Chapter 903

The twelfth chapter of the Zen ceremony!

Today is the period of Feng Chan. Ye Jia certainly won’t know, but things have been arranged properly, and he doesn’t have to worry about it. Look. Mao. Line. 中.文.网

After all, with the help of his secret, Fuxi has been the owner of the adult family, the position of the Holy Emperor, and Heavenly Dao does not recognize it.

After the meditation, Fuxi achieved the Holy Emperor, similar to the saint, can not be good at it, so it is time to find a place closed-door cultivation.

Within the entire Great Desolate, the only place where Heavenly Dao can’t manage it is the place of Ye Jia.

Because of the vastness of the land, Ye Jia is too lazy to worry, and how much Heavenly Dao can run here. Nine Heavens is in the eyes of Ye Jia, and Heavenly Dao can’t be inserted at all.

It is the best practice of Nine Heavens that is the best practice of Great Desolate.

With Nuwa’s Level 1 relationship, Fuxi is also a relative of Ye Jia, and of course it must be arranged.

At this moment, Ye Jia stood on a clearing in the Nine Heavens, looked around and secretly nodded: “Yes, it’s just here.”

At that time, thousands of Shenmu Qizhu, at this time have grown into a towering appearance, depressed and green, imposing manner out of the ordinary, Spiritual Qi when the thin, everywhere, is a good place to clean up.

Ye Jia Seeing this, with a wave of the hand, the ground immediately swayed, the stone spread and bulged, and instantly turned into several mountain ranges.

Then he pointed out a little, this mountain range, immediately in the middle of Zhu Feng, turned into a huge cave, straight through the mountain.

A palm glimpse, the golden light flashes on the top of the cave, three big characters appear: fire cloud hole!

Ye Jia lightly smiled: “The Terran Holy Land has appeared. When it comes to the emperor and the emperor, all of them will live in this fire cloud hole.”

After doing all this, he suddenly disappeared when he thought about it, but he passed through time and space in an instant, came to Mount Tai, and waited for Fuxi to seal the Zen. Look. Mao. Line. 中.文.网

Fuxi led a group of civil and military officials, from the foot of Mount Tai, along the long mountain road, to the top of the mountain.

In the Three Emperors era, Xianfan did not divide, and the ministers who became kings were all cultivation bases. The same is true of the period including the later Five Emperors.

But since Xia Qi created the Xia Dynasty, it formed a true emperor’s respect, dominated humanity, and was not near Heavenly Dao. Then, starting from the royal family, Xianfan gradually got a difference.

But after all, the heavens and the earth have not changed, even if Xianfan began to divide, but it is also broken, often with inextricably linked.

When the battle of the gods led to the division of the earth, the innate spiritual power was exhausted, and the four major parts of the continent were formed. This Xianfan really had a big difference, just like a divide.

Today’s emperors are all cultivation base formidable generations. Although Mount Tai is so high, everyone is only ordinary, as if they are flat, they don’t feel too much.

After a long time passed, Fuxi came to Mount Tai with the Wenwu group of ministers, standing up and solemn.

At this moment in the sky, Ye Jia is hiding in Hollow, interested in looking at Fuxi and the others.

“While the Zen Buddhism can make Fuxi’s air transport soar, but I am afraid there is no vision, so the effect is not very good.” Ye Jia thought.

But whenever the emperor, there must be some visions to add to the body, otherwise it would be nice to tell others that he is an emperor?

And all kinds of visions add to the body, ordinary people look at it and want to worship, very respectful, invisible adds a bit of air transport.

Thinking of this, Ye Jia had an idea in his heart, and could not help but show a smile.

After a while, the time is up to noon, the sun is shining, and the sky is clear.

Seeing that the hour has arrived, Ye Jia immediately pointed to the sword, and immediately there was a popular cloud, lightning and thunder, all kinds of visions are inexhaustible.

In the sky, the Caixia film circulates, the golden light is turbulent, and the wonderful sound bursts like a ripple, which makes people feel the shock.

Fuxi and the others are eager to worship the heavens and the earth. They never wanted to have such visions, and they were shocked at the moment.

“this is!”

Everyone was shocked, and they fixed their eyes and looked at the many visions on the ground. Although they were numerous and amazing, they were full of peace and harmony.

This time, the group of ministers have a big joy: “This is a good day!”

“This Zen ceremony seems to be positive and heavenly!”

The ministers are very excited, not to mention the civilians under the mountain, each and everyone is excited, arrogantly discussed.

Ye Jia sees this and can’t help but smile: “These people are really fooled, and they can be excited by a small Illusion Technique.”

Fuxi sees such a vision, and there is already a number in his heart. Immediately, he stepped forward and worshipped in the sky. He said, “The people are in vain, thank God!”

Bone barely fell, Ye Jia will recruit a golden rainbow, when the sky flashes, can not miss the millions li, Xiang Guang Wandao.

The sky is golden, peaceful everywhere, countless Terran All Things’ End, and Mount Tai is devout.

The human race is full of piety and devotion, even if there is a bright light glittering, suffocating, and a sacred weather.

Fuxi once again worshipped, saying to the sky: “Since Fuxi led the Huaxun, and even the leaders of the group, they have made great contributions to the human race. Nowadays, the human race is flourishing, and it is even more precious. It is here to go to the alpine table.”

This is a humble saying that the emperor climbs the mountain and meditation, for the sake of nature. But in the face of Heavenly Dao and all beings, how can you sell yourself and boast, so it is called the power of heaven.

Every time Fuxi said, Ye Jia manipulated and recruited a variety of amazing visions, everywhere Xiangrui.

In this way, this is the Fengchan Grand Ceremony that unites the aristocratic air transport. Through this, it is more sacred and solemn. Fuxi is carrying the great human race, and the golden light is shining and solemn.

Waiting for Fuxi to detail the events of the Terran, the various medals, the body has been golden light, and rushing to the Han.

I saw him flashing in the light, and the river Tuluo immediately flew out, and it was full of days and days, igniting the endless world.

The air of heaven and earth comes from all directions, combined with endless human races, and is practically integrated into Fuxi within the body.

Golden light is infinite, the sacred breath is like the tide, hiding the sky and covering the earth.

“The human race is the best, the Holy One is Fuxi!”

All the people are excited, and they bow down to Fuxi.

The golden light of Fuxi’s body rises, and the imposing manner rises up and is full of enthusiasm. He is already the cultivation base of Quasi-Perfection, and it is once again bursting into the sky.

“hōng lòng 隆—”

At this moment, Fuxi’s body was full of light, and it was connected to the sky, and the sea was flat, and the breath of the earth shrouded the entire Great Desolate.

A huge Hollow shadow suddenly appeared, standing in the sky, overlooking the earth, the sacred breath sweeping over the Wanli River.

The hundreds of millions of people immediately recognized the co-owner Fuxi, and they bowed their heads, and they were all sincere and prayed.

“The Emperor is in the throne, and the Terran is out.” Ye Jia slowly said, slightly emotional.

Fuxi Yicheng is a holy emperor, and he and the human race are mutually reinforcing. Although they die together, they also have conflicts. So, it is time to leave the Terran to clean up.

This is also the reason for the replacement of ancient emperors.