Extraordinary Prehistoric

Just as Luo Fan appeared in that strange void, and what he saw in front of him were huge and unmatched runes, inside the three-dimensional rune seal, Luo Fan's figure disappeared instantly.

Inside the entire three-dimensional talisman seal, only a strand of strange expectation the size of a strand of hair was suspended.

And that three-dimensional talisman seal also undergoes some extremely subtle changes with Luo Fan's disappearance, and suddenly, it seems to become nothingness, and the original sense of existence disappears in an instant.

It was like, suddenly, this three-dimensional talisman seal named Mofa Hall instantly changed into an imaginary shadow, without any substance at all.

Such a change immediately attracted the attention of Taoist Enlightenment.

At this time, Wu Daozi was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the Qilin Cliff, looking down at the 150 million vortex of the era, comprehending the mystery of it, and waiting for when it might appear, and walk through the vortex of the era. The cultivator appeared at this point in time on the way of spinning.

Suddenly, a certain change occurred somewhere on the Qilin Cliff.

This kind of change is extremely subtle, and even Wu Daozi himself can't discover the truth of the change, or understand the mystery.

But, after all, Wu Daozi is the master of this Qilin Cliff, the master of this dojo. After all, he has been cultivating here for hundreds of millions of years, and he has already been integrated with this Qilin Cliff. With a slight sense, the root of this change has been discovered for a hundred years.

"What's the matter?! What's the matter with you?!" He couldn't help feeling angrily when he sensed the root of the change. He stood up and took a step, and he had arrived at the end of the temple, that is, the eleven-story three-dimensional. Before Fu Zhuan.

At this time, the surface of the three-dimensional talisman seal did not look different from the previous one, but the aura in it was completely changed. The kind of original existence that made people feel extremely real, like a real object, a real palace. The feeling has been completely lost.

At first glance, this palace looked like a phantom that seemed extremely real.

"What's the matter?" Wu Daozi had such doubts between his mind and mind.

The change in front of him appeared on the Qilin Cliff. The original principle was no matter how complicated, he should be able to find some traces. Even if he couldn't know the truth, he would certainly not be unconscious.

But at this moment, facing the bizarre changes in the final temple in front of him, he just felt incomprehensible and at a loss.

If this kind of thing happened in the dojo of his master, the ancestor of ten thousand demons, he would naturally take it for granted, and he would not have any other feelings at all. But all this happened here, in Qilinya, where he lived on a dojo that was not known for hundreds of millions of years. For him, it was simply that a certain part of his body suddenly became extremely strange. Suddenly, I completely lost the sense of it. I can imagine how uncomfortable that feeling is.

"No matter how strong you are, your realm of Taoism is only the realm of quasi-sage and great achievement. How can I be ignorant of the things you make?!" Wu Daozi frowned, thinking like this between his mind and thoughts. With.

Thinking about it, his mind moved slightly, spread his right hand, and began to pinch dazzlingly.

This is a kind of supernatural power that he has to pass from the saint, which allows him to expend a lot of energy to calculate what he wants to calculate, including everything in the past, present, and future.

Of course, although this magical power itself has all the functions of calculating, but the effect of this function can only depend on the monk who uses this magical power.

For a quasi-sage like Wu Daozi, he has no doubts about the past, present, and future of hundreds of millions of years, as long as he is willing to consume his power, he can calculate it. But the past and the future beyond this time period are an impossible task for him-the estimated consumption beyond this time period is enough to consume all his power, and it may even be his life. , It may be completely exhausted by this consumption!

Originally, Wu Daozi was full of confidence, and thought that his magical powers were unfolded, and all the secrets of what happened in front of him would appear in his eyes without any concealment. Therefore, when he first started to calculate, he still looked careless. .

However, with his calculations, his face became more and more ugly, and the strength consumption in his body became more and more serious.

And the calculation movement of his right hand has become more and more rapid, and finally turned into a big hand of light and shadow, and every movement faintly has even surpassed the speed of light, and the surrounding time and space under this calculation movement, even produced The wonderful fluctuations formed a circle of wonderful ripples, spreading in all directions.

This calculation obviously contains a certain profound mystery, and these ripples caused by this calculation movement also bring such a trace of mystery.

In the process of proliferation, various inexplicable changes were derived, turning and turbulent between the void, and even faintly formed a strange three-dimensional picture of Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams.

Ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, one million years, ten million years, one hundred million years...

The time period estimated by Wu Daozi is getting bigger and bigger. It grows from a few days to ten years, and then continues to grow to a hundred million years. In the end, what he sees is exactly the same as what he sees before his eyes. The hall is still the same as it is at this time, it does not seem to have changed at all, and it is also so real at first glance, but after a little feeling, it is only a handful of phantoms, and there is no substance at all.

If this is the case for the next ten, a hundred, or even a hundred million years, Wu Daozi can still face it indifferently, thinking that it is these days that Luo Fan has not changed his approach, and has not restored this so-called doomsday temple.

However, this time period is more than just the future. It includes the past, present, and future!

In other words, not only the long years in the future, this hall of the end has such a weird form, but also the long time in the past that he has calculated. This hall of the end is just like this time, and there is no other form at all!

"How is this possible?! Could it be that my memories of more than two hundred years ago were all false? In the previous two hundred years, this person clearly appeared in front of me, and this hall was clearly real. Yes, it doesn't look like this!" In an instant, Wu Daozi almost broke down in cold sweat.

He couldn't help but have such thoughts.

This inferred supernatural power has infinite power, and the effect is beyond imagination. The past, present, and future estimated by him are completely true. This point, since he was given this magical power for hundreds of billions of years, he has had enough experience to prove it. I don't know how many times he has used this magical power to calculate the past and the future, without any accident. Or it will eventually appear, even if it is a subtle, no matter how sensitive the variables are, there is no difference from the estimated results. This is the source of his confidence.

But at this moment, the result calculated by this calculation of supernatural powers is clearly completely different from his memory. The things he experienced before have completely different appearances in this calculation result. How can he be able to Don't have such an idea?

After all, Wu Daozi is a disciple of a saint, with a firm heart. After doubting whether his previous memories are false, he no longer has any thoughts to figure out what is happening in front of him.

Instead, he sat down cross-legged directly in front of the temple, no matter what else, even if it was the vortex of more than 150 million times, he didn't care at all, and started directly from his initial memory. At the beginning, I began to re-realize my memories one by one.

He has an incomparable communication with the deduction from the ancestor of the saint and the ancestor of the demons. He does not doubt that the calculated result will be wrong. Therefore, when the result does not match his memory, the first thing he thinks about is himself. There is a problem with his memory.

Obviously, compared to the problems in his own memory, everything in front of him, whether it is the changes that have taken place in Luo Fan's Hall of End, or the changes that may occur in the vortex of that era, are insignificant.

After all, if the memories are all false, am I still me? Since I am no longer me, what sanctification, what plan, and where is there any meaning?

The time that Wu Daozi has experienced is extremely long, and it is difficult to describe the time he has experienced in almost trillions of years.

It is conceivable that the memory accumulated after such a long time is so huge.

If you want to smooth out your memory from the beginning, and look for the falsehoods and untruths in your memory, the time it takes is obviously not too short.

Therefore, as time passed year by year, Wu Daozi's body shape was the same as at the beginning, sitting cross-legged in front of the temple, with his eyes closed, bit by bit, smoothing his memory, bit by bit. Re-realize everything that I have experienced since my birth until now, and I have experienced everything that I have experienced for trillions of years.

This is an extremely vast project.

If an average person wants to re-smooth everything he has experienced in a week, and re-experience it in his mind, that would be an impossible task. At this time, what Wu Daozi has to do is not a week, not a month, not a year, or even a thousand years, but a long period of trillions.

You can imagine how difficult it is.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is ten thousand years.

For these ten thousand years, Wu Daozi has been sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes, realizing his own memory. And the three-dimensional talisman seal in front of him, called the Hall of End Fa, was also unchanged at the same time. After ten thousand years, it was still the same as before ten thousand years, without the slightest difference.

And in these ten thousand years, on this Qilin Cliff, there was originally a third monk and Taoist priest besides Wu Daozi and Luo Fan, but they were not like them, but had turned upside down. Variety.

After more than a thousand years after Wu Daozi cut off the outer edge, he completed the breakthrough of Dao Xing realm-by fully absorbing the mystery revealed by the aftermath of the battle between Wu Dao Zi and Cang Muzi, he made his Dao Xing realm from Dao Xing to the standard The realm of Saint Dacheng has advanced to the peak of Dacheng Quasi-Saint!

Such a realm, at the level of the Tao Xing realm alone, was only a step behind Luo Fan's end of the transcendence realm.

Of course, it is only from the perspective of the Taoist realm. Whether it is the method of cultivation, the real strength, or even the real Taoist realm, he and Luo Fan are tens of thousands of times different. This gap is enough to make Luo Fan relaxed. Yes, you don't even need to use your hands, the direct breath can be directly turned into powder with a light pressure.

When the evangelist came back to his mind, he found that everything in Qilinya had completely changed its appearance before he entered the concentration practice. Except for the ruins not far from him, everything was the same as when he had just arrived at Qilinya. The above situation is generally the same, as if time has returned to that time.

Such a change made him feel a little dazed for a while.

However, the changes in his realm of Taoism made him know very clearly that this time was not going backwards, and made him understand that he had gained unimaginable benefits on this Qilin Cliff.

For a while, he even had some inexplicable gratitude to Wu Daozi, the original admiration for the saints turned into admiration for Wu Daozi himself.

Under such circumstances, for the next thousands of years, he took the initiative to take on the things that Wu Daozi did before.

He himself sat on the edge of the Qilin Cliff, waiting for the creatures that might appear in the vortex of more than 150 million times, walked through that path, and passed 9,999 levels.

I don't know if it was his luck or bad luck. Over the past eight thousand years, there have been eight groups of creatures that have rushed out of the eight vortexes of the 150 million times.

The reason for using eight batches instead of eight is also very simple. But it was the creature that rushed out of the vortex of that era, and not every vortex of era had only one monk.

Among them, there were more than one monk who rushed out of the vortex of six eras, the most, and even reached as many as thirty.

For these monks who rushed out of the vortex of the times and came to this Qilin Cliff, the Taoist evangelist took up the air and treated them as they were when Wu Daozi treated him.

In the eyes of Wu Daozi, Luo Fan, Cang Muzi, Yu Shenzi and others, the strength of the evangelist Taoist is insignificant, and it can be completely wiped out without even using a breath to crush it. But in fact, as a cultivator at the pinnacle of Dacheng Quasi-Saint, his strength was extremely powerful compared to ordinary cultivators.

Among these eight batches of monks, although each is a Dacheng quasi-sage, the strongest among them is only Dacheng quasi-sage Xiaocheng, and the two small realms of Dacheng and Pinnacle are still far from the evangelist. This gap has already reached a gap that cannot be narrowed by the accumulation of numbers.

In other words, such a gap is meaningless to the evangelist, the number of these monks is meaningless, and there is no difference between one and tens of millions-unless they can use any method to gather and sublimate the power of the whole. Of course, it’s another story—therefore, for them, the evangelist is the same as the enlightenment for the evangelist, and it has the same crushing advantage, which is enough to overcome these thousands of years of conflict. A monk out of the vortex of the times.

In this way, the result is obvious.

Although these monks were not completely convinced by the oppression like the evangelists, and even admired Wu Daozi in turn, they also obediently found a place on this Qilin Cliff to open up a cave and did not dare to leave this Qilin Cliff.

Because of the efforts of the evangelists, the number of monks in Qilinya after these ten thousand years is no longer the very few three at the beginning, but has expanded to as many as 96.

Whenever I see that the size of the monks in Qilinya has expanded so much from the beginning, the preacher can't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart: "I don't know how the saint disciple should praise me for seeing this after waking up."

Whenever he thought of this, he looked forward to it.

If Luo Fan knew the mentality of the preacher, he would definitely be extremely disdainful.

On this day, when the evangelist was waiting for the vortex of that era, when another monk appeared to pass the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels, a strong wave suddenly swept the entire Qilin somewhere in the Qilin Cliff. The cliff even affected the surrounding sea of ​​clouds.

This fluctuation is a kind of breath fluctuation.

And this kind of aura that caused this fluctuation was so vast that it was unimaginable, and even the preacher felt a sense of suffocation, the kind of ambition accumulated over thousands of years because of many things that have been accumulated over the years. He was completely struck by this breath in an instant.

Of course, although he was full of ambition, there was still a feeling of expectation in his heart.

Because he had already sensed it, and the aura that caused such fluctuations was an aura he was extremely familiar with.

This kind of breath is the breath he has been expecting for thousands of years, the breath of enlightenment!

Obviously, the appearance of this aura means that the Enlightenment Daozi has undergone a change. From the perspective of the Enlightenment Daozi's state, it is very likely that he has awakened from that extremely strange state.

The facts are as expected by the evangelist. The enlightened son who was before the temple, opened his eyes at this time, and the aura on his body began to rise endlessly.

Wu Daozi is the pinnacle quasi-sage. The aura on his body is unmatched and mysterious, and he can even condense all kinds of strange creatures to confront the enemy. If he wanted it, all the creatures on the Qilin Cliff would be completely wiped out because of his endless improvement of his aura.

However, Wu Daozi did not have this idea of ​​obliterating all living beings. Therefore, although his aura was elevated, it did not produce a change in the form of a strange beast. Instead, it was like flowing water, just simply flooding the world, pure It's just to show his existence to the world.

"My memory, there is no problem!" At this moment, there is only such a thought between Wu Daozi's mind and mind. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)