Seeing Han Jue's appearance, the Fusang Sacred Tree couldn't help trembling, and said in a respectful tone, "Greetings, master."
The hibiscus tree is equivalent to the clone of the hibiscus tree, with the same will, and has not become an independent spirit. It is equivalent to the dual purpose of the hibiscus tree.
Han Jue asked, "Is it possible to establish a connection with the original time and space?"
As early as tens of millions of years ago, Han Jue sent a voice transmission to the Fusang Sacred Tree, explaining this task.
The Fusang sacred tree supervises time and space, if it cannot maintain the original time and space together, how can it be worthy of the god of time and space
"I can't trace the original time and space you mentioned, but more and more practitioners have crossed time and space recently. You said, do you need to establish an order for time and space? Maybe after the time and space are stabilized, I can feel the original time and space more clearly."
Fusang Shenshu replied with a shameful tone.
Han Juedao: "The order of time and space is determined by you. I will give you the power. Don't ask me about everything. If you don't do well, I will change the divine right. If you don't do it, you are also not qualified to sit in this seat."
The sacred hibiscus tree trembled, and many leaves fell, embellishing pieces of universe in the pale void.
"I will work hard… "
The voice of Fusang Sacred Tree was quite weak, like a little girl.
Han Jue left without getting his answer.
He originally wanted to point out the Fusang sacred tree, but he didn't expect it to be so useless, so forget it.
He will reward Fusang Shenshu after he has made some achievements.
After leaving Fusang Sacred Tree, Han never returned to the third dojo, but came to the top of the blank field.
The formless, formless and transcendent great god opened up a temple of transcendence here, symbolizing his lofty status, and Han Jue also planned to open it up, but what he wanted to create was a world.
He opened up a hidden area above the Temple of Transcendence, and no one noticed it, not even the formless and invisible Great God of Transcendence in the temple.
The gap between the master of creation and the creator of Tao is too great. As long as Han never lets the Great God of Formless and Invisible Transcendence find out, even if he stands in front of the Great God of Formless and Invisible Transcendence, it will be difficult for the Great God of Formless and Invisible Transcendence to detect it.
This method naturally uses the basic rules of the blank field.
Han Jue entered the field he had opened up, and the place was crimson, like the sky of purgatory.
With a wave of his right hand, he promised a blue sky, and laid a continuous layer of earth below.
Mountains and forests cover the land, clouds and mist gather suddenly, pour downpours of rain, and gather into a vast ocean in the valleys of the mountains. The familiar environment of heaven and earth appears, at first glance, it seems like a mortal world.
Han Jue left a stone statue here, which contains a trace of his will. If someone is destined to come to this world, he will get a great opportunity.
Because this world is located above the Temple of Transcendence, it is difficult to discover this world.
Things in the world are ever-changing. The Great God of Formless and Invisible Transcendence may listen to Han Jue today, but it may not be so in the future. If one day, the Great God of Formless and Intangible Transcendence loses justice and happens to be stubborn, maybe this world will become Variables that turn the tables.
Han Jue smiled with satisfaction, and then disappeared in the same place.
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The way of heaven, outside the thirty-third layer of heaven, inside the Qiankun Palace.
Xuandu Shengzun looked at the person in the hall with a helpless expression on his face.
"I really don't know the opportunity to dominate. If you can't find it, then change to another place." Xuandu Shengzun said.
The person in the hall is Qingtian Xuanji.
Qingtian Xuanji was once a pawn placed by Chaos Wuzhi in the Dao of Heaven, and his aptitude had once amazed the Dao of Heaven, but after Chaos Wuzhi attacked the Chaos Grand Meeting, he fell silent. He has been practicing in closed doors for these years, and his cultivation has reached the supreme perfection of the Dao. Unable to prove the Creator, he had to come to heaven.
Qingtian Xuanji frowned and said: "If that's the case, let me stay in Heaven."
Xuandu Shengzun said: "Of course you can, but you must not take action to bully the younger generation."
Qingtian Xuanji's character is too perverse, he has made countless enemies in Tiandao before, obviously he seldom kills, but his bad mouth is disgusting.
"Hmph, I know!"
Qingtian Xuanji waved his hand, turned and left.
Xuandu Shengzun smiled wryly.
After walking out of the Qiankun Palace, Qingtian Xuanji looked down at the fairy world, his brows still unfurled.
"Strange, what did I forget..."
Qingtian Xuanji muttered to himself, returning to the Dao of Heaven this time was not just to find the opportunity to rule. I don’t know when, he felt a little discomfort in his Dao Heart, and he always felt that he had forgotten something. At first he didn’t care, but this feeling lingered In his heart, lingering.
Qingtian Xuanji couldn't figure it out, so he decided to go to the fairyland himself.
Today's Immortal World hides a lot of Daoist Supreme Beings, all of whom are looking for opportunities to dominate. Therefore, they have left many inheritances in the Immortal World, and also laid the groundwork for countless arrogances to emerge in future generations.
…
Longting, this big world is surrounded by an incomparably stalwart golden dragon. The power of the coiling dragon is so powerful that it shakes the blank field, making ordinary forces dare not provoke Longting.
Above the sea of clouds, a stone pavilion stands quietly. Inside the pavilion is a young man in a silk blue dress. He has exquisite facial features, long hair coiled under a crown, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, just like a young fairy walking out of a painting.
Han Liang opened his eyes, looked at his hands, and frowned.
"What's the difference..."
Han Liang muttered to himself, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. He raised his hand and scratched his head, twisting the crown of his hair.
"You don't recognize your instincts."
A voice sounded, and a light and shadow appeared in front of Han Liang.
Han Liang frowned, stood up slowly, and said coldly, "Who is your Excellency?"
He has been in Longting for a while, he is the strongest in Longting, even Long Hao is no match for him, and the aura in front of him makes him feel very dangerous.
Light and Shadow replied: "You can call me the Master of Time."
"Oh? Claiming to be the master, you are so arrogant!" Han Lianghan said, the sky outside the court changed color, and he sealed the sky with his own magic power to avoid accidentally hurting the creatures of Longting.
The master of time chuckled and said: "It's useless, you can't hurt me at all."
Han Liang shot suddenly, the stone pavilion was blown to pieces, and the sea of clouds churned.
But his mana swept past the time master, but did not kill him, and the time master was like a phantom.
Han Liang stepped in front of the Time Lord and reached out to grab it, but his hand went straight through the Time Lord.
Han Liang's pupils shrank, and he immediately used his soul to attack, but it was still useless.
No matter what method he used, he couldn't hurt the master of time.
It was as if he was hallucinating that the Time Masters didn't exist at all.
Han Liang stopped, and asked in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you?"
The master of time replied: "I am time, and time is me. When there is a definition of time in the world, there will be me. I am here to lead you on your mission."
"Han Liang, you are the Demon God of the Endless Era, and your aptitude is countless times stronger than the Chaos Demon God and the Primordial Demon God. You should be the Endless Demon God. Your duty is to open up a larger realm for existence, not to work for others and strive for strength. .”