The two Fang Ling looked at each other and flew down from under the golden Hongmeng Divine Tree. Just as he picked up the two small swords, a voice sounded in the void: "As long as you give up these ten small swords, I can promise you that I will never destroy the world, I can let you be the ancestor of Taoism and dominate the world."

Although the sound had no emotion or a desire for mercy, everyone could hear that the way of heaven had surrendered.

"Destiny must be in your own hands." After Qingyi Fang Ling said this, he reached out and threw the blood-red sword towards the black and white Tai Chi diagram.

Just as Fang Ling spoke, the Tai Chi diagrams in the hands of other Taoist ancestors were thrown out almost at the same time. The moment these small swords were sacrificed by the Taoist ancestors with all their strength, they turned into the blood light of the master's Taoist Tao and instantly sank into the black and white Tai Chi diagram.

In a blink of an eye, the Tai Chi diagram with black and white colors turned into the same color. The Three Thousand Great Dao appeared in the world again, and everything began to recover.

"My mana, my mana has been restored!"

"Ah, spiritual energy, I can finally sense spiritual energy from now on. I am not dead, haha, I am not dead!"

"Big Daopao pattern, my Daopao pattern, you finally came back!"

...

Ten years are just a moment for the Taoist ancestor, but it is very long for mortals. Many people have begun to tell the story of the almost destroyed world as a story.

The scenery of the Zhou Dynasty is still the same. Both mortals and monks live an orderly life under the rule of Zong Zhou.

However, the master of the Zhou Dynasty was never Zongzhou. But the true Taoism, the largest sect in the Zhou Dynasty, could ignore the will of the Zongzhou Dynasty in the eyes of the Zhou Dynasty monks, but they could never violate the purpose of the Zhen Taoism.

If you violate the kingly law of Zong Zhou, you will at most not go to Zong Zhou. You will have endless overseas and you will have your own place to practice.

But the true Taoism is different.

As long as you disobey the will of the True Taoism, no matter you go to the ends of the world, you will not be able to escape the punishment of the True Taoism.

The test of the True Taoism recruiting disciples every ten years has also become the biggest event in the world.

Although there are still many sects in the Zhou Dynasty, these sects have only been the Nascent Soul after practicing to the highest level.

However, in the true Taoism, not only does the Taoist who can guide the sky, but also has a path to the world of Yuanwu Lord. As long as you have a high qualification and surpass the Yuanying, it can be said that it is a foregone conclusion.

"Don't worry, Father, I will not let you down. This time, I must be admitted to the Zhendao Sect and revitalize our Zuo family!" The eleven-two-year-old boy clenched his fists and said solemnly.

His father was a man who looked over forty years old. A man with a tired face touched the boy's head and said, "Jing'er, your qualifications are OK, but remember that the most important thing in entering the true Taoism is not qualifications."

"It is the faith in the True Dao Dao Ancestor. Only with a sincere heart for the True Dao Ancestor, you can enter the True Daoism."

The young man nodded heavily and said, "Don't worry, Father, the one I admire most in my life is the True Daodao Ancestor."

"In the future, I must turn the tide like the True Dao Dao Ancestor and save the entire Zhou Dynasty!"

The young man's tender and serious expression made the child's father smile on his face. He patted the child's shoulder heavily and said no more.

For a person who has lived in Zhou Realm for many years, he naturally knew that it was impossible to save the entire Zhou Realm like the True Dao Dao Ancestor.

But he was unwilling to tell his son about such things. The feelings of youth are always poetry. When he was young, he didn’t have the idea of ​​being a person like the Emperor of True Dao?

Watching his son enter the Taoist temple of the true Taoism, the man shook his head gently, and a trace of worry arose in his heart.

Although he just said that his children's qualifications can enter the True Taoism, most of them are to comfort their children.

It is not so easy to pass the test of a boy from the True Taoism. I don’t know how many big families and even sects have to send their geniuses into the True Taoism.

If you can't get through, how can you comfort your child?

Just when the man was thinking, someone chuckled and said, "With your son's qualifications, there is no problem in entering the true Taoism."

The voice was calm and pleasant. The man turned his head and saw a man in blue standing next to him.

Although the man in blue shirt was just around the corner, the man felt that he could not see the face of the man in blue shirt. This phenomenon shocked the man.

Just when he wanted to express his gratitude to the man, the man in blue had already taken steps and disappeared in his eyes in three or two steps.

Looking at the long swords coming and going, the middle-aged man finally shook his head. He stroked his face and prayed secretly in his heart: "I hope everything can be as mentioned by this stranger, his son, and can successfully enter the true Taoism..."

The green mountains remain the same, the sunset several times...

Between a green mountain wasteland, the man in green clothes stood under the sharp mountain wind with his hands on his back.

The clothes fluttered, floating like a god among the gods.

As the man pinched the magic trick in his hand, a blood-colored bead flew out of the green mountains and fell into the man's hand.

The blood-colored beads were extremely strange. The spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around them poured into the beads like a stream of flowing back to the sea.

The massive amount of spiritual energy was swallowed by the bead in just a moment. At this moment, a blood-colored mouth appeared above the blood-colored bead, trying to swallow the spiritual energy in the void in the distance.

But the moment the blood-colored mouth appeared, the man in blue had already said to the void: "These spiritual energy is enough for you to absorb, so why bother with the original energy that is not much in Zhou Dynasty."

"You said it very well. After so many years, I have been trapped in the ground where birds do not shit. After you die, I am still reborn." The blood-colored mouth said dissatisfied: "But I didn't expect that this time I waited for such a long time."

"Not only do you have no sign of dying, you even get more and more comfortable as you live."

The man in blue smiled and said, "I am living a good life now, but your mouth is getting worse and worse."

"You regard me as your last resort. If you die, you will reincarnate and reborn. How do you think about me now?"

As the blood-colored beads rolled, they said in a deep voice: "It's rare that you are not afraid of your actions. Your opponent will know when you die. Even the last method will be cracked."

The man in blue waved his hand and grabbed the blood-colored beads in his hand, and then said confidently: "There are too few things in this world that can make me die and disappear."

"And at my current level, if someone can kill me, then my opponent can calculate everything about me."

As he spoke, the man in blue waved his palm and a pure white breath enveloped the blood-colored beads and said, "You have absorbed the cold and yin energy from the ground over the years, and your heart is already a little violent."

"Look, you should return to your original homeland!"

A stream of blood suddenly rushed out of the blood-colored beads, and this blood energy wanted to escape from the man's hands.

However, the man in blue clothes had a very strong cultivation level. He just grabbed the blood and energy in his hand with a faint grasp of the void. Before the blood and energy could continue to speak, he shook his palm and turned the blood and energy into pieces.

The blood-colored bead turned into an ordinary blood-colored bead. Although it is still full of spiritual energy, it no longer has the strange aura that just now.

The man looked at the blood-colored bead in his hand and pondered for a moment. Finally, his fingers were on the blood-colored bead and randomly said to himself: "Although this thing is average, it is also a good thing for the younger monks, so let's leave it for fate!"

It was this time that hundreds of years later, Zhou Yuan once again rose to a strong man!
Chapter completed!