The figure in the blue clothes was plump, with his eyes lowered and silent, he continued to climb day after day, ignoring the words of the skeleton man.
The skeleton man continued, "All the illusionists in the world can get it, but you can't get it unless you get out. You are not God's chosen person, you are a heretic among illusionists."
"If you are willing to return to the real world, when the world is overturned in the future, you may still have a way to survive if you dare to accept the authority of the Ship God. All that awaits you is destruction, and the past will be traceless. You were more aware of the current affairs back then."
After hearing the last words, Master Wuhen finally raised his eyes, and his voice was as thick as a bell and as deep as a drum: "I retreated back then because my cultivation was not enough. I have endured it for twenty years, and that's what I am today."
"So what happens in twenty years? You were level 9 back then, and you will still be level 9 twenty years later. What's the difference?" The skeleton seemed disdainful.
Master Wuhen said slowly: "Then why are you afraid?"
These words seemed to stimulate the Skuzan man, and the soul fire in his eyes rose sharply and he said sternly, "Back then, you guys sneaked into the temples and almost destroyed the balance of the spiritual realm. The curse didn't kill you, so you should live well.
Now they have come to steal the divine power and take the way to death. This is the way to death."
Master Wuhen looked dazed for a moment, "They are already dead, and Lingtuo has also fallen. We were too anxious back then. If we waited for Lingtuo and Zhang Tianshi to be promoted to demigods, or for Chu Shang to digest the authority left by the ancestors of the Chu family, the outcome would not be the same.
It’s the same.”
After a pause, Master Wuhen's expression became neither happy nor sad, as if he had come to a complete realization, and said: "The past is over, I will not die, I will only be promoted to demigod. If I occupy that part of the authority, there will be one less person in the world.
Illusion God, your so-called god will be a little weaker, and the illusionist profession will never be perfect when the disaster comes. He cannot be a god, and he cannot be a god. I know that he is an extraterrestrial demon."
"Be bold!" The skeleton's voice shook the whole world, "Don't call God by his name."
Master Wuhen continued: "You can't stop me. I am an illusionist. I am qualified to enter the palace and gain authority. This is the rule of the spiritual realm, and your god cannot stop it."
"Since you refuse to embrace me and obey your heart, then you will never be able to obtain divine power. I am very curious as to what has allowed you to persist for so many years."
Master Wuhen suddenly stopped, looked at the gatekeeper of the palace, and said slowly: "Because I am a member of the Xiaoyao organization, and the organization's creed is to prevent the world from being destroyed."
He took two stone steps at a time.
"To protect world peace."
Go through the two stone steps again.
"We can do anything."
Climb two more stone steps.
At this time, he and the skeleton were less than one meter apart, and there were only two stone steps left, but Master Wuhen stopped. These two steps seemed to be Tianzhan.
The skeleton man seemed to be relieved, and the soul fire in his eyes slowly burned, "Years ago, you stopped at the last two stone steps, leaving no trace of the past. I just said that if you don't want to embrace your true nature, how can you advance to the fantasy level?
God? You can't get over it. The power of the phantom god will destroy your reason and turn you into a more depraved fanatic than Lingtuo."
Master Wuhen stood there and asked calmly: "So, do you think that I will come here again after twenty years to reminisce about the past?"
The soul fire in the skeleton's eyes stagnated. Master Wuhen put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha, Lao Na has been self-proclaimed for twenty years, just to refine his heart!"
The last two levels are passed in one step.
After more than twenty years, he finally walked up the steps and came to this place that symbolized the pinnacle of the illusionist.
"You!" The soul fire in the skeleton's eyes trembled violently, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or fear, and he roared: "Why can't you follow your nature, why can't you embrace yourself, you are an illusionist, you are an illusionist!!"
Master Wuhen did not look at it, but pointed lightly: "Amitabha, the Buddha said, you should return to nothingness."
The soul fire in the skeleton's eyes went out.
The gatekeeper who was supposed to be the copy fell into eternal silence.
Dream Palace.
The great elder of the Southern Sect on the golden throne suddenly raised his head and looked towards the highest place in the world.
"Leader?
The old man stood up and looked up at the sky. No one responded, but then, the palace shrouded in thick fog began to become illusory. The pillars supporting the dome disappeared, the red carpet disappeared, and the golden throne under him also began to disappear.
The entire palace seemed like a fading oil painting, and the only thing that was not affected was the six-meter-tall man in a cloak.
After a while, the palace disappeared completely, a new picture was born, the blue sky unfolded like a curtain, the sun was also outlined, and then the endless grassland spread out in the field of vision, spreading to the horizon.
After the grassland was formed, small gem-like lakes emerged in the depressions, and then horses and birds appeared.
A grand scene of the grassland was outlined, but in the next second, the scene of the grassland turned into a barren Gobi, and the Gobi turned into an aquarium-like seabed.
In a few seconds, the great elder experienced the ocean, grassland, Gobi, forest and other landscapes.
These are both illusions and reality.
Finally, all the scenery faded away, thin clouds spread from the horizon, the sky became dim and white, the dark brown earth undulated, and the decaying bones were like sores growing on the earth.
This place seems to be an ancient battlefield. In addition to human bones, there are also bones of large animals. Some bones are even curious, with six legs, three cervical vertebrae, and nine tails.
Some bones have cracked and decayed due to the erosion of time, but some bones are shining brightly, rich in spirituality, and are materials of extremely high quality.
There is a blood lake in the center of the earth, and a majestic ancient palace is suspended on the lake. A figure wearing a blue robe stands in front of the palace, and the picture is frozen.
The great elder looked around the world, and his eyes finally fell on the figure in green.
The black light under the cloak flickered one after another, like the ever-changing face, and the great elder lost his voice and said: "Is the past traceless promoted to demigod?"
A vague and loud voice came from high in the sky: "Contact Lingtuo!"
The black light under the cloak flickered again, and then he lowered his head and said, "Yes, the leader!"
Zhang Yuanqing, wearing a peaked cap and a mask, stood at the entrance of underground parking garage 2 and happily waved to the mature woman who was approaching from a distance.
The woman was wearing a white village shirt and a black skirt. The hem of the shirt fell into her waist, outlining her slim waist. Her beautiful hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders.
Black sunglasses are placed on the smooth forehead, and under the sunglasses is a delicate three-dimensional face.
Dragging a small boarding case in her hand, she ran towards Zhang Yuanqing with a bright smile, her high heels clicking.
Zhang Yuanqing opened his arms and went up to hug the woman, "Mom, I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for a month. You are younger and more beautiful. I thought you were my sister if you didn't know."
Fu Xue was coaxed into giggling, "Just keep your mouth for coaxing Guan Ya, but don't use it on other women."
Zhang Yuanqing said aggrievedly: "Then I can't even coax you."
Fu Xue gave him a look, and Zhang Yuanqing diligently carried the suitcase for his mother-in-law, opened the car door and asked her to get in the car.
There is a reason why he is so diligent. After the students of the "Mechanism Research and Development Company" worked day and night to tighten the screws, the first batch of mechanism weapons had been built and it was time to deliver them.
This delivery was not as simple as handing over the money and delivering the goods. Probably knowing that Fu Qingyang was not around and something was going on at the headquarters, he made two requests.
One: They want to pay a deposit first and try it out for two months before making the final payment.
Two: Ask them to give them a three-year free warranty
It is difficult to pay for the project, and the official traditional performing arts are here. There are also personnel from relevant departments to take care of it. The relevant person in charge took the opportunity to ask for several things, etc. They have to face cumbersome processes and have to argue with the officials.
Xiahou Aotian definitely couldn't handle this kind of thing.
The protagonist only slaps the table and says arrogantly: If you don't take the money obediently, how dare you act like a monster and call for death?
Although he was good at socializing in doing this, Zhang Yuanqing was not good at it either. He couldn't stand the behavior of abusing power for personal gain and enriching his own pockets.
Let him handle it, and he'll probably have to go to court again.
After much thought, only the mother-in-law with first-class communication skills, first-class business skills, and being a shareholder of the company could handle it, so Zhang Yuanqing called her and told her that the three-year period had expired and asked King Fu Long to return to his throne.
As the car drove out of the airport, Fu Xue sat elegantly on the seat, opened a small mirror and touched up her makeup.
"Damn girl, why didn't you pick up the plane?" he said casually.
"Tired, sleeping."
"Tired?" Fu Xue stopped applying powder and looked at her son-in-law sideways. After a few seconds, as Lao Si Ji, she understood.
The mother-in-law exclaimed: "As expected of the Night God, he is so energetic."
Zhang Yuanqing snorted coldly, "No matter how prosperous you are, your daughter is still a peerless beauty. Have you found a master-level knight?"
The smile on Fu Xue's face slowly disappeared, "Oh, it's my mother's fault. I was too impulsive and shouldn't have made Guan Ya swear."
Zhang Yuanqing took the opportunity and said: "Forget it, Mom, you just need to handle the company's affairs. Anyway, by the end of the year, the statute of limitations for the oath will have expired."
In a community in Songhai, a man wearing a peaked cap knocked on the dark red security door. The person who opened the door was an old lady with gray hair and a wrinkled face. She was about sixty years old. She was neither simple nor extravagant in her clothes.
"Who are you looking for?" The old lady's Mandarin was spoken with a clear accent, without the Songhai accent that is common among aunties of this age.
The man in the peaked cap had an expressionless face, even a little serious. He took out his ID and said, "Is this Yao Yilin's house? I am the security officer of the No. 3 Public Security Bureau of Chaomen District. I have something to ask him."
When the old lady heard that he was a security guard, she did not react exaggeratedly like ordinary people. She calmly said, "Come in, he is at home today. Comrade, what do you want to see him for?"
"I have a case to consult with him." The man in the peaked hat entered the room and curled his lips.
"Don't worry, I'm just asking, it has nothing to do with him."
The old lady led him to sit down on the sofa in the living room, poured a cup of tea, and shouted into the bedroom, "Old Yao, a security guard is looking for you."
Although he is older, his voice is still loud.
The man in the peaked hat glanced at the police living room. The decoration and furniture of this home, just like their owners, looked like they had aged a lot.
There should only be two old people in the house, because the man in the peaked hat didn't see anything used by young people.
An old man walked out of the bedroom. His silver hair was already a little sparse, his spine was slightly bent, and his nasolabial folds were deep, highlighting the drooping corners of his eyes, making him look stern and unsmiling.
The old man has a pair of reading glasses hanging around his neck.
"Comrade from the Public Security Department?" The old man sat down opposite the man in the peaked hat, looked at him, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"
The man in the peaked hat didn't answer, stared at the old man and asked: "Yao Yilin, retired teacher, works at Songhai Kangyang Middle School, retired two years ago, right?"
The old man nodded, and Lao Baba, who was sitting next to him, could not help but said, "Actually, four years ago, Jiupin retired due to health problems. He was not happy at the time, so he
I’m thinking about teaching. If I retire a few years later, my life will be over. How can I support myself in old age?”
The man in the peaked cap ignored the old lady's complaint, looked at the old man and said: "We are investigating a theft case. We suspect that the suspect once studied in Kangyang District Middle School, but the teachers and students of the school do not remember this person, so he can only come here
excuse me."
As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, opened the photo, and handed it to the old man.
Yao Yilin is the sixth retired middle school teacher he investigated, and there are many retired teachers like Yao Yilin on the list.
Currently, the investigation regarding Yuanshi Tianzun has yielded nothing, and Master Chunyang's patience is almost exhausted.
He just hopes to lock in the identity of Yuanshi Tianzun as soon as possible.
The old man took the phone and looked at the young man in the photo carefully. He tried to remember for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "I remember him, yes, he is indeed a student of our Kangyang Middle School."
