The Pan King of the Ancient World Proved the Way

King Pan looked at the blue gold dragon with deep meaning and thought: "A dragon cannot be judged by its appearance. The more honest and honest the dragon looks, the less simple it is."

The blue gold dragon's heartbeat was like raindrops falling to the ground, chaotic and disorderly. When he saw King Pan looking directly at him, he felt very nervous. He was just a weak blue-gold dragon and couldn't bear King Pan's sight.

Seeing how smart Lan Jinlong was, King Pan began to love talents, nodded and smiled.

"Forget it, I will give you a Taoist title. When your elders return in the future, I will give you a name."

When the blue gold dragon, gold dragon, and red gold dragon heard this, their faces showed joy at the same time.

Just because they have zero experience doesn't mean they don't understand anything about the world. Generally speaking, powerful people only give Taoist titles to their juniors.

They were taking shape for the first time and needed the protection of a master like King Pan, so they were naturally very happy.

King Pan pointed at the Blue Gold Dragon: "The technique you have practiced is the Prison Suppression Technique of the Billions of Dragon Gods. Therefore, I give you the Taoist title: Ao Yi."

Lan Jinlong frowned slightly, but when he thought that "Master Uncle"'s kindness could not be refused, he put a smile on his face again.

"Thank you, Master, for the title!"

After hearing the instructions given by King Pan to the Blue Gold Dragon, the Gold Dragon and the Red Gold Dragon became even more nervous. They were mourning for their future.

Sure enough, the golden dragon sensed that King Pan's eyes fell on him.

"I give you the Taoist title: Ao Qing."

"call!"

The golden dragon breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him again and again for the rest of his life.

He had always been worried that King Pan would give him the Taoist name "Ao Zu", and in that case, he would become a rebellious dragon.

Finally, it’s the red gold dragon’s turn.

The red gold dragon is a female dragon, and she cares most about her Taoist title. Unfortunately, her arms cannot hold her thighs, so she can only wait for King Pan's final judgment.

This time, King Pan did not disappoint the female dragon.

He said: "Let's call you Ao Meng from now on!"

The red gold dragon, probably Ao Meng, did not hesitate to thank King Pan.

King Pan straightened his face and regained his high and powerful energy that had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

He said solemnly: "My time is limited, and I don't have much time to look after you. Next, I will tell you about the Tao of Taiyi. You must listen carefully."

"The Way of Taiyi!"

Ao Yi and three other people were all moved.

When they broke out of their shells, they were in the Golden Immortal realm. Now, they have reached the pinnacle of Golden Immortal realm. However, they are not too sure about advancing to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

The gap between Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian is unimaginable.

"Fu Taiyi's way is to give birth to all things but not exist, to become images but not to kill them. Gods and transformations travel, to support the end of Qiu Hao, and form the whole of the universe."

"Being and non-existence have not yet begun, encompassing the heaven and earth, cultivating all things, connecting the dark world, being deep and vast, it cannot be external, it cannot be analyzed, it cannot be internal, there is no ring and blockage, and the root of existence and non-existence is born."

The aura on King Pan's body became weaker and weaker, as if it were empty, and the divine light behind him vibrated, revealing the mystery of the long river of fate.

Suddenly, the mysteries of all the heavens and worlds gathered around him, evolving crazily, the indescribable Taiyi mysteries.

Without any explanation, Ao Yi and the others began to understand the mysteries of the Taiyi Golden Immortal surrounding Panwang, and deduced their own Taiyi Way and the merits of enlightenment.

Their skills have been cultivated to the point of golden immortality, which has reached its peak. Next, you must create your own techniques for the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm.

Soon, the three of them sank into the depths of the mysterious avenue.

King Pan didn't want to interfere too much with Ao Yi and the others. You have to walk your own path.

What he described was only the concept of cultivation, not the specific method of cultivation.

Practitioners can only attain enlightenment by cultivating their own Tao, and cultivating other people's Tao is completely different.

After King Pan finished his sermon, he arranged for three people to go to the Three Thousand Universes to practice and break through the Taiyi Golden Immortal as soon as possible.

After that, he thought that the sermon in Zixiao Palace would last for one Huiyuan, and when he returned to the dojo, maybe the three of them would become False Daluo Golden Immortals.

With the qualifications of the three of them, they could definitely become Da Luo Jinxian in the prehistoric world, and King Pan was not willing to delay their path.

Therefore, with a thought, he adjusted the time flow rate of the Shenzhou universe so that its speed became consistent with that of the prehistoric universe. He only maintained the previous time flow rate in his retreat position.

He was worried about letting the three of them return to the primitive world.

The Witch Clan, the Demon Clan, and other forces that aspire to dominate the ancient world are expanding crazily. The three of them are still young and have no spiritual treasure to protect them, so they fell down accidentally.

After the matter was dealt with, King Pan returned to seclusion, concentrating on accumulating mana and energy for the Immortal Dragon City.

After the second lecture in Zixiao Palace, he will attack Zuzhou.

Zuzhou was transformed from the corpse of the Chaos Demon God. The will of the world may not be too friendly to the creatures of the prehistoric world. If King Pan is not prepared, he will inevitably lose everything.

Chapter 67: Re-entering the Purple Sky

For seventy million years, King Pan fell into a state of cultivation. He forgot about the changes of the years and the changes of the times. He practiced non-stop and accumulated mana all the time.

So far, among the three thousand laws, seven of them have been cultivated to perfection by him: curse, time, space, life, death, disaster, and joy.

There is no way, in the Chinese universe, the civilization corresponding to these seven laws is the most prosperous.

Two Huiyuan have passed, and these civilizations have reproduced for countless generations. Each generation has new understandings that are fed back to King Pan.

The human race on Earth has figured out theories such as the Big Bang and the Theory of Relativity in just two hundred years.

Practitioners have become scientists. Over time, how many fantastic ideas should appear in their minds?

After these seven laws, there are the laws of fate, five elements, destruction, decline, etc. that he used to major in.

In addition, the progress of the other more than 2,000 laws is slightly slower.

The slowest progress is made by the three laws of development, strength, and reincarnation.

The law of development is the law of his destiny. There is no object that can be used for enlightenment. He has to explore everything by himself.

The law of power, the law by which the Great God Pangu swept through chaos and killed three thousand demon gods. In the past and future, few people could practice this law to its peak, and neither the Three Pure Ones nor the Twelve Ancestral Witches could do it.

The law of reincarnation, the prehistoric world, reincarnation is incomplete. It was an incomplete law, and King Pan couldn't understand it to a profound level.

In contrast to the Three Thousand Principles, the progress of practicing the Three Thousand Ming Qi is even greater.

Ming is the crystallization of the wisdom of living beings. King Pan himself is also a member of living beings. With the combination of powerful forces, he has discovered three thousand mings and cultivated them to a certain level.

In any case, time has almost passed, and the lecture in Zixiao Palace is right in front of him. King Pan forced himself to wake up from his meditation.

The first thing he did was to illuminate the heavens with his spiritual thoughts and check the movements of Ao Yi and the others.

The three of them settled in the Beast Controlling Universe.

The Beast Controlling Universe, as the name suggests, is the universe where you practice the method of controlling beasts.

The way to control beasts is originally the right way. Humans and spiritual beasts have entered into an equal contract to help each other practice.

However, after the Master of Beast Control, the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, entered the Daluo Immortal Realm, the way of controlling beasts went astray, from equal and mutual assistance to using spiritual beasts as slaves.

The three dragons harmed their own kind and vowed to change the situation in which spiritual beasts were enslaved. They waved their flags in the Beast Control Universe to unite the beast tribe and fight against the human monks.

"Get rid of the slavery of the human race, and the beast race will never be a slave!"

Ao Yi, Ao Qing, and Ao Meng raised their arms and shouted, and the tens of thousands of orcs in the audience roared in unison, showing their determination.

King Pan frowned as he watched, the Dragon Clan was finally on the road to hegemony.

The last thing he wants is to see chaos in the Chinese universe. Can't he practice well?

For the sake of peace and tranquility in the Chinese universe, and in order to correct the thoughts of Ao Yi and the Three Dragons, King Pan just pinched his hand, and a decree flew out and entered the Daluo Immortal World.

Time is like a killing knife. In the era before Three Thousand Stars, when the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was just a small sect, the Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Lord was also the object of infatuation for the female disciples in the sect.

As the years passed, his youthful mood disappeared, and the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts became a hunched-over, bald and white-haired old man.

"Another hair fell out!"

The Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts was wearing a Immortal Robe of Ten Thousand Beasts and sighed in front of the mirror.

He lived too long, and his contemporaries died one by one and dispersed into the world. He had a feeling of being abandoned by the times.

Whoosh!

The Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts had quick eyes and quick hands, and reached out to grab a jade talisman.

He looked around with his mind, searching for the traces left by the jade talisman in the void, but unfortunately, he couldn't find anything.

The Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts activated his magic power to read the contents of the jade talisman.

"The Creator...grows..."

After a long time, he looked greatly moved, trembling, and excited, and disappeared from the place.

Across the distance, looking at the undefeated expressions of Ao Yi and the others as the sun rose in the east, King Pan mourned for them.

"Experience is not true experience if you have not experienced the fear of death, the joy of being hunted, and the joys and sorrows of family and friends."

He believed that the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts would spare no effort to arrange the fate of Ao Yi and the others in order to survive the "tribulation of time."

In the long years, if the immortal's will is not enough, he will doubt his own existence, and his body will age.

The speed of time in the Chinese universe is three hundred times that of the prehistoric world, and the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts is older than King Pan. It is only now that he has fallen into the "tribulation of time", and the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts is proud enough.