Chaos is a very strange time and space. In the primordial black hole, Lin Heng had experienced the Chaos World Realm, but it was obviously a weakened Chaos World Realm, otherwise, with his Taiyi Golden Immortal's cultivation, how could he be able to open up the world. This time, plunging headlong into the chaos, Lin Heng clearly felt the pressure of the chaotic qi around him.

The chaotic qi, the source of all qi, is very peculiar. He is a combination of positive and negative, that is, a combination of yin and yang, but when you feel it, you can't feel it.

Everyone has always said that mixed elements, what is mixed elements?

Mixed element is the realm of the unity of all things. Your cultivation from weak to strong, understanding everything, understanding everything, and reaching the ultimate level, is the unity of all things. This chaotic qi is also like this, but according to the law of the Tao begets one, there is also a clear way to achieve the chaotic qi, that is, to push it back to the lun, that is, to vaporize yin and yang, and yin and yang are one. It's easy to say, but it's hard to do.

I am afraid that only when I reach the realm of a saint can I derive the chaotic qi in my body and absorb the chaotic qi in order to absorb it.

Lin Heng has Da Luo's cultivation, and he can now roam in the chaos, but the time is also limited, if he stays here for a thousand years, the mana in his body will definitely be exhausted. Of course, Zixiao Palace won't be so difficult to find, otherwise Hongjun would be murdered.

As soon as he entered the chaos, Lin Heng had an additional sense, which faintly summoned him. He knew that this must have been made by Hongjun, and the direction of this summoning was Zixiao Palace.

The surging energy enveloped Lin Heng, like a long sword piercing the void, discharging the chaotic qi all the way, and shooting quickly towards the depths of chaos. How long did you fly? For ordinary monks, it is a little difficult to discern the direction and distinguish the time in the chaos, but for a monk like Lin Heng who is proficient in the laws of time and space, it is not difficult. When he saw Zixiao Palace, he silently calculated that he had come out of the ninefold starry sky. I went all the way to the east, and I walked for one hundred and thirty-five years. This distance is much greater than the distance between heaven and earth.

Stompe! Falling outside the Zixiao Palace, Lin Heng squinted and looked at this place. This place is a palace, and under the palace it seems to be land, but it is not large, but it is only expanded outward twice, and the steps are paved. Walk up the stairs and walk eighty-one steps to the gate.

At this time, the gate of Zixiao Palace was open. As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw that the main hall inside was full of figures, and occasionally acquaintances were talking sideways, but no sound came out.

Lin Heng looked at it curiously, then raised his feet and walked in. Just now, he saw a person outside, and this came in, but he paid attention to the spare futon. But no one sat down and there was a futon, but the orientation was different, and there were six in front of it. Highlighted, there are now six people seated, that is, Sanqing, Nuwa, Hongyun and Kunpeng, behind them. There were rows of people seated, and there was a row that caught Lin Heng's attention, and there were exactly twelve seats in that row, and there were also twelve people sitting on it. And the momentum is strong, and together there is a tendency to overpower everyone.

Needless to say, these twelve people are the twelve ancestral witches.

'Interesting! Look at the twelve futons under them. Lin Heng muttered to himself in his heart. With the friendship of twelve people, they must sit together, and this Hongjun specially arranged twelve futons, isn't it just for them? But the one next to them, for whom?

Looking at a vacant futon not far from the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Lin Heng raised his feet and wanted to go, but when he landed, he changed his position and turned to the vacant futon at the rear.

He was actually a little scared in his heart, in case there was a mystery in this seat, and he sat on it with a big grin, wouldn't it be miserable? Therefore, it is better to choose the more public, after all, now that the six futons have a master, it is useless for him to go again, so choose an inconspicuous one, so it is good.

Lin Heng thought in his heart, and after a while, he felt a strong wind coming from outside the palace, and a figure in black instantly appeared at the door and strode in. Everyone turned back, and then quickly turned back, and so did Lin Heng, but he lowered his head and closed his eyes, but he kept guessing in his heart, where would this guy sit? Could it be the seat vacated next to the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

After a while, Lin Heng opened his eyes and looked directly at the vacant seat, at this time, there was already a person sitting there, it was the man in black who came in just now, that is, the only remaining ancestor of the dragon clan, the candle dragon.

Pursing his lips, Lin Heng thought to himself. In the future, the decline of the dragon clan must be the reason why there is no master, now that the candle dragon exists, the dragon clan cannot decline, and the dragon clan has declined in the later generations, which means that the candle dragon is dead. How did he die? Now it seems that this guy is most likely to die at the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Thinking about it, Lin Heng remembered the description of the ancestral witch again, "Harvest, take two dragons." "Work together, step on the black dragon." "Zhu Rong, step on the fire dragon." The three ancestors all use the dragon clan as their mounts, if the candle dragon is alive, is it willing? must refuse, it can only be that he is dead, and there is a high probability that he will die in the hands of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Because there are only these twelve ancestors who have the ability to get rid of the candle dragon.

A careful analysis of the current masters of the Flood Desolation can conclude that there are many Da Luo Jin Immortals now, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are only Da Luo Jin Immortals, and they may not be able to pose a threat to the Candle Dragon. But soon, the quasi-saints will be born one by one, and then the only ones who can kill the candle dragon are these twelve ancestors, because they are twelve, and the others are only Sanqing, but the Sanqing will never do this, as for the others, they don't have this ability, after all, the candle dragon is an old quasi-saint, and these new quasi-saints are two or three people working together, and they are not necessarily the opponent of the candle dragon, let alone killing him.

The final conclusion, isn't it the Twelve Ancestral Witches?

Lin Heng, who was thinking about his thoughts, felt that someone was sitting down next to him, he looked sideways, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, the woman was actually a woman Da Luo Jinxian, and she was a very cold and beautiful woman.

Although he only glanced at it, Lin Heng inexplicably thought of the little dragon girl in Jin Yong's novel, this woman's demeanor was too similar to the little dragon girl in the book.

After the woman who resembled the little dragon girl sat down, the futon next to Lin Heng sat down one after another, and he took the time to look at it, but he didn't know it, and there was no record in the later generations.

After waiting for a long time, two figures stumbled in from outside, their clothes were a little ragged, their faces were pale, their breath was surging, and they were obviously too anxious to calm down.

When the two of them entered the palace, they were surprised to find that there was no futon, and at this time, Lin Heng also noticed it with their gaze. There are three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, and there are two more at this time.

The expressions of the guide and the quasi-mention were dark, and their faces kept changing, and no one knew what was going on in their hearts. Just when everyone was about to see the jokes of the two, Zhun Ti suddenly made a bitter silence, covered his face with his sleeves, and said sadly: "I and my senior brother came in a hurry from the West, but there was no seat, why is the way of heaven so unfair!" Senior brother, what kind of face do our brothers have to live in the world, it is better to die. ”

As he spoke, he was about to crash headlong into the temple wall, but fortunately, he was able to stop him and keep admonishing him, but his words were full of despair. These two acted like this, and everyone who really deceived them was stunned, and the big fool of Hongyun in front of him, who had a little friendship with the two, actually stood up directly and said: "Two Taoist friends, don't be like this." Come and sit in my seat. I just sat next to me, and if Daozu didn't allow me to hear the sermon, I just left. ”

"Red Cloud Daoist, how can this be? For my brother, how can I let you miss this opportunity? The two refused, but Hongyun pulled Zhun Ti to sit in his seat.

As soon as he sat down, Zhun Ti naturally thanked Hongyun, but Hongyun didn't notice it, and he hit Kunpeng again, saying, "Although I am sitting, my senior brother is still standing, how can I sit?" Fellow Daoist, you should sit down. ”

"Eh, what did Daoyou say? Since you are sitting, sit well. Saying that, Hongyun actually looked at Kunpeng and said, "Kunpeng Daoyou, it's better to give up your seat to the Daoist friend, so as to fulfill the brotherhood between the two." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhun Ti immediately spoke: "Thank you so much!" ”

Kunpeng hated a lot in his heart, but he didn't want to get up. This Kunpeng is an extremely intelligent person, and recently he has transformed words from the Heavenly Dao Rune, derived the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and called himself a demon script. Such a smart person will naturally feel that there is something wrong with the six prominent futons in front of him, since he is on it, how can he want to go down?

It's a pity that there are many people who don't like Kunpeng. No, seeing that he didn't move, Yuan Shi Tianzun, who hated the demon clan over there, actually spoke: "Hmph! If it's really a person wearing phosphorus and armor, he doesn't understand friendship so much? ”

"Yes, Kunpeng Daoyou. I've got a little space here, so come and sit down!" A guy in a golden robe also said. This guy is another powerful emperor of the demon clan, he is also smart, and he can see that the six futons are not simple, but this is a saint dojo, he is not presumptuous, otherwise he would have robbed it a long time ago. Now, seeing Kunpeng deflated, he naturally helped.

"You ......" Kunpeng hated, and turned his head to glare at Di Jun and the others, but his move revealed a flaw, and Zhun Ti actually took the Qibao Miao Tree in his hand and swept it gently, knocking him off his seat at once. At the same time, Zhun Ti pulled the lead and pressed him to the seat. At this moment, Kunpeng can't even think of giving up his seat.

It's just that the hatred in his heart is extremely strong, and he can't help but want to do it.

It's a pity that before he could make a move, the door of Zixiao Palace suddenly closed with a bang, that is, this time, everyone's hearts were excited, and they all calmed down, it was Kunpeng, and he had to sit there honestly, not daring to make other moves.

"Everyone is silent, Dao Ancestor Lin!" On the high platform, the two boys who had been standing shouted at the same time at this time, and as their voices fell, Hongjun's familiar figure instantly appeared on the high platform, and everyone who watched was shocked. Just now, they had already stared at Hongjun with wide eyes, but they still didn't notice how he appeared there, as if he was there in the first place.

In the crowd, Lin Heng's eyes flickered, and he was secretly surprised in his heart: "This Hongjun is so clever about the law of space!" "It's just that I don't know what kind of amazing spatial law cultivation the eyebrows that defeated Hongjun will be.

Thinking like this, Lin Heng was dissatisfied with his cultivation comprehension of the laws of time and space. He thought he was proficient, but under Hongjun's hand, he was clumsy. (To be continued......)