Yang Sanyang's return looked down at the entire Great Wilderness in a supreme manner, which undoubtedly caused a great storm to stir up trouble in the entire Great Wilderness. Especially with the birth of the saints, the world of the Great Wilderness was even more chaotic. The saints ruled the earth and divided the world.

Yujing Mountain

Everyone dispersed, Yang Sanyang ignored everyone's backs, but looked at Wa and Fuxi, and slowly lowered Bai Ze in his hand: "Yes, are you alive?"

In a word, the atmosphere in the field frozen in an instant, and Wa and Fuxi remained silent.

"I understand!" Yang Sanyang stretched out his palm, and the next moment, some barren mountain in the wild land was overturned, and a stone sculpture flew up and fell into the Eight Scenery Palace across time and space.

Yes, stone sculptures!

The Bajing Palace Lantern appeared in his hand, feeling the familiar fluctuations in the lights. Yang Sanyang thought to himself, grabbed the lights with his palm, and saw a hazy figure floating out of the lights.

"Reversal!" Yang Sanyang looked at the stone sculpture, and his voice revealed an unquestionable order.

The next moment, the energy was transformed, and the stone sculpture turned into soft hair again, and the traces of time gradually faded away, turning into a barbarian body.

It was as crystal clear as jade, as if the natural palm of fortune was gently pushed, and then the next moment, the soul fell into the body, but it still did not wake up.

Looking at Mao's shrugging, the tears gradually spread out from her eyes full of sadness, Yang Sanyang's heart trembled and said to Zhu'er on the side: "Get my Nine-Turn Golden Pill."

"She is just a mortal body, and she is afraid that she will not be able to withstand the power of the Nine-Turn Golden Pill!" Wa quickly spoke to stop her.

Yang Sanyang paused.

"It's better to soak it in the Eight Treasure Lotus Pond to help it transform. After ten years of the Encyclopedia, you will definitely wash your hair and cut off the marrow. Then feed the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir and swallow it. Ye will definitely be able to resurrect successfully! Of course, if the eldest brother can't wait, I can just shape a body for Ye!" Wa looked at him quietly.

"No need!" Yang Sanyang slowly put away the Nine-Turning Golden Pill and looked at Zhu'er: "You hold the Nine-Turning Golden Pill and place your body in the Eight Treasure Lotus Pond, and wait for it to wash its hair and cut off its marrow, and make a decision."

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"Where is the fate of Tao?" Yang Sanyang said.

The atmosphere in Yujing Mountain was silent. Yang Sanyang was silent for a long time, and then smiled relievedly: "The fate of fate begins and disappears, and the flowers fall and bloom."

Zhu'er left after hearing this, leaving Yang Sanyang and others sitting in the Eight Scenery Palace, listening to Yang Sanyang talking about creating the world and reshaping the universe.

"Taiyi is back, and she is pregnant in the Sun Star!" Bai Ze said.

"This is a cycle of reincarnation. Every billion years, the dispersed matter has the opportunity to regain, and the dead sentient beings have the opportunity to reappear in the world!" Yang Sanyang slowly stood up: "After all, the world of prehistoric is no better than before. Although you have become saints, you still need to have a good understanding. This prehistoric world is shaped by my brother's efforts. I also want to wander around in the Great Wilderness. See the scenery in the Great Wilderness! After all, this is a world I have opened up with my own hands."

Yang Sanyang left, leaving Wa, Fuxi, Houtu, and Taiyin Fairy standing in the Yujing Mountains, looking at his back for a long time without saying a word.

"Wait for me!" Bai Ze cheered and rode on Yang Sanyang's head.

"Daoyuan is always a knot in his heart!" It took him a long time to hear Houtu say.

"That's an agreement!" Wa sat down slowly, and a hint of emotion appeared in her eyes: "It's a pity that the source cannot appear! The sentient beings appear, the source is destroyed. The sentient beings die, the source appears. The source is the beginning of sentient beings, just like the mandala flower, which grows leaves in a thousand years and blooms in a thousand years. Then the leaves fall, the flowers grow, the flowers bloom and fall, and they will never meet each other."

Yang Sanyang and Bai Ze slowly walked in the wilderness. Bai Ze lay on his shoulder and looked at the species one by one.

Yang Sanyang walked slowly in the wilderness with a expressionless face, and then came straight to the top of Mount Buzhou.

"How do you know that I planted that sycamore tree on the top of Mount Buzhou?" Bai Ze looked at him curiously.

"The whole Great Wilderness belongs to mine. What can I hide from me? The top of Buzhou Mountain brings the energy of the entire Great Wilderness. The ancestor is determined!" Yang Sanyang smiled.

"It's a pity that I stood under the sycamore tree and waited for tens of millions of years. Since the creation of the world and the earth has not yet bloomed!" Bai Ze pulled a strand of hair in Yang Sanyang's ear: "Pan, don't be foolish, the sycamore tree will not bloom. Even if it is forever, the sycamore tree will never bloom. Daoyuan is lying to you."

"How could Senior Sister Daoyuan lie to me? She said that the sycamore tree blooms, and it will definitely bloom! She said that as long as the sycamore tree blooms, she will come back!" Yang Sanyang took a step forward and walked towards the top of Mount Buzhou.

"Wake up! You are the lord of sentient beings, you are the master of the heavenly way, and the laws of operation in the Great Wilderness World can't deceive you at all. You know the best in your heart whether the sycamore tree will bloom!" Bai Ze's voice was full of helplessness.

"It will bloom!" Yang Sanyang did not refute, but just said.

"Unless, a miracle was born!" Bai Ze looked at the silent Yang Sanyang and touched his head: "But, you are the way of heaven, you are the miracle!"

Yang Sanyang was silent when he heard this. He came to the top of the mountain, but saw a sycamore tree inserted into the galaxy, like a lit flame, growing quietly on the top of Mount Buzhou.

The sky was rendered with fiery red, and the fiery red sycamore leaves fell on Yang Sanyang's head and shoulders.

He stood quietly under the sycamore tree, silently looking at the sycamore tree, as if he was crazy.

A quarter of an hour

Two quarters of a minute

One year

Two years

ten years

century

millennium

Ten thousand years

Under the sycamore tree, Yang Sanyang seemed to have turned into a sculpture.

"Little monkey, I'm leaving! As long as this sycamore tree blooms, I will definitely come back!" The familiar voice, appearance and smile kept ringing in my ears.

"I am in charge of the great power of the whole world. I have cultivated infinite magical powers. As my thoughts change, I can create order, change the rules of heaven, and have supreme powers gather together. I can resurrect any person in the Great Wilderness. I can make an ant in the Great Wilderness become a saint in an instant! But why is it useless to you!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of his eyes, drifting with the wind, falling on the trunk of the sycamore tree. In an instant, an inexplicable wave passed by, and the sycamore tree underwent an inexplicable change.

"What's the use of me to cultivate this magical power? So what if I want this magic power to control the way of heaven? I can't even resurrect you!" Yang Sanyang clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his back bulged.

"Damn it! Dogman, open your eyes! Open your eyes! Lying down!" Bai Ze widened his eyes and looked at the sycamore tree with disbelief. Suddenly, the sycamore tree had grown countless buds, and then countless fiery red flowers bloomed in an instant, like a burning flame.

"Ancestor, I am indeed very strange! The sycamore tree is actually blooming!" Bai Ze shouted.

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

When Yang Sanyang heard Bai Ze's shouting, his breathing stagnated, his heart beat wildly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the fiery red sycamore flower, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Are you back? Are you really back?" Yang Sanyang looked around, then looked around the sycamore tree, and felt a dizzy moment, his eyes full of longing were staring at all directions.

The flowers in the sycamore trees bloomed, but unfortunately there was no familiar figure.

Standing under the sycamore flowers in the sky, Yang Sanyang's eyes were dazzled, looking at the entire Buzhou Mountain, and refused to let go of every inch of the void around him.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a yellow patch of void floated by and fell at Yang Sanyang’s feet.

That's...

Withered yellow sycamore flowers.

The sky is full of sycamore flowers wither like rain

"The sycamore flowers have withered!" Bai Ze suddenly exclaimed, and grabbed a fallen petal, his eyes full of shock.

"It has grown for billions of years, but it has only been three short months!" Bai Ze looked at the entire Buzhou Mountain and sighed: "What a pity, the sycamore tree really bloomed, but the little girl did not come back!"

"Impossible! Impossible!" Yang Sanyang's body softened and he sat under the sycamore tree in a daze, staring blankly at the withered sycamore flowers in the sky: "Impossible! You said: The sycamore flowers bloom, and you will come back!"

Under the strong mountain wind, Yang Sanyang's back was lonely, just like a wounded lonely wolf, standing under the sycamore tree in dismay.

A little bit of tears filled my eyes, and Yang Sanyang's body was trembling: "Why?"

"The sycamore flowers bloom, you haven't come back! The sycamore flowers bloom, you haven't come back!" Yang Sanyang's voice was shrill and full of despair: "Why? Why do you lie to me? Why do you lie to me?"

"Why do you want to break my last fantasy? Why are you so cruel!" Yang Sanyang looked at Xinghe with a shrill voice, and I don't know who said such heart-wrenching words.

"The sycamore flowers bloom, you haven't come back! The sycamore flowers bloom, you haven't come back!" Yang Sanyang stood up in dismay, muttering the words like a madman, and walked aimlessly towards the Great Wilderness, and soon disappeared between heaven and earth:

"Everything in the world is composed of matter! I don't believe it! I don't believe that you can't come back! They can all be resurrected, why can't you do it alone!"

Since then, there has been a bleak figure in the wild land, walking around all day long. It has been walking across the world and crossing every corner of the wilderness, as if looking for something.

Lingtai Fangcunshan

The mighty holy power rolled up, and the aura of the ancestor swept across the world, and countless elves in the mountains bowed their heads and bowed.

"Now I have achieved enlightenment. Those who are destined to be able to come to my school and wait for the preaching!" Hong's voice was full of majesty.

"Buzz~"

After this statement, the next moment, the overwhelming figures of people in the mountains rushed to the mountain gate.

Seeing this, Hong shook his head. The next moment, the power of his mind radiated down, and the void twisted and vibrated, covering everyone, dragging them into the illusion, standing one by one, without moving, with a distorted face and struggling, accepting various tests.

"Huh, that's that?"

Hong suddenly felt his heart moving, but he saw a weird girl under the mountain gate holding a pen and ink, which was constantly smearing the faces of the people who were trapped in the illusion. Then he took out the treasure from his arms and stuffed it into his sleeves with a happy mind.

The girl actually ignored the illusion and felt as if she had entered a state of no one.

"Impossible, I am a saint. Unless I have a fate to pull myself away from me, who can ignore my supernatural powers!" Hong looked at the girl, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Impossible!" Dao Chuan was even more shocked and his eyes almost fell to the ground.

"Please invite her!" The ancestor quickly came to his senses and gave an order.

The girl knelt down in front of the ancestor. The ancestor looked at the girl quietly and couldn't help but shake her head: "I can't imagine that there are two identical leaves in this world. Yes, no, no, no! With my Taoism, I can't see such a strange fate."

Ten years later

Lingtai Fangcunshan

"Daoyuan, have you been in trouble again? Is your senior brother's colorful immortal paradise that has been cultivated into the Taoist practice of the Golden Immortal for 30 million years been ruined by you? You have been eaten as a melon seed!" The ancestor stared at the girl with a serious expression, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

"Your second senior brother's eighth-turn golden elixir was fed by that little white!"

"You have stewed your body with the colorful koi in the Daluo realm!"

"Master, it's not me! It's really not me!" Daoyuan knelt on the ground, his face feeling aggrieved.

"Let's go, don't argue, come with the master! If you stay, the mountain gate will be demolished by you. I can't keep you in the mountains!" The ancestor's forehead was so angry that his veins trembled, he raised Daoyuan's neck and walked out of the hall.

"Master, the disciple knows that he is wrong! The disciple will never dare to do it again! Please let me go! Where are you going to take me!" Daoyuan kept struggling and wailing.

"Take you to meet someone!"

After the ancestor's words fell, they disappeared among the mountains with the girl's exclamation.

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