The 'Milli Mountain' has collapsed...

There is no doubt that under the supreme attack technique passed down by several great gods, the small 'Milli Mountain' fell apart like crushed gypsum powder in a moment.

Under the interweaving of endless charm, waves of void storms surged, ravaging the land of 'Milli Mountain'. The indigenous tribes, each with their own ghosts and hidden in the shadows, fell into a permanent sleep before they could react, and all kinds of methods were useless.

The land of thousands of miles of 'Hao Mountain' has turned into a dead land and a bad land because of an immature heaven and earth artifact.

The mountains were stained with blood and shattered.

A hundred-zhang giant palm tore through the void and took a picture in the sky...

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The 'Milli Mountain' collapsed... It's just an insignificant microcosm of this boundless world.

At this moment when the consummation of the first tribulation was approaching, all kinds of beings in the universe involuntarily fell into a state of madness.

Whether it is a congenital sacred, or a supreme god and demon figure who hides in the world, they are all coldly watching the changes of current affairs. Even in each other's games and calculations, they contributed to the development of the situation.

The sacred mountains collapsed, and the giant mountains were shattered. Countless small and medium-sized tribes have all been reduced to ashes, and even large tribes are also precarious and trembling.

The boundless earth cracked inch by inch, thousands of rivers dried up abruptly, and the blood of war boiled and converged for a long time.

Countless inheritors of great supernatural powers were born, and they were lucky, pushing enemies from all directions, and breaking the shackles of Taoism. Among them, the best ones either stand out and are indestructible, invincible, or bloody slaughter for thousands of miles, and finally come to the end of the catastrophe, or the sky is like a vast day, shining on the earth and the sky.

Between heaven and earth, there has been a turmoil, a turmoil in which the innate divine or the immortal gods and demons are all tacitly tucked in.

A pre-rehearsal prologue for the imminent first tribulation of all beings.

This turmoil will continue. Until 1,800 years later, the first calamity is temporary.

Only then will the advent of the real calamity be the great era of innate sacredness.

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This is the best of times for innate beings.

'Ten years of true body, a hundred years of immortality', all kinds of inheritance, thousands of Taoism.

For those who have attained the gods and demons and even achieved their true bodies, 'ten years' is just one practice, and 'one hundred years' is just a big dream.

In this peculiar and strange age, the three thousand divine are either acquiescing, or waiting, or indifferent......

So that countless Tianjiao, heroes, taking advantage of the great luck of the times, poured out.

Heaven and earth artifacts, mysterious chances, emerge frequently.

In the past, all kinds of seemingly unattainable 'dreams' and unattainable achievements have now been realized one after another, which is confirmed.

It's a crazy time.

Extracting the spiritual veins of the earth, refining hundreds of millions of living beings, blood sacrifices do not damage the divine body, thin-skinned bones and souls, soul refining mountains and rivers divinity, doing everything, doing everything.

Everything, crazy, terrible, desperate, wailing... Negative emotions converge into an invisible and phaseless river.

The smell of blood and decay permeates the Pangu world, the universe.

It's also a worst of times.

Under the deliberate indulgence of the great supernatural powers of the heavens headed by the Great Venerable of the Five Directions, the order of heaven and earth fell into a state of strife and chaos.

The strong swallow up the weak, the weak climb hard, the strong only to get stronger, and the weak lose everything.

Heaven and earth have lost order, and the universe has lost its divine law.

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Purple clouds and smoke, outlining the scenery of mountains and rivers, shining with green light, rendering a piece of green sky.

It seems that the strife, bloodshed, and killing in the Great Thousand Universe have not affected this Shinto Ancestral Court, the land of the source.

The red dust is rolling, the sea of evil is surging, and the Great Kunlun is independent.

A man dressed in gold silk and jade clothes strolled through the Great Kunlun Mountains.

The golden mangs turned into a drizzle, waving away and moistening the earth's divine veins, and the red qi was surging and entwining, like a dragon and a tiger, and the dragon was rolling.

Cangli stepped into the land of East Kunlun, traveled in the mountains and mist, and felt the spirit of the world. Watching the hustle and bustle of the outside world coldly, just like most of the gods and saints.

"I... It's back again. ”

Cangli looked at a stone cliff and muttered.

This square stone cliff turns golden glow, about nine feet high, resembling an egg egg, and the nine orifices are secretly combined.

A unicorn god is conceived in the meantime, and the hair is full, spitting smoke clouds, and flocculating purple smoke.

The three avenue divine seals rise and fall, hanging on the stone cliff, plausible, there is no fixed form, there is no divine power rhyme.

"Kir... Lin... Cliff..."

Cangli muttered,

He stretched out his palm like a white pearl and chalcedony, caressing the Great Dao Divine Seal, and the void was like water waves, rippling with Dao ripples.

Suddenly, he seemed to see thousands of creatures sitting at the bottom of the cliff, with different images, whether they were tiger faces, human heads, or leopard tails... He also seemed to see the reluctance and attachment of many creatures after He finished his sermon with a wave of his sleeves and melodiously left, leaving many beings alone, and He seemed to see that in the millions of years after His departure, countless living beings rushed to worship the cliff rock where He used to rest, and worship it as a holy place, no matter whether it rises or falls, whether it succeeds or fails.

In the end, under this almost endless vast will, the stone cliff that was just ordinary and ordinary in the past was just shaped like a unicorn, but it really condensed the qilin god form, and was born into nine orifices, casting three Great Dao divine seals, and achieving a veritable innate unicorn true form.

Turning decay into magic is the magic of the power of sentient beings.

Cangli stepped step by step on the former preaching place, and his heart had its own ups and downs, which were difficult to describe, difficult to understand, and difficult to describe.

The clouds are like water, sparkling and sparkling;

The two innate avenue talismans gather and scatter, floating between the three acres of clouds and light, changing impermanently, and the law is faint.

On the Qilin Cliff on the high seat, the divine brilliance attracts the spirit fetus, the Qilin God is galloping and roaring, the top door is misty, and the avenue condenses the true form.

He has both innate and acquired paths, all of which are a number of Dao Methods, and it is unimaginable that the foundation of the origin is solid. If it weren't for the imminent calamity of the 'Heavenly Dimension', forcing him to break through the third heaven with the innate way, and greatly advancing his magical powers, he would have the capital to take charge of the 'Gate of the Heavenly Dimension' after all the tribulations.

However, his acquired way, after all, has never stepped into the third heaven, although it does not involve combat power and supernatural powers, but in the end it is out of balance and not complete.

"This is not only the place where I preached in the past, but also the place where I redefine the Shinto path of cultivation in the present. ”

"'The Future'... Shinto Origin..."

Cangli murmured in a low voice.

As for the outside world, it is completely out of His heart. Among them, there are also dozens of disciples and disciples whom He improvised and collected.

Hundred Alchemists... If you don't practice, how to become strong.

Life and death depend on fate, these 1,800 years should be a test for these disciples and disciples!