Dreams lead to ancient times? I am really not an ancient Taoist ancestor

"You should know who I am, and you are destined to walk on this road. If you don't break it, you won't build it. If you break it, you will build it."

"Go, go to the beginning of Suigu."

"Remember, if you do something, you will be injured. If the injuries are ten, the body will die and the path will disappear, and there is no way to save it!"

After a conversation, Qingxuan finally said to [Lu Xuan]:

“The journey here is very bumpy.”

[Lu Xuan] nodded silently, stood up and left. Before leaving, he turned around, bowed solemnly, and said softly:

"Taoist Priest Qingxuan, I'm sorry for you."

After saying that, he quietly walked in the direction where Suigu was at the beginning.

Watching [Lu Xuan] leave, Qingxuan closed his eyes, and the ninth major injury slowly emerged.

He coughed violently, then looked sideways, waved his hand tiredly, sent Xiao Huo'er and Xiao Xihe away, and took a deep breath.

"Next"

He suddenly frowned and noticed that a transformation was taking place in his body, almost causing a big wave that could not be concealed. There were signs of being noticed by Taiyi and Fuxi!

Qingxuan's color changed, and he searched for the reason, but it was the result of his [Jun] Wa Emperor's energy.

As he possesses more and more of the Emperor Wa's aura, he becomes stronger and stronger, and a mellow and harmonious charm spreads unstoppably.

If this continues, I'm afraid Taiyi and Fuxi will discover it in advance, or even notice that something is wrong. Once they are hunted before finding the [special node], everything may be in vain!

"First find a way to cover up the waves, and then continue to try to copy Emperor Wa's [Essence] and look for that [Special Node]."

While muttering to himself, Qingxuan took the initiative to stop the process of copying and duplicating. He stared at the two near-transcendants who were still fighting each other and suddenly coughed up blood.

"My time is running out."

The Taoist began to crack, and the cracks did not go away. They spread from the most fundamental part and continued throughout. He was dying bit by bit, or in other words, he was dying bit by bit.

He was being swallowed up bit by bit by the [Epoch Times].

"Will this be the final destination of all the Qingxuan in the past?"

The Taoist in the mist continued to cough up blood, and the backlash from the Nine Epochs made him weaker and closer to being assimilated and annihilated.

"We must find a place to isolate ourselves from the era."

"Otherwise, I will be completely swallowed up by the Epoch Times before long."

While talking to myself,

He dragged his exhausted body out of the Guangcheng Taoist Palace, his brows furrowed tightly. After the nine serious injuries gathered together, he began to fall irreversibly towards the abyss.

Especially now that we are in the end of the tribulation, the Epoch Times has become more and more crazy after entering his old age. At this moment, he is desperately trying to assimilate himself and extend his lifespan.

"That [special node] must exist, and the scope of its existence is the period between when I guide [Lu Xuan] to transform into Qingxuan, and when I am completely assimilated into the Epoch Times."

"I don't have much time."

As the cracks in the body and true spirit become more and more numerous, and as the nine major wounds become more and more profound, a sense of urgency emerges in the hearts of the Taoists in the fog.

He calculated all the past, all the present, and all the future, and finally found a place that could temporarily resist the assimilation of the Epoch Times.

Qingxuan entered the [present world] quietly, and the era of [True End of Dharma] was coming. The present world collapsed again, the big heaven and earth turned into the big universe, and the middle continent turned into the ancestral star.

Practitioners are once again on the verge of extinction in this era. The [True Ending Dharma] is not just as simple as the spiritual energy dissipating, the rules are being downgraded, and the strong are no longer strong!

Even if there is a big Luo here, with one full blow, it will blow up a galaxy at most.

Ordinary true immortals and earthly immortals have also been reduced to ordinary people. Earthly immortals can walk in water no higher than their knees and hit people like hanging paintings. True immortals can capture and lift an elephant with one arm and throw it out.

But that’s all.

Only the [Golden Immortal] at the original level of immortality can still possess otherworldly abilities, and only those with Tao Fruit will not lose their power and remain as before.

Taoist Qingxuan looked around at this chaotic Dharma-ending world while approaching a familiar mountain peak.

Tarzan.

He stood next to the coffin at the top of Mount Tai, with extremely deep eyes:

"This square coffin."

Only then did Qingxuan realize the abnormality of the coffin. He opened the coffin and found Confucius lying in it. Due to the end of Dharma, he was frighteningly old and was sleeping.

Beside the sleeping Confucius, there was a black wooden coffin. There were eight cracks on the coffin, and the mysterious Tao and principles were engraved on it. Epoch is out of place.

A big coffin within a small coffin.

Qingxuan gently touched the eight cracks on it and tried to open the black wooden coffin. He exerted a slight force, but the coffin did not move, which made him a little surprised.

You know, now, with even a slight exertion of force, I can destroy all the worlds hundreds of times, I can completely collapse the long river of time, but in the end, I can't shake this square coffin? ?

Qingxuan frowned and continued to increase his strength. Even his transcendent true body was activated, but he still could not open the black wooden coffin.

He pondered for a long time,

Use the [Doomed Calamity Body], hold the Qingping Sword, and chop it gently!

This time it worked. A crack appeared on the black wooden coffin, which was exactly the same as the other eight cracks.

"Um?"

Qingxuan was shocked. As he coughed up blood, a look of palpitations appeared on his face. Could it be that

He followed the crack and walked into it.

"You came?"

A gentle voice sounded, and the eight Qingxuan who were playing mahjong and poker looked sideways and smiled at the same time.

Everyone is on the verge of death.

Three big question marks appeared on the Taoist's forehead in the fog.

………………

"so."

After talking for a while, Qingxuan said in confusion:

"So, you are the me before?"

"To put it more accurately and in layman's terms, you are the Ninth Zhoumu." Qingxuan in black said with a smile: "By the way, I am the Second Zhoumu."

As he spoke, he also coughed up blood and looked very sluggish, obviously suffering from nine major injuries.

Jiuzhou Mu Qingxuan frowned deeply:

"So, the [special node] was not found in the previous eight cycles?"

Qingxuan, the eighth Zhou Mu who once enlightened him, raised his head:

"It can be said that it was not found, but it can also be said that it was found."

"What do you mean?" Taoist Master Wu Zhong's expression condensed and he asked quickly.

Bazhou Mu Qingxuan pondered for a moment and then said:

"Before you came, we not only played cards and discussed Taoism, but also tried to deduce the breaking point, and finally deduced the answer."

Taoist Wu Zhong did not interrupt, but listened quietly, paying full attention. Eight Zhou Mu Qingxuan continued:

"The answer is."

"Nine is the ultimate number."

Hearing this, the Taoist in the mist was a little surprised. Nine is the extreme number?

His thoughts changed, he made a slight guess, and his expression suddenly changed.

"You mean the cycle, finally the ninth time?"

"Yes." Zhou Mu Qingxuan nodded slightly: "If nothing else happens, the cycle will be terminated. In other words, if you fail, you will be truly defeated and there will be no follow-up."

After a pause, he coughed again and asked:

"What extra arrangements did you make this time?"

The Taoist in the Mist narrated two back-ends, one from Xiao Yan and the other from Fu Xi.

Eight Zhou Mu Qingxuan breathed out:

"The nine of us are all different, and you are the most perfect. Of my two opportunities, one saved Xiao Nian, which was a waste to say the least, and the other created the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

The Taoist in the fog was stunned. Did he create the six paths of reincarnation by himself?

Qizhou Mu Qingxuan also smiled and said:

"My two spare opportunities to intervene, one was wasted and used to protect all sentient beings, and the other was used to melt the Heavenly Flag, Qingping Sword, Tai Chi Diagram, etc. to create this object."

As he spoke, he spread his hands, and a gray stone appeared. It seemed normal, but it gave the Taoist in the Mist a thrilling feeling.

The sixth, fifth, and fourth rounds each informed themselves of their second moves, and each of them wasted an opportunity. The third and second rounds sighed, as their two free opportunities were wasted.

As for Qingxuan in the first week, he just smiled:

"I built this coffin once to resist the assimilation of the Epoch Times. Another time, I took away the Bajing Palace and buried it at the beginning of Suigu. Inside, there is a powerful blow from the heyday of the teacher's real body. Be prepared for emergencies.”

The Taoist suddenly understood in the fog, no wonder the Bajing Palace suddenly disappeared in the past years. He had also traced it and could not find its whereabouts, but was it taken away during the first cycle?

Qingxuan, the first Zhoumu, raised his head at this time:

"If our deduction is true, nine is the ultimate number, and the cycle ends with you, then you may be the only breaking point, and all hope lies with you."

Taoist Mist smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"I am no different from you. In the outside world, I am constantly assimilated by the Epoch Times. I can only huddle here like you, avoiding assimilation."

Ba Zhou Mu Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said:

"The backup plan you left on Fuxi is useless, isn't it?"

The Taoist in the mist shook his head:

"I'm not sure. Maybe it will work, maybe it won't. You can't just take a chance."

Zhu Qingxuan each discussed for a while, and finally Qingxuan, the first Zhoumu, spoke solemnly:

"We also hope that the deduction is wrong and that the number is more than nine. In this way, under infinite loops, we can succeed once even if it is impossible, but..."

After a pause, he continued:

"But if the count really stops at nine, this is your last chance."

The Taoist in the fog looked solemn:

"you mean?"

The first generation smiled:

"We can work together with you to forcibly block the assimilation of the Epoch. As long as there is no tenth major injury, you will be fine."

The Taoist in the mist was silent for a moment and said softly:

"In this case, if I fail, you will disappear into thin air."

Eight Zhou Mu interjected:

"That's not what it's like. If the cycle ends here, only you are suitable for this Epoch. Only you can break the situation. And if you do nothing, we will wait until Taiyi and Fuxi decide the winner. Doomed to disappear into thin air.”

After a pause, he continued:

"And if the cycle doesn't stop at this time, it doesn't matter. Even if you fail, we will leave with you, and the next Qingxuan will eventually come."

The Taoist in the mist listened silently and nodded silently.

He felt a little heavy. If the speculation was true and the cycle ended here, he would be that [special node], and all the future would be shouldered by him.

The nine Qingxuan discussed with each other for a moment, and the remaining eight handed all their remaining back-ups to Taoist Wu Zhong, and then walked over one after another and entered his body.

Every time a Qingxuan coincides with one, a major injury is suppressed. When all eight Qingxuan enter the Taoist's body in the fog, eight of the nine major injuries are dim.

He closed his eyes and thought for a long time, finally pushed open the black wooden coffin and walked out slowly.

Sure enough, the feeling of assimilation and engulfment from the Epoch Times was gone.

As long as you don't inflict the tenth major injury on yourself, everything will be fine!

If a tenth track is added

Qingxuan took a deep breath and looked at the beginning of Suigu. At this time, [Lu Xuan] affected the roots of the three eras and was preparing to escape to the [real past].

He watched quietly and said to himself:

"No, how can the cycle end in this way? Could it be that the calculation is wrong and the number is more than nine?"

While talking to himself, the Taoist in the mist breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief, and the burden on his body seemed to be much lighter. In this case, he was not the "last one".

A faint smile appeared on Qingxuan's face.

However.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

At the beginning of Suigu, [Lu Xuan] was at the center of the vibrations of the three parties [the foundation of the era] and was at the absolute focus. His figure gradually faded and he gradually escaped into the real past.

In the moment before it was completely illusory, Fuxi and Taiyi joined hands to attack and fell ahead of schedule.

‘Buzz! ! ’

The balance of the three parties [Epoch Fund] was broken, and [Lu Xuan] at the center was torn apart by the three parties [Epoch Fund], and was swallowed up and assimilated by the entire Epoch.

All scattered.

"Nine reasons."

"Extreme numbers."

[O] So far, it has evolved into [6], and there is no way out.

Qingxuan looked at this scene, a little absent-minded, and his heart sank. Suddenly, his scalp exploded, and his back felt cold.

The Taoist suddenly raised his head in the fog, only to see two [Nearly Transcendent Ones] above the chaos, staring at him.

was discovered.