This sense of crisis, which is terrifying to the core, has never been experienced by His Holiness for countless billions of years.
But at this moment.
The little ant in front of him, who only had the first stage of the Golden Core, actually gave him a feeling... that he might be crushed to death by the opponent at any time.
This... what is going on?
Unable to understand all this, the old Pharaoh was filled with anger and fear, and raised his hand to slap the innocent-looking Zodiac Palace Master who was sitting not far away.
Obviously, he was frightened by this unwarranted feeling of horror, and subconsciously he only dared to take action against Yan Qingyang's master.
But how could Yan Qingyang let the scene where his master died tragically in front of him but he was helpless happen again?
So he immediately shouted coldly:
"You bastard, get down on your knees!"
boom!
After Yan Qingyang gave a deep drink, the Zongmu Dharma King actually retracted his palm "honestly" and knelt down "respectfully" in front of Yan Qingyang and the Palace Master of the Zodiac.
This kneeling was so solid that it caused the entire inner hall of the Zodiac Palace, which spanned an unknown number of billions of miles, to tremble continuously until it almost collapsed.
"this……"
Zongmu Dharma King, who was kneeling 'respectfully', had a look of disbelief on his face, "Why did I suddenly..."
He suddenly turned his head to look at Yan Qingyang, and yelled with anger in his eyes: "Little thief, what on earth did you do..."
Snapped!
Just as he was talking, the Dharma King Zongmu suddenly raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face for no apparent reason. He slapped all the harsh words back into his stomach, and at the same time slapped all the old teeth in his mouth.
All of a sudden, the old Pharaoh was completely confused.
So...what happened?
How can I... hit myself?
Is that Yan Qingyang...did he do it?
Who is he?
These four questions were like four sharp arrows that instantly pierced the mind of His Holiness Zongmu and took away all his courage.
For a moment, the old Fa Wang did not dare to move anymore, and he did not even dare to raise his head to look at Yan Qingyang.
As a golden elixir overlord for many years, although Dharma King Zongmu has a vicious and arrogant temperament, he is not a fool.
How could he not guess that the initiator of all this was definitely Yan Qingyang.
But out of fear, Zongmu Dharma King could only kneel on the ground in humiliation, lowering his head and wildly guessing in his heart what kind of methods Yan Qingyang had used, and did not dare to test the other party again.
'Is it the power of some kind of ancient secret treasure or magical power? Or is there an old golden elixir at the peak level hidden behind the scenes? Or... this Yan Qingyang is actually an old golden elixir, and he is here pretending to be a little ant to deliberately play with me.
?'
Although he made various guesses, he could not guess that what he had just experienced was actually the power of Nascent Soul.
At this moment, Yan Qingyang, who was sitting quietly, said quietly:
"Pick up the tooth."
"Huh?" The old Pharaoh raised his head subconsciously and said in surprise, "What?"
Looking at the astonished Karmapa Zongmu, Yan Qingyang suddenly narrowed his eyes and shouted coldly:
"I told you to pick up all your teeth! Are you deaf?!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
The old Pharaoh trembled all over, then lowered his head, knelt and bent down on the ground, opened the teeth one by one with shaking hands.
After picking them all up, Yan Qingyang looked at the old Fa Wang who was holding his teeth in both hands, and suddenly said coldly:
"Eat it."
Zongmu's old face was swollen like a ball, and he slightly opened his crooked mouth. Not daring to say anything, he picked up the dozens of bloody broken teeth and stuffed them all into his mouth.
"Chew it into pieces and swallow it." Yan Qingyang said again without expression.
The old Dharma King did not dare to refuse, so he began to use the soft flesh of his ragged mouth to chew hard on these teeth, which were much harder than any top magic weapon in the world of cultivation.
Under normal circumstances, as a high-level Jindan Dharma King Zongmu, even with his toothless old mouth, he can chew almost any substance.
But at this time, for some reason, the old Pharaoh's mouth became much weaker for no reason, and he could not chew these broken teeth at all.
Even if he wanted to use his magic power to cheat at this moment, he couldn't use it at all, as if all the magic power he had gained through hard training was completely dead.
He deliberately wanted to stop chewing his teeth, but Yan Qingyang sat not far away and kept looking over.
Therefore, Dharma King Zongmu could only chew his teeth in agony in waves of sharp pain that made him dizzy, without daring to stop for a moment.
The Master of the Zodiac Palace, who had been watching, was completely dumbfounded.
"No...what's going on?"
The palace master first looked at the old Fa Wang in shock, then looked at Yan Qingyang and asked: "Qingyang, can you...can explain it to me?"
"Master, the me you see now is my future self."
Yan Qingyang said calmly, "I have succeeded in reincarnation."
"You reincarnated...ah?!" After the Master of the Zodiac Palace said half a sentence, he froze there.
Now? Future? Reincarnation?
With his strong mind, he thought clearly in an instant, and then completely understood the meaning of his disciple's words.
"You mean..."
The Zodiac Palace Master stared closely at Yan Qingyang, "You now come from the future and across time and space. You...have become the Nascent Soul Monster?!"
Obviously, he also has some understanding of the power possessed by Yuanying Stage monks.
The Dharma King Zongmu, who was kneeling silently and chewing his teeth, was shocked all over. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Qingyang in disbelief.
"Of course."
Yan Qingyang nodded, "According to the normal timing, master, you will have been turned into a pool of blood and ashes by this old dog.
And I, under the pressure of Zongmu Laogou, would give up everything, destroy myself and be reincarnated into another strange universe.
As for the Zodiac Palace, haha, it will also be completely wiped out under the encirclement and suppression of many forces in the cultivation world headed by Zongmu Laogou.
All the disciples and monks will become slaves and servants of various sects, and even consumables for practicing magic and refining treasures."
"How can eggs be intact when the nest is overturned? The law of the jungle is the rule of the world of cultivation. It is normal for the Zodiac Palace to finally get this ending, and..."
Hearing this extremely tragic future scene, the Master of the Zodiac Palace showed no emotion on his face. He just smiled and said, "Since you have appeared here, the original history is nothing to count. What, what do you have now?"
Intend?"
"I once promised Master that I would make the Zodiac Palace once again glorious."
Yan Qingyang said slowly, "Now, it's time."
"Yes." The palace owner nodded happily and said with a smile, "From now on, the entire Zodiac Palace will only follow your lead. You can do whatever you want."
"good."
Yan Qingyang responded calmly, then looked at the Dharma King Zongmu who was chewing his teeth quietly not far away, and suddenly smiled jokingly, "Old dog, what do you think I should do with you?"
"well--"
The old Pharaoh bulged his mouth, sighed with a breath full of blood, and said dejectedly:
"The entire world of cultivation has gone through countless years, but there has never been a Nascent Soul monster.
But now I have met him, this is... God's will.
Yan Qingyang, it’s up to you to decide whether to kill or behead him.”
After saying that, the Dharma King Zongmu spit out all his broken teeth, closed all his eyes and remained silent.
Apparently, he had given up the struggle.
"Ha, at this juncture, you are still making fun of yourself."
Yan Qingyang snorted coldly, "Old man, I won't let you die so easily."
While speaking coldly, he pointed a little distance away and turned the golden elixir deep in the body and soul of the Dharma King into illusory dust, along with all the cultivation he had gained through countless years of hard work.
"you……"
The old Pharaoh suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling his weakness and powerlessness. His heart was filled with grief and hatred, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, fainted and collapsed to the ground.
"Humph, you can't stand it, right?" Yan Qingyang sneered, "I knew you were a dog with long horns - pretending to be foreign."
After saying that, he collapsed the fainted Dharma King Zongmu from the air into a hazy light spot and captured it in his sleeve robe.
Then, he stepped out of the inner hall and reached the vast starry sky. He repeated his old tricks and swept away all the armies of hostile cultivation forces surrounding the territory of the Zodiac Palace sect.
Countless tiny light spots flew into his sleeves.
At this point, Yan Qingyang has eliminated all dangers in the Zodiac Palace.
…
On the long river of time, Yan Qingyang's Nascent Soul body slowly opened its eyes, looking far away to another unknown place infinitely far away.
At some point, a thin figure with a tall crown and long beard holding a whisk suddenly appeared there.
But it was another strange Nascent Soul monster.
"I never thought that a Nascent Soul monk could be born again in this desolate mortal world, and that his cultivation level could reach the middle stage. How wonderful."
The strange old man crossed the huge distance in a few steps and came to Yan Qingyang. He smiled and said, "I am a poor Taoist, Long Dengzi, but I don't know who my friend is?"
"Just call me Qingyangzi."
Yan Qingyang looked at this strange monk whose cultivation was also in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and asked curiously, "Fellow Taoist Long Dengzi, I don't know what you mean by the so-called mortal realm?"
"All the universe, time, space, past and future that you see around you all fall within the scope of the mortal world."
Long Dengzi explained nonchalantly, "The world of mortals that you and I are in right now is the smallest realm of the heavens among the immeasurable heavens - ten thousand feet of mortal world, and beyond that there are hundreds of thousands of feet of mortal world.
Millions of feet of mortal dust and so on."
"Ten thousand feet... the world of mortals?"
Yan Qingyang was stunned and said in confusion, "This sounds very antique. Then... how big is the specific scale of this world of mortals?"
"Hmm~"
Long Dengzi stroked his beard and pondered, and said, "If this vast world of mortals is expressed in mathematical language, it is a multi-dimensional universe in which the entire body has the number of e0 fixed points, both in terms of space and time span.
Collection entities.
As for the larger Hongchen of 100,000 feet, it is a multi-dimensional collective entity at the ζ0 fixed point level, while the Hongchen of 100,000 feet is a multi-dimensional collective entity at the fixed point level of eta.
Similarly, above millions of feet, there are still tens of millions of feet, hundreds of millions of feet, billions of feet, tens of billions of feet of mortal world, etc. By analogy, the levels of the realm of mortal world are endless.
And the huge world composed of countless mortal worlds at all levels is the immeasurable heaven that encompasses everything."
"..."
Yan Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Sorry, I'm not very good at math and this kind of thing. By the way, fellow Taoist just said that this is a deserted area, so why did fellow Taoist come to this area?"
"Oh, I came here to find the precious medicine of fairy grass."
Long Dengzi said gently, "Although this realm has sparse spiritual energy and few resources, there are still some special products available for picking."
"That's great." Yan Qingyang cupped his hands and said, "I have nothing to do. I wonder if I can search for medicine with my Taoist friends?"
"all right."
Long Dengzi smiled and said, "It is boring for a poor Taoist to travel alone. It is really a great pleasure to have Taoist friends to accompany me and help me travel together."
After chatting for a few or five words, the two of them walked together, crossing the infinite past and future, heading towards the distance.
As for his "mortal past body", Yan Qingyang stayed in a certain period of time in the infinite years of the world of cultivation without paying any attention to it.
Anyway, he has already condensed the infinite-level Nascent Soul, so the finite number of mortal bodies does not matter. Life or death will not have any impact on them.
As they walked along the way, Yan Qingyang asked curiously:
"Fellow Taoist Long Dengzi, I'm a little confused. I wonder why you concluded that I was a local monk born in this world of mortals when you first saw me?"
"It's very simple."
Long Dengzi said lightly, "Because you don't have the "Zong Seal" on you."
"Zong Seal?" Yan Qingyang asked confusedly, "What is that?"
"Is such that."
Long Dengzi patiently explained again, "There are various sects, large and small, all over the immeasurable heavens, and these sects were all founded by a Zunhua Shen Dao Lord.
Therefore, these Taoist masters naturally have to open up a square of heaven and thousands of realms to accommodate their own sect's palaces and many disciples.
As for the countless creatures born in this kind of realm of the heavens, they will naturally bear the mark of the sect in their realm.
Regardless of mortal beings or Yuanying monks, even if they are both transformed into gods and Taoists, they are no exception.
The appearance of this seal is the supreme will of the Taoist Lord who opened up all the heavens and worlds.
And this mark, in short, is the Zong Seal."
"I see."
Yan Qingyang nodded and smiled, "So after seeing at a glance that I don't have any signs of sect seals, my fellow Taoist concluded that I am definitely not a creature born in any sect's heavens, right?"
"Of course." Long Dengzi walked while stroking his beard.
"But..." Yan Qingyang tilted his head and frowned, "I'm still a little confused. Why are fellow Taoists so sure that I'm not a monk who crossed over from other realms?"
"This is also very simple."
Long Dengzi explained slowly and patiently, "It's just because this ten thousand feet of mortal world is the smallest realm of heavens among the immeasurable heavens.
However, its territory is so huge that no Nascent Soul Stage monk can cross it.
Only by relying on the power of the sect seal given by the Taoist Master of Transformation of Gods can the Nascent Soul monks be able to freely travel between the various heavens."
