Chapter 351

The cat's face was very strange.

He was making a sound, telling a strange thing in the past.

In the past.

Li Qiye once appeared in a foreign land. He came to this fairy land alone. At that time, the of the remnant wasteland was not stopped, because the relationship between Li Qiye and the remnant wasteland in Beidou was not bad, even very good.

The female emperor Hongtian is Li Qiye's disciple.

A remnant wasteland female who alerted the Dragon King.

After Li Qiye appeared, he came to the valley and looked at the stone tablet for a long time. All the way back, he said a word and left.

"The oldest ancestor, the way of being taboo by heaven, is worth learning from. Unfortunately, I didn't see it. It's too early to die..." the cat whispered, "in the past, Li Qiye said these words, and then left the cultivation method of Feixian body."

The cat master thought about it, and he said, "after leaving the Feixian body, Li Qiye left and said a word that the Feixian body is worthless and far inferior to the monument."

Soon, the cat smiled bitterly.

"The reason why the people of my remnant wasteland can survive in a foreign land is that we have the flying immortal body, come and go freely, and no one can stop us."

At this moment, Dao Tianjun looked at the cat.

He finally understood why the cat master mentioned Li Qiye's name so strange.

Li Qiye was full of secrets.

"I thought Li Qiye had left, but I didn't expect him to appear in Beidou." the cat looked at Dao Tianjun.

For Li Qiye, the cat wants to see this strange man.

A man known as the black hand of the ages.

A fairy king once said, "in the history of all ages, if you look carefully, you will find that there is a figure that looks like deja vu and is the same person."

Feeling the cat's eyes, Dao Tianjun smiled.

"Maybe you'll see it in the future."

With that, Tao Tianjun's eyes flickered and moved. Li Qiye left the flying immortal body, but there were not many things that Li Qiye could praise, let alone some of them.

"Cultivate yourself. Flying immortal body is good for you. Cultivating here is also good for you."

When the cat finished, he left.

Hearing the speech, Dao Tianjun nodded.

After that, Dao Tianjun began to cultivate Feixian body and wanted to change the Xingzi formula.

Time passed little by little.

After reaching such a level, Tao Tianjun had to cultivate a cultivation method. He didn't need too much complicated exploration. He understood it at a glance and learned to fly immortal body in less than a moment.

Xingzi Jue is similar to Feixian body. It is easy to change from shenzang.

Now he has three immortal bodies.

Feixian body, nu Xianba body, daytime celestial body.

"The oldest ancestor." Dao Tianjun whispered. He rubbed the ancient monument and remembered Li Qiye's words.

The ancient monument is cold and rough, with traces of years.

Tao Tianjun sat beside the stone tablet.

His eyes closed tightly

At the time of Taoist Tianjun's cultivation, the stone tablet in the remnant wasteland exudes a hazy immortal glow.

Heaven and earth are changing, mountains are gradually rising, buds are emerging on the surface, dry and broken rivers are connected, and water is surging up.

What a sight it is.

An ordinary can't be in an ordinary rock. The sun and moon are lost. Influenced by those two people, they burst out such peerless power.

What kind of Tao is that.

Tao Tianjun looked at all this, like a bystander, independent of the creatures outside the times and years.

He's watching.

At the same time, I also understand the origin of the stone tablet. It is not the magic of the stone tablet, but someone talked about the Tao on the stone tablet before the ancient years. The profound Tao makes the stone tablet have great power under the influence of day and night.

Ordinary things become no longer ordinary.

"Maybe Tao is like this, turning everything into an immortal, dead things become living things, and living things are also dead." Tao Tianjun whispered.

His eyes were flowing with Xianhui, and he whispered softly, like all souls talking in a dream, echoing in the painting of ancient history, and his breath was changing.

The power of various Tao principles emerged.

The power fragments of the immortal way and the magic God of the immortal way are filled with mysterious colorful brilliance, like the special power of the mysterious life and holy power. There are three thousand roads, but the roads are different, but they are the same.

"Dead things are like mountains, stones and water. They can also turn into spirits." Tao Tianjun whispered and had a clear understanding in his heart. "Life and death may also be reflected in the Tao."

The Holy Spirit is death into life, and there are the most powerful, who practice to the ground and abandon the seven emotions and six desires. What's the difference between this and dead things.

It is a cycle and a rule.

At this moment.

The forty-nine gods of Dao Tianjun hide in the trembling.

In the valley invisible to outsiders, Dao Tianjun had immortal light flowing on his body. The whole person looked so hazy and sacred.

There are numerous symbols around him.

Those symbols are amazing. A symbol seems to carry an ancient history of a world, a universe and an ancient history.

Symbols are like the true text of the avenue.

Dao Tianjun's figure became hazy, gradually blurred, and seemed to integrate into the world.

There are different fluctuations in the valley, like earth shaking, the whole world is changing, the old trees are becoming green, as if they are full of vitality, the GAGs are dancing, and the seeds fall to the ground and become roots.

Everything seems to be going back and accelerating in time.

It's also like the whole world has turned over. Water is not from top to bottom, but from bottom to top. People have no birth, age, illness and death.

Tao Tianjun seems to be the master of heaven and earth.

The forty-nine gods are all shining. The avenue is fifty and the sky is forty-nine. He has become an independent one. He does not belong to the whole world or in the whole heaven and earth.

Boom.

Dao Tianjun's figure is more and more blurred

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PS: the Spring Festival is coming. The rules for change are as follows,

There's only one thing,

Jiageng... Well, it doesn't exist. I never die. (then I immediately hugged my head)

In fact, what I want to say today is not this. I want to say that it will be four o'clock every day. It can be regarded as the explosion of the Spring Festival. If readers think Bingchen is good at writing, they will lose their monthly tickets and recommendation tickets. They don't want money for that thing. If they reward, they won't. just keep and subscribe to my book,