The middle-aged Daoist's face was still very blurry, but Xie Qiang could immediately sense that he nodded slightly.

Then disappeared into Xie Qiang's sea of consciousness, and that trace of the law of fate had become a semi-perfect law of fate.

Xie Qiang came back to his senses, flew out of the few remaining black thunderclouds, and gathered out of the door of space and roared, "Dimensional space, collect!"

The spatial crystal wall shattered, and the void collapsed like a collapse, annihilating the remaining billionth of a black thundercloud.

The whole desolate world is once again blue and cloudless, and the sun is shining brightly on the earth.

Xie Qiang floated down and stood in front of Houtu.

Houtu pointed at Xie Qiang with his right hand, covered his mouth, and smiled.

Xie Qiang was stunned for a moment, looked at himself, the clothes transformed by the best innate spirit treasure Taiji Dao robe were already in tatters, his old face was slightly red, he pinched a magic trick, and his whole body recovered as before.

"Supreme Ancestor, can I still be saved by Hongyun Daoist?" Zhen Yuanzi hugged Hongyun with trembling all over his body, and immediately trotted in front of Xie Qiang, with anger, anxiety, and pleading in his eyes.

"Hongyun's true spirit fragments have been collected by the Heavenly Dao," Xie Qiang sighed, looking at the poor Zhen Yuanzi, he couldn't help but feel a softening of his heart, remembering the trick that he had just seen the middle-aged Taoist in the sea of consciousness pinching at the end, he first shook his head, and then nodded, "I'll try it first!"

Xie Qiang threw the Chaos Bell into the air, countless world forces gushed out from the pores around his body, and he muttered in a low voice, "World Domain, Cheng!"

The Chaos Bell expanded wildly, slowly becoming transparent, and disappeared into the void, like a transparent cover covering the place where Xie Qiang and the others were standing.

Xie Qiang's right hand opened slightly, and an unpredictable aura emerged from his palm, spreading to the surroundings.

The left hand was very rusty and clumsy and pinched the recipe over and over again, unsuccessful once, unsuccessful ten times, unsuccessful a hundred times, Xie Qiang was sweating profusely, and after thousands of attempts, he finally pinched out a fate trick that could barely be regarded as the last grade, I don't know how the Supreme of Fate felt when he saw this scene.

Xie Qiang learned the way the middle-aged Taoist did, put the magic trick into the law of fate in the palm of his right hand, took a drop of essence blood from Hongyun and integrated it into the law of fate, and muttered in a low voice, "Fate reversal!"

"!!Boom" There was a rumbling sound in the void, not from the origin space, but from the long river of fate.

It turned out that the phantom of fate representing the red cloud had long been pitch black, but at this time, it flickered and disappeared, and a small bright spot flickered in the center of the phantom's eyebrows, which became brighter and brighter with the passage of time.

Styx, Zhen Yuanzi, and Houtu stared closely at Xie Qiang's right palm, and the law of fate in the palm of his right hand changed into the appearance of a small red cloud for a while, and then transformed into the law of fate again.

Xie Qiang's brows are about to be twisted together, even if my kung fu is not at home, but the difference is too big.

Zhen Yuanzi's teeth were gritted "Gege", he breathed heavily, the sweat on his forehead was like rain, his hands kept rubbing back and forth, and his expression was very purple.

Styx, on the other hand, looked curious and expectant, with a hint of trepidation and ambivalence.

Curious, Xie Qiang has such a good means, even if he is a person who has fallen into the Dao, he has to try to see if he can save it.

What I look forward to is, of course, that Hongyun can be resurrected, which gives all the monks in the Great World of Flood Desolation a glimmer of hope, even if it is him, maybe he will have that day when the time comes, so if he knots Xie Qiang, there may be a glimmer of life.

But if Hongyun is really resurrected, the Hongmeng Purple Qi he got will be lost, and Hongyun will definitely want to get back what belongs to him.

Although the Supreme Ancestor said that obtaining Hongmeng Purple Qi does not necessarily lead to sanctification, on the contrary, it means that there is a certain chance of achieving the Holy Position, even if it is one in a billion, he Styx has to fight for it.

Sometimes chance is like this, if you fight, maybe there is, if you don't fight, even if the opportunity is placed in front of you, it will quietly slip away.

This Hongmeng purple qi, the foundation of sanctification, the Supreme Ancestor can't look down on it, but there are not too many people who take a fancy to it, for example, Taiyi wants it desperately.

If he could run, the River Styx would have slipped away a long time ago, and he recently realized a magical power, and practiced the entire sea of blood into his own **, incarnated into hundreds of millions of blood gods, known as "The sea of blood does not dry up, and the River Styx does not die!"

It's a pity that the best chance to escape at that time was destroyed by Zhen Yuanzi, otherwise even if Di Jun and Taiyi came to him together, he would not be afraid.

But this also depends on who is making trouble for him, if it is the Supreme Ancestor who is making trouble for him, and the Styx has also thought about it, he really has no way to escape, and when the time comes, maybe even the old nest will be given to the Supreme Ancestor.

"Who is it!" Xie Qiang raised his head and shouted into the void, he had just sensed a fluctuation coming from the crystal wall of the world transformed by the Chaos Clock.

"Boy, it's me!" Uncle He's voice came from the void, "Your kid has comprehended the laws of space more and more deeply, and there is space folded in the space, not bad!"

Xie Qiang let go of a gap and let Uncle He in.

"This is the ......" Uncle He's eyes were round, like copper bells, and his fingers trembled and pointed to Xie Qiang's right hand palm The law of fate is constantly changing, ** kept shaking up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

"This is the law of fate, haven't you seen it?" Xie Qiang looked at Uncle He, who was trembling when he spoke, a little puzzled, and thought, what is there to be excited about, if you have the opportunity to intercept a trace, it will be over.

"It's really the law of fate, it's really the law of fate!" Uncle He grabbed Xie Qiang's shoulders with both hands like iron tongs, ecstatic, his smile was very exaggerated, and his eyes were filled with a burst of tears, and he was about to shed tears of excitement at any time.

Suddenly, Uncle He took two deep breaths and practiced a kind of handprint with both hands that Xie Qiang was familiar with, but Uncle He's handprint was cumbersome and profound.

One by one, the handprints shot into the law of fate in Xie Qiang's right palm, and when the law of fate changed to the appearance of the villain, it finally no longer changed back to the law of fate, as more and more handprints shot in, the vague figure of the villain began to slowly become clear, slowly evolving into a small red cloud, gradually began to have flesh and blood, and finally became exactly the same as the red cloud, lifelike.

Xie Qiang shook his right hand, and the villain in his palm shot into Hongyun's eyebrows, and everyone's eyes brushed at Hongyun in Zhen Yuanzi's arms.

Hongyun's eyelids began to flutter constantly, and after a while, he opened his eyelids, looked at Zhen Yuanzi, and burst into tears, "Brother Zhen Yuanzi, are you also dead?" )