Chronicles of Heaven

The mountains and rivers are beautiful and beautiful.

The strands of heaven and earth can fall from the sky with a flash of aura, nourishing the unusually thick green hills, and the water is exceptionally beautiful.

Qinglian Guan is right in front of her.

The witch iron is standing on a hill outside Qinglian Temple, looking back at the heavy Taoist temples of Qinglian Temple, as well as the mountains and rivers, occupying the elegant pavilions of the original Daoyun.

Behind the witch iron body, Wan Duxun squinted his eyes, and his eyes flashed with fierce light.

"This large mountain guardian formation is very mysterious ... you may not be able to sneak in." Wan Duxun said to Wu Tie seriously: "Although you have a life-saving grace for the deity, from The old man saved the deity, but you don't want the deity to die with you. "

"If the Qinglian Mountain Guardian Faction is touched, the dynasty's salary fire will surely start."

Wan Duxun said in a respected voice: "I haven't lived enough, and I still value this old life."

"You don't need to work hard ... Qinglian Guan's big mountain team, but that's it."

Wu Tie shook his head lightly: "And there is the Nine Kings in turmoil. Do you think that there will be a big fire? Can it still be started?"

Wan Duxun nodded slowly, he took a deep breath, and then a blurry road pattern appeared on his body. Accompanying the subtle sound of 嗤嗤 嗤嗤, the size of a fist is covered with colorful stripes, like the lines on a poisonous insect, and the daunting seal of the avenue is slowly condensing.

Wan Duan Zun took a breath and touched his heart.

He grabbed the seal and handed it to Witch Iron: "This is 90% of the poison in the deity, and it also integrates all of the deities' understanding of poison. The ordinary half-step respected goods are immediately dead. No luck. "

"Very good." Wutie carefully took the poisonous seal of Wan Duxun.

He looked at Wan Duxun and Shen said: "You, you can go back ... this thing, wouldn't it be unreliable?"

Wan Duxun Zun nodded his head solemnly: "So, this is why the deity followed you to take the adventure of King Wu ... There is a mana constraint on this deity, and within an hour, this seal is not harmful to King Wu."

"After an hour ..." Wan Duxun looked at the colorful seal, and said in a deep voice: "Loss of the king's control, with a loud noise, he will burst out, and everyone around him will die."

Shaking his head, Wanduo Zunzun turned around and turned into a slap-sized bird to the west.

"Wang Wang, the deity does not know what you want to do. However, if Qinglian Guan is so easily calculated, we in the western demons will not be blocked by them for so many years."

"On the dynasty's territory, even if they were struggling, they wanted to rely on this poison of the deity. Counting the entire Qinglian concept, it was difficult, difficult, difficult ... Qinglian concept of alchemy was good. Quite annoying. "

"Not to mention, their mountain guards are really powerful."

Wan Duan ran away.

Wu Tie took this highly poisonous seal seal condensed by Wan Duan Zun Zun and walked easily towards Qinglian Guan.

In front of him, waves of different colors and ripples wafted in the air, the shape of the witch iron gradually blurred, as if a drop of water merged into the sea, and it easily invaded the mountain guard of the Qinglian Temple.

The immense power of the soul is like soft water, and the moisturizer spreads silently within the view of Qinglian.

Wu Tie ’s cultivation is now almost Tao. His spirit power spreads out, like a wind, like a drop of rain, like a blade of grass shaking gently, like a bug inadvertently tweeting.

Everything blends into nature, and everything happens naturally.

Carrying this poisonous seal of the seal, the witch iron seemed to go straight into the unmanned realm, walking comfortably inside the Qinglian Temple.

His psychic powers invaded the halls, the pavilions, and the chambers of the Chamber of Secrets. No restraint was triggered and no large array was activated.

He heard the voices of countless elders and disciples, and the huge spirit quickly dissected useful information from it.

That's right, those so-called counter-path people are the chess pieces of Qinglian Guan.

They did break through, but they still obeyed the instructions of Qinglian Guan.

They sat in the rebel army, helped the rebel king siege the city, slaughtered Limin, and even created an altar to sacrifice to the gods.

Among the disciples of Qinglianguan, Wu Tie did find the suspected misty tribe, the blood and blood avatars of the gods of the wisdom deities.

There are many disciples of Qinglianguan who are using clever ways to influence the decisions of the elders of Qinglianguan ... In their conversation with the elders of Qinglianguan, even the 'gods' and 'respect levels' appeared directly ',' Immolation ',' Longevity '.

Even some of the elders of Qinglianguan, their breath has become very wrong.

Wu Tie even found traces of heterogeneous multi-spiral streamers in the bodies of some Qinglian elders. These multi-spiral streamers are the bloodlines of the gods, and they are the strange avenues controlled by the gods.

Elders with a view of Qinglian actually integrated the blood of the gods into their bodies?

They, tampering with their blood, seeing the strange avenues ... they can no longer be regarded as pure Pangu relics.

Wu Tie remembered what the pig just said.

The four old demon statues, such as the old man and the old saw, are different from the descendants of the pig Ganga and the golden eye demon. Those four old guys have very vicious bloodlines. In the western demon country, you can't find any bloodlines similar to those four old guys.

"Mixed with the blood of other races ... strange." Wu Tie left the front mountain of Qinglian View and entered the back mountain of Qinglian View.

He followed the bluestone path and briskly walked to a forbidden area in Houshan.

Hundreds of disciples who have cultivated themselves as high-level Qinglian Guan guarded it, and they cooperated with the large array to keep it from leaking.

Witch iron is not water, he is almost a Taoist being.

His perception of matrix formation and his accomplishments in matrix formation have surpassed all array formation masters in Qing Lianguan's history.

So Wu Tie easily entered the forbidden area, followed a long martyrdom, tens of thousands of miles underground, and came to a glorious atmosphere in the underground palace.

The huge underground palace is nearly thousands of miles long and hundreds of miles high.

The four walls, ground and ceiling of the palace are all clusters of cyan elements.

The cyan element crystal that blooms like a flower continuously extracts huge energy from heaven and earth. After transformation, it is transformed into a vigorous and genius-like treasure such as 'earth vein element milk'. Yuan Jing dripped.

The cyan transparent juice is full of vitality, sprayed from all directions like a rainstorm, and evenly sprinkled on the 100,000 jade coffins suspended in the air.

One hundred thousand jade coffins were neatly suspended in mid-air, the lid of the coffin was half-open and half-closed, and these cyan juices slid down the coffin, nourishing a self-closed, self-imposed Taoist body in the coffin.

Here, there are 100,000 half-step senior Qinglianguan elders asleep.

This is where the greatest insight of Qinglian View lies.

Wu Tie looked at the 100,000 coffins and shook his head gently.

"Slaying all the people on the continent is not enough for you to break through the ranks."

"You, after slaughtering the Chinese continent, will launch an offensive against other continents ... you are enough.