Lord God Xiaoyao

Three thousand years!

It was just a blink of an eye.

Yang Qifeng has listened to Hongjun's preaching for three thousand years. During these three thousand years, all he has explained is the Taoist Taoist way, and it emphasizes how Hunyuan became the Taoist father.

As for the last sermon, it still involved the Three Thousand Dao Dao, and it was still a matter of paying attention to eating, so this time there is absolutely no eating. The Hunyuan Zheng Dao ancestor involved was completely designed for Yang Qifeng. Good way.

Each process has been accurate to the steps of each step, and it is formulated according to Yang Qifeng's situation. It is like Yang Qifeng going to play a game and upgrading to level 10. It is not a general strategy. Just tell you a location.

This is accurate to every task, as well as every monster, how much experience a monster will give, and how much time it takes, this is already accurate.

Yang Qifeng had to admire, and he was more in awe.

All their efforts are in the calculations of these big bosses. They know everything Yang Qifeng has encountered. To put it bluntly, Yang Qifeng has fallen into these big bosses since he first entered the main **** space. In our clutches.

"Prove the Dao!" Hongjun stopped preaching suddenly, and didn't mean to explain the doubts for Yang Qifeng. Everything has been arranged. As long as Yang Qifeng goes through the steps, he can prove the Dao ancestor.

Don't say it is Yang Qifeng at this moment, even a pig can be pushed to the realm of Dao Ancestor by them.

After so many years of preparation, the sages of the heavens and ten thousand realms have worked together to break through the plan. The sages do not know how many times they have worked together, and the sages who are in charge of the time avenue have a premonition of going to the future.

Whether it is the present, the past, or the future, all have succeeded, eliminating any possibility of failure.

Looking at Yang Qifeng calmly, with a big wave of his hand, the twelve figures rushing into the night appeared in front of Yang Qifeng.

The turbid air began to permeate, and the blood rushed up like the Yangtze River, hot enough to melt everything, just seeing these twelve burly figures, any evil person would immediately be burned to death.

These twelve figures are exactly the twelve ancestor witches, and each of these ancestral witches is not in the realm of quasi-sages, all of them are Hunyuan.

It was a big handwriting, and it was a twelve mixed element powerhouse at once. Yang Qifeng looked at Hongjun, thinking that this was Hongjun born from the mutant predecessor, but he never thought that this was the old immortal of the heavens.

This old guy has a long life. The heavens belonged to this old guy at the time, and he was also one of the best among the holy ones.

Yang Qifeng sighed, then quoted that there was more than one mutated primordial Taoist ancestor. This is a big mistake. What kind of ancestor? There is more than one deity.

In order to allow themselves to preside over the ceremony, these sages have used all kinds of methods, and they have already paved the way for Yang Qifeng.

This is to pile oneself directly into the realm of the Holy Venerable within a short period of time, and a haze appears in his eyes. This is not a good thing. The foundation that Yang Qifeng pays attention to will be destroyed and clean, and then the foundation will be vain. , Even if it becomes the deity, that is the weakest deity.

Recalling that my primordial spirit achieved Hunyuan together, this is also full of tricks, that Chaos Bead is too strong.

I am not only the weakest holy deity, but also because of the rapid progress. These holy deities have arranged for them. I don’t know how many hidden hands are hidden in the body. When the ritual is completed, then if these people treat themselves Start.

I am afraid that I will immediately fall under the deity, so that there is no threat to the deities anymore, and life and death are under the control of the deities.

There is no danger in presiding over the ceremony, but what about after the ceremony?

Yang Qifeng hadn't played such word games before. How could he be like an idiot, so he foolishly believed.

But unfortunately, Yang Qifeng has no choice. If he doesn't do it at this moment, he will die.

The creed that Yang Qifeng has always believed in is that it is better to die late than die early.

Moreover, Yang Qifeng also has a silver lining. Not all the holy priests want Yang Qifeng to die, and the hidden hands that are buried just want to get rid of Yang Qifeng, a threat, not to grab the spot.

This difficulty asks not for detachment, but for life.

This is Yang Qifeng's attitude. Yang Qifeng can see these horrors of the holy ones now, and he is equivalent to a son of destiny, but they have fulfilled it alive.

Don't give you time for wretched development. When the Great Tribulation is halfway through, the Great Tribulation is directly brought to the final stage, and the intermediate process is suddenly cut off. It is a strange thing that the Son of Destiny can develop.

Yang Qifeng looked at the twelve ancestor witches who had already lost their minds and left only their bodies. This was the saddest person. They could prove Dao Hunyuan alive, but all were prepared for Yang Qifeng to break through Dao Ancestor.

Combining the power of the twelve ancestor witches and condensing the real body of Pan Gu, this is the Tao ancestor.

Dao ancestors are in charge of the Dao, but it is obvious that Hongjun and the other sages ~www.novelmtl.com~ have never considered allowing Yang Qifeng to enlighten the Dao, and they have put Yang Qifeng on top of it with rigid standards.

The twelve ancestral witches are not enough, Yang Qifeng knows, there are twelve ancestral witches.

If you don't become a holy deity, you cannot be the only one in the heavens. As long as there is a prehistoric one, there will be twelve ancestor witches.

Yang Qifeng felt cold in his heart and followed the preaching steps of Hongjun, and began to devour the twelve ancestor witches.

The twelve ancestor witch is like a part of Yang Qifeng's body, swallowed without any hindrance. This method was deduced. I don't know how many experiments have been performed. The past, present, and future have been tried by the Lords.

When the twelve ancestor witches were completely swallowed, Hongjun, who was watching coldly, waved his hand, but twelve drops of golden blood emerged, and the twelve drops of blood were completely integrated into Yang Qifeng's body.

An ancient and wild aura began to spread across Yang Qifeng, and his flesh and blood continued to evolve. Pangu's true body was directly condensed under Hongjun's care without any obstacles.

Yang Qifeng sighed in his heart. Since practicing, it has never been as easy and simple as before. It is easier than eating and drinking. Every change and every unexpected situation has been anticipated.

As Hongjun had expected, Yang Qifeng only needed to follow the process, and he would naturally be able to condense Pangu's true body.

Pangu's true body has a special status in the prehistoric world, and is naturally a Taoist ancestor.

Fortunately in the prehistoric world, leaving the predominant world and not holding the avenue, this is the weakest Taoist ancestor.

PS: A wave of current today is a wave of rewards. This is the last day. Today, I have to finish writing the text and extras. There is no chance if I don’t reward.

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