However, it was said that the red boy sat in the Creation Ding, and at the same time refined the ancestral witch's essence blood and chaos from the fire. Constantly operating the Red Cloud's Fire Resisting Technique and Nine Transformations Xuangong, he incorporated the ancestral witch's essence blood and chaotic fire into himself, and gradually fell into a kind of Dao realm.

Suddenly, a white flame separated from the chaotic light flame of the Red Child's dantian, and in an instant, it traveled all over the body, and even seeped out of the pore on the surface of the body. The red child's bloody scabs and hair were burned in an instant.

The cracked skin also fell off at a speed visible to the naked eye, burned to ashes, and was replaced by a new skin as smooth and complete as jade.

If the red child was still awake at this moment, he would definitely find that the white light flame was constantly repairing its body in the process of traveling all over the body, and one by one the bones were regrown, and the broken meridians had been continued, which seemed to be stronger than before.

Moreover, among those meridians, there is a trace of fire that is stripped out and devoured, and it is the chaotic fire. And as the engulfing chaos separated from the fire more and more, the white light flame became more and more blazing, and the phantom of a firebird could be faintly seen, and the clear sound of a phoenix chirping came out.

The white flame of light swam in the red child's body, and after repairing the injury, it spun around again, as if it was a little unfinished. Only then did he turn back to the red boy's dantian, plunged into the chaos and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, the red boy seemed to feel something, more than two hundred bones on his body "crackled" at the same time, and twelve kinds of glow gradually lit up, and in a hazy way, there were twelve phantoms appearing in his dantian.

"Roar!" the twelve phantoms suddenly roared in unison, and in the haze, it seemed that countless suns, moons, and stars had been shattered, and hundreds of millions of miles of desolation had turned into a desolate and dead domain.

At this time, in the depths of the red child's soul, he fell into a strange situation, or a dream. It was the dream that I had in the secret land of the Blood River.

It's just that this time, the red boy did not watch Pangu open the sky as a red cloud, but changed the angle of his gaze to Pangu. Yes, the red boy is incarnating Pangu at the moment.

"This is?" Seeing this, the red boy was shocked, and then showed an excited look, thinking that this must be the inheritance of the Open Heaven contained in the blood of the ancestral witch.

Originally, the twelve ancestors and witches gathered together and laid down the twelve heavenly gods, so that they could summon the true body of Pangu, and the power could cover the flood, even the saints of the Heavenly Dao should avoid its edge. Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array was suppressed by several supreme treasures, and it was only able to resist it, and it was almost powerless to fight back.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao Hongjun's action, the Twelve Heavenly Gods Great Array would be undefeated in the flood and wilderness, and it would be slightly better than Luohu's Zhuxian Jianzhen.

It's a pity, it's not the real Pangu after all, if it's really Pangu resurrected, don't say Hongjun, even the three thousand chaos demon gods can't help it.

The red boy thought about it, but he settled down, staring at everything in front of him, for fear of missing the slightest.

"Hey!"

Vaguely, a voice sounded, hitting the red boy's heart directly, and he saw Pangu's billion-foot body move.

I saw Pangu blow softly, stirring the boundless chaos surging, and countless remnants loomed in the chaos, thinking that it was the three thousand demon gods who were killed.

"I'm the only one left. Pangu whispered, it seemed to be infinitely desolate, and there was an indescribable sadness, which shocked the red boy. Those three thousand demon gods originally came to prevent Pangu from opening the heavens and achieving the Great Dao, but why did Pangu say with sadness? If it wasn't for the three thousand demon gods, then for whom?

"Open the sky!"

When the red boy was distracted, Pangu raised the giant axe in his hand.

"Snort!" Like a cracked silk, a piercing sound came out, but it was the chaotic space that was split by the sharp axe in Pangu's hand. A faint light appeared.

"Open the Heaven Divine Light!" Seeing this, the red boy showed an excited look, because he saw a faint white cloud born from the void, and was illuminated by the Heavenly Divine Light, turning into a red cloud like fire.

"Hah!"

But Pangu did not stop, and continued to swing the axe in his hand, splitting the misty heaven and earth, and countless yin and yang turbid qi evolved from between the blades of the axe, and then rose and fell.

"This is the way of Wuji!" The red boy looked at the axe in Pangu's hand, but he was puzzled, Wuji gave birth to Taiji, and Taiji was divided into two instruments. Isn't it the process of chaos being split into heaven and earth?

In the previous life, when the red boy was a person, he was familiar with the Tao Te Ching, practiced Tai Chi, and in this life he cultivated the Taiqing Dao, and naturally made sense of the heaven and earth that made something out of nothing, the Tao gave birth to one, one life to two, two to three, and three to all things.

Although the Tao cannot be spoken, cannot be preached, and the law cannot be ignored, all things in the world, heaven and earth, are all based on one word, which is the meaning. The so-called artistic conception is only relatively speaking, suitable for oneself, the party is the most haode.

Therefore, the so-called Great Dao is different in everyone's understanding and comprehension, and the same method will have different effects in the hands of different people. There is no high or low law, and there is no order in the Tao, and that is the case.

Just like the Xuandu Grand Master, although he comprehended the Taiqing Dafa, he was deeply influenced by his own teacher, the Taishang Daode Tianzun, and did not go out of his own path, so he stagnated on the path of enlightenment.

On the contrary, people such as Zhen Yuanzi, Styx, and others, although they have also learned the Dafa of Hongjun and the methods of the saints have also been enlightened, they have resolutely embarked on their own path and become profound. is also a quasi-saint, but it makes the saints fearful.

The red boy thought about it, but he remembered something, but it was the Huang Tingjing. In the midst of the wilderness, the Huang Ting Sutra can be described as the head of the Heavenly Dao Sutras and the general outline of the cultivation of the immortals of the Daomen. Although not everyone can practice, the Taoist method cannot get rid of the shadow of the Huang Ting Sutra.

It is the three thousand great laws of the Western Liberation Gate, which is also deeply influenced by the Huang Ting Sutra, after all, Hongjun referred to this Sutra when he created the Dao.

In the blink of an eye, the red boy comprehended the Huang Tingjing and entered a new realm, at this time, looking at the Pangu that opened the sky, he clearly saw a kind of Tao.

Yes, Pangu was ordered to be a great way, and his words and deeds are all avenues. I saw that the ancient axe slashed towards the chaos again and again, and it was clearly a supreme attack method. But it made the red boy happy, no wonder later mortals were able to understand the true meaning of martial arts from chopping wood.

At that time, Xiang Yu, who had been seen in Lishan some time ago, turned Xiang Yu into a god and demon tactic, and now that he thinks about it, it is clearly a superficial application of Pangu's way of opening the sky.

And there is also a set of attack techniques in the Nine Turns Xuangong, called the Heaven Splitting Divine Palm, although the red boy has already learned it, but has never used it, because this method has too high requirements for the physical body, and the red boy's cultivation is low, and the use of it is probably worse than the Seven Wounds Fist. At this time, he could see Pangu opening the sky, but the red boy was a little moved, and he also created a general method to integrate this Pangu way of opening the sky.

Thinking about it, the red boy was more attentive to his understanding, and even tried his best to feel the state of Pangu at this time.

"Hum!" An inexplicable qi suddenly appeared, rushing out of the red child's divine sea, and suddenly, a piece of chaos opened up, a brilliant light, countless big stars exploded, and runes flashed all over the sky.

At the same time, in the red child's dantian, the originally silent ancestral witch essence blood rioted, and the twelve phantoms suddenly opened their eyes together.

A fierce aura flashed, and then I saw that the twelve ancestral witch phantoms all submerged into the essence blood, and twelve kinds of light were born, and the twelve essence blood that was originally fused together suddenly separated, and they all exploded in the void, and there was an even more ancient aura permeating.

As if there was a roar of the demon god in the sky, and there were bursts of gods chanting, the twelve kinds of essence blood of different colors exploded into a burst of blood mist, and after dissipating, a drop of blood was revealed, as if chaotic.

There are bursts of purple gas lingering in it, and there are more sun, moon and stars, and the earth, fire and thunder are reflected in it, and a kind of wild weather is shocking.

The blood bead flashed away in the red child's dantian and disappeared, and at the same time, on the surface of the red child's body, there were textures constantly emerging, just like the innate witch text, which reflected the red child's whole body into a strange and demonic way.

Difu, Youwangtai.

"It's ......"

Meng Po, who had an orange peel face and yellow eyes, seemed to suddenly feel something, but she showed an excited look, which puzzled the ghost who was standing on the side.

"Shhh

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun, who was smug and debating with an old Taoist in green clothes on the side, had a golden light in his eyes, and then showed a puzzled look.