The Green Snake of the Great Wilderness becomes enlightened

Chapter 512
Therefore, Qing Luo has the final say in this world, he is the master of this world.

Qing Luo's huge and misty white figure sits cross-legged in the middle of this world, he is the center of this world, everything needs to be headed by him.

The thousand or so immortals who came here for the first time were all in shock.Shocked for a long time, until they were shocked again.

This time, I was shocked because of the abnormality of this world.

They discovered that there is no aura in this world, let alone the heavens and tunnels in the dark, and even the three thousand avenues and one hundred and eight thousand small avenues in the world, there is not even a trace of them!
They were horrified again, there is no Tao, their Tao is here, there is no way to borrow, no way to use.

The world here is a vacuum of Dao, which was cut off by Qingluo from all Dao and Dharma in the prehistoric world.

The world is like white paper, nothing.

For the pen and ink, he wrote mountains and rivers and swayed splendor.

When the monks who came to this world were still in shock, the tall figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the world, the ethereal figure who dominated this world suddenly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there are endless dao patterns, each of which comes from the most ancient dao pattern at the beginning of primordial origin, and comes from the imprint in Yuanling pagoda.

Thousands of Golden Immortals and Hundreds of Taiyis just glanced at each other and exchanged glances with that supreme great man.

If the coming person is a quasi-sage, or a Da Luo Jinxian, it is a chance.Because very few people have seen the mystery of the innate treasure, let alone the core of the treasure?
But for them, the Golden Immortal Taiyi, the difference in realm is too far, and chance will become a disaster.

Qing Luo didn't look at those sinking Taoists, if no one pays attention to them, within a hundred years, thousands of immortals will explode and die.

It's good to let them sink, so that they won't be able to bear the next Dao Xiang.

The Yuanling Pagoda held by the palms of Qing Luo's hands burst into immeasurable light. In an instant, [-] of the more than [-] chains hanging around him flew up, one end was wrapped around the Yuanling Pagoda, and the other end was connected across the hollow Among the [-] immortal spirit altars.

Thousands of immortals closed their dull eyes one after another, and Qing Luo also closed their eyes.

He wants to comprehend these hundred kinds of great ways and thousands of small ways.Of course, Qing Luo doesn't want to cultivate thousands of ways, but to connect these thousand ways with the derived ways.

The way of derivation, derivation of all things in the world, not only derivation of life, derivation of change, derivation of death, derivation of reincarnation. . .What is between heaven and earth can be derived, and what is outside of heaven and earth can also be derived.

Qingluo brought these more than a thousand immortals, not only with the help of them, but also to give them a great fortune.

The derivative road chain creates [-] worlds, forming a small world.

The world of Qingluo is Yanjie, which is a small world in terms of prehistoric world.As far as these one hundred and one hundred small worlds are concerned, it is also a big world.

One thousand one hundred immortals entered one thousand one hundred spiritual worlds.In their respective small worlds, they have sealed [-]% of their memories and only [-]% of their scattered memories. In each world, they start a new path from the time of birth, like a reincarnation, and practice in the next life.

There are more than a thousand worlds, grotesque, strange, and different.Thousands of immortals have comprehended more than a thousand ways, all of which are different ways. They will practice all the way, only one kind of main way, go to the pinnacle of the world, reach the extreme of the middle way in the small world, and then wake up.

In the spiritual world, they are implicated in the way of derivation and have luck against the weather. No matter how dangerous or desperate they are, they will never die and will eventually reach the extreme.

And Qingluo is outside the world, with the primordial spirit to comprehend more than a thousand ways, and under the blessing of the Yuanling Pagoda, his power of the primordial spirit, which is comparable to half a step of Hunyuan, is enough to run and comprehend more than a thousand ways.

You know, when he was in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, his power of primordial spirit was enough to count how many grains of sand there were in a desert at a glance.

When he was in the Quasi-Holy Realm, he could see everything in a small thousand worlds at a glance.

At this moment, he is participating in thousands of ways, with more than a thousand immortals as his guide, he is the source, participating in thousands of ways, and casting derivatives.

In Yanjie, it was as silent as ever, with only one majestic figure facing thousands of immortals with their eyes closed.

. . .

In the middle of Huaguo Mountain, there is an auspicious cloud, and there is a beautiful woman standing in the world.

The visitor was dressed in a purple skirt with wide sleeves, with a peerless appearance, a face of hibiscus, lips of red vermilion, eyebrows of distant mountains, and a smile like the warm sun in spring, like a spring breeze.

She holds a purple-green sword in her hand, the scabbard is purple-green, with three treasures and a necklace, and the light of the treasures is scattered.

She looked at Huaguo Mountain and said with a smile: "This mountain is really a good place. There is nothing left or right, let's go down for a walk."

After all, as soon as the cloud head fell, she entered the mountain and walked into Huaguo Mountain.

After a long time, a tumultuous cloud passed through thousands of miles in an instant, and a gust of wind blew away the clouds in the sky, revealing a shaggy-faced man-monkey with excited eyes, with his hands on his eyebrows, Stretching out his head to look around, he said happily again: "Yes, it's here!

Huaguoshan, my grandson is back! "

There is an unconcealable excitement in his words. This is the place where he was born and was born. This is his hometown. He has been away for hundreds of years. Even if he is strong in his heart, how can he miss his hometown?

He can only bury this feeling deeply in the practice of Taoism, and use the joy of Taoism to cover up his longing for his hometown.

As soon as Sun Wukong's cloud head fell, he went straight to the waterfall outside Shuilian Cave.

However, Sun Wukong's face changed when he saw it.

I saw that the waterfall that was originally supposed to be a huge mountain and river flowed down, but there was no trace of water. Instead, it was replaced by a golden light curtain, covering the water curtain hole revealed by the waterfall.

Moreover, the surrounding area of ​​the entire Shuilian Cave is full of traces of supernatural powers and magic fights, the rocks are broken, the vegetation is turned into ashes, and there is an air of decay.

Sun Wukong was startled and angry, he glanced into the cave with his spiritual sense, and said loudly: "My children, your king, the Monkey King, is back!"

These words contained Monkey King's mana, and as soon as they came out, they swayed into the Water Curtain Cave.

After a short breath, two apes, one yellow and one black, walked out of the Water Curtain Cave, looking cautiously out of the cave.

As soon as they saw Sun Wukong, they were stunned for a moment, then they were overjoyed and shouted: "It is true that the king is back, the king is back!"

In the Water Curtain Cave, hundreds of monkeys ran out of the cave one after another, and came to Monkey King, weeping happily, "Meet the King!"

Sun Wukong looked at the group of monkeys, all of them were disabled, some had burnt black hair, some had wounds, and even monkeys with severed limbs.

There was a pain in his heart, and then he was furious, but Sun Wukong didn't get angry, he just said with relief on his face: "Children, I came back late and made you suffer. My old grandson will never let you suffer again. .”

When the group of monkeys heard this, they all wailed and cried, and burst into tears.

At this time, an old voice came, saying: "The old ape is guilty, he failed to protect the clan, and he is ashamed of the king."

(End of this chapter)