This Huanglong is a bit stable

Chapter 58

"It's a good congenital spirit treasure that I made casually, but it's still a notch lower than the real one in Dijun's hands." Nuwa was very interested.

I don't want to talk too much.

In the past, Nv Wa was the emperor of the Heavenly Court. Because of her enlightenment and sanctification, her relationship with Di Jun became more subtle. The sky cannot be without two masters, and power cannot be shared.

Now if she still wants to use the Hetu Luoshu in the hands of Dijun to suppress the fate of heaven, it will be extremely difficult, not to mention that Fuxi proved the Tao in the human race, the past and the past, the cause and effect have disappeared.

The great prosperity of humanity is already destined by the heavens.

How could Di Jun be willing to watch his heaven decline with his own eyes.

He helped Fuxi for no reason.

"Forty-five prohibitions, only three steps away from becoming a top-level innate spiritual treasure, don't you think it's a pity?" Huang Long unfolded the Hetu Luoshu, and the innate divine pattern was made by Nuwa imitating the Hetu Luoshu.

But after all, it's not authentic, it's still a little bit worse.

For Fuxi to be the perfect emperor, he is still far behind.

But if there is a little slack, for Fuxi's great cause of proving the Tao, it is basically a high-rise building with an unstable foundation. In the end, if he wants to go back to repair the foundation, the difficulty will not only increase a little.

"Why don't you borrow Dijun's Hetu Luoshu?"

Nuwa has the Qiankun Ding to refine the innate spirit treasure, and this family is the only one in the prehistoric world. Except for Nuwa, there is no saint who has the background of Nuwa. The innate spirit treasure is really one less.

Even Taoist Duobao who claims to be Duobao, in fact, most of the spiritual treasures are acquired attributes, even Huanglong, it is just a fluke to get a few congenital spiritual treasures.

Basically, it is a reward from a saint.

After Huanglong, there will be no one who can reach the level of a quasi-sage in the future. After Huanglong and other disciples of the three generations of Xuanmen have refined all the spiritual treasures.

foreseeable future.

They will be the disciples who are in charge of Taoism.

The premise is that the sage retires and no longer appears in the eyes of the world. Of course, after the conferment of the gods, Hongjun Taoist ancestor issued a decree, and few sages of heaven dared to refute.

The thought of life and death is in the hands of Taoist ancestors.

"If you can borrow it, I still need your words." Nuwa could think of using fakes to help Fuxi prove the truth, and she had obviously been to the Heavenly Court, but Di Jun didn't like her too much.

Forcibly demanding, I am afraid that it will shake the foundation of the Heavenly Court, and this matter will naturally be left alone.

"Hetu Luoshu, the innate dao rhyme is not perfect, if the great god Fuxi can't return to the original, and prove the emperor, don't you think it's a pity?" Huang Long is not very kind.

Let Fuxi witness the emperor.

It was Huanglong who had no choice but to stop.

Fuxi's proof requires a huge amount of merit, and the number of human races reproduces like Hengsha. It is nothing more than supporting the three emperors and five emperors, eight big bosses, and the three emperors are the foundation of the human race.

Suppress the luck of the human race in the Fire Cloud Cave.

But if there is an accident, Fuxi's foundation is not stable, and it will inevitably shake the aura of the human race. Huanglong's previous life was a human race after all, and he didn't want the human race to experience more hardships.

Although good things take time, who doesn't want to lie flat all the way?

"You have other options."

Nuwa showed a hint of doubt, Huanglong usually feels her love and hate.Of course, hatred is at the top, after all, she herself regards Huang Long as a wage earner.

Help Fuxi prove the way.

In addition, he is still very defensive.

This time, the reincarnation of Xifeng incarnation, Huang Long is basically a free laborer, even if he didn't get any benefits, how could he help himself?

Nu Wa was puzzled.

"Have."

Huanglong made his idea on Nuwa's Qiankun Ding, which is an innate spiritual treasure, but has the ability to return to innateness. Huanglong assisted the Qingyun golden lantern condensed by heaven, material and earth treasures with magical powers.

After all, it is just an acquired attribute.

If he wants to reverse the innate, then Huanglong can be like Yuanshi Tianzun, a golden lamp that shines through the ages, innate and acquired, although there is a difference of one word, the power is very different.

What's more, the Qingyun Golden Lantern is the only acquired supernatural power in Huanglong's body. He wants to refine this supernatural power to the innate state, which can transform the world into a great way.

The emergence of innate spiritual treasures, each of which fits a kind of avenue.

In the prehistoric world, there were not many innate spiritual treasures.

"Tell me now."

Empress Nuwa stared at Huang Long anxiously. As a brother-in-law, Nuwa still didn't mind taking the trouble to make Fuxi's road go a little smoother.

"I have a spiritual treasure, which is between supernatural powers and magic treasures. It is the Qingyun Golden Lamp. I want to use my mother's hand to refine it in the Qiankun Cauldron to rebel against the innate."

A cloud floated above Huanglong's head, a yellow spot of light, like a candle, in the depths of the cloud, exuded a dazzling light, suppressing Huanglong's own luck.

It also has the power to isolate the erosion of gods and demons and protect the mind.

"My palace agrees."

"That empress will refine it for me in the Yellow River Dragon Palace, and I will come whenever I go." Huang Long walked out of the Dragon Palace.

Follow the river.

All the way north.

The northern polar region, the sea of ​​the underworld, was originally a peaceful place, but now it is covered with dark clouds, the sea of ​​blood is rolling, and thunder is raging.

This place has become a Jedi.

The resentment is hard to dispel, and the ghosts are wandering.

Perhaps it won't be long before the sea of ​​darkness in the north may turn into a place of darkness, where ghosts and gods breed.

In the Sea of ​​Darkness, the cultivating Xuangui also suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. He originally practiced in the Sea of ​​Darkness, and he never did anything harmful.

Either on the way to doze off, or already fell into a long sleep.

Occasionally wake up and swallow fish and shrimp.

Happy leisure, joy at ease.

Gonggong smashed Buzhou Mountain, and the sky collapsed. The Master of Tongtian came over with the Qingping sword, without saying a word, cut off his limbs, and used them as the pillars supporting the sky.

What did he do wrong?
Is laziness an original sin?

When was Honghuang such a danger...

Xuan Gui's primordial spirit was taken away by the Master Tongtian, reincarnated and extradited as a disciple of Jiejiao, but his body was left behind in the sea of ​​Beiming, especially the tortoise shell.

It is covered with moss, trees.

In the desolate land, it is a rare bit of green.

"Make the best use of everything. Fellow Daoist Xuangui, if your limbs support the sky, why don't you let the tortoise shell out as well, so as to fulfill Fuxi, and keep the treasure from dust." Huanglong displayed his supernatural powers.

Invite a piece of clouds, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and wash the turtle shell clean.

As for the other parts of the black tortoise, they have been devoured by other creatures long ago. You must know that the black tortoise is an ancient alien species with innate divine patterns on its back, and it is the best choice for fortune-telling.

The fortune teller on the street stall, who doesn't put a tortoise shell on his body to figure out the secret?
What?

After all, Huanglong underestimated the erosion of time.

The tortoise shell of the black tortoise has turned into a mountain peak, but this does not mean Nuwa, it is a big problem for Huanglong, but for Nuwa, it is nothing more than throwing some firewood into the Qiankun cauldron to burn it.

call!
Huanglong called out the dharma, the heaven and the earth, the dragon's head and human body, five thousand feet high, carried the mountain peak transformed by the black turtle on his shoulders, and walked step by step towards the Yellow River Dragon Palace.

(End of this chapter)