The Dragon Palace collapsed, and the divine furnace stood quietly in the ruins. The amazing Taoist fire burned countless powerful creatures who came to worship the ancestor dragon for a while.

There were also many powerful demons who had not been burned to death struggling and wailing in the flames. For a time, the formerly gorgeous Crystal Palace actually made a Shura Field.

The magic power of the Ancestral Dragon is so high that it is in the prehistoric world that it is unique. Seeing such a tragic situation, it is also bleeding from his heart. After all, many of the creatures who were burned to death are his dragon sons and grandsons, and their relatives.

But when the ancestor dragon roared, the sound of the Tao resounded throughout the nine heavens and ten earths. The Hongmeng gods and demons born before the universe were opened, they had the perception of seeing the original creation and establishing their minds. The magical powers were difficult to measure. The roar was indeed earth-shaking, and it was deafening in the vast sea of ​​suffering.

So some demons and dragon gods trapped in the Dao Fire suddenly became blessed to their hearts, and they gave birth to a force out of thin air, gritted their teeth and rushed out of the ocean, and escaped from the heavens.

But this roar also exhausted the magic power of the Ancestral Dragon's soul, and the whole person was relieved on the spot.

Suddenly, singing came from the sea water. At first, it was faintly vague, but later it became clearer. Then a crack broke out in the vast Dao Fire and walked out a gentle and elegant young man. A little phoenix hung on his shoulder, but his eyes seemed to be enlightened by chaos, boundless.

"There is no image in the ten directions, and the six paths are gone. You jump out of the three realms and are not in the five elements. Ancestral Daoist fellow, I am Qingxuan." The young man wrote a Taoist song and then greeted Zulong.

He is the Taoist master, not the supreme, and he still has some respect for the innate gods and demons who have achieved enlightenment in Hongmeng. Unfortunately, he is not lucky enough to become the Taoist master. He is ultimately a stream of mirrors, water and moon, which makes people sigh.

Zulong is a great master with extraordinary eyesight. He can't tell the truth that the Taoist raised his hands and feet were all intimately connected with the Tao. He quickly took a breath and bowed slightly and said, "Brother Taoist, what do you think of the teachings?"

The young man smiled and said, "I dare not see the teachings, but I want to borrow something from Brother Dao."

Zulong's heart was a sudden shock. He could understand the good and bad luck in the morning and realized it. He couldn't help but smile and said with a slut: "I don't know where to commit crimes from Brother Dao. I actually wanted my cultivation to be a painting cake."

Shen Lian smiled and said, "The gods and demons who died at the hands of fellow Taoists usually think so."

Although he was smiling, he made the Zulong feel endless chill.

The powerful god king who dominated the prehistoric world was unwilling to stop and transformed himself into a nine-clawed divine dragon, like the incarnation of the great Dao, filled with endless power of Tao, as if a single swing of his tail could turn the world upside down.

But when Shen Lian recited the Taoist Scripture softly, the divine furnace would produce endless suction.

The nine-clawed divine dragon continued to shrink and entered the divine furnace. Then it sizzled and turned into the ultimate pure essence of life.

Once the ancestor dragon dies, the dragon clans in the world will all respond and shed tears for no reason.

The dragon is the god of rain. They are sad together. The vast world suddenly rains heavily, pouring down, and it just keeps rushing, creating a huge flood that will destroy the world.

Once this prehistoric water floods, it is not the water of later generations. Among them, the innate aquamarine water is extremely rich. If it is not an extremely powerful creature or a powerful natural power, it cannot stop the flood and will directly corrupt the soul.

But Shen Lian, the initiator, had to commit endless murder.

It's just a fixed number of birth and death, which is what it is.

If it were not for the Taoist master, how could I understand the mystery?

The essence of the ancestor dragon was removed by the fire in the furnace, and the essence was the purest.

With the sleeves of Chen Jian robe, the divine furnace shrank and entered the cuff.

Then the Zhuxian sword energy attacked again, silently.

Chen Lian didn't notice it for a while, and a strand of hair was cut off.

The little phoenix on his shoulder was so scared that he shivered.

Chen Lian didn't think he was annoyed, and smiled, and a five-color innate sword energy popped out with his fingers and flew tens of thousands of miles away.

But here is the vast world, like chaos, with only an ancient god standing tall with great sturdyness, which is the Lord of Shangqing. As soon as the five-colored sword energy appears, the colors of the void here become brighter, giving birth to a colorful world, and many living creatures are transformed into it, which can be called a fairyland.

The Lord of Shangqing did not be fascinated by the scenery, and after a breath, the colorful world turned into ashes.

However, with this obstacle, I couldn't tell where I went for a while.

The Lord of Shangqing meditated slightly, walked through the ends of the world in one step, and appeared in the south of the prehistoric world, where there was an immortal volcano that could swallow and spit all year round. The mountain was full of sycamore trees and many phoenixes were inhabited.

An extremely beautiful peacock walked in the mountains, and the surrounding phoenixes gently avoided it when they saw it.

The peacock is extremely arrogant, but the pattern on the body is very gorgeous, with a colorful halo vaguely covering it.

Suddenly the peacock stopped because someone stopped him.

The Lord of Shangqing looked at Peacock and said, "I wish to worship me as my teacher."

The peacock had confusion in his eyes. He didn't know what the man was from, but he spoke wildly to him, the son of Fengzu, and wanted to accept him as his apprentice.

The peacock shook his head and looked at the Lord Shangqing with cold eyes.

The Lord of Shangqing said, "You will regret it after all."

Peacock didn't know what the person came, but she was vaguely disappointed. However, she refused to become a disciple, so she decided to be surrendered by Taoist Duobao, the first disciple of Taoist Lord Shangqing in the future. Until a long time later, Peacock realized that there was a glimmer of hope for change today, but she was missed.

The Lord Shangqing took another step and entered the Immortal Hall. Feng Zu seemed to be waiting in advance. She smiled bitterly and said, "My son is blessed."

The Taoist Master Shangqing said: "The Phoenix has virtue, so there is no need to try my Zhuxian Sword."

Feng Zu looked complicated, but he knew that this was an excellent ending. She was born with immortality, but when she met the Zhuxian Sword, this magical power would not work.

Zhu Xian will kill everything, and everything will not be destroyed. Except for the Taoist master, no one can escape.

Feng Zu did not struggle, and a raging flame appeared on his body, and finally burned out. This was the complete Nirvana, with only a wisp of pure flame left, and it was unstable to extinction.

The Lord of Shangqing said, "I will take over this method of Nirvana. When Duobao learns it in the future, he will return you to a fate method."

The Buddha's Nirvana and Transcendence is related to the fact that the Lord of Shangqing is taking the Phoenix Nirvana Dharma today.

The Taoist Lord was originally transcending the world and annihilated the past.

But now it has been manifested again, and it is indeed necessary to re-weave cause and effect. In the end, you have me and I have you, until everything is destroyed, and the existence of the nine Taoist lords will be completely detached, and there will be no trace.

The peacock was lost on the mountain road and did not part with her for a long time. So she remembered to ask her mother, so she rushed back to the Immortal Hall. He was the son of Fengzu, so naturally no one stopped him.

I went straight into the hall, but only saw a ray of flame.

The mother and son are connected to each other, and the peacock immediately understands the causes and consequences. It is extremely sad.

But the voice of Feng Zu sounded in his ears. The remaining soul thoughts of Feng Zu were just waiting for him to come.

"My son can practice the five-colored divine light, but he cannot comprehend the method of Nirvana."

This was Feng Zu's last words, and the Peacock could only nod in silence.

The soul thought seemed to be just to wait for this moment, and after the peacock nodded, it completely dissipated.
Chapter completed!