Deep in the chaos and in the numerous Taoist palaces, the passage of time has lost its meaning to the few of them.

The rolling energy hangs from the Chaos Bell on the Fenbao Rock standing in the center, so that trees extend into this dead chaos.

They are not towering ancient trees. These magical trees are only more than one foot tall, not as tall as flowers and plants. However, they are like dragons rooted in the void, with rhizomes and stems winding and winding, extremely vigorous.

Each of these small trees is squirting out the Ruixia, which can baptize the soul and strengthen the body. It is the most strange, with a kind of holy energy permeating.

The leaves of the small tree are colorful and not the same.

Some small trees have white leaves as white as mutton fat jade, some are golden all over the tree, and some are red as blood diamonds, all of which are shiny and shining.

Therefore, at a glance, the mist in front of me was evaporated, the light was filled with brilliance, and it was extremely holy.

There are not many small trees, only forty-nine. There is a man in green sitting cross-legged, wrapped in various holy spirits, like a god who opened the sky is practicing.

As the Taoist in blue shirt just breathed gently, the small trees turned into pure essence and were swallowed by him into the Taoist body that seemed to be without a bottom hole.

The Chaos Bell that was floating in the clouds above the Qingshan Taoist sounded, and a huge amount of essence hanged down, and it turned into a divine liquid, gradually becoming a floating small lake on the Fenbao Rock.

The lake is brilliant, and the divine juice and jade liquid are fragrant, and bursts of smoke are rising.

Widths of rays of rays of rays overflowed, turning into colorful auspicious clouds, covering the void, intertwined, so gorgeous that it was fascinating, and there was lightning passing by, making it even more magnificent.

The Chaos Bell gushed out the essence of all things that evolved by themselves, all from the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower of Heaven and Earth, which was refined into the charm of the gods!

At this moment, the small tower was dim, and thousands of cracks broke out on the tower's body. If it weren't for its own spiritual charm, it would have probably collapsed at this moment.

And the Seven Treasures Tree has long disappeared, and is probably all transformed into the permeable energy.

Ye Su did not look at all heartache. He still sat cross-legged on the Fenbao Rock, and his eyebrows fell from the holy blood again.

This is a drop of blood, bright red like a fire drill, bright red and transparent, the divine cloud soars into the sky, and as soon as it leaves the Taoist body, it emits an unpredictable pressure!

A drop of blood, amazingly dazzling!

The four saints opened their spiritual eyes and stared at the drop of blood. They found that they could not see through it and were difficult to see through it. It was wrapped in strands of chaotic energy. What laws and orders are there in the blood that they cannot peek.

This means that Ye Su's cultivation is breaking through to a new level, and even the saints are beginning to unable to understand the laws and Taoist rhymes he has revealed.

Suddenly, the drop of blood emitted a surging aura, as if it was feeling something, and it was like a vast ocean, shaking the void, trembling violently, and was about to collapse.

The drop of holy blood actually hung in front of Ye Su, and did not drip into the prototype of the world immediately.

Ye Su's eyes were calm, but he asked a question that shocked the saint: "How long has the Jinhuang been gone?"

"If we calculate it in the prehistoric time, it has been more than thirty years."

Nuwa frowned. Jin Huang was her long-term mount. At this time, she replied: "Jin Huang is not a person who is ignorant of importance."

Ye Su's voice was still faint, but he said, "That was an accident. The changes in the prehistoric world were even more serious than we thought."

This assertion made the four saints guarding the four directions frown at the same time.

Jin Huang left with two saint jade talismans and a wisp of Ye Su's essence and blood. Even the quasi-saint could not stop her. Now that she had lost all her news after so long, the worst situation was that she had already died!

You should know that even if Ye Su Kaitian succeeds, he is the only one who can immediately transcend the prehistoric world.

If the other four saints want to take Ye Su's path to open the sky, they must return to the prehistoric world to accumulate merit and make all kinds of preparations, so that they dare to open the sky like Ye Su.

In other words, the prehistoric world is still their basic foundation and must not be abandoned.

But at this time, the messengers they sent were unable to send back a trace of news for a long time. Why didn't they think about the big changes that had happened in the prehistoric world?

This numerous Taoist palaces built by the Taoist God Chain and billions of thunders is isolated from their information about exploring the prehistoric world.

But at this time, the stage of opening the sky is almost complete, and the four saints who are isolated from the world in all directions cannot and do not want to leave!

After all, a new path to breakthrough is right in front of you, and no one wants to miss all the information about a path to promotion.

As everyone's thoughts turned to the prehistoric world, the original drop of holy blood fell to the prototype of the world held by Ye Su.

The saints also felt a vigorous vitality of life, which was an innate essence, containing surging vitality, and would be the most original power to nurture the creatures in the new world.

At this time, most of the innate patterns on the surface of the prototype of the world had been connected. As the drop of holy blood drips in, the patterns seemed to come alive. After slowly gathering together, they slowly opened like a lotus treasure. The extended patterns were like roots.

This mysterious world lotus is golden all over, and each root extending out is as vigorous as a dragon, like a golden old dragon lying dormant here. The patterns supporting the prototype of the world have grown golden lotus leaves.

Ye Su was quietly holding it up, but the dragon-like roots pierced into the chaos and immediately became empty.

What is even more surprising is that the roots are surrounded by lightning, dense and extremely thick, like silver dragons, golden dragons, and purple dragons, as if they were drawn from the roots.

The lightning is of different colors, but they are all powerful. You can see that the Taoist palaces pointed by the roots are constantly blurring, and they are actually pulling out the thunder that forms the enclosed formation and then turning into the vitality that nourishes the world!

The four saints' eyes were hot, and the prototype of the world could already begin to replenish themselves. If it hadn't been a different appearance in the chaos now, it would have been able to continuously refine chaos and achieve itself!

At this point, the saints no longer doubted whether Ye Su's path to open up the sky was successful, but were waiting for the most important creation to take its step!

Those roots swallow up all the thunder like black holes. Even those saints with destructive attributes also need to spend a lot of energy to refine them, but for a world where one becomes his own world, they are all supplements!

Everything evolves into the world, and everything still belongs to the world when it reaches the end of eternity. Instead, they are the saints who easily break free, which is harmful to the world without any benefit!

But these five saints have made great contributions to heaven and earth, but they are not allowed to give Hunyuan fruit position

Chaos were cut, and one of the most dazzling lights flew out from the Tao Palace, allowing the dark and cold chaos to be bright and bright at this moment.

This is like opening a new era, illuminating the past, present, and future, and connecting the past, present and future!

The prototype of the world held by Ye Su's hand is like a fruit in a flower. The petals are flying, flashing a dreamy and transparent luster, like a large rain of light falling, crystal clear, flowing out a faint fragrance, which cannot even stop the sea of ​​thunder.

It is about to mature, and once it is successfully conceived, it will become no less than the prehistoric world!

but

Ye Su's holy blood dripping on the prototype of the world was quickly consumed. Although it seemed to activate the activity of the prototype of the world, allowing it to absorb chaos and thunder on its own, when the drop of holy blood was consumed, the extended roots seemed to have lost their motivation and activity and quickly collected them from the void.

Holy blood is like a key that must exist, which can activate the activity of the prototype of the world and allow it to spontaneously absorb resources.

"After all, it's one step away."

"The laws of the world may take thousands or even ten thousand years to be built."

Ye Su looked at the prototype of the world in his hand. This was the result he had spent countless mental and mental energy to create. The dawn of completion had already lit up.

But what happened in the prehistoric world?

Even though he practiced Taoism diligently, Ye Su, who had reached the point of experiencing Taoism with his strength, could not see what happened in the vast world under the blockade of the Tao Palaces.

Jin Huang has not returned for a long time, which is definitely not a good thing!

"In the prehistoric world, Wuliang Mountain is the highest in the Three Realms, and there is a Houtu Pressing Formation. How could this general trend be changed without a complete saint?"

"Zhunti and Jie Yin have been sealed by me in the seven-story pagoda. If Buddhism fails to defeat them, they will never be able to regain the Hunyuan!"

"Then where will there be a saint who has no fault of Taoism?"

"The heaven and earth are pricked by the saints like this, and it is impossible for another saint to be born, and there is no unnecessary Hongmeng purple aura."

Looking at the prototype of the world in front of you, the innate patterns on it have been completely taken back into the world, and they envelop the world in it, slowly evolving into magical creations.

Looking at these patterns, they are frames, but from another perspective, they look like chains wrapped around a world.

When Ye Su thought about this, he seemed to have realized the secret of heaven: "Doesn't the saint who has no fault of Taoism still have Hongjun Daozu?"

This idea was deduced in the soul thousands of times throughout his life, and the saint's mental calculation result forced Ye Su to face up to this idea.

He looked around the four saints and said slowly: "If we are so involved in the power of the world, the constraints of heaven and earth on teachers are weaker, will there be a chance to break free with the power of the teacher?"

As soon as this question arose, the four saints were shocked to stop even visualization.

The Taishang Laojun, who is the most profound among the Four Saints, responded: "As soon as the teacher joins the Tao, his body is like the foundation stone of the heavenly way, and there is no possibility of breaking free."

After saying this, he pondered for a moment and said, "If we had planned before we could reunite the Tao, we would have made plans to divide a wisp of the soul and wait for the change of heaven, and there was still a chance to break free."

"That's true, wouldn't the teacher have this idea when he preached in Zixiao Palace?"

After the Emperor Taishang finished speaking, everyone was silent.

Hongjun Daozu all had great kindness to them, but now Ye Su pointed out that the great changes in the prehistoric world may be related to this respectable teacher.

But if this is not the case, given their situation before leaving Wuliang Mountain, the vast world will be interrupted without any creatures!

Ye Su looked at the direction of the prehistoric world, his eyes were faint, only the prototype of the world was shining with a ray of light, reflecting his blue shirt, like green glass

And in this prehistoric world, Wu Tian was watching his own achievements.

The spiritual fruits around him were strung one by one on the green branches one by one.

The wind blows gently, and the fruit fragrance is tempting and intoxicating. The lake ahead is clear, the spiritual wood is everywhere nearby, and the fragrance of spiritual medicine is wafting.

This is a pure land, with the essence of heaven and earth everywhere, and many of them are treasures from the past few years, which look peaceful and peaceful.

In the environment where the spiritual energy plummeted today, he still occupied this rare treasure land.

But all this is not something worth caring about for Wutian. He stared at the black lotus in front of him, as the dark lotus petals were closely connected. The lotus seat, which was closed by the lotus petals, seemed to be nurturing something, constantly swallowing and spitting the essence of all directions.

"The golden phoenix returned at that time, so that the monkey could escape the disaster."

"If he really lets him go west and complete the Feng Ling's plan, he may be able to take away the Taoist fruits connected to the spiral!"

"At that time, I rescued Jie Yin and Cundi, and I could not use them to shake Buddhism, so that the Buddha's Nirvana allowed me to take over the position and evolve the great disaster of heaven and earth."

Wu Tian's usurpation target has always been staring at Buddhism, provoking internal fighting in Wuliang Mountain, allowing the mosquito Taoist to drive the silent origin of the sea of ​​blood, thus making the underworld flawless clone just a plan to obtain the saint's roots and feet for him.

As long as he can officially appear in the world as a saint who has no fault of Taoism, he will be the most indisputable in the current prehistoric world.
To be continued...