In Chunyang Taoist Palace, Prince Dong has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and the crystal clear drop of ancestral witch essence and blood has been completely refined by him. The rich power of time in the essence and blood flows in his body, and every trace of it flows through his body.
One by one, it is integrated into the Tao Fruit.
When the last trace of the power of time was absorbed, Dongwanggong's mind sank into the Tao Fruit, driving the law, using the power of time as a guide, to communicate with the long river of time flowing in the unknown realm.
The hourglass sound that seemed to come from eternity rang in his ears. Prince Dong opened his eyes and saw a crystal clear, real and illusory white river, flowing silently under his feet.
The river flows quietly, without knowing its beginning or its end. Everything in the ancient world appears in the river, from the past to the future, formation, residence, destruction, and destruction, like frames connected together like pictures.
Things that have disappeared reappear one by one, but they have been washed away by time and faded, frozen like amber, existing only in the past.
Dongwanggong stood at a node in the river. On one side was the advancing past, on the other was the unpredictable future, and under his feet was the present that was constantly devouring the future and then turning into the past.
Sensing the power of time in the Tao Fruit that is being continuously pulled away by the long river of time, Prince Dong knows that he does not have much time. If he cannot cut off the past before the power of time is exhausted, and without the medium to connect the long river of time, he will also
Unable to stop in time.
Suddenly turning around, Prince Dong faces the past and turns his back to the future. His feet are driven back by the power of time, symbolizing that the present is becoming the past every moment.
The Yuanshen sitting in the Niwan Palace of the East Prince suddenly opened his eyes, opened his eyes between the eyebrows, and looked through the fog of time to see all the people and events he had experienced since the beginning of the world.
From the beginning of a ball of Yang He Qi, to the transformation into a treasure, and then to the acquaintance of Qingtong Jun, Queen Mother of the West and others, to the battle between Tao and Demon, and the listening to Taoism in Zixiao Palace... all the experiences of Dong Wanggong since the birth of Lingzhi.
Like a gray comic strip, it rises and falls in the long river of time, and continues to lengthen as time goes by.
Dongwanggong's eyes were focused, with three Daluo flowers blooming on his head, holding a Xuanxuan Dao Fruit, and he was swimming upstream from the long river of time. Wherever he went, he brought up everything related to him in the past, and gradually escaped from the river.
, want to jump to the shore.
As the Dao Fruit floats up, all the people and events experienced in the past will generate a huge pulling force, like a net of heaven and earth, tightly binding the Dao Fruit and pulling it down in the long river of time.
As soon as Dong Wanggong thought, Jingyang's bell flew out of his head with a clang, and the power of reversing time and space surged out, breaking all kinds of pulling forces by more than a third. The Dao Fruit floated up again, but to a certain extent, Ren Jingyang
No matter how hard the bell exerts its force, it can't float an inch higher.
Dong Wanggong raised his right hand, and a black and white treasure map with the Yin and Yang fish spinning non-stop poured out with a roar, turning into a golden jade bridge, following Dong Wanggong's life path, extending from the feet to the beginning, once again connecting the road.
The fruit keeps floating up while holding it.
The two innate treasures worked together, one broke the time barrier, and the other held the Tao Fruit to transcend, and jumped out of the water in the blink of an eye. Thousands of threads formed by human ties were broken one by one in the sound of clicking.
In the blink of an eye, only dozens of thick golden threads remained, still indestructible.
Dongwanggong's eyes were calm. Each of these threads exuded an aura of transcendence and eternity. They must be Da Luo Jinxian. There were also two purple threads among them. Although they also extended from the long river of time, they had a kind of immortality.
, does not fall, exists in time but transcends time, it should be the ancestors of Hongjun and Yangmei.
Prince Dong's eyes suddenly condensed, and he shouted loudly. Amidst the hissing sound, the dragon roared suddenly, and two cold lights, one purple and one gold, flew out from the spiritual platform. The cold sword energy flickered endlessly, illuminating the long river of time.
Tianyu, Houtu's two swords of enlightenment staggered out, showing the force of heaven and earth and yang. The sword light was pushed to the extreme, like a huge pair of scissors, chasing the water and passing through the space, cutting dozens of golden threads.
Cut off with one cut.
The power to bind Dao Fruit has been reduced a lot again, but there are still four or five silk threads that have not been cut off. In addition to the purple silk threads representing ancestors Hongjun and Yangmei, there are also three thick golden and purple silk threads, which are still intact.
Tangled in the Tao Fruit.
Duke Dong's mind was clear, and he recognized that these three threads represented the three great powers of Yin-Yang Patriarch, Qiankun Patriarch, and Demon Patriarch Luohu. However, maybe they didn't have a close relationship with each other, or maybe these three people had passed away. These three threads were related to Yang Mei.
It's like the ancestor's purple silk thread. Although it is extremely strong, it is not tightly wrapped.
Dongwanggong accumulated boundless mana and urged the two innate treasures to vibrate together. The two divine swords shuttled back and forth, and in an instant, billions of swords were cut out. Amidst the clanking sound, the four silk threads were broken one after another and disappeared in the long river of time.
But Duke Dongwang could not relax at all. The social ties between Patriarch Hongjun and him were very deep. Whether it was gifting treasures or preaching, there was absolutely no way to avoid the entanglement of cause and effect.
The power of saints is endless and impossible to fathom. Prince Dongwang thinks that his power is invincible, but compared with saints, he is just an ant and is not much different from ordinary creatures.
This silk thread is not only strong, but also wound extremely tightly. The magic power in Dongwanggong's body surges like a tide, urging the four spiritual treasures to work together to chop at this last obstacle, splashing waves in the long river of time.
In the Zixiao Palace, the motionless Ancestor Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes, his spiritual candle illuminated the heaven and earth, and the long river of time appeared in front of his eyes. Looking at the struggling figure, a trace of relief and a trace of expectation flashed in the eyes of the ancestor
.
With a long sigh, the ancestor dismissed this scene, with no sadness or joy in his heart. Although he transcended time, he could not interfere with time and could not help others transcend.
This is a rule of heaven. The past of our ancestors also leaves traces in the long river of time. Even though we can travel freely in the past without interference, nothing can be changed.
At this time, Dongwanggong had already used all his methods, leaving no stone unturned. With his accumulated knowledge and four treasures, this power was enough to defeat or even kill any Da Luo Jinxian master, but he still could not cut off this root.
silk.
The power of the saint is like a chasm between the sky and Daluo. There is already a qualitative difference. He and Ancestor Hongjun are too deeply tied together. Even if they add two innate treasures, they will not be able to close this gap and break away from the rules.
Come.
Seeing that there was only the last trace of the power of time left in the Dao Fruit, and it was about to return to the real world, a trace of determination flashed in Dongwanggong's eyes, and he decided to launch the final blow.
Daoguo shined brightly, the three flowers rotated, and Dong Wangong urged Lingbao to launch the most earth-shattering attack in history. As the two swords, one left and one right, slashed at the same point at the same time, but with a bang, the silk thread
It shook violently.
During the rumbling earthquake, Duke Dong's mind went blank for an instant. His soul quickly enlarged, and in the blink of an eye he was like a giant sitting on the long river of time. When the last trace of time power disappeared, he sensed a mysterious place in the dark.
land.
But the white power of time is constantly flowing and scouring. In the long river, a majestic and imaginary mountain stands like a rock in the river. It remains the same from ancient times and will not be destroyed or destroyed.
The mountain has a strange shape, like a big bell turned upside down in the river. There is an illusory dragon coiled on the bell. The dragon has a human face but no legs. Its head is resting on the top of Zhongshan Mountain, as if sleeping soundly and looking down.
time.
The body of the giant dragon is constantly changing between reality and reality. It holds a bright lamp in its mouth, exuding the true meaning of hope and light. Its eyes open and close, and between opening and closing, it is seen as day and closed as night, and the long river of time is
He alternates between opening and closing his eyes in black and white, just like the difference between day and night.
On the top of Zhongshan Mountain, between the dragon horns, there is another roulette. The roulette is all white, with the scale of year, month, day and hour engraved on it. One end of a pointer is set in the center of the roulette, and the other end slowly rotates along the scale.
, making an uninterrupted crackling sound.
Prince Dong stared at the roulette, and saw a strong power of time emanating from the hands, as if the countless years from the beginning of Hongmeng to the end of the world were engraved in this small roulette. When the hands moved, a period of time
Eternal time.
The dragon seemed to sense the gaze of Duke Dong, and opened its eyes slightly. White light spread across the past and future, and the long river of time reflected was bright. The three characters "wheel of years" were engraved on the roulette wheel, and the pointer trembled slightly.
, a strange power extended over and blessed the swords of heaven and earth.
But with a click, the extremely tough silk thread was broken, and all the resistance of the Dao Fruit disappeared. With a whoosh, the scenes of past experiences fell into the unknown realm beyond the long river of time in the boundless flow of Dao rhyme.
Prince Dong opened his eyes and saw that the Tao Fruit had already transformed during the leap. It still looked like the Great Luo Tao Fruit, but it had an added immortality that transcended time and was immortal.
Dong Wangong knew that this was the manifestation of his cutting off the past and transcending part of the long river of time. This Dao Fruit can be called the prototype of the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. When it is completed, it will be the time when the Hunyuan Dao is truly realized.
Dongwanggong became a quasi-saint in one step, and from then on he could swim in the realm of the past at any time. The door to the heavens leading to Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian had been opened. As long as he walked on firmly, the realization of Hunyuan was finally no longer an unattainable dream.
He took back the Dao Fruit and walked around in the long river of time at will, feeling that the Dao Fruit was no longer absorbing power all the time, and felt peaceful in his heart.
This Dao Fruit can also be said to be an incomparable life-saving tool. If you encounter someone who cannot be beaten, you will directly escape into the long river of time. As long as the other person is not a saint, there is nothing you can do against him.
But then again, with his current level of cultivation and the possession of spiritual treasures, there is probably no one below Patriarch Hongjun who can force him into the long river of time.
Prince Dong felt the secret favor of Heaven and the rising Qi, and he pondered silently in his heart. With this increase in Qi, he could feel that the great road had opened up for him, and he was a reward for becoming a Taoist master like Patriarch Hongjun.
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But just now, the powerful man who was hovering above Zhongshan, who could intervene in time and helped him at the critical moment, seemed to be a strong man who used the way of time to come out. Could it be that he didn't use the method of killing three bodies?
But this is better. Although it is basically impossible to popularize the method of killing three corpses, even if you only practice it by yourself, it is different from killing three corpses alone and has its own corresponding energy.
Dongwanggong opened his own sect and became the master of Taoism. To a certain extent, he can now be called the ancestor of Taoism. This is different from the establishment of Buddhism and the creation of 800 additional sects.
The Buddhist method is just a change of soup without changing the medicine. Although it is claimed to be a new method, it is actually based on the great road taught by the ancestor Hongjun. In the later period, the method of killing three corpses still leads to Hunyuan.
The third is to create a unique avenue of Hunyuan.
The door of Chunyang Dao Palace was closed tightly, and Prince Dong could not sense the movement outside in the long river of time. He thought that he had only stayed for a short time, but in fact, thousands of years had passed in the outside world.
Nowadays, the Zifu Continent is noisy, the magic power is surging, countless laws, magical powers, and spiritual treasures are intertwined back and forth. The gods are using their own methods, and they have already been fighting fiercely.