Therefore, he is the master of this heaven and earth.

Qingluo's huge and ethereal white figure sat cross-legged in the middle of this world, he was the center of this heaven and earth, and everything needed to be headed by him.

The more than 1,000 immortals who had just come to this world were all in shock. They were shocked for a long time, until they were shocked again.

This time I was shocked, and I was shocked because of the abnormality of this heaven and earth.

They found that this heaven and earth did not have any aura, let alone the heavenly and earthly daos in the underworld, and even the three thousand avenues in the world, the hundred and eight thousand small paths, and there was no trace of the existence of the dao!

Once again, they were shocked that there was no Tao, and that there was no Tao to borrow from and no Tao to use in this world.

This heaven and earth is the vacuum of the Dao, and all the Dao and Dharma of the Flood Desolation are isolated by Qingluo.

Heaven and earth are like white paper, and there is nothing.

He writes mountains and rivers for pen and ink, and sways splendor.

While the monks who came to this world were still in shock, the majestic figure sitting in the center of the world, the ethereal figure that dominated this world, suddenly opened their eyes.

In his eyes, there are endless Dao patterns, and each Dao text is from the ancient Dao pattern at the beginning of Hongmeng, from the imprint in the Yuanling Pagoda.

Thousands of golden immortals, hundreds of Taiyi, only glanced at each other, and glanced at the supreme great man, all of them sank into the Dao Image, lost in the mystery of the Dao.

If the person who comes is a quasi-saint, or a Da Luo Jin Immortal, it is a chance. Because few people have seen the mystery of the innate treasure, let alone the core mystery of the treasure?

But for them, the Golden Immortal Taiyi, the difference in the realm is too far, and chance will become a disaster.

Qingluo didn't look at those sinking Taoists, if no one paid attention to them, but in a hundred years, thousands of immortals would burst and fall.

It is better to let them sink, and they will not be able to bear the next Dao elephants.

The Yuanling Pagoda held up by Qingluo's palms of both hands bloomed with immeasurable light, and in an instant, one thousand and one hundred of the more than 100,000 chains hanging around him flew up, one end was wrapped around the Yuanling Pagoda, and the other end crossed the hollow and connected to the 1,100 immortal spirit platforms.

The dull eyes of more than a thousand immortals closed one after another, and Qingluo also closed his eyes.

He wants to comprehend these hundred kinds of avenues, a thousand kinds of paths. Of course, Qingluo is not to cultivate a thousand kinds of paths, but to connect these thousand kinds of paths with the derived paths.

The way of derivation, the derivation of all things in the world, not only the derivation of living beings, the derivation of change, the derivation of death, the derivation of reincarnation... What can be derived between heaven and earth, and what is outside heaven and earth can also be derived.

Qingluo brought up more than 1,000 immortals, not only with the help of their participation, but also to send them a supreme creation.

Derivative Dao Chain creates 1,100 worlds, which is a small world.

The world of Qingluo is the derivative boundary, and in terms of the desolate world, it is a small world. For these 1,100 small worlds, it is also a big world.

One thousand and one hundred immortals have entered one thousand and one thousand spiritual worlds. In their respective small worlds, they have banned ninety percent of their memories, and only one percent of their scattered memories, starting a new path from the time they were first born in each world, like a reincarnation and reincarnation to practice.

More than a thousand worlds, bizarre, strange, and different. More than 1,000 immortals have comprehended more than 1,000 paths, all of which are different paths, and they will cultivate all the way, only cultivating one main path, walking to the top of the world, reaching the extreme of the middle path in the small world, and then they will wake up.

In the spiritual world, they are implicated in derivative ways, and they have adverse weather luck, no matter how dangerous and desperate they are, they will never die, and will eventually reach the extreme.

And Qingluo is outside the world, with the Yuan Shen to comprehend more than a thousand Dao, with his blessing in the Yuan Ling Pagoda, the power of the Yuan Shen comparable to a half-step mixed Yuan is enough to operate and comprehend more than a thousand Dao.

You must know that when he was in the realm of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, his Yuan Shen power was enough to calculate how many grains of sand there were in a desert at a glance.

When he was in the quasi-holy realm, he could see all of the worlds at a glance.

At this moment, he is participating in thousands of ways, with more than a thousand immortals as a guide, he is the source, participating in thousands of ways, and casting derived.

In the Yan Realm, there was silence as always, only a majestic figure and a thousand immortals closed their eyes.

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In the middle of the Huaguo Mountain, an auspicious cloud, there are beautiful people in the world.

The person who came was dressed in a purple wide-sleeved Luo skirt, with a peerless appearance, the face of hibiscus, the lips of Danzhu, and the eyebrows of distant mountains, smiling like the warm sun of spring, like a spring breeze.

She held a purple and green sword in her hand, the scabbard was purple and blue, with three treasures, equipped with Yingluo, and the treasure light was scattered.

She looked at Huaguo Mountain and said with a smile: "This mountain is really a good place, there is nothing to do, let's go down and take a walk." ”

After that, as soon as the clouds fell, she entered the mountains and walked into Huaguo Mountain.

After a long time, a noisy cloud light traveled thousands of miles in an instant, piercing far away, bringing up a gust of wind, blowing away the clouds in the sky, showing a hairy face of a human monkey, with excitement in his eyes, his hands on his eyebrows, stretched out his head to look around, and said with joy: "Yes, this is it!"

Huaguo Mountain, my grandson is back!"

There is an unconcealable excitement in his words, this is the place where he was born and born, it is his hometown, and he has been away for hundreds of years, even if his heart is strong, how can the feeling of missing his homeland be dissolved?

He can only bury this affection deep in the practice of Taoism, and use the joy of cultivation to cover up his longing for his hometown.

As soon as Sun Wukong's head fell, he walked straight to the waterfall outside the water curtain cave.

It's just that Sun Wukong's face changed when he saw it.

I saw that the waterfall that was supposed to be huge was gone, but there was no trace of water, and it was replaced by a golden light curtain, covering the water curtain hole that was revealed by the waterfall.

Moreover, the entire mountain periphery of the Water Curtain Cave is full of traces of supernatural spell fights, the mountains and rocks are broken, the grass and trees are turned into ashes, and there is a decaying atmosphere.

Sun Wukong was shocked and angry in his heart, he swept his mind and looked into the cave, and raised his voice: "Children, your king and I Monkey King are back!"

This statement contains the magic power of Sun Wukong, and as soon as it is heard, it swings into the water curtain cave.

After only a breath, I saw two apes, one yellow and one black, walking out of the water curtain cave, and looked out of the cave cautiously.

As soon as they saw Sun Wukong, they were stunned at first, and then they were overjoyed, and hurriedly shouted: "It's really the king is back, the king is back!"

In the water curtain cave, hundreds of monkeys ran out of the cave, and they came to Sun Wukong, crying: "Meet the king!"

Sun Wukong looked at this group of monkey apes, all of them were disabled, their hair was charred and blackened, there were wounds, and there were even monkeys with severed limbs.

He felt a pain in his heart, and then he was furious, but Sun Wukong did not attack, but said with relief on his face: "Children, I came back late and made you suffer, and my grandson will never let you suffer again in the future." ”

When the monkeys heard this, they all cried out and wept.

At this time, an old voice came, saying, "The old ape is guilty of failing to protect the tribe, and he is ashamed of the king. ”