Hongjun waved his hand, his tone was not angry, and said, "This is also your chance." ”

If you can carry the catastrophe, you will naturally become a human, if you can't carry the catastrophe, you will be killed by the catastrophe, and your soul will be scattered.

The more noble the birth, the stronger the accumulated aura, the more powerful the Heavenly Tribulation will be, and of course, as compensation, the deeper the cultivation after the transformation.

However, Zhang Ling transformed in Zixiao Palace, this is Hongjun's dojo, which has been covered by the heavenly machine, and naturally there is no heavenly calamity.

Zhang Ling's heart was excited, it had been a thousand years since his soul woke up in the desolate land, and a thousand years of time was just a moment for the power of the desolation, and even a nap would have a hundred years of time fleeting.

Seven days in the cave have been in the world for a thousand years, and such words are not groundless.

But this thousand years of time for him, it is an extremely difficult day, not rooted in the mountains, unable to move an inch, if it were not for the next few hundred years with his brother Kong Xuan, this thousand years of loneliness alone will make him crazy.

"Finally transformed!" Zhang Ling shouted silently in his heart, his face showing joy.

Kong Xuan is also very happy, Zhang Ling is the eldest brother he recognizes, although he is not biological, there is no blood relationship, but he has been getting along for hundreds of years, and he already has a strong feeling, not biological, but better than biological.

He let out a cry and said to Zhang Ling: "Congratulations big brother, congratulations big brother!" There was infinite happiness in his voice, it seemed that Zhang Ling had transformed into a form, and he was even happier than Zhang Ling.

"I don't know what kind of cultivation the eldest brother is at this time?" Kong Xuan asked Zhang Ling suspiciously.

If it is the most ordinary spirit incarnation, I am afraid that there is only the cultivation of inducing qi into the body or refining the qi and transforming the god, but the person with great supernatural powers, after the catastrophe, the cultivation is much more profound, such as the Sanqing Taoist sitting in the front, the three people are Pangu Yuan Shen incarnation, with the merit of opening the sky, and it is also noble, there is no thunder tribulation when the transformation comes, once the transformation is transformed, there is the cultivation of Taiyi Golden Immortal, and after 10,000 years of growth, this time is already the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal, as long as the opportunity comes, it is a matter of course to enter the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.

Zhang Ling transformed in Zixiao Palace, and the damaged Dao Foundation in his body had been completely repaired, not only did he not have any damage, but even the Dao Foundation was more stable, which was even more beneficial to his future cultivation.

Concentrating and calming down, Zhang Ling sank the Yuan Shen into the dantian, only to see the sea of dantian qi, it seems that a cave has been opened, the space is broader than the simple dantian, the purple light is dense, called the purple mansion.

In the center of the Purple Mansion, a ball the size of a grain of rice is dripping and spinning, and the small ball presents a chaotic atmosphere, the color is yellow, gray, inconspicuous, and has a trace of rhyme.

"It should be the Heavenly Immortal Realm......" Zhang Ling hesitated slightly, but said after a while.

"According to the Hongjun Sage, the golden pill in the realm of heavenly immortals is the achievement of harmonizing dragons and tigers, and the color is golden, how can my golden pill be gray, and there is no light at all. Zhang Lin was puzzled in his heart, but he was relieved in an instant, "The Great Dao is three thousand, even if it is as strong as a Hongjun sage, it can't be all known, my golden pill is gray, there is nothing strange about it, as long as it is good." ”

Kong Xuanshen's eyes moved slightly, his eyes flashed, and he comforted: "As soon as you transform into a form, you will have the cultivation of a heavenly immortal, and it is not low, even if it is not as good as the innate god of the flood wilderness, but the gap is not big, big brother don't be depressed." ”

He also thought that Zhang Ling's hesitation was because his cultivation after transformation was too low, and he was embarrassed to say it.

Kong Xuan, as the son of the phoenix, has a very high starting point, noble bloodline, and has not yet transformed at this time, but he can already pass through the thirty-three days of thunder and fire gang, and his cultivation is not inferior to that of a monk in the realm of golden immortals.

But how did he know that Zhang Ling didn't have any sense of frustration, he was a member of all living beings in his previous life, and there was nothing surprising about it, and now he could just transform into a form, and he had already achieved the immortal Dao, and he had the cultivation of a heavenly immortal, not only did he not have any displeasure in his heart, but he even had a little bit of joy.

The monks of the Heavenly Immortal Realm can already live for 10,000 years, almost immortal, transcending reincarnation, compared to the previous lifespan of a hundred years, I don't know how much stronger.

Styx's pure white robe looked even whiter under the aura petals in the Zixiao Palace, like moonlight.

After listening to the sermon in Zixiao Palace for a long time, he had completely restrained his bloody qi, even if he had a heart, a monk of the same realm could not detect the slightest thing.

And with his cultivation when he first entered the Taiyi Golden Immortal, in the midst of the desolation, there are no people who can see through his origin, except for the Hongjun Sage.

Seeing Zhang Ling finally transform, Styx was also very happy, after all, he had a good impression of Zhang Ling, and he also had a good friendship, so he sent out the precious karmic fire red lotus seeds.

He smiled at Zhang Ling, saluted, and said, "Congratulations to Daoyou for transforming into a shape!"

Not daring to hold it up, Zhang Ling hurriedly returned the salute, smiled, and said, "Thank you!"

Zhang Ling transformed in Zixiao Palace, and his momentum was so great that even the saint's sermon was interrupted, and he even personally helped him through the transformation calamity, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Taiqing Daoist Lao Jun's cloudy eyes opened slightly, glanced at the place where Zhang Ling was, and said softly: "It's interesting." ”

Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun's eyes were like electricity, and he swept Zhang Ling with majesty, snorting coldly in his heart, but he did not speak, he was a congenital god, with Pangu Kaitian's merits, and his Taoism was profound, which was especially important for his origin, this Zhang Ling's reputation was not obvious, and after his transformation, he only had the cultivation of heavenly immortals, so he naturally did not deserve his attention.

Taiyi Golden Immortal and Heavenly Immortal, there is only one realm of Golden Immortal separated by it, but the gap is like a moat.

The Heavenly Immortal Realm, although it has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, but after all, there is still a limit to the lifespan, and the Golden Immortal Cultivation is already the same as the heaven and the earth, the sun and the moon have the same lifespan, as long as it does not fall due to the battle, it will last forever, not to mention the more powerful Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm.

Shangqing Tongtian Daoist raised his sword eyebrows lightly, and glanced at Zhang Ling with interest, although the young man in front of him was not very profound, but his whole body seemed to be hidden in the mist, so that even if he was as strong as him, he could not see through it.

Nuwa's wonderful eyes flashed with brilliance, she smiled in her eyes, nodded at Zhang Ling, and then turned away.

She is devoted to the Tao, and she can have one more like-minded person, and she is naturally happy in her heart, but she has no other meaning.

Zhun Ti and Zhun Ti Dao glanced at each other, and Zhun Ti's expression was even more sad, but Zhun Ti looked a little more determined, and both of them understood each other, "Zhong Lingyu in the East, outstanding people, I don't know when the prosperity of the barren land in the West is?"

The reactions of the other monks varied, ranging from sadness to joy or to indifference.

Only the woman in the palace dress in the corner showed a curious look, and on Zhang Ling's body, she seemed to feel a natural closeness, as if she was connected by blood.

"Could it be that in addition to giving birth to our twelve brothers and sisters and many great witches, there are other people who have inherited the bloodline of the father god?" she bit her thin lip lightly, wondering in her heart, "No, no, ninety percent of the essence blood of the father god has turned into our twelve ancestral witches, and the remaining one percent has also been transformed into many great witches, how can there be bloodlines left behind?"

She was surprised in her heart, "But after Daozu's sermon is over, you can ask him a question, even if you can't get an answer, it's always good to have a good fate." ”

After making up her mind, the woman in the palace costume closed her beautiful eyes and waited for Hongjun to speak again.