Great Dao Ji

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

After taking a deep look at the Taoist standing tall in the sky billions of miles away, the white-haired boy smiled strangely: "If you can break the method of Emperor Cang, maybe we will see each other again."

"Emperor!"

Looking at that scene, the prince's expression changed, and a touch of sadness rose from the depths of his soul, as if he was grieving for the death of a rabbit and the fox, and grieving for his kind: "Nanji he, he"

"The creation has the quality of immortality, but it has no immortal foundation after all."

The white-haired boy glanced at the prince casually, smiling: "Some people, once they die, can't come back."

As the voice floated, he had disappeared into nothingness.

Leaving only the prince with a face full of awe, shuddered, suppressed the complexity in his heart, and fled to a distance, not daring to stay at all.

Huh~

Under Panlong Peak, the huge air wave had not yet risen, but was already suppressed by an invisible force and could not leave the ground three feet, and could only spread rapidly along the horizon.

"It's over"

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

A huge peak rose from the ground, almost as high as Panlong Peak, but its power seemed to be faintly higher. The two were more than tens of thousands of miles apart, but seemed to be closely connected.

Not to mention him, even different practitioners could see the majestic giant peak.

At this time, there was a real spiritual light on the giant peak that flowed down like a waterfall. Where it fell, the earth like a big ruin was rejuvenated, and the dried-up rivers and lakes reappeared again.

The disturbed spiritual energy gradually recovered, and even exceeded it.

"Antarctic, fell"

Long Xingyi was a little dazed. Even if Ying Tiandao suppressed him for a full ten thousand years, the weight in his heart could never be compared with this Antarctic Great God.

Even though the Antarctic Great God had not yet resumed his cultivation, he was still a great creator, far beyond the reach of ordinary great cultivators of the Yuanshen.

Seeing the spirit of this great god returning to the world after his death, the shock he endured in his heart was far more intense than the capture of Ying Tiandao.

Looking at the Taoist in the sky again, his expression was shocked, and his mind was agitated and somewhat natural.

Without such strength, how could he have created a unified dynasty that belonged only to the human race in the era when gods and demons ruled the world?

"That breath."

Long Xingyi and even the Taoist masters of the Great Zhou, and the powerful people were in awe, and An Qisheng didn't care at all. He just looked at the southeast void with a ripple in his eyes.

Before killing the Antarctic Taoist, he had already sensed that there was an unusual gaze 380 million miles away in the southeast, peeping at him.

For mortals, this is an unreachable distance, but for him, it is not much different from being close at hand.

Therefore, he was alert to that person in the previous fight.

The strange thing is that the person clearly had the opportunity and ability to attack, but he did nothing and let himself kill the old Taoist of Antarctica.

"Purple air, purple air"

In a corner of the imperial capital, Lin Boxun couldn't help muttering, immersed in the scene he saw before, and he didn't seem to notice it even if his eyes were bleeding.

Until the end of the battle, he slowly came back to his senses and asked: "A ray of red, longevity can be expected, more than half red, immortality can be seen, gold foundation, destiny must be purple, what is purple?"

There are many colors of luck, gray and white are mediocre, red is extremely rare, and gold is even more needless to say, he has only seen it on his own prince grandfather Long Xingyi and 'Gong Yang Yan'.

But how far is the difference between gold and purple?

Not to mention that it was not a little purple light, but purple all over the sky, filling the world!

After twenty years of experience, Lin Boxun has already deeply understood the mystery of the ‘Destiny Compass’. Gold is the limit that destiny can give!

In the sea of ​​​​heart, Da Zizai seemed to be in great surprise. It took a long time before he responded:

[If the will of heaven is born as a human, his fortune must be purple.]

Boom!

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

"This, this is."

In the imperial capital, the frightened people also heard the thunder and looked up. At the end of the bright sky, there was a black line slowly coming.

Those who were still shallow in cultivation were still confused, and the cultivators who had cultivated above the golden elixir had changed their expressions again and exclaimed: "Thundercloud, thundercloud is coming again!"

Whoosh~

It swept in again with humid airflow.

Looking around from the Tianqi Terrace, I saw rolling thunderclouds rushing in from all directions, and the inky clouds seemed to cover the sky again!

The wind and rain that had just dissipated seemed to be reappearing!

Everyone looked at each other, some solemn, some relieved, and then looked at An Qisheng.

If this storm could be dispelled so easily, the three great dynasties and the major sects would not have been forced to obey the will of heaven and offer sacrifices to heaven from generation to generation without interruption.

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

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the strong forces could not dispel the wind and rain for a moment. The fact that this Taoist could dispel it for a moment was already a means they could not imagine.

"Prince, Hong, Taoist Hong Xuan!"

Looking at the rolling thunderclouds, King Jing walked out of the crowd with a complicated look in his eyes and a bad expression:

"If you don't offer sacrifices to the heaven, the wind and rain will not stop! If you two have any means, use them as soon as possible. If you don't have any means, I will restart the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven!"

King Jing sighed in his heart.

It's not that he is willing to offer sacrifices to the heaven, but he has to.

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 family. No one dares to forget it.

"Huh!"

Looking at the thunderclouds that came back, Long Xingyi was not surprised, as if he had already known the result.

But he was not panicked. Before King Jing finished speaking, he had already stepped forward, shook his sleeves, and bowed down in front of An Qisheng again: "Thank you, sir, for calming the storm and calming the wind and rain!"

This is what Long Xingyi really begged for.

Although Yingtian Dao is extremely powerful, he is not without means to deal with it. What he asked for is only this storm.

Moreover, he also believed that if there is anyone in the world who can calm this storm at this time, it can only be this Taoist in front of him.

Because the rain of offering sacrifices to the sky has a long history!

The first time that heavy rain fell from the sky because of not offering sacrifices to the sky, and the land was almost submerged in the ocean, was before the founding of Daxia!

King Yu of the Great Xia Dynasty was recognized by the people for his achievements in flood control, and he became a king with great achievements!

And the whole summer, the weather was good and the rain was good!

And the heavy rain reappeared before the fall of the Xia Dynasty and the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty. It was suspected that it was a decree of heaven and earth issued by a great man.

Huh!

In the rising wind, Long Xingyi bowed down.

The officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty on the Tianqi Stage were moved, and they all bowed down: "Thank you, sir, for calming the storm!"

Although King Jing was still skeptical about this scene, he still shook his sleeves and led a group of Taoist masters to bow down together.

"Rain of inspiration."

Looking at the approaching wind and rain, An Qisheng's eyes were slightly gloomy.

This seemingly ordinary wind, rain, thunder and lightning are rooted in the omnipresent and endless inspiration. Even the five-color divine light can only retreat for a moment.

To completely end this wind and rain, it is not something that ordinary means can do.

Fortunately, it is not without traces.

In the past two years, he has gradually found some clues in the sea of ​​information transmitted by the incarnations.

"Okay."

Thinking in his heart, An Qisheng raised his hand and helped everyone up: "Since I have promised, I will not break my promise."

As his voice floated, he had stepped onto the Tianqi Terrace and came to the bronze tripod that was three feet, three feet and three inches high.

This tripod has three legs and two ears. There are mottled copper rust on it, but you can vaguely see the scrolls that were once engraved on it. It was a raging flood that submerged the earth, and some people gathered on the mountains and bowed in fear.

"The Great Flood"

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

In the ancient times, gods and demons ruled the world, and similar floods occurred more than once. Every thousand or hundred years, it would eventually come. All those who did not practice or had shallow cultivation would perish in the raging flood.

These floods, like the whip of the heaven, constantly whipped all races and spirits, driving everyone away, whether they were willing or not, they could only walk on the path set by the gods and demons.

Became the "blood and flesh cauldron" that nurtured the spirit of the gods and demons, until a meteor shower came with the wind and rain.

A young man who was determined to control the flood because his father died in the flood, led the yellow cattle out of the forest.

"Si Wenming"

There seemed to be all kinds of flashes in front of his eyes. An Qisheng suppressed the surging memories in his heart, flicked his fingers, and tapped on the bronze giant tripod.

Buzz~~~

With just one finger, the rust on the bronze giant tripod had all fallen off.

A pure but not dazzling divine light, accompanied by this low and long humming, resounded through the imperial capital, and with the imperial capital as the center, the ubiquitous spirit as the medium, spread to the world!

Boom!

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of thunders exploded, and as the sound waves spread, the rolling thunderclouds paused for a moment.

"He can actually drive the Nine Cauldrons?!"

King Jing's pupils were shocked, and he felt that the scene in front of him was even more shocking than his suppression of Yingtian Dao, incredible.

The Nine Cauldrons of Daxia, according to legend, were the treasures of humanity created by Dayu by gathering the mountains and rivers of the world. Except for Dayu, no one, even his descendants, could activate them at all.

Dazhou had the treasure for 40,000 years, but could only watch it rust without any solution.

This Taoist can actually drive it? !

Buzz~

Buzz~~~

An Qisheng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and as he flicked his fingers, the divine light bursting out from the bronze giant tripod became more and more intense, until it flicked continuously.

The bronze giant tripod suddenly disappeared on the Tianqi stage in full view of everyone.

It turned into a divine light and rushed straight to Dou Niu!

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

"Hmm?"

Somewhere in the void, the white-haired boy suddenly frowned, looked back intently, and his pupils shrank.

As a stream of light from the Great Zhou land shot up into the sky, Nanzhan, Xihe, Beiju, and even the unknown lands of the four seas were all buzzing and shaking.

Nine divine lights shot straight up to the sky, and their light was brilliant and brilliant. In the blink of an eye, three circles appeared to show a complex and vast picture of mountains and rivers, and nine took shape, just like a giant dragon.

Like a giant dragon soaring into the abyss, like nine suns across the sky, for a moment, the world was shaken.

"Bronze tripod, mountain and river map! How could it be?!"

"Three threes are endless, six sixes are infinite! This, this is Dayu's tripod Yilong shape three threes!"

"Is he still alive?!"

The shocking phenomenon appeared from the sky, reflected in the four seas and continents, all the known and unknown places, awakening the old antiques who were either suppressed or closed.

All the eyes, some of them surprised, some dazed, some indifferent, and some hateful, were immediately attracted by this strange sight of heaven and earth.

"Wow!"

At this time when the earth was shaking and everyone was watching, no one noticed it, in a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

With a cry, two little people.

was born.