I Can Redeem the Merit Template

But it's not Lingbao Tianzun.

Lingbao Huangting leader!

Although I have watched it several times, I can't help but feel shocked in the face of this majestic and noble god.

This is the oldest god of the Yellow Court.

Among the gods of the heavens, there is an extremely noble existence.

However, Wang Yuan was still somewhat skeptical that the other party was named after a Lingbao. This Lingbao, the leader of Huang Ting, might have some connection with Lingbao Daojun.

In fact, after this new template appeared, Wang Yuan had always had doubts in his heart.

What's more worried about the relationship between the leader of Lingbao Huangting and Lord Lingbao, it would be too troublesome at that time.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed possible.

The several powerful templates he had awakened before, whether it was the Xingtian ancestor witch template, or the Baize template, the innate invisible five-needle pine template, were more or less involved with some powerful beings.

However, the difference is that some existences were successfully resurrected with the help of his good fortune.

The other part failed and became the nourishment on the path of his primordial spirit!

All the distracting thoughts in his mind dispelled in an instant, and Wang Yuan finally chose to enter the reincarnation fusion mode. A huge vortex appeared in front of him, and this time his entire Da Luo's real body was submerged in it.

Now that he has made up his mind, he will not back down.

After Wang Yuan's real body disappeared, the majestic Dao Palace on the side of Wanyang Dao Realm still stood in place. At this moment, looking faintly, there was a hazy figure standing out of thin air in the depths of the Dao Palace, standing above the rules of Wanyang Dao Jie Dao. , to suppress the void.

It was a wisp of Da Luo brand left by Wang Yuan.

Even if he reincarnated temporarily, he didn't forget to leave some behind for An Xuanzhen, so as to prevent the Wanyang Taoist world from changing after his real reincarnation, which could not be reflected in time.

Wang Yuan believes that during the period of his departure, there is a possibility of major events happening in the Dao world of Wanyang, especially after the third lecture of the Dao Palace.

Those top immortals and gods are all extremely talented people, and their practice time has even exceeded several Dao disciplines, and they are only a little bit lucky to be on the right track.

This brand trembled slightly in the Dao Palace, and it was transformed into a faint image of Yuanshi Shenren in an instant. Although he did not have a real body, the majesty of the Dao of Heaven revealed in his eyes was like the essence.

The sounds of the heavens were shaking all over his body, his eyes swept across the Wanyang Dao realm, and landed in the depths of the huge unbounded Tianmen.

With a flash of his figure, he instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and fell towards the huge Tianmen. At the same time, the strong power of time and space condensed and emerged in the depths of the huge Tianmen, turning into a portal,

...

There are countless spiritual realms and dao realms in the void.

This is a magnificent and vast Taoist realm. After Wang Yuan merged with the template of the leader of Lingbao Huangting, a Taoist Yuguan who was preaching to many disciples in this Fangdao territory suddenly paused slightly, and his face was slightly surprised. Glanced in a certain direction.

"It's true that the ice cannot stop the flow of water, and the dead wood can also have spring again!"

He smiled slightly.

Beside, many disciples saw this, some of them not only asked.

"Teacher, what makes the teacher so happy?"

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter!"

The Taoist waved the whisk in his hand to calm down the disciples, and continued to explain the Dao with the disciples.

Countless mysterious avenue runes permeate the depths of this strange dao realm.

...

And when Wang Yuan reintegrated the new template, in another magnificent palace deep in the sky.

A small temple stands in the void, but it looks like a magnificent palace supporting the sky from a close view.

It has a simple and simple style, surrounded by countless statues of demon gods quietly guarding around the temple, and the most magnificent ones are the twelve huge statues.

"It's such a boring place, you all said when will Madam be able to leave the customs!"

In front of a huge stone statue, a middle-aged man in fine clothes sighed.

There are other powerful golden armored generals next to them, but they don't look sideways, as if they have long been used to the image of middle-aged men chattering. Only a few of them looked at another beautiful woman in green clothes on the steps from the corner of their eyes.

Seeing this, the corners of Jin Memo's mouth twitched slightly, but there was nothing he could do in his eyes, so he could only step forward and comfort him.

"Master, Madam's retreat will take some time, so you don't have to worry. By the way, those young masters, my lady, Madam didn't ask you to discipline those young masters, my young lady..."

Hearing this, Wang Shaoheng immediately showed annoyed expression.

"Those bastards, relying on their own little spells, have already gone to nowhere. If I catch those bastards, I will definitely not take it lightly!"

Speaking of this, Wang Shaoheng not only lamented a little: "It would be great if half of the second brother can relieve the worry of these bastards!"

He tugged at his beard and looked sad.

Seeing this, Jin Momo secretly laughed to himself.

After Wang Shaoheng followed a group of people to this Pangu Blood Pool Palace, he did not "idle" and gave birth after Wu Niang.

For a hundred years, the knees have been very lively.

The total adds up to the number of hands!

Fortunately, otherwise, Wang Shaoheng might not be able to hold back, and would have left this place long ago.

Seeing Wang Shaoheng leading a group of powerful generals away in a hurry, Jin Momo looked at the huge temple behind her, her eyes narrowed slightly.

It can be seen from her divine eyes that in the depths of the huge Pangu Temple, which is towering and majestic, suppressing the world, there are twelve magnificent beams of light, nine of which are completely dyed in a strong dark color.

The dark power is boundless.

The power contained in it seems to be able to tear the sky easily and swallow the universe.

Among them, the tenth magnificent beam of light was also gradually infected, and was quickly dyed into a dark color.

Around the Pangu Temple, the rich heaven and earth luck formed a long river of luck to supply the ray of dark dao mother's divine power to swallow, and became the propellant for the integration of power.

Jin Meme's eyes were shining with fiery color, and only his own master had such courage to accomplish feats that other gods could not.

This self-proclaimed darkest and evil, the lord of all evils, is comparable to his own master's achievements, and he is not even worthy of lifting shoes.

But Jin Momo's eyes were also a little worried at this time. Annexing the power of the twelve primordial spirits and re-breeding the Wu Clan is such a shocking and magnanimous career.

This thing is too dangerous.

Especially those Hunyuan saints with extremely sensitive noses.

These Hunyuan saints have recently set their sights on the ancient temple!

Jin Momo felt a bit of a headache at this time, but fortunately, it was also his master who found the existence of Wang Shaoheng with a special fate, and was able to temporarily cover up one or two by dividing the source.

But being noticed by the Hunyuan sage, there is still a risk of exposure.

At this moment, Jin Momo's expression moved, but he saw a purple-gold luck suddenly descend from the sky in the void, and fell into the Pangu Blood Pool Palace. In an instant, he saw the dark brilliance soar, and in an instant, the wild gold in the tenth beam of light body infected, a terrifying giant full of flames stood up from the Pangu Temple.