Chapter 244 The Self-Corpse of Emperor Donghua!
The weather is ever-changing and the situation is changing.

The Qilin was so majestic and powerful that its tall and mighty body shook the world.

As immortal energy and chaotic air currents surged into his body, the ethereal and vast magic power surged in his meridians, and Qilin's cultivation began to recover.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum swept out.

The realm was elevated to the peak of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

"This is the power that belongs to me!"

Shi Qilin clenched his fists, a look of emotion on his face. The magical power in his body that could destroy the world made him feel intoxicated, as if a king had returned.

After thinking for a moment, Qilin landed in front of everyone.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Zulong! If you hadn't stimulated the destiny of the human race in time, the shackles of heaven and the karma of killing of thousands of people in the Qilin tribe would never have been completely eliminated."

Shi Qilin bowed to Zulong and said with a smile.

Among the three, only Zulong is doing the best.

Resurrecting and reborn based on the human race’s destiny, the Ancestral Dragon’s future destiny can be imagined.

Now, he has a chance to touch the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.

"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome!"

"The three tribes of Longhan are all the holy tribes that protect the human race. From now on, we will share the same hatred and enemies, discuss the Dao with each other, and practice the supreme Dao. Now that humanity is flourishing, we all have the opportunity to accomplish great things."

Zulong patted Shi Qilin on the shoulder, his tone and expression were very generous.

Cangjie and others couldn't help laughing when they saw this.

His divine consciousness swept across the coast of the East China Sea and the countless human tribes in the prehistoric world, and a feeling of satisfaction immediately arose in his heart.

At this moment.

The Golden Spirit Mother opened her red lips slightly and said to everyone, "Now that Senior Shi Qilin's oath has been recognized by the Way of Heaven and the Way of Man, the shackles that the Qilin Clan has been burdened with have been removed. It is time for me to go to Kunlun Mountain to report!"

"Brother Xuandu, do you want to go back together?"

The Golden Spirit Mother looked pleased.

Thinking of being able to become a disciple of Master Tongtian, her delicate body trembled slightly with excitement.

A disciple of a saint, with a Taoist background.

In the future in the ancient world, won’t the sea be wide enough for fish to leap and the sky be high enough for birds to fly?
Hearing this, Xuan Du nodded and responded, "I promised to help Junior Sister Jin Ling comprehend the Nine-Leaf Mysterious Sword Grass and practice the Gengjin Sword Dao and the Killing Sword Dao. Of course, I will keep my word."

"Over the years, I, Chi Jingzi and Tai Yi Zhenren, two of my junior brothers, have been teaching the disciples of the Human Sect in Shouyang Mountain. Now I think it's time to go and pay my respects to Master and my two uncles!"

The sound of Tao is long and endless.

After hearing Xuan Du's words, the Golden Spirit Mother smiled happily.

The First Qilin also interrupted and said, "If it weren't for the enlightenment of the Xuanmen, this seat and the Qilin clan would not be able to transcend the world, so I will also lead the Blood Qilin, the Black and Yellow Qilin and the Snow Spirit to go to Kunlun Mountain!"

"I wonder if the Master agrees?"

The words fell.

Xuan Du immediately nodded in agreement.

After a while.

Several figures stepped on auspicious clouds and headed towards Kunlun Mountain.

Nuwa was filled with mixed emotions. She stepped on the back of the golden phoenix, disappeared at the top of the nine-day cloud sky, and returned to the Nuwa Heaven outside the chaotic sky.

The coast of the East China Sea has also returned to its former tranquility.

Faintly, the ominous aura of the catastrophe that lingered on the long river of life became more intense. Countless lives were contaminated by the obscure and filthy aura, and their mind and practice were affected to a certain extent.

Especially for those who have committed serious sins of killing, they will either go astray or their meridians will be broken.

The situation in the ancient times became more and more mysterious, as if it was shrouded in fog.

Penglai Fairy Island.

The Taoism is majestic and the air is filled with immortality. The spiritual roots and immortal grasses sway in the wind, and the refreshing fragrance continues.

The Immortal Emperor's Palace in the center is even more immortal, guarded by immortal soldiers and generals in golden armor. The lowest of them have cultivation level at the early stage of Golden Immortal, and they are considered one of the elites of the Immortal Court.

Inside the palace, there was brilliant golden light.

Dong Wanggong wears a red-gold Taoist robe, and the dragon-headed cane in his hand evolves with the fortune of the immortal court.

"Why do I have a bad feeling?"

"My Dao heart is blocked, my spirit platform is covered with dust, and even the three corpses that have long been perfected are trembling. Could it be that the witch clan or the demon court is plotting against me?"

Duke Dong wanted to cry but had no tears, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

His brows were furrowed, and doubts were lingering in his mind.

Now he is the only one in the palace.

The Queen Mother of the West usually practices in West Kunlun, while the four immortal kings are busy with the affairs of the immortal court. There are very few who can give advice to the King of the East.

The chief of the male immortals, the ancestor of pure yang.

Logically speaking, Dong Wanggong has great magical powers. He founded the Immortal Court and controls billions of living beings, making him extremely powerful. However, he has been in a bad mood recently. Instead, he seems to have an air of old age.

Perhaps, it was because Dong Wanggong had once established a good relationship with Xuanmen through Yingzhou Island, and there was also a connection between Liu'er Macaque and Xuanmen, so he was able to briefly escape from the catastrophe.

These negative emotions are the innate instinct of the gods to seek benefits and avoid harm.

That's why Dong Wanggong thought seriously and was not carried away by power and the fortune of the immortal court as he did in the past.

"Apart from the Wu Clan and the Demon Court, who would plot against the Immortal Court and us?"

At this moment, a voice appeared beside Dong Wanggong.

The person who spoke was the corpse of Dong Wanggong.

He was seen wearing a Pure Yang Taoist robe, on which the Pure Yang Law and the divine flame pattern were faintly visible. The natural aura was gathered into his body, and his Qi energy, which was close to the Way of Heaven and the Way of the Great Dao, was long-standing.

"Donghua, you haven't appeared in nearly ten thousand years!"

Duke Dong sighed and stared at the Taoist in front of him and said.

Emperor Donghua is the corpse of the King of Dong who was beheaded by his companion spiritual treasure, the Jingyang Bell. He is ignorant of the struggle for hegemony in the ancient times and is devoted to practicing the Pure Yang Way. However, as an incarnation of the Three Corpses, he still does not have any decision-making power.

Therefore, perhaps because he was disappointed with the King of the East, Emperor Donghua has not paid any attention to the King of the East for nearly ten thousand years, but now he has taken the initiative to show up, and no one knows why.

Hearing this, Emperor Donghua said calmly: "The demon clan, witch clan and immortal court are now in a difficult situation and have no choice but to fight for hegemony over the prehistoric world and for the destiny of the heavenly way."

"But both the Black Turtle of the North Sea and Zhu Jiuyin have already achieved the Dao of Hunyuan. With your status as the Pure Yang Ancestor, why can't you touch the Dao Fruit of Hunyuan? Why do you want to fight a rock with an egg and participate in this war with no winner?"

"It is true that you are in a state of turmoil, forging ahead bravely is in line with your style of doing things, but it is extremely difficult to go with the flow and retreat bravely. This opportunity is rare, so why not take advantage of it to escape your fate?"

The words of Emperor Donghua were as deafening as thunder.

Duke Dong sat on the throne in a daze, his body as stiff as a dead tree.

For a moment, I didn't know how to refute.

I was dumbfounded, as if there was something stuck in my throat.

“The billions of lives in the Immortal Court cannot all become cannon fodder and be destroyed in body and soul. This emperor can die, but the lives of the Immortal Court cannot die because of me!”

"Unless we find a foolproof plan!"

Dong Wanggong stared at Donghua Emperor, his mood was extremely depressed.

Being ignorant and confused without knowing the truth is called foolishness and ignorance.

It is difficult to find a way to survive when you are sane, and you are completely hopeless.

Duke Dong was caught in a dilemma, unable to escape his tragic fate.

The feeling of powerlessness fills my mind and won’t go away for a long time!

What is the way to survive
(End of this chapter)