Great Antiquity: I Created the Twelve Ancestral Witch of the Devil's Edition

Water droplets rise and fall along the river.

But this time, Wang Xuan found that the water droplets he turned into could move.

The magical rules in the big river weakened his binding force.

He can go down the river, or flow forward against the river.

He curiously tried to swim against the current.

Strange things happen.

As the water droplets he turned into flow back, he "sees" many things from the past.

Hou Yi mastered the power of the Three Thousand Laws and broke through into the Ancestral Witch.

Houtu and Dijiang came to the Taoist Palace to apologize.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong came to capture him and were injured by him.

The past is like a replay, presented one by one.

It has been replayed until he has just traveled to the prehistoric and became the master of the Daowen Palace.

Upstream, the river is still flowing.

However, the water droplets he turned into could not continue to flow backwards.

It seems that this is the limit of his countercurrent.

After trying several times, but still unable to pass, Wang Xuan gave up and charged with the waves.

The past reappeared again, and Wang Xuan was like a bystander, watching himself live in the prehistoric times for thousands of years.

Looking at it, a flash of light flashed in Wang Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

He was so enlightened.

He thought of the origin of this great river.

Time goes by!

"Yes, it is the long river of time!"

Among the three thousand avenues that Wang Xuan understood, there was the avenue of time.

He used the Avenue of Time to comprehend the surroundings, and he really felt the power of the Avenue of Time.

Time is long, time is long, the most mysterious river.

Like time, it is everywhere but hard to touch.

Just like when Wang Xuan realized the Dao and dreamed, the sound of water flow always lingered in his ears, and it lasted for a long time.

He couldn't do without time, so the sound of water could not dispel.

It's always there, it's just that you can't hear it.

The long river of time flows from the ancient past to the boundless future.

Even if the Great Desolation is destroyed, it still exists.

Because the prehistoric times existed.

Existed, there is a long river of time.

Every drop of water in the long river of time is a living being.

The water droplets evaporate and disappear, representing the death of life.

In the long river of time, destroying a drop of water can kill a living being.

Mysterious and unpredictable.

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Chapter 19 The immortal long river waves in a circle, and two thousand years pass away in the blink of an eye

In the long river of time, the imprint of the true spirit can also be placed.

Even if the immortals are killed and die, they can still be reborn in the past or at some point in the future with the help of the imprint of the true spirit.

"I actually entered the long river of time!"

Wang Xuan Wuhen sighed with emotion. From his own situation, he thought of the immortals in the wild.

"When I was in Jinxian, I dreamed of the long river of time, and at that time I could break the gap of time and enter the long river.

It's a pity that I didn't know it was a long time, I missed the opportunity, and I was too scared to sleep. "

Looking back now, the sound of water flowing in his ears from time to time reminded him: Fool, come on the waves in the long river of time.

"All the immortals in the wild have inheritance, and they will definitely enter the long river of time at the first time.

I heard that Daluo Jinxian can transcend the long river of time and integrate all the past, present and many futures into one.

To achieve no past, no present, no future.

Their true spirit imprints are all over the long river of time, and as long as the long river of time is immortal, they will coexist with the long river of time.

Quasi-sages and saints are stronger than Daluo Jinxian, and the means are unimaginable.

The flood is too scary, I am a Taiyi Jinxian, it is better to be careful.If you don't prove Da Luo Dao Fruit, you will never take half a step in the Taoist Palace. "

Wang Xuan once again realized how small he was, and controlled his consciousness to leave the long river of time and return to the flesh.

The sound of the water subsided.

Not ringing anymore.

Wang Xuan has entered the long river of time once, and knows how to control the sound of the flow of time and how to get in and out of the long river of time.

He can break the gap of time at any time and enter the river of time.

However, he did not want to enter the long river of time frequently.

Because, unknowingly, more than two thousand years have passed.

However, he felt that he had only stayed for a short time in the long river of time and had returned to the past.

"Going into the long river of time once, more than two thousand years have passed, which is more terrifying than the previous dream of a hundred years.

It's almost like traveling from more than [-] years ago to the present.

Oops, I promised to give Emperor Jiang Zuwu a tattoo, but it was delayed for more than [-] years. He wouldn't think I broke my promise. "

Wang Xuan no longer felt that the time was passing by, and hurried into the hall.

Houtu and Dijiang have not left.

They waited in the hall for more than two thousand years and were not in a hurry.

For more than [-] years, it was only a brief moment for these ancestor witches who had survived for millions of years.

They were talking quietly.

"Fellow Daoist Wang Xuan has rested for more than [-] years and has not woken up yet. It seems that tattoos are taking a huge toll on him."

"This is natural, the law of the Wu clan is inherently destined, but Daoist Wang Xuan forcibly changed it and went against the sky.

Brother, his tattoos are very important to the Wu people, but we cannot ask for them without restraint. "

"I understand. Fellow Daoist Wang Xuan's tattoo is eye-opening. Even Daozu Hongjun can't do his methods.

The great Dao that Hongjun talked about was useless to the Wu people, and they couldn't even understand it.

A tattoo of fellow Daoist Wang Xuan can allow the Wu people to break through the Pangu body-building skills and let the Wu people master the power of other laws. "

They were chatting when Wang Xuan ran in.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Seeing Wang Xuan's apology, Di Jiang was very frightened.

"Fellow Daoist tattooed our Wu tribe. It's appropriate to wait for a thousand years. Fellow Daoist can rest well? If not, I can wait."

Wang Xuan: "..."

Space Ancestral Witch is so approachable and understanding?

"I have rested, I will tattoo you now. What plan does Zu Wu want to tattoo?"

To Wang Xuan's surprise, Di Jiang, like Hou Tu and Hou Yi, let Wang Xuan make up his mind.

"Can't the witches use their own brains?"

Wang Xuan groaned, thinking about the tattoo plan.

Di Jiang is the head of the Ancestral Witch. This business is very important and must be done well.

If it is messed up, it is very likely to lose the entire Wu clan's source of customers.

"He is the ancestor witch of space, and he has to conceive a pattern related to space."

A picture flashed through the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

"Hey, this is good."

This is a pattern of fungal hyphae all over the universe.

Wang Xuan was instantly inspired.

"Among the ten innate spiritual roots of the Great Desolation, there is the space willow, which is also the body of the great immortal Yang Mei.

You can replace the fungal mycelium with willow roots, replace the universe with chaotic galaxy, and engrave space-related patterns such as the gate of space. "

Wang Xuan drew and perfected the tattoo pattern in the sea of ​​knowledge.

This pattern is more splendid and gorgeous than Hou Yi's Arrow Falling Star River, and larger than Hou Tu's Buzhou Mountain pattern.

After adding the details, Wang Xuan adjusted the paint and started tattooing.

The tattoo pen clicked on Dijiang's sorcerer body, and Dijiang was as frightened as the back soil of the first tattoo.

At the beginning of the tattoo, Wang Xuan was extremely focused, ignoring everything around him, only the tattoo pen and tattoo pattern in his eyes.

Hou Tu stood aside and watched Wang Xuan's tattoo quietly.