Only six heavenly saints can carry out the general trend of heaven, but to be honest, empress, only one person can carry out the general trend of heaven!
Nuwa alone cannot be the master of heaven, neither can I, nor can the Three Pure Ones.
But Empress Pingxin can be the true master and carry out her will by herself.
Even though the tunnels are within the broad sense of heaven, the tunnels also have independent attributes.
In a narrow sense, the way of heaven only refers to the way of heaven that is parallel to the way of humanity.
In a broad sense, the way of heaven refers to all the will of the whole prehistoric era, acting on behalf of heaven, earth, saints, humans, gods, Buddhas, demons, witches, immortals, and ghosts. Such way of heaven is called the spirit of the plane, and it always leads a person.
The plane, the thousands of worlds in the plane, the billions and billions of creatures in the plane.
However, the earth always has its own independent path. Although it is merged into the heaven's way above the general trend, it is independent of the heaven's way.
Qingluo wants to seek help from the earth, and reconciling the Wu clan is the first step. It is also the first step to seek help from the heaven in the narrow sense.
Jiufeng was silent for a long time, Xingtian was silent for a long time, and Qingluo was also silent.
After a long time, Jiufeng raised his head, the coldness on his face subsided, and said: "In that case, the enmity between our witch clan and our Taoist friends has been settled."
Xing Tian was stunned for a moment, then fell silent again. He listened to her. She was the backbone of the Wu clan and the only person in power. He believed that she would not do anything wrong.
The smile on Qingluo's face became even wider and he said: "In the future, poor Taoists and the shaman clan must treat each other with kindness and be kind to the shamans.
Pindao will definitely return the things belonging to Xingtian Ancestral Witch."
Jiu Feng's eyes flashed coldly again and said, "You don't intend to return my bloodline essence bird?"
Qingluo replied: "Of course I won't forget.
However, I am still entrusted by others to invite the two ancestral witches to go to heaven, and my grudges will disappear."
"What? Impossible!" Xing Tian was instantly furious and roared: "What can I say to Haotian's son? It's absolutely impossible!"
As soon as Qing Luo said this, Xing Tian shouted angrily. He and Haotian were like natural enemies. They danced in the sky and suppressed Chang Yang for thousands of years. His body and head were separated in two parts. He was unwilling to give up and did not complain.
, how can we reconcile easily?
Jiufeng ignored Xingtian, only looked at Qingluo and said, "If I don't do this today, will you not return my bloodline essence bird?"
Qing Luo shook his head and said: "Even if the ancestral witch doesn't respond, the poor Taoist will return it.
However, there will no longer be any chance of reconciliation between the two of you and the Heavenly Court. There will be another war between the Witch Clan and the Heavenly Court. The authority of the Heavenly Court will reach the sky above Luzhou in Beiju, and then it will no longer be the Witches covering the sky.
The clan’s great formation is the heaven’s dragnet!”
Xing Tian said bitterly: "If you want to fight, then fight. Am I, Xing Tian, ​​afraid?"
Qingluo smiled and said: "The Xingtian ancestral witch is not afraid, but the hundred thousand remaining witches will be afraid, and they will die, or even the witch guild will disappear!"
Jiufeng sneered and said: "Your Majesty, you underestimate my ancestral witch. Even if our witch clan declines, we will not be in such a miserable state."
Qingluo glanced at Jiufeng and said solemnly: "Jiufeng Wu Zu, don't underestimate Heaven. At this time, Heaven is no longer the Heaven it once was.
Three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods have gathered their spiritual power. There are no fewer than twenty-four Da Luo Jin Immortals in the heaven, and there are even five quasi-sages. There are tens of thousands of immortals, big and small, and tens of millions of heavenly soldiers. How majestic is this?
Even if the Haotian Yaochi two don't take action, the evil corpse of Emperor Fuxi is the evil corpse of Emperor Fuxi in the palace. Whether he was a monster in the past life or a human in this life, he has no goodwill towards your witch clan. Even though he is one of the three corpses.
Immortals can be blessed by the Four Gods, and can also command thousands of monsters. You will not only face gods, but also a group of ancient monsters in the west of Beiju Luzhou!
What's more, Tianting is the nominal lord of the Three Realms, and it will not last more than one calamity. If Dao Ancestor recognizes it, he Haotian may be the Lord of the Three Realms for the next calamity, and the Lord of the Three Realms for the next calamity. And several others
It is unwise to make enemies of the Lords of the Three Realms who measure calamities.
You two ancestral witches, please think twice."
Xing Tian, ​​who was originally full of anger, felt a little sad at this moment. He was not afraid, but just sad that the Wu clan had fallen to this point, besieged on all sides and in danger from all directions.
Qingluo whispered again: "The poor Taoist sent me a message. I'm afraid the two ancestral shamans don't know it yet. The one in the sky is already arranging his troops secretly at this moment. He even invited Western Buddhism. Buddhism has a group of eight disciples.
The Buddhist sect still wants the Eight Tribes of Heavenly Dragons to become the Nine Tribes of Heavenly Dragons!”
When Jiufeng heard this, he was shocked. If Buddhism and Heaven really wanted to take action against their witch clan, they would probably have no choice but to huddle in the Ancestral Witch Palace forever or in reincarnation.
In order to rescue Xing Tian, ​​she had released ten thousand prisoners from the Heavenly Prison back then, sweeping away the reputation of the Heavenly Court and losing her face. Those Taoists were the most shameless. She knew that Haotian was definitely not a magnanimous person and would give up easily.
Jiufeng sighed, the burden on her body was too heavy, and she was a little breathless.
Even if the Witch Clan retreats, even if there is a pure Queen of Pingxin to take care of it, it is still so difficult. She actually envies the Monster Clan. The creatures are endless, the Monster Clan is endless, and the blood of the Monster Clan is passed down from generation to generation.
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Jiufeng said: "To reconcile with Heaven, we need to make three agreements.
No one from heaven can enter the secluded place of my witch clan.
Heaven cannot attack our Wu Clan before they take action.
Heaven allows me, a shaman of the witch clan, to walk in the heaven and earth.
If Haotian agrees to these three terms, our witch clan will automatically have nothing to do with Heaven."
Qingluo laughed and said, "Okay! Then please ask the Queen Mother to make an oath with the two Taoist friends in person."
Qingluo pointed at the nine heavens, and a golden light that reached the sky softly descended. The golden light was magnificent and thousands of miles away, and a graceful and noble figure walked out of it. She was none other than the Queen Mother of Yaochi.
The Queen Mother smiled at the three of them and walked forward, followed by golden light, which was the light of the Haotian Mirror.
The Queen Mother smiled gently and said: "Thank you so much, fellow Taoist Qingluo. From now on, there will be no grudges between the two ancestral witches. Please don't mess up my affairs in heaven again."
Jiufeng nodded, revealed the phantom of the ancestral witch, turned into a giant of millions of feet, bowed in the direction of the ancestral witch palace, swore an oath in the name of Pangu, and made a covenant.
Yaochi also pointed his finger to the sky and swore an oath to the Tao.
Once the oath was fulfilled, the Queen Mother of Yaochi stepped into the golden light and returned to heaven.
Qing Luo showed the map of creation, and a sky-blue and sea-colored light door stood, with a head and three bloodline divine birds flying out of it.
Qingluo didn't stay any longer, bowed his head, said goodbye and left.
The body of nine phoenixes merges with three birds, and the body and head of Xingtian merge into one.
There has been no chaos among the three parties since then.
Heavenly Court and Xing Tianyan are helpless. Heavenly Court has too many enemies. The name of the Lord of the Three Realms is too big. There are countless people with great supernatural powers. The great powers of heaven and earth sneer at them, don't care about them, and refuse to obey their discipline.
However, both Haotian and Yaochi have great perseverance. Those who are powerful will make laws and regulations with a smile, while those who are weak and disobey will be suppressed by force. In name and secret, they use various means to bring heaven and earth into the ruling order of heaven bit by bit.
Therefore, the Three Realms are becoming more and more peaceful and orderly.
In the past, a person who had not yet achieved immortality could call the wind and rain, but now, even the gods and immortals cannot call the wind and rain at will. Because the order of heaven and the laws of heaven and earth are becoming more and more perfect, the power of the god of wind, rain, thunder and lightning is also getting greater and greater, and
Snow God Teng Liu.
She has already reached the peak of Taiyi by virtue of her power as the Snow God, and is about to reach the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal.
There are gods of various weather conditions in the sky, there are gods of mountains, rivers and lakes, gods of land are everywhere, mountain gods are respected, river gods are in charge, the four seas are controlled by dragon kings of the four seas, cities in the world are managed by the city gods of the underworld. There are ten palaces of hell kings in the underground underworld.
Under the management of Emperor Fengdu, there are gods and immortals in the divine world in the sky. The entire prehistoric period is in a kind of order, and the heaven and earth are peaceful.
Qingluo rode the lion and rushed back.
Arriving within the realm of Tianhai.
Here he saw the first generation of Nuwa descendants!
In the splendid mountain flowers, the girl is like a butterfly, a golden butterfly, nostalgic and playful. Among the flowers, bees are flying, and butterflies are dancing, circling around her, she is also circling around the butterfly, with gold sleeves flying, gold skirt fluttering, the girl
The girl is graceful, the fragrance of flowers fills the sky, the beautiful sun shines on her, and the flowers and butterflies dance in all directions.
Eighteen-year-old girl, with pure and gorgeous mountain flowers, her beauty is shocking, her beauty is alluring, and her beauty is holy and cannot be desecrated. The holiness of the saint Nuwa and the enchanting charm of the snake tribe's demonic nature have created such beauty.
The girl noticed that someone was looking at her. After listening to the dance, she looked back and saw Qing Luo.
Qingluo smiled at her, the breeze was light and the clouds were light, her beautiful eyebrows and starry eyes looked so graceful.
Her face turned red and she said to Qingluo: "Greetings to Master Uncle."
Qingluo walked among the flowers and asked with a smile: "What is your name?"
She lowered her head and said, "Master, call me Ling'er."
Qingluo couldn't help but chuckle, Ling'er, maybe it was the influence of his previous life, he was always curious about Nuwa's descendants.
He put his hands behind his back, walked up to Ling'er, and said with a smile: "Can your master tell you how long it will take before you can leave the mountain?"
The descendants of Nuwa will not remain among the immortals. They are mortal immortals, and they are sentient immortals who have entered the world of mortals, because they have Nuwa's great love, but it is a small love.
Love the world a little, walk in the mortal world, save the world and save hearts.
Once there is kindness, other emotions will also exist, such as love and hate. They are destined to suffer the sweetness and bitterness of love and hate.
Ling'er said excitedly: "Master said that when the disciple enters the Golden Fairyland, he will allow the disciple to come down the mountain."
Qing Luo nodded and said, "Take me to see your master."
Ling'er nodded in agreement and walked in front of Qing Luo, leading the way for him in silence all the way to the Taoist temple. Qing Luo was silent because she had nothing to say, and Ling'er was speechless because she didn't dare to say anything.
She had heard too many things about this uncle from her master's mouth, and knew many earth-shattering things about him.
Qingluo's experience is like a book, an inspiring book. It started from humble beginnings, grew up in turmoil, rose up in great catastrophes, proved in bloody battles, became famous all over the world, talked about by thousands of immortals, became a legend in the eyes of countless immortals, and became a legend in countless descendants.
Seniors whom I admire and role models for.
Such a big man was so calm and refreshing in front of her.
Qing Luo met Qing Lan and asked with a smile: "Can you stay?"
Qinglan couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Naturally."
As she spoke, she turned her hands over, and three drops of violent ancestral witch blood essence and one drop of lightning-shining blood appeared in her hand.
Qinglan used the method of space teleportation to return Jiufeng and Xingtian's things but left some behind.
Chapter completed!