An ancient mirror floated in the air, and a blue light fell on the unconscious Zhang Bairen.

In the ancient mirror, a golden thin thread appeared, like a thin thread the size of a needle tip, golden and transparent, exuding the solemn and grand atmosphere of the emperor. It was just an image, but it made people feel involuntarily afraid of condolence in their hearts.

"Son of Destiny!"

Taoist Master Xujing sighed softly, with joy and sorrow in his face.

"Master, what's the son of destiny?"

Changsun Ruoli, whose injuries had not recovered, had a pale face, but he had been by Zhang Bairen's side.

"It is said that the son of destiny is the hope for the rejuvenation of the human race. He was born with the will of heaven and earth, and was born with the dominance of this world."

Taoist Master Xujing straddled the beard under his forehead with one hand and slowly opened his mouth.

"Prior?"

Changsun Ruoli's eyes lit up, and the scene from a few days ago appeared in his mind.

It was a pillar of sound waves that reached the sky and the earth that suddenly appeared in the valley. She was already desperate, but she didn't expect that the violent sound wave would suddenly stop as Zhang Bairen shouted softly.

A strange force emerged out of thin air, forcing the violent sound waves that could be crushed to a hundred miles from the sky and the earth.

That kind of scene is like a miracle!

Even Taoist Master Xujing, who has a golden elixir cultivation, cannot have such magical abilities.

"Yes, there are many rumors about the son of destiny, but they all say that he has the dominance of the world."

Taoist Master Xujing slowly raised his head and looked into the distance with a distant look.

"The birth, old age, sickness and death of all living beings is in the thought of the son of destiny. He is the heavenly way of this world, and even the true soul of the soul must crawl at the feet of the son of destiny."

"So amazing! Who is the Emperor of Heaven? Didn't he say that the Emperor of Heaven is the Lord of the Three Realms?"

Changsun Ruoli blinked.

"He is the Emperor of Heaven, the future Emperor of Heaven!"

Taoist Master Xujing lowered his head, his eyes flashing with strange light.

"But he needs to go to the heavenly realm and find the person who is now standing on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven, in order to truly become the lord of the three realms. And the demon clan will never let him enter the heavenly realm alive!"

"Ah..., wouldn't that be dangerous?"

"Danger, at the moment of his birth, will accompany him throughout his life until he becomes the Emperor of Heaven or dies."

Shaking his head, Taoist Master Xujing said again: "I will notify Master Yuchan and ask him to take Zhang Bairen to Middle Earth, where there is the only passage to heaven."

"Middle Earth..."

Changsun Ruoli's eyes darkened. Middle Earth is in the east, how far is it from the country? This is an inmeasurable distance. If Zhang Bairen wants to go to Middle Earth, it will be destined to separate the two.

"Ruoli, your father has been placed in the center of the formation for recuperation. He is seriously injured and needs to recover slowly, but there is no life threatening. You don't have to worry too much."

Master Jingxu saw that Sun Ruoli's face was dim and thought it was because he was worried about his father, so he couldn't help but comfort him.

"Your injuries are not light. Go back and have a good rest. Remember not to spread the story about Zhang Bairen!"

"Um!"

Changsun Ruoli nodded slowly, looked at Zhang Bairen reluctantly before leaving.

After Taoist Jingxu had settled Zhang Bairen, he returned to the hall again.

Here, he can sense a radius of thousands of miles through the divine thunder array of the heavens. This is a powerful force that intimidates the demons from all directions.

"Shouyu is a good child. He has a good talent. Although he suffered a tragic disaster when he was a teenager, he was gentle and treated nicely. I originally wanted to treat him as a inheritor..."

"Oh..., dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil. As long as there is love in life and no resentment in death, it is enough!"

A brand new tablet slowly emerged in the hands of Taoist Master Jingxu, and was finally placed in the back hall behind him, where the dense tablets were endless.

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"Son of Destiny!"

Chen Zi'ang, who was far away on another mountain, looked up at the sky with his body. The talismans in his soul connected to Zhang Bairen's sea of ​​consciousness. Xu Jing's words could not be hidden from his eyes and ears.

"I wonder if the son of destiny has anything to do with the treasure house of the Heavenly Palace that I am going to? I was worried about where to look for clues, but I didn't expect it to be right in front of me. It seemed that the stone gate had also picked up a place to send him over, otherwise why would it have appeared so coincidental to Zhang Bairen."

"I originally wanted to leave here, but now it seems that I don't need it."

He shook his body and his soul calmed down. No matter how things develop, he now needs to strengthen his strength. He silently activates the demonic power in his body, and the fierce and surging demonic power prompts him to move on to the next step.

Over the past decade, Chen Zi'ang's uncontrollably swallowed the energy, his soul and strength have grown rapidly. He has reached the peak of the scalper body in just a short time and can try to stimulate his bloodline.

Slowly closed his eyes, the demonic power in his body slowly flowed according to the records of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Immortal Art. The demonic power penetrated into the depths of the bloodline, and the most mysterious place among the demonic souls.

"Dong..."

"Dong..."

"Dong..."

The sound of his heart beating became louder and louder, and his soul also shrank and increased, and endless illusions appeared in the soul.

There is a force of pulling in every illusion, which makes him unable to help but want to put his soul into it.

This should be an image left by the ancestors in the bloodline of the scalper. However, according to the records of the Heavenly Demon Slaying Immortal Art, the earlier the time, the stronger the demon clan will usually be. At this time, all ordinary things should appear.

The mind is stable and still, the illusion sensed in the soul keeps changing, and the suction force becomes heavier, making him feel like he is standing on a bumpy river. If he is not careful, he will be thrown into the river.

The Heart Sutra of the Seven Treasures Magic sounded, and the slightly shaking soul immediately became as steady as Mount Tai. A white and peaceful light shone around, and photos flashed one after another.

The figures who worked hard on the earth, the dull movements when pushing and grinding powder, and the crazy body fighting with the wolf pack are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Dullness, sadness, grief and anger, monotonous and pure emotions always impact his soul.

However, the experiences of several lifetimes, coupled with the memory of the souls of countless monsters in this life, Chen Zi'ang's soul has long become indestructible, just like the crystal clear white light on his body at this time, and it is not moved by anything else.

I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe a day or a year, time here is meaningless, but his soul has begun to be exhausted.

The images kept changing, and some magical things began to appear, including black cows chewing iron like mud, divine objects that covered water, and stone cows that escaped from the earth.

Chen Zi'ang was raised and began to seriously search for the phantoms around him.

After a long time, a black monster appeared in his senses. The monster looked a bit like a cow, but had no horns and only had one leg under his body.

This is a wilderness, standing on a mountain, roaring to the sky, under the roar, the sky and the earth burst into pieces, and countless powerful spiritual creatures were destroyed.

‘That’s it!’

Feeling that he could no longer hold on, Chen Zi'ang's soul jumped and jumped towards the monster.

"when……"

Seeing that the monster was about to approach, a bronze bell suddenly sounded in Chen Zi'ang's ears.

As the sound rang out, a huge suction force came from behind him, and the light in front of him flowed, like a quick glance. In an instant, billions of images passed by his eyes. With a lighter body, he had turned into a green cow and appeared beside a bald monk.

"Today I will preach the Dharma for the Buddha."

The bald monk was wearing a white monk's robe and sat cross-legged in the void. His treasure was solemn, and his body was filled with soft light, shining on the world and transparently.

The place is boundless and empty, but the green cow sitting cross-legged beside the monk can sense it, and dozens of eyes are turning to this place through the boundary between time and space.

"The Dharma we are preaching today is called the Tathagata's true Dharma Seal, which is one of the wonderful techniques of my Buddha's seven treasures!"

A huge voice exploded in his ears, which shocked Chen Zi'ang's mind.
Chapter completed!