The ancient trees thousands of meters high cover the sunlight, and the lush branches and leaves just cover the behemoth entrenched on the tree canopy.

Ancient trees stand majestic in the middle of the lake, extending to the branches and leaves far away, and occasionally ripples can be made on the sea-like lake water.

The spring sun was cut into pieces, and a few spots barely illuminated the red iron scales hidden under the branches and leaves. The giant creature slept in the ancient trees, and the breathing sound was accompanied by the whistling wind, gathering with the passing mountain wind to blow pale hair, and shaking white wheat waves on the pale giant tiger.

You can vaguely hear the complaints of the little ginkgo beside the ancient tree.

Everything seems to be back in the past.

Li Xi'an said that there will be no shortage of anything here, and there will be a lot of things.

It took several weeks to replant the old camphor tree, and the Rakshasa completely disappeared. It threw all the evil thoughts to the Red Dragon with the plan to let the Red Dragon fall and occupy its body. The pure Rakshasa who lost the evil thoughts was easily destroyed. It had a lot of plans, but it could not understand why the Red Dragon did not fall when it came into contact with filth.

As for Hengxiao and Jinni came in person later, Rakshasa didn't see it at all.

At that time, the impact brought by Li Xi'an's imperial domain and the fighting of the statue had already destroyed it. The Rakshasa, who had separated from the old camphor tree, was useless in the eyes of the ancestors. He had no worries at all and allowed it to be torn apart by the spiritual storm.

It took about half a day after Li Xi'an erected the monument for the Hengxiao Jinni, and it happened to be dusk.

Qingyan returned to Taihang with the Buddha's hand.

At that time, Chu Xing'er saw him like a ghost, and Xingren's eyes were wide open, looking incredible. She muttered something in her mouth and said, "Be good," I thought the hexagram was wrong, but I didn't expect that the hexagram was right. Then she shouted suddenly and shouted that He Fang was pretending to be the red dragon here! Before she finished speaking, Li Xi'an penetrated into the pit dug. The real Buddha has not become a charlatan for a while.

Qingyan licked her claws next to her, either going into the water to catch fish and slaughter the teeth or pulling the white fox. Now the white fox is almost no bigger than Qingyan's nails, so she still pulls the other person's hair and pulls it hard.

As for Li Xi'an himself?

He was tired, so he lay on the canopy to rest as he used to, and was sleeping most of the time. The old camphor tree grew up to this level and finally could carry Li Xi'an's body. The red dragon disappeared in the prosperous branches and leaves. The color of the scales and the brilliance of the leaves, like a large piece of red agate dotted with several fine jadeites.

"Chiciao, even though I still don't understand very well, why don't you choose to inherit my master's source power? This is a step to reach the sky. Nine statues are true one, and even if the source power is not ten, it is enough for you to step into the imperial destiny path in the extreme palace realm, and you can be called superior."

A sound sounded between the quiet tree canopy, and it was a light golden bamboo. It was buzzing and shaking at this time, conveying divine thoughts.

"I have climbed the sky and knew that climbing the sky must be done step by step, and I can't take too much." Li Xi'an reluctantly raised his eyelids.

The natal weapon of Hengxiao Jinni, this Jinxiao.

Most of the supernatural seal scripts were shattered because of the death of Hengxiao Jin Ni, and they can only be used to play except for retaining the spirit of the instrument. Unfortunately, Li Xi'an knew nothing about the rhythm. If this matter was changed, he might have a sense of ritual, playing a song to send off and say goodbye.

After erecting the monument on that day, he planned to bury the Jin Xiao together. After all, the body of the ancestor disappeared between heaven and earth, and the source power given to Jin Xiao was taken by Li Xi'an to trace the origin of the mountains. Of course, this natal magic weapon of the True One Realm is of course, but he did not even find out the material for observing the artifact, nor did he erase the remaining seal script on Jin Xiao, and he only planned to bury it simply.

Who knew that when Li Xi'an was about to bury Jin Xiao in the soil, the spirit of Jin Xiao's weapon awakened.

It hasn't reached its invisibility yet.

This dragon that satisfies Hengxiao Jinni's lifelong wish is its candidate.

Jin Xiao recovered and carried its ambitions. This was a deal, and Chi Jiao agreed to the deal. After that, this Jin Xiao was always accompanied by the dragon. It did not have magical powers, but it recorded the method of Hengxiao Jin Ni as a weapon spirit.

It grants the knowledge of the ancient times of the Chijiao Jiuzhou, what he saw and heard in the walking of the Nizhou in the Hengxiao Jinni, and the teachings of this ancestor.

What Li Xi'an needs to do is to destroy Hengxiao Jin Ni's Taoist tradition.

Darkness has already penetrated into the depths of their long sleep, and all creatures in the small world are like this. They are terminally ill. Hengxiao Jinni has struggled for thousands of years, trying to destroy the entire small world. There is no shadow in the empty field where there is no existence. As for whether the creatures in the small world agree, it is not their final decision, but the filthy ones have the final decision.

It is not difficult to destroy the small world in front of ancestors of Hengxiao and Jin Ni.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance.

Jin Xiao exchanged the extremely precious Dharma in exchange for the Red Dragon to destroy the small world. Their depravity should not threaten the nine states in the world. Some small worlds even woke up over the long years, tearing the barriers of the other naturally existing small worlds and invading them, turning the entire world into hell. The ancestors were too powerful, and the sword tip only pointed to destruction.

The only accident at present is the revival of the present Jiuzhou.

A demon emperor from the extreme palace realm used the Hengxiao Jin Ni to bury his bones.

Perhaps the fallen ancestors of Jiuzhou were destined to be buried by the rising creatures of Jiuzhou in the present world. But what Jin Xiao needed to do was to destroy the Taoist tradition where he was. When all salvation was useless and there was only darkness in his eyes, destruction was the best ending.

Ancestors, the geniuses chosen by the Supremes were already dead in their sleep.

What is walking now is nothing more than darkness covered with shells.

So Li Xi'an agreed.

He lamented and regretted those fallen creatures, and listened to those invincible and glorious past fascination. Of course, these did not prevent him from burning out the filth.

Burning a world as the finale to bid farewell to Hengxiao Jinni?

It is very suitable for the Chi Jiao who does not understand the rhythm.

The red giant winds, the scales of thick knife-like sway the ancient trees, the leaves fall down, and two suns lit up on the tree canopy. Li Xi'an looked up and breathed. He let out a silent roar, the breath of the mountains continued, and rain fell.

Grain Rain brings vitality.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The withered and yellow leaves are swept away, and the new green buds are rising.

Li Xi'an left the old camphor tree, with a red dragon-shaped arrow-shaped clouds, which was also what he did during this period of time. He brought clouds and rain from all directions to nourish a corner of plants, trees and animals. The only thing that could express dissatisfaction with him was Qingyan, who did not like rain.

This surprised Li Xi'an. After all, Qingyan was very diligent in going into the water to catch fish. He said he didn't like the rain at that time.

Then the dragon still puts rain on its own, after all, the rain is also water. The green flames collapsed and the tiger's face slipped to shelter from the old camphor tree, and blue electric chips were shot out from the tip of the nose.

The dragon is winding and walks far along the clouds.

Whenever he practices, he goes to one of the eight passes of Taihang Mountain, echoing the mountains and earth veins, and refining his claws there. This is not a magical power, but a part of his body that is truly extra.

The Eight Passes of Taihang.

This claw is called the Eight Passes of Taihang. Li Xi'an did feel that there should be eight claws in his body.

The Taihang Mountains are now extended thousands of miles, with hundreds of ridges connected, thousands of peaks standing, and thousands of ravines and ditches. Countless rivers cut through the Taihang Mountains, creating eight throat channels to the Taihang Mountains.

Before Taihang rose, these eight passes were here, and continued from ancient times to the present. I watched the changes of dynasties outside the mountain. "Shuzheng Ji" records: Taihang Mountain first started in Henei, from Henei to Youzhou, and there were eight passes: the first is Zhuguan Xing, which is now belonging to Jiyuan County, Henan Prefecture, and is eleven miles west of the county; the second is Taihang Xing and the third is Baixing, these two passes are now in Henei; the fourth is Fukou Xing, opposite Yexi; the fifth is Jing Xing, the sixth is Feihu Xing, and the sixth is Wangdu Pass; the seventh is Puyin Xing, and these three passes are in Zhongshan; the eighth army Du Xing is in Youzhou. Taihang Xing is three steps wide and forty miles long.

The red dragon lies on a steep cliff, with a hideous long tail hanging down, like a red waterfall hanging from the cliff.

His breathing is gradually eased and is becoming one with this place.

In the Eight Passes of Taihang, his claws and the method of creating the Jade Hand of the Creation of the Jade Hand was also improving, and he created the method based on this. It is not necessarily more powerful than the Dharma of Yuchai Shunde, but it must be more suitable for him. In the future, the power of the seal used by the Eight Passes of Taihang should not be weaker than the Jade Hand of the Creation of the Jade Hand of the Making of the Law of others.

After all, what others belong to others.

The red copper bone surface hangs on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the clouds halfway up the cliff. Suddenly, he heard the chirping birds.

A green-feathered bird flapped its wings and stopped on the horn of the dragon's mahogany branch, stopping steadily, which was called flowing water. The bird's eyes could see the meaning of disgust and pride. It was probably because it was disgusting that Li Xi'an had not seen him for two years. It was probably because he was unwilling to leave the strange mahogany that was walking around inexplicably and was even smaller.

The Red Dragon could understand the meaning of this bird, Xiaoxiao, and then continued to refine this level.

"The mountain god is really interesting." Jin Xiao was experiencing a divine thought.

"The spirits in the mountains are fearing you and dear to you. I haven't seen my master like this for a long time. The more they pursue the great way, the farther they are from all things in the world. Since he entered the realm of true nature, he has less and less emotions. They are always stable, like an eternal stone statue. But I know that the ancestors have their minds. They have never been stone statues, but people, and one of all things. They should have their own joy."

"He will play music when he is lonely."

"The name Hengxiao Jinni is his pride and his shackles."

"Why?" asked Chi Jiao, "They are so powerful that it is easy to have their own joy? As for the shackles, what can stop their steps and become their shackles in that era?"

"Because Jiuzhou is their shackles."

"The Jiuzhou will be in full bloom. They are the fire seeds. This is something that every unshakable person knows very well. They have unparalleled strength in the same realm, but they don't even have the power to fight for this world."

"As the Fire of Jiuzhou, they have been sleeping so far, if they have the chance to wake up by the shadows..." Jin Xiao pondered.

"You will see a world collapse, which must be a very brilliant scene."

What did Chi Jiao remember?

When a world collapses, his first reaction is the blooming fireworks, the moment of splendor, and the scene at this moment is incomparable.

"Do you know the name of an ancestor? He is also an unshakable person."

"Yuchai Shunde has already been said." Jin Xiao's tone when he mentioned Yuchai Shunde was much lower. Yuchai Shunde, strictly speaking, was the senior of Hengxiao Jinni. When Hengxiao Jinni was still a young boy, this unparalleled woman had already entered the realm of true nature. The other colleagues of Hengxiao Jinni had more or less received the favor of this ancestor.

This is an extremely powerful ancestor, strong enough to shake the saint.

In the past, there was a saying in the songs of Jiuzhou, "White jade hands are like ice and iron, and they make seals, and they live and die." Jin Xiao thought that no one could escape the shadows.

"It's not her, it's the bamboo basket to pick the soul."

"Bamboo Basket Soul Picking?" Jin Xiao was stunned.

The soul picking of bamboo basket is one of the fellow travelers of Jin Ni. Although he knew that the ancestor who had no sleeping in the ancestral world would be let go, Jin Xiao couldn't help but sigh when he heard the familiar name.

"This world has only been reviving for two years, and you have encountered three unshakable people one after another?"

Li Xi'an did not respond. He sacrificed the Zaitian Cauldron, ran around vividly, and manifested a bloody figure.

"This is his spirit, the part I took from his clone and lost my memory."

"It's rare to let me out once, and I recognize my relatives again?" The blood-colored figure shrugged.

"It's him, indeed." Jin Xiao said in a deep voice.

"But the breath is too weak, so weak that I can't believe it."

The blood-colored figure stared at the golden bamboo hanging in the air, showing a thoughtful look for the first time.

"I know you."

For a moment, three eyes fell on the blood-colored figure. In addition to Li Xi'an and Jin Xiao, there were also the green-feathered birds stopping on the horns of the redwood branches, tilting their heads.

"I just know you. I must know you, and I can even be said to be very familiar with you. But I don't know anything else. It's a miracle. Could it be that this flute is also something engraved in my instinct?" The blood-colored figure wondered.

"I encountered the bamboo basket of soul-picking under the altar of the imperial capital when the world was not fully recovered."
To be continued...