[Honghuang] The days before sanctification

In the Zixiao Palace, the time passed, Qingyun's primordial spirit was protected by the accompanying Lingbao, Nanming Lihuo left with Duobao, she turned into a green lotus, and recuperated in the lotus pond.

"Not yet awake."

Two Taoist boys in blue Taoist robes and buns were lying beside the lotus pond, looking at the extremely flamboyant green lotus in the middle of the lotus pond, with a rainbow as a bridge on the green lotus pod.

"Perhaps the injury was too serious." One of the little Taoists held a magic weapon in his hand, with clouds under his feet, and watered Qinglian bit by bit.

When Qingyun gradually regained consciousness, she heard a crisp sound in her ears, and then a basin of clear water poured down her head. Back to the body.

Slightly sloppy green lotus, the petals could not support too much water and drooped slightly, and then all the water in the petals fell into the lotus pond.

Qing Yun shook the lotus, threw out the excess water, looked at the two little Taoist boys in front of him, swayed the stems and asked doubtfully, "Who are you waiting for?"

"Hey, I'm awake!" Yao Chi, who was holding a magic weapon, frowned, said with joy in his words, "My name is Yao Chi."

Haotian, who had been making soy sauce below, heard Qingyun's voice, and couldn't help feeling a little bit more energetic. One must know that since Qingyun took root in the lotus pond, it has been roughly a hundred years.

There are not many living beings in this Zixiao Palace, and Haotian Yaochi is a boy next to Daozu, and the two of them have been together for a long time, but they want new friends.

"My name is Haotian."

Qingyun shook the stem again, and said in a cheerful tone, "My name is Qingyun, and my Taoist name is different."

Since then, in the future Iron Triangle of Heavenly Court, the three giants have now formally formed an alliance of small partners, and will also give the immortals a lot of food after dinner in the prehistoric Heavenly Court in the future.

All the tribes in the prehistoric land are living in panic, and the Empress of the Wu clan is missing. In Zixiao Palace, Qingyun finally got rid of the lotus flower, the petals of the lotus fluttered and the stem moved, and a girl of small stature appeared on the lotus pond. , the cyan robe is embroidered with green lotuses that are in bud, and there are lotus leaves on the plain dress, which seem to be stained with water beads and are crystal moist.

"Finally changed back." Qing Yun frowned, with fleshy cheeks and short fingers, standing on the lotus pond, jumping and jumping, jumping off the lotus pond without any pressure.

She looked up at the gate of the palace not far in front of the lotus pond. There was a plaque hanging on it, with mysterious Dao patterns written on it. Qing Yun said softly, "Zixiao Palace."

"Is it the master's ashram?" Tilting his head, Qing Yun climbed up to the lotus pond and sat down, resting his chin in both hands, staring at the palace gate with a bit of resentment, "Should we knock on the door?"

"I haven't seen the master yet."

Suddenly the gate of Zixiao Palace opened, and two Taoist boys in cyan Taoist robes walked out of the door, holding a round face and making a serious appearance.

Haotian winked at Qingyun, Yao Chi said, "The teacher called you in."

"Oh." Qing Yun calmly ignored Haotian's mischief, jumped off the lotus pond, and walked into Zixiao Palace.

However, after entering the Zixiao Palace, Qing Yun calmed down, and saw the thin old man sitting on the cloud bed, wearing a dark red Taoist robe, with a crown on his head, with his eyes closed and unable to see a bit of momentum, just like an ordinary human old man.

But it is such an ordinary old man who can no longer be ordinary, but he is the Dao ancestor who surpasses the six saints!

"Qingyun pays homage to Master Dao." A pair of eyes looked at Daozu with sly eyes, but his actions and words were respectful.

"En." An extremely light and indifferent voice sounded in Zixiao Palace.

Daozu's eyes were still closed, Qing Yun stood up straight and looked at Daozu without any scruples, then she looked around, there was no futon, and her eyes immediately fell on Daozu's cloud bed.

Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, Qingyun Xiaoqinglian, whose body has shrunk and even his intelligence has shrunk a lot, moved his body carefully, and moved little by little to the cloud bed of Daozu, but unfortunately his stature was too short.

Wuliu's eyeballs rolled, and Qingyun Xiaoqinglian pulled Daozu's robe, kicked hard, and climbed onto the cloud bed. She was very proud, and when she looked up, she saw her master opened her eyes and watched quietly. She messes around.

The Qingyun Xiaoqinglian, who had successfully shrunk into a silly white sweet, looked at Daozu and grinned foolishly at Daozu, "Master."

Daozu couldn't take his eyes off, looking at Qingyun's eyes without any emotional fluctuations, Qingyun only felt that his neck was sore, and wanted to lower his head and lie down, when he saw Daozu stretched out his hand to Qingyun's neck, and there was a flat and flat one in the other hand. Round black stones.

"Where is your weapon?"

arms?Qing Yun, who leaned against Daozu to enjoy the shade, blinked his eyes, and it took him a while to realize that his little hands pulled out a lot of things from the secondary space, and the only thing that caught his eye was the transparent and white flute.

That flat and round thing was suspended in mid-air, Dong Yanyang immediately floated up and rotated side by side with that flat and round thing.

"what is this?"

"Chaos dark stone."

In fact, that flat and round stone was the Fenbao Rock where Taoist ancestors distributed treasures back then, but at that time, everyone's eyes were on those acquired and innate spiritual weapons, but no one knew the magical function of this thing.

Daozu's skinny finger tapped lightly, and a little fluorescent light entered it, and Dong Yanyang and Fen Baoyan immediately fused together.

One black and one white in the line of sight, the boundaries are clear, Qing Yun blinked, quietly watching the two things merge together, and was also curious in his heart, is it one black and one white or all white or all black?

After waiting for a long time, when the black and white merged, the rotation stopped, and what appeared in front of Qing Yun was a whole body as black as ink, with a white lotus at the tail without other decorations, blooming brightly under the simplicity.

"Advanced spirit weapon." Daozu nodded in satisfaction.

Qing Yun looked at the flute floating in front of him, and could no longer see its original appearance, but the lotus flower at the end of the flute was not engraved but grew on the flute, from white to blue, the color changed little by little without deliberate.

The intimacy raised from the heart stretched out five short hands, just enough to wrap the flute.

"Thank you, master." Qing Yun held the heavy flute in his arms, with frowning eyebrows.

Daozu withdrew his hand on Qingyun's neck, and said, "Although it is an acquired spiritual treasure, it is an advanced treasure, and it can be a congenital treasure if you improve as you cultivate."

Amazing!Qing Yun held Dong Yanyang in surprise.

Suddenly the invisible coercion came, Qingyun couldn't breathe, his cheeks flushed, Daozu waved his hand, and the coercion dissipated immediately, only the voice of coquettish Willie resounded in Honghuang.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, now my descendant is willing to transform into the six realms, to be the place where the soul returns, the place of rest, and the place of reincarnation."

It turned out that Hou Tu sat on the side of the sea of ​​blood and sat quietly for thousands of years to realize the Tao.

"All living beings have their own karma. Do good and go to the three good ways: heaven, human, and Asura; do evil and fall into the three evil ways: hell, hungry ghosts, and animals; those who are big about right and wrong go to the eighteenth level of hell." A huge round wheel was raised, and the rotation of the round wheel gradually slowed down. I saw the six realms of heaven, human, asura, hell, evil spirits, and animals engraved on it. I just don’t know what the eighteen levels of hell are?

Empress Houtu incarnated in reincarnation but left words of eighteen hells. Patriarch Minghe knew his chance to become enlightened, and immediately said, "I would like to help Empress Houtu, and use the sea of ​​blood as eighteen hells."

After the ancestor of Minghe finished speaking, when the eighteen levels of hell in the local mansion were completed, merits and virtues would descend from the sky, golden lotuses would spring up from the earth, continuous golden luck, and the purple energy from nowhere would sink into the six realms of reincarnation. among.

From a strange light, I saw the Empress Dowager, who had died and disappeared, slowly walking out of the six circles of reincarnation, with a peaceful expression every step of the way, while Patriarch Minghe was not allowed to be holy, so he cut off his own corpse, and the three corpses merged into one to become a saint But he is not a sage of heaven, but a golden immortal of Hunyuan Daluo!

But both of them were sanctified because of the underworld, so they were trapped in hell and could not leave without reason.But to the words of Empress Pingxin and Patriarch Minghe, it doesn't matter whether it is difficult or not, they are people who cultivated the Tao, and now they are sanctified, no matter where they are.

No matter what race in the prehistoric land, they all praised loudly, "Ping Xin is kind and compassionate."

It's just that Empress Pingxin's heart is attached to the witch clan, and the tasteless spiritual weapon suddenly appeared, Empress Pingxin's six reincarnations at one point, the remaining essence and blood from when she was the ancestor witch of Houtu appeared, the light in her eyes flickered slightly, her red lips were slightly pursed, The empress lowered her eyes, retracted her five fingers, and saw the drop of blood essence fused with the spiritual weapon, wriggling, and within a moment, she became the queen of the ancestors and witches.

"Let's go!" Madam Pingxin sighed, and with a wave of her bare hand, the spiritual weapon disappeared in a stream of light.

"From now on, there is only peace!"

Not to mention how stupid and cute Qingyun is in Zixiao Palace, but also to mention the Ancestral Witch Hall. Now there are only eleven Ancestral Witches left among the twelve Ancestral Witches. The atmosphere is heavy when they gather in the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"How about collecting human spirits?" Di Jiang spoke first.

"It's packed with something special, but I don't know how to deal with it?" Jumang said.

"Now that the Houtu girl has turned into the six realms of reincarnation, both of them are indispensable in the Great Formation of Gods and Demons."

"Brother, do you want to mention the great witch again?" Ju Mang frowned, "I don't understand, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for the gods to make a big battle."

"The only one in the family who can be an ancestor witch is Hou Yi, but he has a karma with the monster clan, so he cannot be an ancestor witch now. If he is forcibly lifted, he will hurt his shin."

"Then what should I do!" Qiang Liang dissatisfied, "How could Houtu leave at such a critical moment!"

"Brother!" Xuan Ming sternly said, "Brother, what do you mean by these words!"

Xuan Ming was not as peaceful as Hou Tu, with evil eyes in his beautiful eyes, watching the weapon in Qiang Liang's hand appear.

"You have a good relationship with Houtu, so you must speak for her!" Qiang Liang was also unscrupulous, and he didn't know what the saint was thinking. He actually handed that... that witch-slaying sword to the demon clan, "the demon clan has The witch-slaying sword, and the Zhoutian Xingdou array. If the Houtu girl is still there, why should we be afraid!"

"At the end of the day, Qiangliang, you are just scared!" Xuanming sneered, "Since you are scared, we might as well bow down to the Yaozu!"

"What nonsense!"

Xuan Ming and Qiang Liang quarreled, and what Qiang Liang said might be exactly what the remaining ancestral witches were thinking, but Zhu Jiuyin suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he said in a very low voice, "Maybe, girl Houtu will be our Last chance."

There were endless quarrels in the ancestral witch's hall. Suddenly, the door opened, and a beautiful woman in palace costume appeared at the door. Her brows were indifferent but she looked the same as Hou Tu.

"Sister Houtu!" Gonggong was the first to find out. He shook his head in surprise and retorted, "No, you are not Houtu."

"I am a drop of blood that my mother left in the prehistoric world before her death." The indifferent voice, no matter how the same appearance is, it is still not Houtu.

"Then Houtu really fell?" Xuan Ming asked worriedly.

'Houtu' looked at Xuanming, his face seemed to soften a lot, "Young lady was sanctified due to the reincarnation of the six realms, and she can only be in the underworld since then."

The words of 'Houtu' are like a booster, so Zhu Rong laughed and said, "The monster clan has Nuwa, but we have our own sister, Houtu!"

"Now we are not far behind the power of the demon clan. As long as we think about how to deal with the human spirit and fight against the witch-slaying sword, we will have no worries!"

Di Jiang looked at 'Houtu' and said, "Your Majesty, she has other words."

'Houtu' also looked at Dijiang with a calm expression, "From then on, I only have peace of mind." Ignoring Dijiang's obvious emotional changes, 'Houtu' looked at Jumang again and said, "My lady, tell me to take that human spirit Let me take them back to the underworld, and let them reincarnate on their own."

"Permit to keep the witch clan alive."

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