendant on Huang Xing's waist.

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Chapter completed!