The Great Tao Chronicle

The giant tower is sky-high.

The black-yellow pagoda is covered with various textures, and the scenery of mountains, rivers and mountains, the shadows of the sun, moon and stars, contains indescribable Taoism.

Looking at it from a distance, an unspeakable touch has arisen in my heart, as if seeing the avenue.

The breath of this tread may not be as good as the supreme treasure they have seen, but its Taoism is vigorous and full of vitality, which means that its master is still there.

This is incomparable to any supreme treasure.

The treasure is like the Tao, people die and survive, but there is no chance to move forward. This tower may not be as high as the Supreme Treasure at this time, but its owner is still there, so there are infinite possibilities.

"Xuanhuang Qi? Isn't this the mother Qi of all things that only the Supreme can condense?"

Chu Yunyang's pupils shrank, and his heart trembled.

The mysterious yellow of heaven and earth, the universe is prehistoric, the qi of mysterious yellow is also called the mother qi of all things.

It is also the main material for refining the supreme treasure.

In addition to the supreme, even the top king must hold the supreme treasure in order to be able to absorb a small amount of condensed breath from heaven and earth.

At this time, I saw a towering pagoda with a condensed Xuanhuang mother energy!

Rao is that several people present are well-informed, and their expressions can not help changing slightly, even if King Yuanyang has set foot in the top king field a thousand years ago, and he has the Great Beginning Golden Bell to drive.

It is impossible to absorb so much Xuanhuang mother energy in a thousand years, not to mention thousand years, ten thousand years, and one hundred thousand years!

It's not a matter of time anymore

"Not at all."

Qu Yun's eyes moved: "There are other gods in it, but it's too much."

For a thousand years, the Yuanyang King 'borrowed' the spiritual materials of many sect holy places in Dongzhou, but this Xuanhuang Pagoda contained so much divine gold.

I'm afraid it has surpassed all of the entire Eastern Continent.

Unless he has the ability to create divine gold, or to refine other spiritual treasures into divine gold, how can he collect so much divine gold?

Everyone's heart trembled, but Feng Xinglie didn't realize it, walked in front of everyone, stepped out one step, and already came to the Tongtian Tower.

The crowd followed.

Just now, I saw that there was another person sitting in meditation before the step. He has been there all the time, but everyone was shocked by the Xuanhuang Tongtian Pagoda, and it was not bad for a while.

It was a little calm at this time, and I saw the old man surrounded by the rays of the sun.

His beard and hair are all white, his body is hunched and thin, his eyes are closed and his face is full of ravines, and he looks old.

But everyone looked at it, but they all gave birth to an instinct.

This person was recognized by someone present.

"Yingsan"

Someone whispered, but it was Zhao Zhen who had seen Yingsan climb the mountain to visit the King of Yuanyang a thousand years ago.

His heart was dignified, even a little unbelievable.

Yingsan, who was dying a thousand years ago, is still alive? Even if he had taken the fruit of Longevity Spirit Root, it was a bit bizarre.

Life sometimes ends, and looking at his appearance, it does not look like he lived a second life in legends.

"Master Ying, are you still alive?"

Seeing the old man, Feng Xinglie's face moved slightly, and he opened his mouth, but he seemed to recognize Yingsan.

Yingsan sat cross-legged like a mountain, slowly opened his eyes, and his slightly cloudy eyes fell on Feng Xinglie: "Feng Xiaoyou's progress has made this old man feel ashamed."

A thousand years ago, even three thousand years ago, Ying San, who was close to the threshold of the sky, naturally had a rare eyesight in the world.

At a glance, you can see the state of the wind at this time.

There is admiration, but also sadness.

"You are just born out of time. If you were born three thousand years later, you might achieve more than me."

Feng Xinglie sighed slightly.

Ying San is undoubtedly a legendary figure of a generation, and he was close to the threshold of being a king three thousand years ago.

"Time is also fate, there is nothing to say."

Ying San shook his head slightly, swept over the group of people who were walking slowly in front of him, and said, "I also know your intentions, although I am practicing here, I will not stop you. "

"Master Ying."

Zhao Zhenzhen was moved and said, "Is King Yuanyang at the top of the tower?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Yingsan's eyes are deep and deep, and there is a slight sense of awe in it: "The king of Yuanyang has been practicing for a long time, and he has been sleeping for a thousand years. Although I have been here for many years, I don't know where he is."

"Dream forever, sleep for a thousand years?"

Everyone's heart was moved: "What kind of magical power is this?"

Practitioners don't need to sleep, and they don't think that existences like King Yuanyang really need to sleep, they're just cultivating supernatural powers in a dream.

It's just that this big dream is eternal, what kind of magical power is it?

Could it be that you can still dream back to the Middle Ages, the ancient times?

"There may be an answer after entering the tower."

Yingsan said, slowly closed his eyes, and ignored everyone's inquiries.

"This space"

When everyone asked Ying San, another young man stepped into this place, and his brows wrinkled after a slight induction: "It seems that something is wrong."

"The son of Mingyue, 'Qi Suming', is he here too?"

Chu Yunyang looked back at the person who came, and could not help but frown slightly.

'Qi Suming' is a very talented person, and he is not very old. It is said that Qi Oracle, the great elder of the Nether Moon Holy Land, had been conscious of the secret for many years, and gave birth to a liner at the most appropriate time.

Of course, 'Qi Suming' is only one of them. That elder Qi planted thousands of people at a time, and gave birth to nearly 10,000 children at a time.

'Qi Suming' is the most talented among them. According to legend, he has inherited the mantle of the Holy Land of Mingyue and is able to communicate with the treasure "Mingyue". He is already the Holy Master of Mingyue.

"Brother Qi, what did you find? But something is wrong here?"

Someone recognized 'Qi Suming', noticed the difference, and asked.

Qi Suming shook his head slightly: "Maybe I saw it wrong, I always feel that there is something staring at me in this void."

"Ok?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, and then a strong will was swept up, sweeping the void everywhere, but nothing was gained.

But no one would think that Qi Suming was talking nonsense, and they were all careful in their hearts. Someone asked Yingsan, but he didn't get a response.

"Xuanhuang Tongtian Thirty-six, can you see you when you cross?"

Feng Xinglie whispered to himself, not even caring whether there was danger in the tower. When many people were shaking and thinking about it, one person stepped into the wide open tower door.

hum~

Step out, it's different.

It seems that a copper bell is ringing directly in my heart, and the humming sound can penetrate the sea of ​​my heart, and in the trance, the wind seems to feel the breath of the flow of time.

Mysterious and mysterious.

For thousands of years, he has been used to tearing the void, but this feeling is completely different.

This is not a transformation of the void. He felt the strong breath of the years, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Whoo~"

Feng Xinglie squeezed his hand and pulled out a breath from the void, murmured, "This is the breath of the ancient times"

One thousand years of vicissitudes, let alone thirty million years?

From mythology to ancient times, from ancient times to recent times, in the long years, the world has its unique brand and breath.

The strong can discern where everything comes from and what era from the breath.

hum~

The hazy and distorted fog dissipated in front of my eyes.

Feng Xinglie's eyes gradually reflected everything in the outside world. At first glance, his pupils could not help shrinking.

"This, this is Guanghai?!"

A voice full of shock and inconceivable sounded, and Chu Yunyang's expression changed drastically, and he was horrified.

The scene in front of him made Chu Yunyang's heart tremble, as if in a dream.

I saw a bright moon in the sky in the night, and the mist and waves of the 'Guanghai' under it 180,000 miles were faint, and the lights were bright and the divine light was shining.

Although it is night, it is more lively than the day.

It can be seen vaguely that there are boats coming and going, and there are monks sitting on them facing each other, or sitting and discussing the Tao.

This scene is familiar yet unfamiliar.

The people who came in were also stunned for a moment, thinking that after this tower gate was the domain gate, and they and others traveled through the void to Zhongzhou.

But when I looked again, I found clues.

The scenery remains the same, but the clothes of the people are different, with a strong modern style, and even a medieval relic.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth is not the same.

This is clearly from ancient times!

"This this"

All of them looked at each other in shock.

They are all feudal lords, and there are experts like Feng Xinglie who are infinitely approaching the realm of monarchs, no kind of illusion can confuse them.

There are many of them who have used the barrier-breaking supernatural power, but everything remains the same, as if it were true.

At this moment, everyone was silent and fell into a dead silence.

Including staring at the vast sea, the wind is fierce in the imperial court where the clouds and mists are shrouded in light.

"Guanglong Supreme returned to the Nine Realms, took another two steps, surpassed the sages, and set the realm of cultivation. It is a great honor for me to participate in such a grand event!"

"It has been millions of years since the Middle Ages, and only then did Guanglong Supreme become enlightened. I really don't know how amazing the Supreme is."

"The Supreme has been out for ten thousand years. If I have the chance to meet you, how good would it be?"

Feng Xinglie turned his ears slightly, and already heard the chatter from the vast sea.

"Really ancient?"

Feng Xinglie said to himself slightly, and then he stepped out in the sight of Chu Yunyang's changing eyes.

boom!

The stone was terrifying, the air and waves rushed into the sky, and the waters of the vast sea of ​​180,000 miles stood, like thousands of water dragons soaring into the sky, roaring furiously.

In an instant, the world turned upside down.

In the vast sea, the tide was turbulent, and countless boats and palaces were submerged by the water waves.

Even more imposing people ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sent out shocking supernatural powers, slashing towards the wind that stepped into the sky.

"A thousand miles of energy, a sword of Dingyuan? That's my patriarch?!"

Looking at the figure whose aura was 70% similar to his own, Zhao Zhenzhen was shocked, but he didn't wait for him to change his mind.

Just listen to the sound of a knife that ripped apart the sky and exploded.

The purple thunder knife pierced through the sky like lightning, shedding endless purple light, and the sword energy like a galaxy instantly drowned out the incoming figure.

"The wind is strong!"

Rao knew that this was most likely not true, but Zhao Zhen was still furious, how could he see someone kill his ancestor in front of him?

He was about to soar into the sky with a long whistle, but only heard a grand and extremely loud sound blasting into the sky.

A big hand like jade appeared from the sky, and it was filled with thousands of miles of clouds and wind.

One pointer!