The damaged fragments from the Hongmeng Treasure floated in the abyss of disgust, illuminating the entire world, and the grand jade-like fluorescence spread all over the abyss and even overflowed into the abyss, sweeping a radius of hundreds of millions of miles.

The jade light was magnificent, and it was only a moment, a glimpse, but it disturbed the hearts of many people.

In the monstrous blood waves in the Nine Shadows, the Styx Ancestor looked gloomily at the nightless sky, he guessed something, but he did not have the strength to fight again.

Tongtian and Hongjun in Zixiao Palace both sensed the fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation, but Hongjun did not move, and Tongtian did not move.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor did not move, and the six saints of heaven and earth did not dare to move. Because the Jade Disc of Creation is the treasure of the Dao Ancestor, if the Dao Ancestor does not accept it, they cannot accept it either.

Ge Kun was puzzled for a moment, then shook his head and ignored it.

Qinglan stood up in surprise and sat down again.

Nuwa was just stunned, but Lao Tzu frowned, because of the Yin and Yang Ancestor.

But none of the saints moved.

A treasure appeared in the hands of the Yin and Yang Ancestor, the treasure was very bright and dazzling, and the whole body was covered with infinite Dao patterns, and there were many Dao patterns, including everything in the world, because it was too complicated, so Qingluo couldn't understand it, and he couldn't see what kind of treasure that treasure was.

The Yin and Yang Ancestor stretched out his hand and pointed at it, creating the fragment of the jade dish, and the treasure was fused one, and the two fused, and the treasure suddenly rose out of a torrent, which was a torrent formed by the convergence of countless soul patterns, running through the universe of heaven and earth, connecting the treasure at one end, and submerging into the void at the other end, I don't know where to go.

Yin Yang Ancestor shouted: "Don't hurry up and enter the River of Yuan Spirit!"

After that, he stepped out first, stepped into the river, was drowned by the raging ripples, washed away, and walked to the unknown!

Qingluo did not hesitate, he also stepped out in the same step, and submerged into the river of Yuan Ling, as soon as he entered the river, it was cold to the bones, not the cold of the body, but the cold of the soul!

He was submerged in the river alone, and he drifted along the soul of the river and did not know where.

After a long time, Qingluo suddenly opened his eyes, and he floated to the end of the Yuanling River.

As soon as he got up, he stepped out of the river of Yuan Ling, and saw the true river of fate!

Everywhere the eye touches, there is a void of darkness, because the space is too large for light to penetrate.

There is only one long river, the long river that spans the infinite universe, which is longer than the flood and wider than the East China Sea.

Any living creature is only small in front of it, just ants!

At the bottom of the river, there are countless gravel paved with sand, and there are also gold gravels dotted with the bottom of the sand, which is the fall of Da Luo's immortal true spirit. Their true spirits are scattered at the bottom of the long river of fate, and in principle, they can be immortal and immortal, waiting for the true spirit to reunite and regenerate.

However, in the long river of fate, fate is too great, greater than the universe, beyond the flood, in the endless and boundless long river, it is almost impossible for the true spirits that have turned into thousands of incomparably small gravel to reunite again, and it is even more miraculous than a miracle!

Even, the fate star of the quasi-saint power fell and fell into the long river, and it was almost difficult to regenerate. Although the stars are big, but not as big as the long river, the stars are annihilated into the river, turning thousands of gravel into thousands of gravel, paving the bottom of the river with colored gravel, until the three hundred and sixty-five stars and gravel reunite, Zhou Tianqi, change the destiny of heaven, then the quasi-holy power after the fall can have the opportunity to re-enter the flood famine, become a living soul again, and start over.

However, the convergence of the sand and gravel of the true spirit is calculated over millions of years, and it may be that after many Yuan Hui, those fallen true spirits and the demeanor of those peerless powerhouses can reappear in the wilderness.

Qingluo raised his head, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, looking at the seven heavens in the sky, the majesty of the saints, far higher than the sky, far higher than those stars, in the supreme and supreme realm.

Yin Yang Ancestor walked to the edge of the long river and said, "You can start, the creatures in this long river can't get out if you go in, you should be careful." ”

Qingluo looked back at the Yin Yang Ancestor and said, "What about you?"

The Yin Yang Ancestor said disapprerovingly: "Naturally, I will wait for you to succeed and then come to help me." ”

Qingluo stretched out his hand, and the divine lines on the forehead of the Yin Yang Ancestor suddenly appeared, and a huge pain from the Yuan Shen struck, and the face of the painful Yin Yang Ancestor instantly became hideous. He cried out, "If I fall, you too will be lost here!"

Qingluo waved his hand again, and the spirit pattern faded. He smiled, "Just try to see if this spirit pattern has any effect on you." ”

The Yin Yang Ancestor's face turned angry, and before he could react, Qingluo took out a five-colored gourd from his sleeve, and a huge force included the Yin Yang Ancestor in the spirit gourd.

With such a scheming person beside Qingluo, he really can't show it with peace of mind.

For this trip, he deliberately suppressed the yin and yang flags and the dust of the two poles in the mountains and seas, and never brought them. In the Five Spiritual Gourd, he even set up a hundred prohibitions to seal the space in the Five Spiritual Gourd.

There was no one beside him, Qingluo was a little relieved, he looked at the long river of fate in front of him, in the bottom of the boundless river, there was a lost road, a forgotten road, he wanted to recall that road, and become the master of that road!

The golden wheel of creation rises, the towering creation bead rises, the creation diagram rises, and all the avenues of creation in the body are mobilized.

At this moment, hanging in the blue sky at a very high place, a road paved with infinite spiritual patterns on the avenue of creation manifested.

The Bixia Heaven of the Nuwa Sage is the pole, and the green falls on the second highest place on this road, and there are also roads of different strength below, and they are connected to this avenue of creation.

Qingluo sighed that his achievements today depend on the way of creation. Now, he is going to give up this path, not only to leave the Tao and the Dharma, but also to leave with the traction of his heart.

The heart that was once weak and trying to survive and live comfortably is gone, and the heart for the road of the Great Dao is also gone, and there will be a fiery heart in his chest, a strong heart, and a supreme and powerful heart, which is enough to support him to match the heart of the supreme mixed element!

Towering Creation Pearl, blooming, blue light is extremely dazzling, this is the last time it blooms the light of creation!

On the golden wheel of creation, the law of the avenue of creation comes out, every trace and wisp is the fruit of green penance, blooming one by one, blooming on the long river of fate, and withering on the long river, buried in the long river.

On the map of creation, ten thousand rays of light come out together, and the map of creation becomes a giant bridge to the sky, one end is followed by green falls, and the other end is erected on the long river!

The brilliance of creation is sprinkled on the long river of fate, the long river is boundless, and the brilliance of the avenue is also endless, the light is endless, and the emptiness is endless.

The Tao of Creation gradually sank into the long river, sinking to the bottom of the long river, spreading everywhere in the silt, searching, looking for the Tao that was once left behind by all beings, by the common people, and by heaven and earth.

Above the canopy, the green falling star is brilliant, from a star, turned into a round of sun, like the sun shining on the long river, the light of creation is magnificent, and the soul of the avenue is not stopped.

At this moment, in the midst of the desolation, above the nightless heavenly city, a round of golden sun appeared, and the light of the golden sun of creation was full of glory and sunshine, covering the light of the sun and stars, covering the light of the sky.

In the Wa Palace, Nuwa was relieved to step out of his own way, so that he could have a bigger, farther, wider world, a higher place to set foot in.