This is the only possible way that Qing Ling can achieve, because no matter how powerful the Daluo dispersed spirit is, its soul is not a complete soul after all, and it does not have the complete heart of Tao. It is a force to disperse the spirit of Daluo to compete for strength. Qing Ling does not have such ability.

In the distant East China Sea and the banned land at the bottom of the sea, no one else has ever been to the world except for the four dragon ancestors.

In the Jedi, there are endless fire and magma underground, and the sky is extremely cold and cold.

In the world where magma purgatory and Netherworld Ice Soul are two parts, there is a white dragon that is nearly as big as the world. The originally holy and flawless dragon scales are traces of hail and fire burning inch.

In front of the huge white dragon, the blue dragon clone looked at the sleeping white dragon, sighed, took out a blood-colored spiritual pill and flew into the white dragon's mouth.

As soon as the spiritual pill entered the body, the powerful vitality scattered in the white dragon's body, warming the body and recovering many injuries.

The white dragon woke up slowly, and a holy girl in white robe stood barefoot on the teacher's dragon head, between the two dragon horns.

"Fourth brother, you have lost your essence and blood again."

As soon as the girl appeared, she apologized to the Qinglong clone.

"Oh~ Your situation is so bad, how long will it be to hide it? Even if my essence and blood are precious, as long as my clone is not dead, it will naturally be lacking. If you don't take the Ten Thousand Life Ginseng Pills refined by my essence and blood for ten thousand years, your cultivation may be reduced to another level!"

The Qinglong clone said with a slight angrily.

"The fourth brother doesn't have to think of my younger sister so fragile. Anyway, I am also the fifth ancestor of the dragon clan, below the dragon ancestor and above the ten thousand dragons!" The girl slowly stood up, her white robe instantly raised, and in the world master who was intertwined with ice and fire, she was like an emperor or a god.

"You have paid too much for my Dragon Clan. Don't use the Avenidae of Time and Space and the Avenidae of Destiny in the future." Qinglong clone instructed him.

"I know," the girl instantly withdrew her majesty, as if she had become a lively girl again, and chuckled, "What if I don't use it anymore?"

Wherever I pass, these Nine Netherworld Extreme Cold and Eighteen Purgatory will come. No matter how far I escape to the ends of the earth in this life, the ice of Purgatory will follow me to the ends of the earth."

The Qinglong clone was silent for a moment. During the years of rising, the dragon clan frequently relied on the white dragon's heavenly snooping and made countless arrangements in advance. It was because she risked the pain of being abandoned by the heaven and earth and punished by the heaven and earth, and gave everything for the dragon clan, including freedom!

The girl chuckled, interrupting Qinglong's thoughts and distracting from heavy topics.

"I am still in seclusion. From my perspective, I want to successfully break the realm, right? This breaking realm is the thirty-level heaven! It can be a half-step Hunyuan.

Fourth brother, you have a good chance to surpass the old man Black Dragon! Maybe it is possible to surpass the third brother!"

Qinglong clone smiled and nodded, "Indeed, the response between me and me is very different."

The girl's eyes floated, and the endless star universe was hanging upside down in her pupils, a microcosm of the world of all seas. She said in surprise: "Fourth Brother, have you diverted my clan's luck recently?"

And at this moment, the Qingling soul in the chaotic land trembled slightly and no longer felt it.

In the forbidden land of the Dragon Clan, Qinglong was slightly stunned, and after a moment of contemplation, he smiled: "Indeed, the Lord of the Spring God, the Supplementary God came, and I gave him another opportunity, which was to set up another backup for our clan that I don't know if it could work."

The girl Chiyu was surprised and then smiled cleverly, "It's interesting. Do you know how this little guy has been recently?"

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"He is in great trouble and has many bad luck." The girl smiled and said, "And it's all because of you who harmed others."

The Qinglong clone said in confusion: "I gave him the opportunity to share the fortune of the dragon clan. Logically speaking, he should have good luck."

"That's right. But you have ignored too much. He is just a golden immortal. You decide that even a ray of luck of a great man is a great fortune for him!

The fortune gathers and flows. The little guy went to a chaotic place for some reason. He carried the rising fortune of a clan, and a ray of fortune that you diverted. The fortune was greater than that of Taiyi.

And in the chaotic land, there is another old resentment of yours, and his luck follows. If he has your luck, he will resent for you. The Fusang sacred tree in the East China Sea competes with the Wood Spirit to escape from the chaotic land.

The little guy is very lucky, and he almost sways when he enters a chaotic place, and the karma and effect entanglement between the wood spirit and you leads them to meet there."

Qinglong's clone was stunned, "Then I'll go and have a walk?"

"No, although there is danger, there is even more opportunity. Fourth brother, you must remember not to change your fate for others at will! Your words and deeds may be the subversion of the fate of countless creatures.

Although ants may not shake our fate, life or death, the accumulation of long years will eventually grow into a terrifying dragon killer!" The girl in white robe warned solemnly.

The Qinglong clone was a little silent, nodded, and said, "It's because I'm not careful enough."

...

In the chaotic land, in the world of Qingshan and Sand Sea, Luo Hua bent down to Qingling and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. Let me leave the next one."

Qing Ling nodded with a smile: "I'm so worried about fellow Taoist. I'm really weak in my clones, and I feel that I may not be able to stay for long. Fellow Daoist fights quickly!"

Luo Hua's mind was shocked. After answering, he flew directly to the battlefield of endless tree people and insect beasts fighting. As his palms opened and closed, the blood needles were like rain, and the flying flowers were flying all over the sky. Where countless blood needles passed, the tree people turned into a pool of blood.

Tree people do not know how to advance and retreat, and they just fight blindly.

On the charred earth, the tree man was split in two halves, and it fell into darkness without any spirit.

The blood needles are scattered, and even the Golden Immortal Venerable could not resist Luo Hua's ten thousand needles! Although she is strong, the reason why she is so invincible is that these Golden Immortal Venerables have died once, how much strength can they have if they are killed once?

Swirls of dead energy gradually rose on the battlefield, and the dead energy condensed, and death became the destination of all things.

The yellow sand is flying all over the sky, eroding the green mountains of the oasis, and the desolation is getting more and more vast. The corpses of the tree man and the Zerg are buried under the sand, and the world is deserted.

Qingling stood in a high altitude and looked down at the earth. This was a struggle between life and death, a struggle between life and death between heaven and earth, and a struggle between life and death between Ei and Mu Gong.

Qing Ling is very familiar with vitality. After all, the Spring God’s Divine Character focuses on the great way of rebirth.

He is not unfamiliar with death. Along the way, he has created too many deaths, experienced too many fighting and desperation.

Looking at the insects, beasts, tree people fighting in the battlefield below, Qing Ling thought in an instant that the sentient beings in the world were also struggling to survive in the prehistoric world.

If the living fails to become a Daluo, he will eventually die.

The dead, the spiritual energy of the soul returns and disperses into the world, and is born from the world, and returns to the world and perishes in the world.

It seems that life and death arise and exist together.

Life is the end of death, and death is the destination of life.

A tree grows and becomes successful in ten years, a hundred years become strong, a thousand years become declining, and death after a decline.

Qingling seemed to have enlightenment and feelings in his heart, but he still lacked too much.
Chapter completed!