Qingluo left Heavenly Court with a smile and went down to Heavenly Court with a result that made him happy.

When he came to Heavenly Court, few people knew, and when he left, few people knew.

Qing fell into the sky, looked at the desolate continents, and looked at the middle, where there was once a remnant, but now it has been torn apart and sunk into the vast deep sea.

No, Zhou Mountain is gone.

No living beings will see Pangu Relic Mountain again, no living beings will ask what kind of mountain it is, and in the later era, some people will not even know who the great god of Pangu is.

Open this heaven, set up this earth, create the gods of this world, and dissipate the desolation.

He thought that when the great god Pangu died, he was lonely and lonely. Because there is no living being, who has stood on the earth for countless years, speechless, no one, no god, no life.

When the Pangu god fell, he should be satisfied. He can sleep forever in the world and be with the world he created. There is a big world opened because of him, countless large and small worlds were born because of him, and billions of people exist for it.

The world opened up by the great god Pangu was huge, and he really wanted to see it.

He really wanted to go and walk in person, even if he couldn't walk through the four continents, he also wanted to really appreciate the style of the Pangu God and the style of the world.

Of course, Qingluo just thought, not yet. Because there is still a lot of work for him to do. He is the lord of one faction. He accepted the luck and faith of one party's forces, and he also had to bear the responsibility of protecting one side.

Qingluo shook his head and smiled, when he was once as small as an ant, he just wanted to shrink in one place, and he didn't want to go out. Now you are a powerful party, but you want to walk around.

He gathered his cultivation, only set up a cloud, and returned to the southwest leisurely.

In the middle of the line, Qingluo's eyebrows raised slightly. He looked back at the southeast of the flood wilderness, where the sky was shining golden by the setting sun, and the clouds and fire were all there, which was very beautiful.

But Qingluo's gaze traveled through hundreds of millions of miles, where the spirit was full of colors, thousands of spiritual treasures were put in Baowei, and thousands of millimeters of light were born, like a sea of colorful tides sweeping the world.

But as soon as all the tide treasures rose, they would be rolled into nine pillars of heavenly light by the nine strange powers, and disappear into nothingness.

Qingluo's eyes narrowed, and he looked carefully, after all, his eyes were a little unbright after half of the wilderness.

Qingluo stretched out his hand and made a move, and the white flowers rose all over the sky, and countless dandelions rose, converging into a thousand zhang picture, which was the scene in the southeast of the flood wilderness.

The white light curtain suddenly darkened, becoming a huge screen, showing the scene in the southeast of the wilderness.

At this moment, Qingluo saw it clearly.

It turned out that those tens of thousands of magic weapons were actually the magic weapons of many small sect monks in the southeast. They all controlled their respective magic weapons from afar, and they were wielding their powers in front of them.

And the power of the tide of the magic weapon that was gathered was actually nine huge heads, lion heads!

A lion with nine heads sharing a body.

In the eyes of those cultivators, the giant lion that was tens of thousands of feet tall looked extremely vicious, and its nine huge heads had nine pairs of eyes of different colors. Black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, nine pairs of eyes flashed with a strange light of nine colors, looking at more than 10,000 immortals with ill intentions.

All immortals were chilled in their hearts.

At the front of Wan Xiu was a young monk who had just entered the Daluo Golden Immortal, behind him were twelve Taiyi, more than a thousand Golden Immortals, and the rest were Heavenly Immortals, Xuan Immortals and other immortal monks who had already attained the Immortal Dao.

They looked at the monstrous beast and felt chills in their hearts.

And Qingluo looked at the nine heads squeezing into one body, and always felt a little funny.

Maybe this is the gap in the realm. Even though the giant lion is extremely powerful, it is just a lion in Qingluo's eyes, and no matter how big it is, it is just a cat in Qingluo's eyes.

"Well, since I let the poor Dao see it, I will help them. Qingluo said to himself.

It's not that he is in the limelight, but he just took this opportunity to come to the southeast where the small sects gather to spread the reputation of the Sleepless Heavenly City. He doesn't need to pass it on, as long as he appears, it will work more effectively than desperately shouting at the beauty of the sleepless Sky City, and this skill is the celebrity effect.

Because, the immortals there are very free, very fairy, and very gossipy.

In the southeast of the wilderness, Chen Jian looked at the huge brute beast in front of him with a pale face. He was just traveling all over the world, and he happened to pass by here. Who knew that the fierce beast that these southeast cultivators dealt with was even swallowed by him, and it was just a little bit worse.

Although he escaped from the lion's mouth, he had already conceived the idea of destroying the beast.

But this shot frightened him. This beast is too powerful, with rough skin and thick flesh, and it can't be beaten at all. It is also too capable of swallowing, and when it sees flesh and blood, it wants to swallow it, and even the power of magic weapons can be swallowed.

This beast is too perverted, and the boy is speechless. The first time he traveled down the mountain, he encountered such a hard bone, he was still too young to gnaw on this old lion.

The nine green lions looked at the group of fresh flesh and blood in front of them, and their eyes were even more greedy. Its nine heads raised to the sky and roared, shaking the world for three points, it was full of excitement, it had not eaten such fresh flesh and blood for many years, it was about to be imprisoned and crazy. The heavenly prison of the heavenly court, it has stayed enough.

The nine green lions roared, causing those little immortals to tremble. They had been besieging the giant lion for three days, and three thousand immortals had died. Although they are all Heavenly Immortals, they are the backbone of all large and small sects, and they are the cornerstone of the sect!

The young Taoist in front of him said loudly: "Fellow Daoists, later the poor Dao will use its magical powers to fix this fierce beast, you can go all out and try to break the nine heads of this beast, as soon as the head falls, most of its divine powers will be lost." ”

When the immortals heard this, Qi claimed to be.

However, as soon as the immortals finished answering, the nine huge heads of the giant lion said in unison: "Are you the ancestors who can't understand the words?"

The immortals were stunned for an instant, this fierce beast was too strange. There is a spirit that does not say a word for a long time, and does not transform into shape, and it is really the same as a fierce beast without sanity.

Even Qingluo, who had just arrived here, couldn't help but chuckle out loud when he heard this.

Although he smiled very lightly, at this time, all the immortals were stunned, and the green lion's voice also fell, and the heaven and earth were noisy, and there was silence in an instant.

Qingluo's laughter was very sudden.

The immortals raised their heads, and the nine lions also raised their eyes.

Among the ten thousand immortals who recognized Qingluo, they hurriedly shouted: "It's Qingluo Qingzu!"

The immortals suddenly exploded, and one after another the immortals and gods spread their voices and went to ask each other's friends or teachers or brothers.

"Really, this can't be an impostor, how could a master like Qing Lao Zu come here?"

"Master, that Daoist is the famous Qing Ancestor, why is he so young and good-looking?"

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What's more, some fairies and their respective friends whispered: "Hey, Sister Zihan, do you see if it is the master of the most beautiful man in the wilderness? Although he is a little worse than his apprentice, he is also extremely handsome!"

"Ahh ”

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The nine green lions looked up at Qingluo, with a bit of solemnity in their eyes, and the nine noses all spewed out two white rough gases, looking at Qingluo with unkind eyes.

Qingluo above, the corners of his mouth twitched. Don't these small cultivators know how terrifying the supernatural powers are? What is the difference between this and just saying it out loud?

Although the field is very quiet, the fluctuations of the divine thoughts are like waves of water, and the waves are non-stop.

The difference between the atmosphere in the southeast of the flood wilderness and the rest of the flood wilderness is too great, and it is simply no different from the mortal world.

In fact, this is because the southeast is too comfortable and too safe. Close to the saint's dojo, no one dares to snatch and kill people in the open. Moreover, the aura here is abundant, and there are a lot of natural and earthly treasures, and the difference between them and the monks in the southwest and west fighting for a piece of treasure is too great. They are too different from the sage sect and the great sect of Dongsheng Divine Continent.

Many sects here are scattered and cultivated, and they will enter the world to practice, infecting ordinary people.

They don't even have a Great Luo Golden Immortal here, and they don't know much about the Great Divine Powers, and they don't know the horror of the Great Divine Powers at all.

Qingluo simply restrained his thoughts, and didn't inadvertently listen to those scattered gossip thoughts.

He looked at Chen Kuan in front of the nine green lions and asked, "Who is Xiaoyou's teacher?"

Chen Jian naturally also heard these whispered words that were said by the cultivators. He said with a somewhat uneasy expression: "Late, poor Dao Chen Xuan, the master of the Sect of the Inheritor, is a named disciple of the saint." After saying this, his expression became natural again. Although he is like thunder about Qingluo's name, he is a saint disciple, so he should have the style of a saint disciple.

Qingluo was stunned in his heart, this name seemed to be somewhat familiar, from the memory of the earth, he couldn't remember it clearly, so he didn't want to. This person contains the breath of Tai Chi Dao, which is a little similar to the breath of Lao Tzu, so he has this special question.

I didn't expect it to be really a disciple of Lao Tzu, although he is a registered disciple, but for Lao Tzu, a saint who only accepts Xuandu, it doesn't matter if he is named or not.

Ten thousand immortals below, secretly naturally shocked and amazed.

In the middle of the words, the nine green lions didn't pay attention to it when they saw Qingluo, and it was not angry, but the eyes of the head in the middle turned, and the blue light on its body lit up, and its body shrank in an instant, and its feet stepped on the breeze, and it fled thousands of miles away in an instant.

All the immortals were panicked, thinking that the giant lion was going to eat immortals again, and when they saw the giant lion running away, they breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts were put down again.

Qingluo smiled lightly: "What is favored by the poor road, do you still want to run?"

After that, he stretched out his hand and waved, and a Xuanhuang ancient map flew out of his sleeve, and the ancient map was unfolded, showing a million square circles, laying out the hollow square, and directly captured the green lion in the creation map.

Qingluo turned around and continued Fang Cai's words: "It's disrespectful, I didn't think it was a saint disciple." ”

Chen Jian saw that Qingluo had collected the fierce beast that had fled nearly 100,000 miles away in an instant, and he was still in shock, taking the enemy Qingluo thousands of miles away in one second, and picking up his words in the next second.

Is this the true power of heaven and earth? Is this the demeanor of the great evils of the desolation?

Talking and laughing, a strong enemy can be destroyed with a snap of a finger!

It's no wonder that even his senior brother Xuandu, who he regarded as a god, was willing to bow down to this person. No wonder his master said that he was too bad.

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