"It's over......"

The Founding Yuan Ling felt that all thoughts were lost, and the existence of the Hongmeng Gate was to destroy the world. In the inheritance memory of the founding Yuanling, the Hongmeng Gate will always exist, but few people can find it, even if they find it without inheritance memory, they don't know what the meaning of these two doors represents. Without inheritance memory, no one can open the door to Hongmeng.

And the founding Yuan Ling, it took me an unknown number of years to open the tip of the iceberg of the Hongmeng Gate, allowing the Hongmeng Qi to escape a wisp of it, wanting to use it to cultivate. It's just that I didn't expect that Hongmeng's qi would be so domineering, and with a trace of it, it almost made chaos return to its origin.

The door of Hongmeng opened in response, and he obeyed his wishes. How could the rules of the Harmony Law open the door to Harmony in his mind?"

Suddenly, the founding Yuan Ling remembered that he was a drop of essence blood in the Supreme Dao, and he had a great inheritance memory, so he had a way to open the door of Hongmeng.

And this person also seems to have a way to open the door to Hongmeng, and he is far stronger than himself.

"Could it be... This person is also related to the Supreme Path?"

Only such an explanation can explain everything, and can explain why this mysterious tall person was able to open the door to Hongmeng. It can also explain why this person was able to break through the laws and rules of the chaotic world and have such a strong strength under the heavy suppression of the rules of the law.

"Maybe he, like me, has been trapped in a realm in the Chaos World for hundreds of millions of years, and he is forced to be anxious and wants to break through himself, so like me, he wants to use the Hongmeng Qi to cultivate..."

Glancing at the Hongmeng Gate, endless Hongmeng Qi gushed out, and the Founding Yuan Ling smiled bitterly: "Even if it is related to the Supreme Dao, you can't do it so brutally, this is purely an act of seeking death, and it is also piggybacking on the entire chaos and the countless worlds of chaos evolution." ”

However, at the moment when the founding Yuan Ling glanced at the Hongmeng Gate and was disillusioned with all thoughts in his heart, he was almost shocked by the scene in front of him again.

At this time, in front of the gate of Hongmeng, the endless Hongmeng breath, like the waves of the river and the sea, surged out endlessly, completely enveloping the tall figure. The Hongmeng Qi strangely formed a huge cocoon-like ball and rotated continuously, and there was not a trace of Hongmeng Qi, which crossed the Hongmeng Gate and poured into the purple huge cocoon.

"He actually absorbed the qi of Hongmeng so much!"

The endless Hongmeng Qi, which was enough to annihilate the chaos at this time, was actually absorbed by that mysterious person......

The cocoon rotates continuously, like a suction pump, attracting the Hongmeng Qi inside the Hongmeng Gate and gathering all of them into the cocoon. Gradually, the cocoon became bigger and bigger, and when it was nine feet and nine sizes, it suddenly stopped growing and continued to grow.

The originally rich Hongmeng Qi slowly liquefied, like purple flowing water, flowing and radiating, exuding a trace of mystery.

This kind of atmosphere, ancient and vast, has a feeling that people can't help but want to bow down when they feel it.

The aura of Hongmeng is so rich that it liquefies, and the huge cocoon is still spinning, and it is getting faster and faster. The liquid slowly begins to solidify as if it had been air-dried. A trace of mysteriousness, a trace of mysterious runes, a trace of mysterious incomprehensible laws and rules flashed on the giant purple cocoon.

"It's ......"

The Founding Yuan Spirit felt that his head was no longer enough, and the mysterious man was not only not assimilated by the Hongmeng Qi, but he used the Hongmeng Qi to cultivate. The runes, imprints, and rules on the huge cocoon were like seeing flowers in the fog, but they did not prevent the Founding Yuan Spirit from distinguishing them.

"This is, the Hongmeng Rune Mark, the rules of the Hongmeng Law!"

Founding Yuan Ling's face showed a trace of ecstasy, and his eyes were like a 10,000-year-old hungry wolf seeing the fattest blood food, eager to immediately pounce on it and bite it fiercely. However, the Founding Yuan Spirit desperately suppressed the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

Although the huge silkworm cocoon has begun to solidify, it is the condensation of endless Hongmeng qi, and if you pounce on it, I am afraid that before you touch it, your only remaining head has become a wisp of essence, which has been assimilated by Hongmeng's qi.

"This is the Hongmeng rune imprint, and it is the rule of the Hongmeng law. Even if I can only comprehend one of them, I can still find a way to absorb and refine the Qi of Hongmeng..."

The founding Yuan Ling's eyes were wide open, staring at the flashing rune marks and rules on the huge silkworm cocoon, even if he couldn't understand it at all, it was difficult to comprehend it at all, but he refused to give up this biggest opportunity in hundreds of millions of years.

Just when the founding Yuanling was trying to comprehend Hongmeng, I don't know how long, black, colorless silk threads appeared in the Hongmeng world. These silk threads are like wool threads, woven by invisible hands, forming a huge silk net that covers the sky and the sun. With the appearance of these wire meshes, the huge cocoons that had been moving rapidly suddenly stopped running. The boundless silk mesh slowly shrank, covering the huge cocoons and disappeared in a flash.

"This is..."

The founding Yuan Ling was taken aback by the sudden change, and his eyes were a little sour, and he simply stopped doing futile work, and could only sigh that his fate had not arrived. And with the appearance of that wire net, the founding Yuan Ling seems to be clear, this is the real Hongmeng Law rules!

The law into the body!

Or the rules of the Harmony Law into the body!

How much cultivation does it take to be so favored?

The founding Yuan Ling's mind was full of envy, even if it was his eyes, there was a trace of awe and a trace of envy at this time.

"Why isn't it me? I am also a son of the Dao, so the gap is so big?"

Envy returned to envy, and there were many illusions and dissatisfaction in the minds of the founding Yuan Ling.

"Knock ......"

At this moment, the huge silkworm cocoon began to beat like a heart, and the voice was dull, almost spreading throughout the chaos and harmony.

"Boom..."

The cocoon beats very slowly, with long intervals, but each beat is strong and powerful. It seems that with some kind of law, every beat, the amplitude seems to contain some kind of truth,

"Knock knock..."

The frequency of the cocoon's beating has decreased since the last time, and the intensity has become more and more intense, and finally the beating sound of the cocoon seems to be connected...

Ninety-nine to one, eighty-one beats, quickly stopped...

"Hum..."

The cocoon shuddered and emitted a humming sound.

"Click..."

But in the blink of an eye, the giant cocoon split in half from the middle, like an apple that had been cut open with a knife, revealing the tall figure with his back to the Founding Spirit.

"Whoosh..."

The tall figure appeared, and the two halves of the giant cocoon suddenly merged into a heart in the air, submerging into the body of the tall figure.

"It's... It's..."

Suddenly, the founding Yuan Ling felt a familiar aura from this tall figure, which seemed to exist in his memory, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it or felt it, so he could only look at this back with his eyes open, and fell into a kind of dazedness.

The tall figure stretched out his hands to both sides, one hand with a black streamer, the other hand with a purple streamer, purple dazzling blur, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze at a glance, and they want to fall into it and never wake up. And the black streamer seems to be breathtaking, just looking at it makes me tremble, it seems that this life is over, and it is difficult to enter the reincarnation.

"What is this?"

Founding Yuan Ling's hundreds of millions of years of penance, what kind of wind and waves have not been seen, and what kind of strange things have not been seen?

But the two streamers on the hands of this tall figure, the founding Yuan Ling felt so unfamiliar.

"Alas..."At this moment, the tall figure sighed leisurely: "Cultivating the Dao, what is the Dao? The Tao is invisible, the Tao is unintentional, it turns out that everything is empty......

The leisurely voice made the founding Yuan Ling very confused: "What do you mean?"

Turning around slowly, the tall figure lowered his head again, looked at his hands, and said lightly: "One hand to create, the other hand to destroy Fang is Hongmeng." ”

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