In the sky of reincarnation, Houtu held Nuwa and was severely injured in the transformation. Even the deity was damaged, which damaged its vitality. Nuwa coughed from time to time, bringing out blood, which made Houtu feel palpitations.

Houtu advised: Sister, don’t worry, this time it’s just an incarnation. When the saints like us can manifest their true body, we will meet him again! Although we are so confident, Houtu’s eyes dodged a little, and he is obviously not sure whether he can kill Kunpeng. After all, Kunpeng’s performance in the space is too strong, which is an overwhelming victory without any splash.

Nuwa smiled bitterly on her face and shook her head and said: Sister, you underestimated Kunpeng. According to what you see today, Kunpeng’s Taoist practice is indeed a saint’s realm. How high is it? Because Senior Brother I did not take action, I cannot compare it. Even if we can manifest our true body, we may not be able to take him down. Besides, we saints must not act recklessly. If the teacher had not mercy on us today, I would not know how Kunpeng humiliated me?

Houtu was shocked. Unexpectedly, Nuwa had such a high evaluation of Kunpeng and felt a little unhappy. However, thinking that this was the truth, he did not refute it. He whispered with Nuwa and then meditated and practiced.

In the Pure Land, Zhunti's face was pale and turned into a self-destructive. He was greatly damaged, but there was a smile in his eyes, and there was a deep murderous intent. Jie Yin, who was beside him, smiled bitterly, with a rare look of fighting on his face, and a playful smile on his lips.

Yuanshi Tianzun roared a few times in the Yuxu Palace, slapped nine jade platforms in succession, grabbed a few cranes, pinched them to death, and then vented his anger, sat cross-legged, preparing to take revenge in the future.

In the Eight Scenery Palace, I had a heavy face. Although he only took action once and moved several people to Chaos Thirty-Three Days with the Tai Chi diagram, he deeply felt the pressure, diverting Kunpeng's pressure. Coupled with Kunpeng's battle results, I already regarded Kunpeng as a strong enemy, but I had no confidence in killing him.

I have never shared some secrets with Yuan Shi and others. This is what he has gained from years of enlightenment. Regarding the practice of the law, such secrets are of course unwilling to tell others, even brothers. This is why he is deeply afraid of Kunpeng.

The saint's calculations on Kunpeng are temporarily concluded because of Kunpeng's strong and ruthlessness.

In the chaos, the direction Kunpeng looked at, after a long time, it rolled violently, shattering all the surrounding chaos, turning into earth, water, wind and fire. Earth, water, wind and fire transformed into yin and yang and five elements. The space around seemed to be imprisoned, and the spiritual energy was faintly transformed into heaven, earth and all things. An ancient palace appeared, and two eyes shot out from the palace, looking at the place where Kunpeng fought with several saints.

In Zixiao Palace, Taoist ancestor Hongjun sat upright on the cushion, his eyes flashed, his divine light was restrained, and he could not see any strangeness of a master, just like an ordinary old man, sighed for a long time, "They did this a little bit, and they should have taught some lessons, but how could he be indisciplined in his work? He was just angry for a moment?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Hongjun's eyes, and a circular Falun above his head was running. Hongjun glanced at it, and his body gradually became blurred, but there was still a faint whisper, "No! This matter is a bit strange, but let him go! It's just......' The words behind seemed to be transmitted into the wind, and it was not clear.

The Zixiao Palace that had just appeared suddenly shook and penetrated into the unknown world in chaos. This world was destroyed in a blink of an eye and transformed into chaos.

Kunpeng escaped with a flash, appeared in the dojo, sitting upright on the cushion, and his mind began to flash through various scenes of fighting against the saints. After savoring them over and over again, simulations over and over again, it only stopped for nine years.

Kunpeng opened his eyes, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qian Dun, and thought to himself: Those saints must be depressed. It is clearly this realm, why do they have to stay in Qian Dun, but I can be free and do whatever I want in the earthly world. I can even threaten them with their Taoist dictum. There is no way, who can make their true bodies unable to manifest.

Kunpeng's eyes suddenly became empty and showed a sense of indifference, as if everything was an ant in his palm, and he could be slaughtered at will! A few days later, Kunpeng's eyes regained their spirits, revealing a hint of fatigue, and said to himself: Zhunti?

A few days later, Kunpeng's face changed one after another, aloof, violent, gentle, domineering, and last time, a pious and deceptive truth, which had the potential to be a charlatan.

Every time Kunpeng's face changed, he would show a hint of fatigue, and then he would spit out a name from his mouth, which was Yuanshi Tianzun, Guiyin? Houtu, Tongtian, and the Lord.

Kunpeng began to recall the two of me and Nuwa in his mind, but after careful filtering, he found that only the two of them had almost never dealt with each other, nor had they tried their best, making Kunpeng unable to make sure of his judgment.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, Nuwa's figure jumped out of her mind, shook her head in an instant, and was even more confused about me. From the fact that I had proved the saint, the top leader could count the number of times I took action, so it was no wonder that I knew nothing about me.

Kunpeng meditated for a few more days, his spirit was completely restored, and he began to plan a major event.

His body stepped out several steps and appeared at the intersection of Beiming and Beijuluzhou. Now there is no creature in Beiming Sea, most of which were driven away by Kunpeng. Later, many escaped, some were killed or died one by one if they were not used to the cracks in the space. Today, Beiming can be said to be a forbidden place for life.

Kunpeng reached out and grabbed the terrifying space cracks, as if they were squeezed, there were signs of shattering. Kunpeng stretched out his hand and grabbed it. It seemed that the space in front of him had shrunk many times. A huge black hole appeared where the space crack was originally located, and a devouring force appeared to swallow the entire Beiming.

Kunpeng stretched out his hand and punched it out, and the black hole dispersed with a loud bang, reappearing the bright world. Kunpeng took the space and sprinkled it. Suddenly, countless space cracks appeared at the boundary of Beijuluzhou. The entire Beiming Sea was isolated. If there was not enough Taoism, he would not even be qualified to step into Beiming Sea.

A smooth jade bi appeared in the crack of the space, with countless small characters engraved on it. Kunpeng stretched out his hand and many small characters disappeared. All the remaining small characters surged and reappeared and connected together. However, if Kong Xuan, Jade Ding, Feipeng, who had read the jade bi silently, he would definitely find that the Taoist methods on the jade bi were not coherent at all, and they were even thousands of times more obscure than before. I don’t know what Kunpeng plans to do.

Kunpeng hung the jade bi to the sky, and from then on, the jade bi will never escape again, and will always hang here. He stepped out under his feet and returned to the temple.

After that, many monks, whether it is the demon clan or the human clan, gathered here to sit upright and feel the truth. Of course, some people were greedy for the Jade Bi and intended to take it away, but they were all shocked to death by the Jade Bi, and no one dared to take action again.

Finally, under the leadership of several Daluo Golden Immortal-level monks, he used this place as the base camp and established a sect called Beiming Sect. Only the disciples in the sect could comprehend the Jade Bi. Although the others were dissatisfied, the several Daluo Golden Immortals suppressed their anger and left in disappointment.

Kunpeng sat upright in the temple, looked at the vast ocean below, reached out and grabbed it, countless sea waters poured towards him, drilling into his body, looking at Kunpeng's meaning, it seemed that he had the intention to refine the entire Beiming Sea into his body.

Yes, Kunpeng wants to refine the North Sea and integrate it with his own body. This is somewhat similar to the Styx refine the Blood Sea. The Styx refines the Blood Sea as its incarnation, so the Blood Sea does not wither and the Styx will not die. However, Kunpeng has other plans, which is insignificant!

With Kunpeng's crazy refining, the Beiming Sea fell ten feet in a blink of an eye. Three years have passed, but the more it is refined, the more difficult it is. Because the cold air at the bottom of the sea is getting stronger and stronger, even the Xuan ice is formed around Kunpeng. With this level of Xuan ice, Kunpeng cannot hurt Kunpeng. But Kunpeng needs to refine the Beiming Sea, of course, he has to do it step by step and cannot be in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, five thousand years passed, Kunpeng stretched out his hand and countless gray mists rushed towards Kunpeng and drilled into the pores around Kunpeng. This was the cold air that had been condensed for many years, and was sucked into the body by Kunpeng. While absorbing it wildly, it was refining it in the body.

Even the nine-turn compass shaking, attracting the cold air. The chaotic chassis pit was bumpy, with a slight gray color. The Super Dinghai Bead also radiates light. The cold air was sucked in and flowed continuously. Some water droplets began to appear on the surface of the luminous beads. The black pointer became darker and turned into substance, guiding the cold air to absorb.

One hundred thousand years, five hundred thousand years, one million years, one hundred million years...

Kunpeng sat upright as always, introducing all the cold sea water into his body, surrounded by thick ice. Before he knew it, Kunpeng's temple was surrounded. He could only see a blurry mountain and a small black dot on the top of the mountain outside the temple.

In a blink of an eye, another 100 million years have passed. Beiming has no visitors. Those who can harass Beiming can smell an unusual aura and practice and preach in the temple. However, his mind is flexible and he has already thought of the tragedy of the Lich Calamity. He has a chill and is determined to practice hard, hoping to achieve the great way.

On this day, Kunpeng suddenly stopped. He sensed a foreign object under the Beiming Sea. Because he was dedicated to refining the cold sea water, his divine thoughts did not completely dissipate. He only sensed a faint breath of life on it. Under doubt, Kunpeng opened his mouth and swallowed all the surrounding black ice into his belly. He began to slowly refine it. His body shook and drilled down to the sea.

It's ridiculous to say that although Kunpeng is the Lord of Beiming, the one who is really familiar with Beiming is probably the cold that has been around since ancient times. After all, Kunpeng either meditates or goes out to do things, and he really hasn't touched the Beiming Sea clearly. Now he finds that there are unusual things in his territory, Kunpeng is also a little interested, and Kunpeng feels that what makes him feel extraordinary is definitely not an ordinary thing.

Hundreds of thousands of feet, millions of feet, Kunpeng kept diving and finally found a super huge piece of black ice at the end of his gaze. It was transformed by the cold air that had been condensed. Even Kunpeng had to use some means to break it. His body stopped outside the black ice, and he swept his divine thoughts and found that the thing with some aura was deep in the black ice. He reached out and slapped the black ice. The mysterious ice outside suddenly appeared cracks. These Xuanbings that have existed since ancient times were indeed not covered. Even Kunpeng at the saint realm had to be able to do it several times in a row.

Kunpeng stretched out his hand and all the Xuanbing was put away by Kunpeng. Suddenly, the blue light flashed with his right hand. A blue sword light slashed outside the Xuanbing. A crackling sound was heard. The entire Xuanbing was cut into a huge hole from the center, and a drop of bright red blood flashed inside, as if waiting for Kunpeng to get it.

He shook his sleeves and put away all the Xuan Ice. Kunpeng reached out and grabbed the drop of blood into his palm. He poked out his mind and found that there was still a trace of resentment in the blood. It should be that the master's body died, and the remaining soul aura was unwilling to die. If it was ordinary blood, it was not worthy of Kunpeng's great war. However, Kunpeng felt that the master of this essence and blood should have very little intelligence. It can even be said that he acted according to his instinct. A violent murderous aura in the residual soul was emitting.

With Kunpeng's soul being stable, of course it will not be affected. With the wave of his hand, this breath dissipated. Kunpeng carefully investigated the drop of blood again, trying to see its extraordinaryness.

Suddenly, Kunpeng's expression shook, and even showed an incredible look. With Kunpeng's current Taoist practice, it was hard to imagine what could make him lose his composure. Taking a deep breath, Kunpeng put away his blood, flashed his body, and flew towards the dojo.

After a moment, Kunpeng appeared in the dojo. The Nine-turn compass threw away, and set up a ban around it to cover all the secrets of heaven. The divine thoughts were poked out again and found that it was still the same. Kunpeng's soul flashed and stepped out of the Nigong Wan. The entire soul was blue crystal, and his eyes were like two blue beads. He stared at the essence and blood and kept looking at it. With a move, the essence and blood fell into the palm of the soul's palm, and blue light flashed and drilled into the essence and blood.

In the past nine days, Kunpeng's original body suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his soul became even more dim. The blood in front of him exploded with a bang, and a heavy breath came. Kunpeng endured the discomfort of the soul and sensed it again. The breath dissipated in a blink of an eye, but Kunpeng's eyes showed a more shocking look than before. He took a deep breath and Kunpeng meditated first to restore his vitality.

Kunpeng used his magical power to regain the breath of killing the blood master. Although it was only a little bit, Kunpeng sensed a little bit of familiarity, but it seemed to be right but not wrong, which made Kunpeng puzzled for a while.

Sitting upright for 100,000 years, Kunpeng has been thinking about the mystery of essence and blood, and refining the Beiming Sea is of course subordinate to it.

Suddenly Kunpeng's eyes dodged and exclaimed: No! This is not right in this vast land! There is definitely something wrong! This...

The strange drop of essence and blood flashed in one after another, with that familiar breath. The mysterious ice that had been gathered in Beiming Sea for many years, and then flashed through his rebirth of Beiming, the first catastrophe of the Dragon and Han, the remnant soul of the Emperor Heaven, the Dinghai Pearl, the Dingfeng Pearl, the innate spiritual treasure...

After a long time, Kunpeng's body flashed and he drilled into the bottom of the Beiming Sea again. When he reached the bottom, he reached out and snatched it. A ball of crystalline black ice particles fell into the palm of his hand. The blue soul appeared and investigated it again. Half a day later, Kunpeng threw the ball of black ice and returned to the dojo with an ugly face.

Beiming, there were sometimes murmuring with confusion and pain, "No! The ancient times shouldn't be like this, but why is it like this again.........'

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