The Great Lord of the World

The old man was so angry that he was not happy.

Taoqing Laozi looked at Hou Tu Zu Wu, who was staring at his disciple Yuan Ji, and said, "I don't know why you are staring at my disciple?"

While speaking, the majesty of Taiqing Laozi, a quasi-saint in the middle stage, pressed on Hou Tu. Although Taiqing Laozi was inactive, it did not mean he was afraid of things.

When Zu Wu Hou Tu saw that Laozi was so protective of his son, he smiled helplessly and explained, "Daoyou Taiqing, I am here to repair the spiritual veins of the prehistoric mountains and rivers. I feel that your disciple has my opportunity, so I came here to look for him."

When Yuan Ji heard this, he knew what was going on. After all, Hou Tu was the Zu Wu who would be reincarnated in the future according to the rules of the Great Dao, so he could naturally feel the meaning of reincarnation in him.

It's just that the time has not come yet, and Yuanji can't tell Houtu about her future opportunities, otherwise the cause and effect of the Great Dao is not something he can resist now.

Taiqing Laozi looked at his disciple Yuanji and said: "Personal fate, remember not to interfere too much..." Taiqing Laozi naturally knew that Houtu would have a great opportunity in the future, but the deviation that shouldn't have occurred was not something that human power could bear.

Yuanji was very grateful to Laozi, his master, but although he couldn't tell Houtu her fate directly, why couldn't he seize the glimmer of hope under the rules of the Great Dao!

So Yuanji said: "Master, thank you for reminding me, but I have a few words for Houtu Zuwu."

Taiqing Laozi smiled and glanced at his disciple, turned around and left here, and went to other lands to collect herbs.

Zuwu Houtu happily followed Yuanji to the top of the mountain here, looking at the endless land of the prehistoric world below the mountain, and countless heavens and worlds were running in every plant and tree in the prehistoric world.

Billions of creatures are under the will of heaven, struggling to seize the way they need. The road is right under their feet. Where to go is up to them.

After the two were silent for a while, Hou Tu Qingxin's voice reached Yuan Ji's ears.

"Yuan Ji, nephew, I don't know why you brought me here. Could it be that the disciple of Taoist Tai Qing has taken a fancy to me?"

Said with bright eyes, sighing at Yuan Ji, as if to see through Yuan Ji's origin and all his secrets, but Yuan Ji's heart has experienced the disaster of the Chaos Demon God for two lifetimes as a human being, so how could he lose it in the temptation of Hou Tu.

Yuan Ji smiled and teased: "Hou Tu, the most silent ancestor witch of the twelve ancestors of the witch clan in the prehistoric world, also has this side. It is a rare opportunity for me to see it!"

Hou Tu blushed instantly after being said by Yuan Ji. He didn't expect that this nephew was not like the creatures in the prehistoric world, who kowtowed in front of the strong and dared not resist at all.

Yuan Ji also saw Hou Tu's embarrassment, so he stopped teasing and asked, "What does Hou Tu think of this prehistoric world?"

Hearing Yuan Ji's question, Hou Tu felt that the question was very simple, but after pondering for a while, she replied:

"The prehistoric world was opened up by Father Pangu, so it is naturally perfect. Chaos is the only end of the endless years of the heavens and the worlds. Father God has created billions of lives and has infinite merits."

Hearing Hou Tu's answer, Yuan Ji understood why the Heavenly Dao made the Wu Clan disappear. God Pangu contributed to the prehistoric world, but it was not God Pangu who did not contribute to the prehistoric world.

He made his obsession with Father Pangu everything, thus losing the pursuit of the Great Dao, and destined the Wu Clan to be lonely in the prehistoric world.

Lu Yuan looked at Hou Tu and said:

The prehistoric world is not the only one, and the chaos is infinite.

Pangu is not the Great Dao, and the legacy will not last long.

The prehistoric world is governed by the Heavenly Dao, and all living beings are saved.

Karma will eventually pay off, and merits will settle down.

Yuan Ji had just finished speaking when the will of Heaven descended here, and the Purple Sky Divine Thunder roared in the sky. Seeing this, Yuan Ji offered his own Heavenly Merit Golden Wheel and then saluted the will of Heaven.

The will of Heaven also knew that Yuan Ji had left a glimmer of hope for the witch clan, and saw that he did not specify the specific situation, but only warned him.

Hou Tu had not had time to think about Yuan Ji's words, and was suppressed by the pressure of the will of Heaven, and she dared not raise her head. She saw that Yuan Ji was neither humble nor arrogant under this pressure, and at the same time had a Heavenly Merit Golden Wheel of hundreds of millions of feet behind him to protect his body.

Yuan Ji did not give Hou Tu any chance to ask, and left a word and went directly to Tai Qing Laozi. After Tai Qing Laozi looked at Hou Tu, he took Yuan Ji away from here.

"Hou Tu, the ancestor witch, I have said all. Whether you can understand it depends on you. The way of heaven is free and ruthless, and the way is supreme, fair and righteous. If you understand it, you will have a glimmer of hope, and if you give up, you will have no chance."

Hou Tu was stunned in the same place, and Yuan Ji's last words were repeated in her ears. She couldn't imagine how much this disciple of Tai Qing Laozi knew. Just a few words could attract the Purple Thunder of Heaven.

And it seemed that he knew the future of the Wu clan in advance, but from his information, he knew that the Chaos Infinite World was not the only one, and their priest was not invincible.

The most important thing was that Yuan Ji had the breath of Pangu priest who created the world. Although he didn't have Pangu's bloodline, Pangu's father's Dao rhyme was emanating from his body, which made her bloodline submit.

While Hou Tu was at a loss, Tai Qing Laozi had collected countless treasures with Yuan Ji. Along the way, the master and apprentice were both very lucky, and opportunities kept appearing.

Finally, after dozens of Yuanhui, Tai Qing Laozi was ready to take Yuan Ji back to Kunlun Mountain. The agreed time with his two younger brothers was approaching. He had gained enough opportunities, and there was not much use for more.

Tongtian of the Southern Continent stepped on the immortal sword, holding his eldest disciple Duobao in his hand, tearing through space and rushing towards Kunlun Pass.

Only Duobao was in the space, and he was so scared that he shed tears silently. In the past few years, Tongtian had provoked too many strong men along the way of practicing with his master. Whenever a strong man appeared, Tongtian would take the initiative to hone his swordsmanship.

And Duobao was the cannon fodder thrown beside him. He watched his master and the strong men madly bombarding and killing, and sword energy flew over his head and beside him, frightening him so much that he could only sacrifice his body to block.

On the Northern Continent, all the icebergs in front of Yuanshi Tianzun disappeared in a thought, and a space channel leading to Kunlun Mountain appeared. Yuanshi Tianzun slowly left the Northern Continent step by step.

After feeling that Yuanshi Tianzun had left, the ancestor Kunpeng, who was hidden in the bottom of the North Sea, came out of the heavens and the worlds at the bottom of the sea and returned to his own dojo. Over the years, he did not dare to act rashly because of Yuanshi Tianzun.

Yuanshi Tianzun in the passage seemed to be walking slowly in the space law, but each step was a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, and the time law emitted white energy under his feet.

Five figures appeared in front of the Sanqing Temple in Kunlun Mountain. Tongtian looked at Yuanji next to his elder brother and immediately said: "Eldest brother, are you also accepting disciples?"

Taiqing Laozi nodded slowly and passed the information of his disciple Yuanji to Yuanshi and Tongtian Yuanshen. Tongtian immediately stopped showing off his talented disciple Duobao to his elder and second brothers.

He never thought that Lu Yuan, who was well-known in the prehistoric world, would become his elder brother's eldest disciple, and he knew at a glance that Yuanji's nephew had great merits.

Yuanji immediately said to Yuanshi and Tongtian,

"Disciple Yuanji, I greet the two uncles, and help the two uncles to achieve the truth of Hunyuan Saint as soon as possible!"

While speaking, he saluted with both hands. Yuanshi was very satisfied with Yuanji, his nephew, and immediately helped him up.

After Tongtian gave his eldest disciple a look, Duobao slowly imitated Yuanji and said, "Duobao, greet Uncle Taiqing and Uncle Yuanshi!"

While speaking, the fat on his body was still trembling. Taiqing Laozi smiled and didn't say much. Seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun just asked him to stand up.

Afterwards, because the Three Pure Ones had gained something, they went into seclusion, leaving only Yuanji and Duobao in the empty East Kunlun Mountain. The clever Yuanji gave each of them a thousand jars of his first batch of merit wine when Yuanshi and Tongtian were in seclusion.

The main reason is that both of them will be saints of heaven in the future. If they have a good relationship, he can practice peacefully in the prehistoric world. After all, no matter where he is in the past life, human relationships are the first priority.

Duobao bid farewell to Yuanji and went to the side hall of Shangqing Palace in Tongtian to meditate on the Shangqing Immortal Scripture of Uncle Tongtian. Yuanji rode on Jinhong to appreciate the strange scenery and rocks of Kunlun Mountain.