Apprentice the four-eyed Taoist master

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"Master, is this really a small world?"

Dragon Emperor nodded.

"Then why is it shattered?"

"There are many ways to make the world shatter. Looking at the remaining traces of this world, it should be that its Heavenly Dao was destroyed."

"Heavenly Dao was destroyed?"

Zhuge Wolong heard it for the first time.

"Heavenly Dao is the center that balances the four seasons of the world, Yin & Yang alternates. If it is beheaded, it will be broken in four dimensions. Volcanoes and earthquakes frequently occur, and the heavens and the earth are destroyed."

In this broken world, there are many cracks of amazing length, as well as huge volcanic craters.

This somewhat confirmed the Dragon Emperor's speculation.

"Master, can Heavenly Dao also be killed?"

"certainly!"

"Heavenly Dao is a collection of the laws of heaven and earth and the consciousness of sentient beings, just like Daeyo's imperial dragon energy, it can naturally be killed."

Zhuge Wolong nodded suddenly.

Glanced at him.

"Well, you have been delayed long enough here, let's get on the road. Now that you have the Xiantian Banyan Tree, your cave heaven will not heal the spiritual Qi deficiency, and you will be able to cultivation on the road in the future. If you find Chixian Shenzhou, you Don’t blame me for not being affectionate if the Cultivation Base doesn’t make any progress."

Zhuge Wolong's heart shuddered.

He never dared to neglect the Master's explanation.

"Master can rest assured that the disciples will definitely work hard to find the location of Shenzhou in Chixian County as soon as possible."

"Go ahead."

Zhuge Wolong nodded and quickly said: "By the way, if the disciple is gone, how can the Master go back?"

Spreading out his palms, a pocket altar flew out of the Dragon Emperor's left palm.

"I brought a teleportation array. With my own Spiritual Qi, it's enough to drive others back."

The relieved Zhuge Wolong fell on his knees.

"The disciple pays goodbye to his teacher."

"Go. If you encounter an irresistible danger, don't force it. You can talk about the future by saving your life. Remember."

Feeling the concern in the Master's tone, Zhuge Wolong was moved.

Kowtowing: "The disciple remembers the teacher's teaching!"

"Let's go."

There were few remaining sounds, and when Zhuge Wolong raised his head again, the dragon emperor's figure had disappeared.

Wiping away the remaining tears from the corner of his eyes, Zhuge Wolong jumped onto the Taijia Bailong Boat. In an instant, the white dragon boat seemed to have taken off a wild horse and flew straight to the depths of nothingness.

Standing on the top of the mountain, watching that string of silver light travel farther and farther, gradually being swallowed by darkness, the Emperor Long sighed and returned to the valley where Xiantian Banyan trees had grown before.

Seven days later, there is no Greenwood Spiritual Qi generated by Xiantian Spiritual Roots, and the surrounding vegetation has shown signs of withering.

At the top of the stone mountain in the center of the island, the Xiantian banyan tree was removed at the center, leaving a large hole with a diameter of 100 meters and a depth of tens of meters.

After feeling for a moment in silence, the Dragon Emperor opened his five fingers, a ray of light of five colors flew into the center of the big pit, went deep underground, and returned soon.

Surrounded by five-color clouds, the size of the millstone, gleaming black, white and yellow, the soil containing the rich mother of the earth appeared in front of him.

Seeing it, Dragon Emperor's always calm eyes also showed a fiery color.

"Xiantian fetish, three-color soil!"

Mother Earth Qi, also known as Xuanhuang Mother Qi, is a god of earth that contains good fortune.

It is not a simple earth attribute, but a Xiantian fetish that contains the laws of the emperor's way and good fortune.

It is even rarer than Xiantian Spiritual Roots.

Just a piece the size of a fingernail can create a piece of land.

"Sure enough, as I guessed before, pure Xiantian Spiritual Roots, if there is no good fortune cardinal, it is impossible to grow out of a barren ruin."

After calming down, Dragon Emperor thought for a while, and put the Tricolor Xi Yang back again.

There is no doubt that the previous Xiantian banyan tree and this tricolor soil are the relics of the previous world.

Without the intervention of their masters and apprentices, this tri-color soil would continue to gather good fortune spirituality and urge the banyan tree to grow.

Slowly, this barren world will repeat its vitality, and then it will be a brand new little thousand world.

Now that the banyan tree was taken away, if he took away this piece of soil again, it would undoubtedly be the last hope of severing the world.

It will only turn into an icy rock, drifting continuously in the void, and perhaps meet other good fortunes, and then become the world.

Maybe forever.

The reason why the Dragon Emperor left this three-color breathing soil was not because he had compassion in his heart and wanted to help this world. Rather, I want to make it more useful.

After putting the soil back to its original place, with a wave of his hand, a stream of light flew into the grass next to the lake.

With a ‘boom’, the light shines.

A three-story bluestone altar covering an area of ​​acres appeared on the spot.

Reaching out a finger, Magic power surged, and the altar shone brightly. As time passed, a stem and lush plum blossoms flew out of it.

Also accompanied by a silver-white three-foot long sword.

After Mei counted out the teleportation array, it swelled instantly, and in the blink of an eye she was a hundred feet tall.

Under the command of the Dragon Emperor Clone, he fell into the pit where the Xiantian Banyan Tree was originally located. The thick root system not only covered the big pit, but also surrounded the entire stone island.

It is two hundred feet long, and the root system of nearly three hundred feet spread out, like a giant dragon, plunged into the ground, and then touched the three-color soil at the moment.

This Xiantian white plum tree obtained from the ancient Longting Garden, conceived in the soil, instantly regained the spirit and vomited a huge amount of Spiritual Qi.

It can be seen to the naked eye that after the Xiantian banyan tree was removed, the already withered vegetation quickly returned to blue.

Moreover, as if taking Shiquan Dabu Pills, it spread quickly to the surroundings.

The oasis, which was originally only ten thousand acres in size, was rapidly expanding like an isolated island.

Within half an hour, the scope of the oasis has increased a hundredfold!

More than a dozen hills around have become vibrant.

One by one, the green grass is still stubbornly spreading around, but the speed is not as fast as it was at the beginning.

Looking at the thin clouds that just appeared above the valley, Emperor Long nodded in satisfaction.

"At this rate, within a hundred years, one-tenth of this world will be restored to life, and a thin atmosphere will be produced, and this world will be resurrected."

However, his purpose is not to make this world come alive.

But let it become the foundation of the new world.

Reach out and grab the flying lock magic sword!

Lotus Position sat down under the white plum tree.

Xiantian Baimeishu is the only Xiantian Spiritual Roots in Xu Junming's hands. The value is amazing, but you can't lose it.

However, in the void, life is lonely, even without him guarding here, it is estimated that no one will find this place.

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"boom!"

Demonic Beasts, which were more than thirty feet long, were smashed into meat sauce with a spear like an Optimus pillar that fell from the sky.

Black and smelly flesh and blood are flying all over the sky, like a pouring rain, falling down.

Hundreds of cultivators who are stunned in the North Sea on weekdays, a group of chic and self-proclaimed superior cultivators, seem to dance like crazy with the Magical Item in their hands, and slay the skulls and corpses that are rushing to the city.

They are not alone. They are thirty li long, a hundred meters tall, and a huge mottled city. Tens of thousands of cultivators resist the city and guard the city. Overwhelmingly indestructible bones, witches, and zombies are coming here like a tide.

Whether inside or outside the city, there is already a sea of ​​corpses and blood, killing the sky.

Wang Chao retracted his spear, looked at the cultivator army with a faintly ruined image, and sat down with Chilong silently.

The mounts who have been with each other for many years understand the master's wishes.

"True tactics of ten thousand beasts dominance!"

One person and one dragon shined brightly and quickly merged together.

A huge red dragon with a body length of four hundred feet and infinitely approaching the realm, appeared in the air.

Chilong opened his huge mouth, and the hot dragon fire, like a punishment from heaven, spread thousands of miles in an instant.

When the three dragons went down, the outside of Guancheng was already plunged into a sea of ​​flames.

The ghost ghost that once overwhelmed the sky was also instantly burned to ashes by the scorching dragon fire.

Without support from the rear, the participating Ghost was quickly beheaded by the cultivator army.

"Dragon King, Dragon King...!"

The mountains roared and cheered like a tsunami, erupting from the mouths of those cultivators who had survived the disaster, and the eyes of the red dragon in the sky were full of admiration.

‘Huh’, a bleak and icy wind blew by, and the faint green frost erupted from a distance, instantly extinguishing the dragon fire within a hundred feet of nirvana.

The ice and the dragon fire violently collide, and no one can do anything about it.

The dragon looked at the figure shrouded in a black robe thousands of miles away.

"Wufeng, if you want to destroy my Chilong Pass, you are a little bit close."

In the black robe, a pale middle-aged man looked at the scarlet dragon opposite with gloomy eyes.

"Damn, this guy's Cultivation Base has become stronger."

He asks himself that his aptitude and comprehension are also top-notch geniuses, second only to a few Dharma kings in the Witch God Sect.

But the guy opposite, when they first met eighteen years ago, it was in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Eighteen years later, it has reached the Nascent Soul late stage.

Not only is Cultivation Base better than him, but what makes him even more depressed is that the opponent still has Lingbao in his hands.

After sitting down with the red dragon, coupled with the spirit treasure in his hand, even the primordial primordial king of the teachings can contend against one or two.

Had it not been for the Lingbao'Ten Thousand Soul Banner' given by the leader in his own hand, I was afraid that he would have been beheaded and killed by the opponent at Chilong Pass a long time ago.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, Wu Feng also knew that if he continued to fight, he would not only be unable to win the Chilong Pass, but he was afraid that he would also be here.

"Withdraw!"

Shaking the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand, leading the army of the Sorcerer Sect, slowly retreating away.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chao breathed a sigh of relief, and after unfitting, took Chilong back to Chilong Pass.

Back to the mansion in the city, the disciple guarding the city immediately greeted him.

"City Lord!"

"Brother Wang!"

It is the Sect disciples or Rogue Cultivators from the mountain and sea world who call the city lord.

The one who called him Senior Brother Wang was undoubtedly a disciple of the Chongshan line.

The tall Wang Chao, with a red dragon around his waist and a helmet and buckle, walked into the guarding Great Hall in the middle of the city in the respect of everyone.

After Dama Jindao sat on the main seat, he ordered the six Nascent Soul deputy city lords and 48 Gold Core generals to treat the wounded, arrange for the army to repair, repair the formation of the city, and many other things before returning to the own room to rest.

After moving the protective circle, Wang Chao's face showed a trace of fatigue.

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