With the white monkey in this future place of right and wrong for the reception, it should be much more convenient.

Qingluo got up and left the East China Sea, and went straight to the sky.

Ascended to one heaven after another.

until thirty-three days after the rise, and not in the desolation.

Qingluo did not return to the night sky, but went to chaos.

The thousand-year-old period of Zixiao Palace is approaching, and the Dao Ancestor and his covenant should also go to meet the supreme god of the flood wilderness, Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

In the past, the words of Nuwa in the Nuwa Temple, stepping into the realm of quasi-sainthood, should be enlightened.

In the past, Kong Xuan also said that it was only in the quasi-holy realm that he knew everything.

Back then, among the more than 7 billion human beings on the earth, why did he choose him to come to the flood wilderness, and what was the use of letting him come to the flood wilderness?

Heavenly Dao, the supreme existence, is it really the existence that is narrated and erased in the books?

What is the relationship between the Heavenly Dao and the Great Dao?

How dependent are heaven and earth, sentient beings, and the way of heaven?

These thoughts, which he once had when he was weak, resurfaced in front of his eyes.

But Qingluo lost the panic and anxiety he had at the beginning, did not retreat, did not escape, went straight into the chaos, and embarked on the road to find the source of everything.

No matter whether it is a blessing or a murder, an auspicious or a calamity in Zixiao Palace, he can only face it and greet it.

As for evasion, hiding, oh, under the Heavenly Dao, in the desolation, any living being can be seen at a glance in the cognition of the will of the Heavenly Dao, how about the Innate Treasure? What about the Chaos Treasure? What about the Hongmeng Treasure?

In the world of the Heavenly Dao, in its home turf, it can hide with just one treasure?

Qingluo never believed these nonsense, in his eyes, the Dao of Heaven was the most magnificent existence in the Flood Wilderness except for the Pangu God, and it was the most supreme existence in the Flood Wilderness, even if the Six Sages, even if Hongjun, was not on the same line as the Heavenly Dao.

It is often said that the Heavenly Dao will erase the odds and will kill all the existences that may surpass the Heavenly Dao.

Qingluo never thinks so, it is the six saints of the Heavenly Dao, that is, Hongjun, none of them have surpassed the Heavenly Dao, none of them are opposed to the Heavenly Dao, the entire flood wilderness, the entire immeasurable plane, the three thousand worlds, the infinite thousands of small worlds, who can compare to the six saints and Hongjun?

Will an ant that can't even reach the Holy Rank be a threat in the eyes of Heavenly Dao?

And Qingluo is this ant, an ant who can't reach the holy position.

In Qingluo's view, the Dao of Heaven and the Great God of Pangu are Pangu first, then there is the Flood Famine, and then there is the Dao of Heaven, they are not in the same era.

Pangu is the existence that created the world, and the Heavenly Dao is the existence that sustains the world. They are not in the same place, they are not at the same time, they are also kind and virtuous to hundreds of millions of living beings.

Qingluo slowed down and stepped into chaos.

This was not the first time he had stepped into the wilderness, but it was the first time he had felt the mystery of chaos.

Three thousand avenues, one hundred and eighty-eight thousand paths, all kinds of order in heaven and earth, do not exist here.

Even if he is a great power, he has only stepped into chaos, but he cannot comprehend chaos, let alone possess and control chaos, even the slightest possibility is impossible.

Qingluo thought of Nuwa Niangniang, who had opened up the Wa Emperor Heaven in the chaos and established the Wa Imperial Palace.

It turns out that the gap between a saint and a quasi-saint is not the distance between heaven and earth, but the gap between the world.

Earth, wind, water and fire are the main scene of chaos forever, and they are endless, even if the world is barren and old, and the heaven and earth are silent, the earth, wind, water and fire here are still raging.

A mark appeared in Qingluo's heart, it was the mark of Zixiao Palace, in the depths of chaos, if there was no such mark, he would only be lost in the boundless chaos.

Three flowers and five qi appeared on the top of the green fall, and the three flowers gathered on the top of the five qi Chaoyuan, and the towering creation pearl above the green clouds rose, and the power derived from the bloom fell all over the body.

He stepped on the Creation Diagram, and when he took a step, the front end of the Creation Diagram extended one step forward, and the back end retracted one step.

Qingluo kept walking, there was no sense of the passage of time, no sense of direction of space, only a mark in his mind to guide the way.

After walking for a long time, it may be a breath, or it may be ten thousand years!

Finally, Qingluo stopped.

In front of him, a majestic palace stood. The purple god thunder extinguishes all laws, like a thunder python hovering above the purple night.

The avenue qiyun, the Taiji yin and yang avenue, the avenue of creation, the avenue of the five elements... The Three Thousand Great Avenues, the aura of each avenue, remained, and they were all scattered around Zixiao Palace.

Once there were three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace, the lord of the three thousand avenues, all came out of this palace, the world's ten thousand laws and ten thousand ways came from here, the six saints of heaven and earth came out of this palace, and the three thousand powers came out of this array.

Zixiao Palace is simple and elegant, but because of the aura of the avenue, the atmosphere is myriad, and the beauty is to the Taoist realm!

Qingluo is intoxicated, this is the beauty of the avenue, not the beauty of the naked eye described by color, but the beauty of the manifestation of the Yuanshen Avenue, and magnificent.

After being drunk for a long time, the door of Zixiao Palace suddenly opened, and a voice without the slightest emotion came out: "Come in." ”

Qingluo's mind returned, he retracted his mind, even if the 108,000 scales on his body trembled, even if he realized it soon, he would have this opportunity, Qingluo also stopped.

The owner of this place ordered him to go in.

Qingluo bowed down and said respectfully: "Qingluo, meet Dao Ancestor, meet Zixiao Palace." ”

With that, he got up, stepped forward, and walked into Zixiao Palace.

As soon as Qingluo's feet stepped into the main hall, the door of the Zixiao Palace behind him suddenly closed.

"Bang~"

The sound was not loud, but in such a quiet and empty place in the Zixiao Palace, it seemed very harsh.

Qingluo raised his head, kept his pace, walked forward, lowered his head and walked down, only looking at the temple stone under his feet, the whole hall is a stone, the stone is very simple and very ordinary.

It wasn't until Qingluo's head was lowered and he saw six futons that he stopped, bent his knees, and bowed down.

Three bows and kneeling Hongjun, without him, only Qingluo is in the wilderness, and he should be thanked.

Thank you for the three thousand avenues of the ancestors, thank you for the ancestors with their bodies, and thank the ancestors for guarding the flood.

If there is no Taoist ancestor preaching, no Taoist ancestor joining the Tao, and no Taoist ancestor guarding the Tao, then this flood is still wild at this time, and it is still a flood in ancient times.

Without the Tao ancestors, the avenue stops at Daluo, and the path of cultivation stops at immortality.

Without the Dao Ancestors, there will be a deficiency in the way of heaven, the heavens will be unfair, the heavens will fall, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

Without Dao ancestors guarding the Tao, the heavens and the earth are turbulent, the evil thoughts of the hearts are rampant, the demons disturb the heavens and the earth, and the people are soulless.

"Get up. "Dao Ancestor is still a ruthless voice.

Qingluo got up, raised his head, and looked at Hongjun.

Hongjun Ancestor sat on the top, his hands on his knees, his face was old, plain and ordinary.

He gives the impression that this is how it should be, that he sits there, and that he should be sitting there. Nothing is wrong.

Hongjun stretched out his hand, and under Qingluo, a futon appeared, located behind the six holy futons, facing Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

"Sit. ”

Qingluo nodded, sat down slowly, and was silent, waiting for Dao Ancestor's words. Since the Taoist ancestor summoned him, he shared it with him.

Qingluo is a listener, and Hongjun is a speaker. The speaker has the intention, and the listener has the intention.