History’s Strongest Senior Brother - 1661. Chapter 1624 Chapter 1623. Prosperity will finally come

The ancient Buddha of Burning Lantern looked at Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, smiled and said: “I and the others are wrong, so I will trouble the Bodhisattva to move more between us and the Sanqing dynasty.”

“I hope there is a right time.” Guanshiyin Bodhisattva sighed and shook his head, and then left.

The ancient Buddha of Landeng watched him leave, and after a while he looked back.

In front of him, there were eighteen more orbs flashing with five colors.

Looking at the Ding Hai Zhu that was missing a quarter, the ancient Buddha shook his head and laughed, then put the Ding Hai Zhu away again.

Sitting on the lotus flower, the expression on the face of the ancient Buddha on the burning lantern became calmer, his eyes no longer fluctuated, his eyes closed slightly, as if silence.

Regardless of the Western Pure Land of Bliss, or Chenshan Xinghai, they remained silent after receiving the news of the opening of the Dao Sects from the Three Qing Dynasty.

It has always been actively suppressing the authentic Xian Ting and Bailian Pure Land of Taoism, and there is no sound from it.

The three new Daomen universes swaggered and existed in the endless void outside the realm, but other forces seemed to ignore this fact.

Compared to the time when the Daomen universe, the upper realm of the Daomen universe, and Biyutian were opened up thousands of years ago, they experienced a long and bloody battle, which is completely different.

In the dark years that the Dao Sect Zhengzong experienced after the great collapse of the past years, I don’t know how much it has to pay to finally have a stable and stable place for Xu Tu’s development.

After all, there are very few places like Yuquanjie that are hidden and stable.

Most of the time, the people in the Dao Men are struggling to survive in the cracks.

Like Li Xingba, the Chilan Taoists live in isolation, wandering in twos and threes. Even if no one is going to suppress the encirclement and suppression, it is obviously impossible to develop and grow and unify oneself.

It’s natural for them to live away from the mundane world for those who have cultivated their skills in the fairyland.

But selecting descendants and teaching and nurturing descendants are inseparable from the common world and leisurely on earth.

Only with a large enough population can a few outstanding geniuses emerge.

Only a sufficiently stable middle and low-level building can make a steady stream of blood.

Today, Dao Sect is an authentic progeny, so you don’t have to worry about similar problems anymore.

Suo Mingzhang, Emperor Changsheng of Antarctica, Emperor Gouchen, and Our Lady of Wudang, and other Taoist deities, do not need to continue to drift in the endless void outside the domain.

They reopened the Dongfu to the scene and lived there safely. It also meant that more martial arts inheritance and spread, more people multiply, and more human worlds are established.

Since then, the Taoist martial artist has walked in the endless void outside the territory. Although not without scruples, they no longer need to hide in Tibet like a bereaved dog, worrying about being besieged and chased by others.

With more resources and more treasures, whether you can compete with other powers or not, you can at least compete with others on your own merits.

Don’t worry anymore, suddenly there are many higher-level enemies appearing, but there is no big boss to support him.

No matter how high the Dao realm is, the biggest embarrassment of the Dao Sect martial artist in the past is that there is no Dao ancestor who can stably preside over the situation.

Although it still hasn’t, Zhu Xianzhen has changed this status quo.

The big situation is indeed different.

Seeing Suo Mingzhang taking away the blue sacred tree transformed by Shao Junhuang’s legacy, Yan Zhaoge and others felt a lot of emotion.

Today, everything is the expectation of the ancestors of Taoism like Shao Junhuang after the devastation.

Without stepping, there is no way to reach thousands of miles. It is also the hard work of generation after generation. The ray of light finally grows and finally turns into the rising sun, starting to really dispel the darkness and cold.

The Yanzhao singer opened his palms, and a faint light rose up, gradually expanded, and finally turned into a huge light wheel.

After the light dissipated, what appeared on the Yanzhao singer was a black iron wheel with twelve holes in it.

It is the Great Nether Wheel.

The huge black iron wheel kept turning. At this moment, the relatively short sacred tree in the Bright Valley still had countless faint blue flowers on the tree, all of which were in full bloom without warning.

The blue petals fell little by little, like fine snow, falling on the black iron wheel.

Yan Di also stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly, a red light appeared on his fingertips, the red light spread out and enveloped the bright valley.

This red light source trapped itself in the ancient sword, was intercepted by Yan Di, and carried it all the time.

The dark red light turns into a curtain, presenting a timeless picture.

A man in purple and a woman in white stood side by side, with their backs facing Yan Zhaoge and them.

The man in purple holds the sword in his left hand, the woman in white holds the sword in his right, and her left hand is held together with the man’s right hand.

In addition to the back that fell in the eyes of Yan Zhaoge and the others, the man and the woman could also be seen looking sideways, each showing half of their faces and smiling at the corners of their mouths.

That is the last figure of Yan Di’s parents, Yan Xingtang and Di Qinglian in his lifetime recorded in the ancient sword of Xianxian.

The sword Buddha on the screen has been eliminated by Yan Di, and only his parents are left.

Yan Xingtang, Di Qinglian and his wife sacrificed the Yuding’s decay and the ancient sword in blood to the point that they could not leave the remains. Yan Di had to build a cloak mound as a memorial, and this dark red sword light was often accompanied by his side.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng, Yan Di, Xue Chuqing, Xu Fei and others all looked solemnly and gave a solemn salute.

“Grandfather, grandmother, Mu Yao, the two seniors, Youming and Tongming, as well as other Taoist ancestors, your previous efforts were not in vain.”

“We… succeeded!”

Yan Zhaoge whispered softly.

There was a big bust, and the number of Daoist masters who were killed during and after the bust is innumerable.

Yan Zhaoge and others now know a lot of things through Yang Jian, Fairy Yunxiao, Emperor Changsheng of Antarctica, Great Master Xuandu and others.

The great powers such as Yuqing’s direct line, Guangcheng Tianzun, Yuding Zhenren, and Taoxing Tianzun suffered heavy deaths and injuries. Needless to say.

In the Heavenly Palace Shrine, Hou Tu Huangdi, one of the Four Royals, only fell.

In Empress Sanxiao, except for Fairy Yunxiao, Fairy Qiongxiao and Fairy Bixiao were killed.

The mother of the Golden Spirit, the master of the Heavenly Palace Divine Palace’s battle department, the former supreme power of the Shang Qing Dynasty, also fell.

One of the most proud descendants of the third generation of the descendants of the Qing Dynasty in the ancient era. Later, the lord of the thunder department of the Tianting divine Palace, Jiu Tian Ying Yuan, thunders and transforms Tian Zun Wen Zhong, and also falls in the footsteps of his mentor, Our Lady of the Golden Spirit.

The original owner of the twenty-four Ding Haizhu, the great power of Shang Qing Zhao Gongming, also got off the list of gods when he was destroyed, but in the end he also had the same fate as Fairy Qiongxiao and Fairy Bixiao.

Zhenwu Dangmo Tianzun, Lord Shouxing, Lord Taibai… There are countless such things.

Some were killed during the Great Destruction, while others fell for the re-emergence of the Dao Sect after the destruction, just like this battle for the Zhuxian Formation, the Madonna of Wudang almost became one of them.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the backs of Yan Xingtang and Di Qinglian.

Looking at the big nether wheel that Yin Tianxia left behind.

Looking at the pale sacred tree transformed by Hu Yuexin’s legacy.

Looking at the many figures that seemed to gradually emerge in front of my eyes, I felt a sense of relief at the same time.

“Although I haven’t been able to provoke the turbidity and clear away the foreign roads and many other enemies, but we have revived the Taoist school, and we have seen the weather.” Yan Zhaoge said slowly: “The prosperous age will finally come as you wish.”