Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 490 Everyone is like a dragon, the three tribes gather together

A will, a will that symbolizes disaster, floats above the long river of time.

He spread the calamity wantonly, bringing countless disasters to the entire river of time.

The Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, the Heart Demon Tribulation, the Entropy Tribulation and many other tribulations block the phantoms that leap out of the long river of time. They serve as a test before they can prove their Dao and prevent them from going upstream to the beginning of the world.

Countless famous ancestors and masters of later generations were blocked by these checkpoints, and either got completely lost in the long river of time or died here.

Since the beginning of the world, the incarnation of this calamity has never seen anyone who can survive all the calamities he has set.

"Is it true that no one can achieve the eighth level in this era?"

Chen Xingzhi, the will that symbolizes disaster, thought with regret.

"The idea of ​​everyone being like a dragon is still too difficult to achieve, and the number of eighth-level people is still too small."

This idea is the embodiment of the will of Tianzun, and he is just a screener, responsible for selecting the eighth-level seeds through catastrophes.

He saw another phantom fall in the final catastrophe, and the spiritual light of the soul that had been cultivated for countless years disappeared into smoke, turning into a large amount of living information wandering in time.

"Another failure, it seems...wait, what is this?"

Chen Xingzhi shifted his gaze and noticed a phantom with a familiar aura, which was constantly breaking through the disasters he had set, until the last one.

"Is this my disciple in the future?" As soon as he thought about it, he saw that the shadow had completely transformed into an innate immortal spiritual light. It had obviously broken through the final catastrophe and rushed straight into the chaos before the creation of the world.

When this spiritual light disappeared in the long river of time, Chen Xingzhi, as an upstream observer, instantly noticed that some changes had taken place in the prehistoric world.

Those phantoms that were originally lost in the long river of time seemed to have gained some enlightenment, and some even broke through the loss and continued to move upstream.

The phantoms of those seventh-level beings who died in the calamity and remained in the downstream of time also underwent unusual movements. They seemed to have changed their logic of action and had the possibility of living a new life.

"The appearance of the first eighth level in this era has brought a lot of changes to the prehistoric world."

Chen Xingzhi's eyes lit up, "Perhaps, every time an eighth-level person appears in this era, Honghuang will make a further step forward."

If the prehistoric world could continue and people could continue to be promoted to the eighth level, perhaps Tianzun's idea could really be realized, and the first ninth-level world would appear in the void.

By then, he will have a greater chance of being promoted to the ninth level.

With a thought, he came to a critical time point upstream and watched the exit of the ancestor of Tianpeng.

"The first eighth-level person to leave will serve as a sacrifice to usher in the great catastrophe."

The departure of the Tianpeng ancestor opened a crack for Chen Xingzhi that lasted only a short moment, allowing him to project his own power into the prehistoric world.

The calamity energy surged and poured into the prehistoric world from the time when the ancestor of Tianpeng left the stage, and first descended on the former territory of the Tianpeng clan in the west.

An invisible calamity is brewing with the help of calamity energy, and its existence has undoubtedly accelerated the war between the two major forces in the ancient world.

Under the influence of the calamity, the people of the Western Alliance of Ten Thousand Races became more violent, and fights and conflicts often occurred even within the tribe.

Not to mention the outside world, even the tranquility of Xuanjun Temple was broken again.

Every day, Xuanjun had to deal with a dozen members of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance who were sneaking around outside the Xuanjun Temple. Over time, he simply activated the Diyuan Zhengang Array again.

After expanding the range of the formation to outside the territory of the Tianpeng tribe, he finally got some peace and quiet.

Then the peace was soon broken. Someone from the Divine Court came, and the leaders of the three tribes gathered at Xuanjun Temple, while most of their younger generations were waiting outside the temple.

Yuanlong, Guangyuan and Chiming, three eighth-level masters, each occupied a position, sandwiching the master of Xuanjun Temple in the middle.

Xuan Jun took a sip of tea calmly and said with a smile: "You three have come all the way to my small Taoist temple. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"Tianpeng is dead. Was it you who did it?" Chi Ming Daojun, one of the three, spoke first.

When she first heard the news, her first reaction was disbelief, but the dissipated Tianpeng Dao rules indicated that the ancestor of Tianpeng was indeed dead.

"I did it." Xuan Jun admitted this openly, "After the Tianpeng Ancestor broke up with you, he intended to defect to the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, so I suppressed him with the force of thunder."

Chi Ming Daojun understood, nodded and said nothing more.

The other two Dao Lords also had a thoughtful look on their faces, and they looked at Xuan Lord with a little more attention.

Being able to single-handedly deal with the eighth-level Tianpeng ancestor who has a strong ability to preserve his life, it seems that this Xuanjun, who is known as the "Seven Paths in One", has reached the level of a veteran eighth-level master.

"The wavering race of the Tianpeng tribe has disappeared. We have nothing to discuss with those rebels. From today on, the Divine Court will send troops to suppress the rebellion."

Daoist Yuanlong broke the silence, his tone was extremely calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter that had nothing to do with him.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjun, the Northern Dark Demon Sect is colluding with the rebels. I will trouble you and other Daoists to deal with the demons who come to support the rebels."

"It's my job." Xuanjun agreed.

Although he was the mastermind behind the catastrophe, he was also a loyal eighth-rank Divine Court official and still had to shoulder certain responsibilities.

Just when he thought that this was all they were going to discuss, Guangyuan Dazun, who had been silent, spoke up:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjun, are you not going to explain the matter of my younger generation?"

Descendants? What descendants?
Xuan Jun was slightly stunned, and cupped his hands: "Please explain clearly, fellow Daoist Guangyuan."

Seeing that he looked puzzled and didn't seem to be faking it, Guangyuan Dazun frowned slightly and called out, "Mo Lin, come in."

Under Xuanjun's puzzled gaze, a Qilin covered with black jade scales appeared in front of him.

"Mo Lin greets all the seniors." The Qilin named Mo Lin spoke, making a pure and cold electronic sound.

Different from the traditional Qilin, this Qilin is covered with sophisticated mechanical devices all over its body, and it is obviously a reformist electronic Qilin.

Looking at the mechanical Qilin in front of him, Xuanjun felt that it looked a little familiar.

Xuan Jun thought about it for a moment.

Xuan Jun suddenly realized and said shamelessly: "So it's you. I didn't expect that you have already practiced the Cyber ​​Kirin combat body that I passed down to you to this level. It seems that you are indeed suitable for the silicon-based road."

"The silicon-based avenue passed down by Senior Xuanjun is indeed very suitable for me. If it weren't for the teachings of Senior Xuanjun, I would never have been able to cultivate this indestructible cyber unicorn body."

Mo Lin bowed his head slightly and expressed his gratitude to him sincerely, but it gave him a bad feeling.

Looking at Guangyuan Dazun standing aside, I saw that his face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was obviously very dissatisfied with this situation.

(End of this chapter)