In the void, a Taoist hung a forty-nine-colored chaotic halo behind his head, with Qingyun Treasure Light on his head, five qi and three flowers, and Ruyi, Immortal Banner and Orb suspended.

Around the Taoist, countless divine phantoms changed, the deep and tranquil light flowed, the nine heavens, the underworld, the red dust, and all the Vientiane, many breaths emerged at the same time, emerged and merged, emerged and devoured, and finally turned into six sacred, condensed and formed, and blocked**.

Oriental sacred, wearing a simple robe, hanging eighty-one colors of glow behind the head, the vast sound of the whole body is clear, shaking the void, the top of the Qingyun treasure light manifests, the rui qi is formed into a dazzling, hanging down, protecting the body, ten thousand golden lamps, bit by bit, such as the eaves in front of the dripping water endlessly.

Under his body, the law of infinite heaven and earth is concrete, and he forcibly opens up an immortal path holy realm around him.

The smoke and haze are scattered, the sun and the moon shake the light, thousands of old cypresses, ten thousand festivals to repair the fence, the vermilion fence is blue, the carved eaves of the painting building, among the many grand scenes, many immortals come and go, the white deer and the ape loom, and the green lion and white elephant are hidden.

The southern divine complexion is pale golden, with four hands on all sides, ** upper body, countless lines from the eyebrows to the chest, surrounded by a chaotic aura, and the acupoints around the body are highlighted, manifesting a heavy illusory world and a vast dream.

Each heaven and earth are different, and everywhere is superimposed on each other, and under the connection of an illusory river, it finally converges in the divine internal organs.

And at the end of the long river, there is a lotus flower blooming in the navel, and there is sacredness in the flower, revealing and opening up a thousand things.

The West is sacred, wearing a monk's robe, his face is yellow and bitter, there is a golden Buddha behind him, filling the heavens and the earth, integrating compassion, bliss, freedom, solemnity, sacredness, perfection in one, with a Buddha snail hair on his head, now thirty-two phases, eighty kinds of good!

Between the Buddha's eyebrows, hundreds of billions of clouds of light shined, great compassion, great wisdom, great prajna, great samadhi, great auspiciousness, great merit, great refuge, great admiration, infinite light, infinite wonder.

The north is sacred, the face is unclear, the light wheel behind the head is like the rising sun, igniting the raging golden flame, the mountains and rivers behind him are mapped, the sun, moon and stars are in the column, holding the treasure tree in one hand and the treasure bell in the other.

The treasure tree has a crystal texture, and there are countless information flows in it, like the core of Daqian, the source of Vientiane.

A quaint bronze bell swayed back and forth at his fingertips, flicked his fingers, the void condensed, Vientiane shattered, heaven, earth and man all merged into it, the past, the present and the future, were also shrouded in smoke and mist, and the view was unknown.

The upper part is sacred, pure and pure, full of immortal and unearthly atmosphere, and there are many heavens around, or nine heavens, or twelve heavens, or twenty heavens, twenty-four heavens, thirty-six heavens, and finally all of them are all-encompassing, surpassing thousands of Da Luo Tianque.

The divine underneath is turbid, stepping on the black lotus, showing filth and depravity, ghostly energy, yin energy, death qi, corpse qi vertical and horizontal, like a snake and a dragon, flying in the entire space below, and finally the divine face changes, and there are even three points similar to the Yuan Demon Dao Monarch seen in the past.

The six divine statues surrounded Yuan Qingwei and worked together.

The chaotic light wheel behind Yuan Qingwei's head was suddenly dyed with six colors, countless information flows, and Yuan Qingwei itself is also at the limit of collapse, and the wisps of Yuan Qi are circulating, and they are swallowed by the six gods.

'Not good! When the people of Do'e Dao, who were sitting in the primordial realm, saw this, they exclaimed in their hearts.

He got up and came to the Northern Heavenly Gate, and after communicating with the old god king, he came to the Western Athena with the Great Sun Chunyuan Bell in his hand.

Athena stretched out her hand, and the light of the twelve main gods converged, turning into a small hammer and condensing in her hand.

"You can only use it once!" After Athena handed the hammer to the Doedians, she could no longer suppress the backlash of the dead qi in her body, and entered the sacred mountain of Olympus, revealing a long slumber.

Then, the Doe Dao people came to the cat god again, took the two artifacts they had taken, integrated them into the small hammer, and came to the bottom of the building wood, in front of the projection of the Qingwei Palace.

Stretching out his hand, Guan Cheng's soul projection appeared here, and the Guan Cheng soul projection with empty eyes, holding a small hammer, slammed the Da Ri Chun Yuan Bell.

The thick bell rang in front of Qingwei Palace, and there was also a subtle echo in the body of Qingwei Palace in Yuan Qingwei's heart.

"Huh?" Yuan Qing, who had come to his senses, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the six sacred phantoms around him.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the forty-nine colors of glow on the back of his head completely collapsed, and the chaotic color halo expanded outward, pulling the six saints into it.

The six gods struggled violently, and the Eastern Divine was surrounded by thousands of immortal qi, incarnating the source of the immortal path, the root of all the qi, creating something out of nothing, and evolving the immortal Dao heaven and earth.

The Southern Divine was united with four hands on all sides, turning into two arms, holding both hands empty, pulling out an axe of opening from the void, slashing down at the surrounding chaos, separating the turbidity, and suppressing the four great.

The Western Divine raised one hand, like a seal but not a seal, and in the immeasurable clouds of light, another pure land slowly emerged.

The north is sacred, the treasure bell is shaking, and the treasure tree is waving......

The divine above shatters the chaos and embraces all things......

The divine below merges into the chaos ......

But these sacred actions still can't escape the assimilation that comes from the primordial chaos.

Yuan Qingwei's own will was vested in the Qingwei Palace, remotely controlling the chaos, guiding the Nine Qi Wind Tribulation and the Nine Fire Burning Heart Tribulation that had not completely dissipated, and attacking the six saints.

When all the dust falls, chaos creeps, rules condense, and Yuan Qingwei is born from nothing.

At this time, he was much weaker than before, but he was unusually complete, with hundreds of millions of millimeters of light on his body, clear inside and out.

And the universe did not give Yuan Qingwei a chance to rest, after a short gap, countless air currents in the void condensed, turned into something similar to clouds, and tumbled above Yuan Qingwei's head. A faint glimmer of light was cast from the clouds, turning into a poisonous snake in the void, and a dragon-like thunderbolt flickered.

The majestic pressure and the rolling thunder intimidated Yuan Qingwei below.

Under the power of the universe, the void became solidified, and at this time, all the methods of crossing the void were cut off, and one after another breath fell, almost condensed around Yuan Qingwei's side, locking it.

Immediately afterward, the wind surged, and countless thunder lights as thick as liquid were suspended in the clouds, as if they were about to drip down at any time.

Yuan Qing's face changed slightly, the Qingyun Baoguang above the heavenly spirit reappeared, the three flowers rotated, blooming the Dao Qingguang, the rui qi formed a Yingluo and hung down, and the auspicious clouds turned into Baohua and flowed.

The central Wuji apricot yellow flag hangs high in the void, shaking gently, the lotus flowers bloom, the golden lamp rises, in an instant, there is light on the lamp, and flowers are born in the light, so repeatedly, turning into thousands of lotus golden lamps, suspended around Yuan Qingwei, surrounding it, supporting the upper and lower squares, blocking the oppression of thunder.

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