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Qingyuan crossed the Nine Heavens, reached the Thirty-Three Heavens, and stood in the void.

The wind is endless, the clouds and mist are endless, the vision is hazy, and it is impossible to see really.

This is where the fairy world is located, looking around, there is no earth, only endless clouds and fog.

With such a scene, only those who are highly advanced can walk freely in the fairy world and come and go freely.

"Fairy ......"

Qing Yuan stood out of thin air in the Gangfeng fairy mist, his hands hanging down, and his expression was cold.

Countless eyes fell on all directions.

In a trance, this place seems to be the center of the fairy world!

All the immortals in the sky, whether they are scattered immortals or true immortals, their eyes all fell on Qingyuan.

In the Dao Immortal Family, even a glance or a wisp of breath is an extremely huge oppression, as heavy as a mountain. And at this moment, all the immortals in the fairy world looked at Qingyuan, as if there was endless heavy pressure, like a storm, stormy waves, constantly bombarding towards Qingyuan.

In other words, if you are an immortal who can become an immortal and ascend to the upper realm, I am afraid that I can't bear it.

But after all, Qingyuan had already obtained the position of true immortal, although he felt that his body was a little heavier, but he didn't care much, his eyes were cast in the direction of the former Zixiao Palace.

The place where they lived in the past, like the place where they lived in their childhood, always taught people a lot of emotion.

The wind is blowing, looking at the Dao Palace from afar, and the heart is gone.

Qing Yuan retracted his gaze, the emotions in his eyes were all constricted, calm and deep, the ancient well did not wave, and fell in the direction of the Taishang Dao Palace.

From the Taishang Dao Palace, a gaze suddenly appeared.

The gaze is cold, indifferent and unforgiving.

Just being glanced at by this gaze, even Qingyuan, who is a true immortal, has a throbbing feeling in his heart.

This is Dao Ancestor!

This is the Mixed Yuan Da Luo Jin Xian!

This is the way of heaven!

"Younger Qingyuan, meet the Taishang Patriarch. ”

Qingyuan arched his hands and gave a salute to the Taoist ancestor with the gift of a cultivator.

......

In the midst of the world.

Countless eyes, looking at the sky.

But most of the people who practice know that there will be great things in the heavenly immortal realm.

Maybe the battle will be extremely fierce, or maybe Dao Ancestor will make a move, and it will be done in an instant, and the variables will be ambushed.

It's just that looking at the people in the world who are cultivators, no one thinks that the Heavenly Killing True Monarch Qingyuan can survive.

Dao Ancestor is heaven and earth!

Before, it was hindered by the sealing of the gods, but now the sealing of the gods is almost over, and the Three Realms have been stabilized.

Well, no more fear!

Heaven wants to kill it, how can you not die?

"Alas. ”

......

Whether it is the Righteous Dao Gate, or the Zhengxian Dao, or the Huanhua Pavilion, the Pre-Qin Mountains and Seas, and other immortal Taoist sects, even ordinary third-rate sects, and cultivators, all pay attention.

Those who have intersected with Qingyuan in the past, whether they are enemies or friends, are difficult to be calm, happy, or worried...... Everyone's ideas are complex and different.

Such as Lu Yushuang, such as Hua Mei, such as the head of the water source, such as Mr. Yunjing, etc., and even such as Xuan Songzi, they all can't help but feel sorry for Qingyuan.

But worrying is useless.

If the sky wants to kill it, it is already a doomed end.

"It's a pity. ”

Xuan Songzi sighed like this.

......

The North of the North.

North of the North Sea.

The sky is cold and the ground is frozen, and I see endless ice, which constitutes this vast world.

Qingfeng was dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying a magic sword, holding the dust in his hand, and bowing slightly to show respect.

And in the cold ice, Tianzun sat cross-legged, his eyes were deep, his breath was unfathomable, and he only said leisurely: "Qingyuan calendar, guess what?"

Qingfeng was silent for a moment and said, "Back then, Tianzun traveled north, and then Senior Brother Baihe traveled north, and then returned from the north and brought it back to Qingyuan. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly, his gaze was solemn, and said: "After clearing the lower realm, it has become a variable that disturbs the world, and it has successively obtained the immortal fate left by Tianzun, and it has become a climate in just a few years...... I originally thought that the origin of Qingyuan might be Tianzun itself. ”

Tianzun smiled and said, "Come to think of it, there are a lot of people like you think?"

Qingfeng nodded, "It's really a lot." ”

Tianzun said: "Since you have seen this seat today, you should know that this seat is this seat, and the principle of purity is the original plain, from the beginning, you were wrong. ”

"Wrong...... Qingfeng said in a low voice: "But at least, the current Qingyuan was also cultivated by Tianzun?"

"It's a coincidence, indeed. Tianzun said: "Dao Ancestor still can't guess the trajectory of Qingyuan, let alone this seat......? It's just that he has today, and this seat is indeed not unexpected. ”

The color in Qingfeng's eyes was very strange, as if he was a little mocking, and said: "If it is said that he has nothing to do with Tianzun, and it is also a coincidence that he has obtained Tianzun opportunities in the Nether Realm one after another, this is too unbelievable." ”

Tianzun said calmly: "The trajectory of Qingyuan is impossible to guess, but the layout of this seat in the world is so much that you can't imagine. As for his origins...... If you say that it has nothing to do with this seat, you don't believe it. ”

Qingfeng was silent for a long time, and said: "Tianzun traveled north to this point, Senior Brother Baihe came north, and brought back Qingyuan from here, and later entered Zixiao Palace, and Zixiao Daxian also defaulted to Qingyuan as a child, so ......"

He gritted his teeth slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Qingyuan disturbs the world, has the Great Immortal also participated?"

This is something that he has long doubted in his heart.

It's just that Zixiao Daxian, as a Dao Ancestor and the master of Zixiao Palace, he, as a boy of Zixiao Palace, did not dare to speculate.

But now that Guangyuan Guye Tianzun is at present, the doubts of these days are difficult to suppress after all.

Guangyuan Guye Tianzun's eyes seemed to be smiling, and he said, "Why don't you ask, do the Great Immortals know what is going on?"

Qingfeng said in a low voice: "Da Xian, as a mixed yuan Daluo Jin Immortal, knows everything and is omnipotent, so he naturally knows about this. ”

"Not necessarily. ”

Tianzun said slowly: "All things in the world, Dao Ancestors can know, however, the Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and one of them is gone...... When it comes to this line of things, even if the Dao Ancestor, even this heaven and earth, can't know everything, such as Qingyuan, the saints can't see it through. ”

As he spoke, Tianzun's voice was slightly lower, and he said leisurely: "I can't see through Qingyuan, how can I know what is going on?"

In the ice and snow, the ice condensed, and the cold wind penetrated the bones.

The whistling wind, accompanied by turbid white snow chips, was hazy.

Qingfeng stood there, not speaking for a long time.

"Why?"

Three words, full of extremely complex emotions,

Why!

In Zixiao Palace, Qingyuan, the youngest and most mediocre, how could he make all the saints unable to see through?

The saints know everything.

However, the lower realm of the plains can make the saints ignorant!

Even Guangyuan Guye Tianzun itself can't avoid what the saints see, so what did Qingyuan rely on when he came out of Guangyuan Guye Tianzun?

Qingfeng looked at Tianzun.

Tianzun was silent for a moment, looking up at the sky.

The cold wind howled and whirred.

Silent for a while.