This wilderness is too dangerous

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The melodious bells resounded throughout the ancient world, and whether it was the innate sacred people or ordinary people, a majestic Taoist sound sounded in their minds.

"I am Yuan Lian, the Emperor of Heaven, who controls the stars and the sky. I shall offer sacrifices to the great wilderness and worship the heaven and the earth to carry forward its destiny!"

"Ten thousand years later, I will worship the ancestor god Pangu in the heaven, and all Taoist friends from the prehistoric times can watch the ceremony,"

In an instant, spiritual energy surged and bright light shone, covering the entire prehistoric world.

“Buzz!!!”

The formations of the Immortal Mountains and Blessed Lands flashed, automatically blocking this world-purifying light.

Yuan Lian didn't care. This world-purifying spiritual light was not originally prepared for those who have achieved success in spiritual practice.

Countless creatures below the Golden Immortal level were brushed by the pure light of the world. In an instant, they felt that their souls were pure, their thoughts were clear, and the shackles that had been impenetrable in the past were instantly clear.

It not only purifies the soul, but also heals some hidden wounds left by fighting and killing in an instant.

"The Emperor of Heaven is merciful! He has blessed all things. We will thank His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

"The Emperor of Heaven is merciful! I will thank His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

In the starry sky and the ancient land, countless creatures and monsters knelt down and bowed their thanks.

After all, compared to the so-called title of Emperor of Heaven, whoever rules a starry sky is too far away for them. Only real interests are what they care about most.

As soon as this news came out, the whole world was in shock.

Buzhou Mountains.

Di Jiang and Zhen Yuanzi, who were sorting out the earth's veins, were slightly startled, and a smile appeared on their faces.

"Emperor of Heaven! Fellow Daoist Yuan Lian may not be able to stay idle in the future!" Zhen Yuanzi smiled softly.

After Di Jiang came back, he also learned about the battle where Yuan Lian killed Di Jun and Tai Yi.

Di Jiang smiled calmly and said: "Yuanlian controls the sky, and the Wu clan controls the earth. In this way, all the destiny of heaven and earth will be in our hands."

"This tunnel is being opened faster!"

The Qilin tribe, inside Qilin Cliff.

"Hahaha, Heavenly Emperor Yuanlian!!" Jin Lin laughed loudly, raised the glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp, looking at Mo Xuan who looked astonished at the side.

"Elder Mo, how are you? I told you at the beginning that this man is extraordinary and should not be offended for a mere spiritual treasure."

When Yuan Lian obtained the treasure, it aroused divine covetousness.

At that time, many elders of the Qilin tribe were jealous and tried to coerce Yuan Lian into handing over the spiritual treasure.

As the leader of the Qilin clan, Jin Lin defied all opinions and chose the gentle way. In the end, he gave up the idea of ​​snatching the spiritual treasure.

It was also because of the later decline of the Qilin clan that we got some care from Yuan Lian, and we are where we are today.

"It is our Qilin Clan's great fortune that our clan leader has known things for eternity and has insight into heaven's secrets!" Mo Xuan raised his glass and drank heavily, complimenting with a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The two looked at each other, filled with joy.

In the ancient Northern Territory, Netherworld Palace.

You Ming took Kunpeng and other saints to Mount Sumeru, while Gui Che, Qin Yuan, Shang Yang, Leize Xuangui and other saints were still stationed in the ancient northern region.

"Emperor Yuanlian?"

"It's the master of the Yuanchu Temple. I really didn't expect that Emperor Jun and Taiyi would fall at his hands!"

In the main hall, several saints looked at each other, and Gui Che sighed.

"Yes! The Emperor Jun and Tai Yi possess the most precious treasures, as well as the Zhoutian Xingdou Formation. They are so powerful that they never imagined that they would also die."

"If you don't realize Daluo, you will never escape your fate!"

Qin Yuan's tone was faint, with a feeling of being hurt by others.

In the entire Netherworld Palace, except for Ming He and Kunpeng, no one knew that their deputy palace master Red Lotus was Yuan Lian, the master of the Yuanchu Palace, and now the new Heavenly Emperor Yuan Lian.

"The starry sky is far away. Although they both belong to the ancient world, they are different after all. We don't need to worry too much."

Shang Yang said calmly.

"Fellow Taoist Shang Yang is right. If we manage our own prehistoric north well, the luck we gain will be enough to support our cultivation." Lei Ze said solemnly.

Everyone nodded slightly when they heard the words, but said no more.

In the wild west, Mount Sumeru.

"Hahaha, fellow Taoist Yuanlian, I didn't expect that he would suddenly transform into the new Emperor of Heaven!"

"Fellow Daoist Yuan Lian controls the sky, and the ancient land is almost in the hands of the Witch Clan. The two sides join forces, and the Netherworld Blood Sea is the dojo of this deity."

"In this way, except for some powerful Taoist blessed places in the late Taiyi period, this prehistoric destiny accounts for nine out of ten!"

Styx's eyes surged, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise slightly.

Over the years, he has been sitting in Mount Xumi, replicating the work of the ancient Northern Territory.

Build Taoist palaces and create teleportation formations to connect all places.

Preaching to all sentient beings, all those who enter the path of immortality are registered and recorded in the records. As the practice progresses, they gradually reach Mount Sumeru, the center of the ancient western world, and are included under the command of the Netherworld Palace.

Because of this, he felt the importance of luck more and more.

Since these Yuanhui days, with the help of luck, he has been vaguely on the threshold of the late Taiyi stage.

Yuan Lian became the Emperor of Heaven and controlled the luck of the stars and air, so his help should not be underestimated.

Some are happy and some are sad.

The East China Sea Dragon Clan, after several Yuanhui recuperations, had just regained some vitality. In the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Zhulong looked solemn.

"Emperor Jun and Tai Yi died, and Yuan Lian became the new Emperor of Heaven!"

"Youyou Cangtian, how can you be inferior to our dragon clan?"

The tone is sad and angry, the tone is desolate, Zhulong's heart is as gray as death.

The Dragon Clan has declined to this point, all because of Yuanlian and the Yuanchu Temple.

In order to revitalize the Dragon Clan, he did not hesitate to condescend to become the subordinate of Tianting. However, he never thought that before the Dragon Clan could regain its strength, Emperor Jun and Taiyi died at the hands of Yuan Lian.

Yuan Lian is about to become the new Emperor of Heaven, and the support of the Dragon Clan has completely collapsed.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhulong felt even more sad and wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Whatever! Whatever! It's fate!"

"Lord Zulong, Zhulong is incompetent, and I'm afraid that the cause and effect of the dragon clan will never be repaid."

Zhulong sighed sadly. Times have changed and he is not as powerful as others. He can do nothing but let go of this cause and effect to prevent the dragon clan from suffering disasters again.

In the eastern part of Honghuang, Kunlun Mountains.

In the magnificent palace, the three pure ones looked solemn and looked at each other.

"Hateful! Yuanlian occupied the heaven and harvested the huge fortune of the sky and stars. If this continues, our great revenge will be far away!"

Yuanshi's eyes were full of fire, and murderous intent was steaming.

The hatred of blocking will never end!

The three pure ones have all died once, and he Yuanshi has died twice.

Although they continued their Tao because of Hongjun, they could clearly perceive that their perfect Tao hearts had a little crack.

More importantly, they found that their luck had dropped significantly due to their death. Now, it became much more difficult to comprehend the laws of the Great Dao, and their cultivation speed had also slowed down.

Lingbao took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Second brother, the Great Dao is long, there is no need to rush."

"Yes, second brother, a temporary victory or defeat is nothing." Daode was the most indifferent. Although his Dao heart was lacking, his intention of inaction still existed.

He looked at Yuanshi indifferently, and then said: "The Great Dao is the root. Only by going to the end, proving the Dao and enjoying endless eternal freedom, will some cause and effect have their own day of reckoning."

Daode looked at Yuanshi helplessly. In fact, it was not his fault. He died twice, which led to an unstable Dao heart, so he had such a murderous thought.

Seeing that his eldest brother and third brother were both persuading him in this way, Yuanshi took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and nodded, "That's right, eldest brother."

For a while, the hall was silent.

But in a moment, Yuanshi said with an unchanging expression: "What's more hateful is that Hong..."

"Second brother, be careful with your words!"

Before Yuanshi finished speaking, Daode hurriedly shouted and interrupted him.

The Great Luo Supreme is omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent, and can sense with a single thought.

Yuanshi swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth in anger, and said: "That guy actually embezzled our treasures. Without the treasures, he would be slow at every step!"

Yes, although Hongjun rescued the Three Pure Ones, he did not give them the Tai Chi Diagram and Pangu Banner.

Now they only have a Xuanhuang Pagoda to protect themselves.

After working hard for billions of years, how much have they sacrificed for these two innate treasures?

But now, not only is their Tao heart lacking, their luck has plummeted, and the innate treasures have been taken away by Hongjun. How can Yuanshi be willing to accept this?

Lingbao also sighed when he heard this, speechless.

Daode's eyes were deep and he was about to enlighten Yuanshi, but at this moment, the world suddenly changed.

Endless purple air filled the world, and the magnificent sound of Tao resounded throughout the whole prehistoric world.

"I am Hongjun, who has achieved the fruit of the prehistoric Daluo Tao. I am grateful for the hardships of life and the difficulty of the Tao. So I will start to preach the Tao after ten thousand years, and all sentient beings with predestined relationships can listen to the Tao!" (End of this chapter)