The scene in Ao Ying's room was somewhat strange.

Zhou Zheng was lying flat on the bed and fast asleep. A thin Tai Chi diagram, filled with mysterious and obscure Taoist rhymes, was suspended three feet above Zhou Zheng's lower abdomen, like a door.

As Zhou Zheng's designated birthmark guardian, Bing Ning didn't have too many taboos. After arriving, she stared at Zhou Zheng's glowing buttocks and observed them carefully.

Others did not dare to go in and waited outside the door. Bing Ning and Ao Ying had a careful discussion, and Ao Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

After Bing Ning closed the door, Xiao Yue hurriedly asked: "What's going on?"

"It's probably because he's in a fuzzy state, so there's no need to worry."

Xiao Sheng wondered: "But isn't it possible that the Shenyou Taixu requires at least the Ascension Stage? The squad leader's soul is still a little short of the mark."

"With Laojun's guidance, everything will be no problem."

Bing Ning said: "Don't worry blindly. This Tai Chi diagram has the Taoist charm of Lao Jun. It is the supreme way of Taoism and cannot be understood by you or me."

Li Zhiyong looked at the Tai Chi diagram thoughtfully, and gently rubbed his fingers on the jade talisman in his sleeve.

The old monarch Zhang Qingjing did nothing and followed nature. After making arrangements, he still took action to guide the squad leader...

At the level of struggle that they cannot see, has the situation really deteriorated to this extent?

"It looks like our villa is really going to be expanded."

Everyone was confused. Li Zhiyong shook his head with a smile and said nothing more.

the other side.

It curls gently, like smoke and mist.

Zhou Zheng didn't know what was going on, but the stamina of the immortal wine came over him in waves, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and push his head.

Oops!

The hand actually went through the brain!

Zhou Zheng woke up with a jolt, and immediately realized that he had no body now, only his soul that had not yet matured.

But the place he was in was the main hall that he had visited once before.

Inside the Tai Chi diagram.

The main hall is still empty. This is the transit point for their team to go to another world to learn scriptures. But at this moment, the two vortexes that represent the return and departure are gray-white, as if they are frozen.

The whirlpool labeled "Forbidden Land of Heaven" extended inward, as if a portal had appeared.

If it were Zhou Zheng before he met Li Zhiyong, he would definitely have 'hesitated for a moment and then moved forward' at this moment.

But now Zhou Zheng...

"Laojun, are you there, Laojun?"

He waited for a while.

Anyway, there is no rush, just quietly experience the wonderful feeling of the soul leaving the body.

The Taoist textbook compiled by Mr. Subaru Star says that if you have the opportunity to ascend to the realm of ascension and get close to the great road when your mind wanders in Taixu, it will be of infinite use to you.

"go in."

Laojun's voice finally sounded, still so gentle.

"Hearing is false, seeing is believing, you need to understand this."

"Yes, disciple, I obey."

Zhou Zheng cupped his hands, and with a slight thought in his mind, his soul floated towards the forbidden land of heaven, and was instantly sucked into it.

There is something really strange about this feeling.

The tearing feeling around him made him tremble with fear. He was really afraid that something would happen to his soul, but he soon noticed that there was a group of Yin-Yang Dao aura wrapped around his soul, and he was not in any danger.

A distorted space appeared in his sight, followed by stars quickly passing by.

He seemed to be walking on a special star path, and when the surrounding environment returned to stillness, Zhou Zheng was already in a thunder curtain.

What is thunder curtain?

Thunderbolts of unknown thickness spread down from the gray sky like waterfalls, illuminating the ruins and completely sealing the place.

Zhou Zheng was standing in a square. There were empty armors all over the square, long weapons and short swords scattered everywhere, and some armors were stacked on top of each other.

Blood stained the white jade stairs ahead.

Zhou Zheng floated up the stairs, and similar scenes continued to move forward.

Finally, he saw the main hall illuminated by blue-white lightning, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He has been here before, countless times.

Even though this majestic hall collapsed in several places and tilted toward the southwest, the plaque hanging in front of the hall is still there.

Lingxiao Palace!

There seemed to be bursts of chanting sounds all around.

Zhou Zheng felt a little dizzy, and several pictures unfolded in his heart at the same time, impacting his mind.

'Your Majesty! Is heaven a paradise for living beings or a paradise for Your Majesty!'

'Having demons seal people's hearts, wouldn't they play into the hands of Heaven! Why does Heaven want to restrain the power of living beings!? Your Majesty, what are you thinking about? How did Heaven create the self? Is Heaven forcing you and me, or Your Majesty, you are forcing Heaven?

!'

'Heaven has failed me.'

Zhou Zheng clenched his fist tightly, his soul trembling continuously.

After a while, he gently exhaled and digested all the information that emerged from his heart.

Disagreements and disputes turned into conflicts.

These are some memory fragments of the first Dongji Qinghua Emperor.

But in the end, he didn't resist anything. He just allowed King Li Tian's tower to suppress him and surrendered to reincarnation, so that the imperial power in heaven would no longer be restrained.

At this moment, Zhou Zheng was still a little confused.

He didn't know how he should look at the man sitting high in this palace.

Just like his hesitation and hesitation back then.

Let's go in and take a look. We've come here, and there may be some clues here.

Zhou Zheng subconsciously put his hands on his back, his soul floated towards the steps, and stood in front of the main hall, his Taoist heart tightened.

Different from the armors and weapons that were everywhere in front of the palace, there were figures of people inside the palace.

Behind the palace door, a strong man over three meters tall stood quietly, with a big hole in his chest. His last action was to bow his head and pray to Buddha, with a somewhat bitter smile on his lips.

‘Arhat Subduing the Dragon.’

Such words emerged in Zhou Zheng's heart.

Immediately afterwards, several figures lay scattered in front of a stone pillar. They were also the Eighteen Arhats of Buddhism. They should have been in some kind of battle formation before they died.

Inside, corpses were sitting, lying or standing, covering the place where all the immortals in heaven used to stand when they went to court.

There are more than ten ancient Buddhas in Buddhism and the living Buddha is seated here.

Manjushri Bodhisattva is holding a long sword full of cracks, with a deep scar on his chest, his face is full of unwillingness, his hair is covered with blood mist, and beside him is Ananda holding a sword...

Most of the masters of the once prosperous Buddhist sect lay dead here, but they only died on the periphery of the main hall.

Zhou Zheng looked around, and the corpses in the palace stung his heart.

The barefoot immortal holding his chest with broken feet, the Antarctic immortal with a broken forehead, and the tiny arcs of electricity still remaining on the bodies, as if they were the gods of the thunder department who had themselves shattered by thunder...

The corpse of the spiritual official filled a corner of the hall.

The swords of the heavenly generals were scattered all over the hall.

The four heavenly kings with extremely majestic faces and miserable death conditions, several old dragons with no dragon heads and broken scales...

Zhou Zheng's spirit was constantly trembling.

He found a sense of familiarity in many of the corpses here, as if they had drank and talked happily in the past.

Now that we meet each other, I have no memory of them, and there is only an emptiness and confusion in my heart.

He looked up and felt a sudden surge of anger.

The throne in Lingxiao Palace is empty.

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord, fell in front of the throne at this moment. It seemed that he was desperately protecting something before dying. His forehead was cracked, his eyes were protruding, and most of his immortal body was broken!

But the throne is empty!

Where is the Jade Emperor?

Where is the Great God!

Zhou Zheng felt a chill rising upwards.
To be continued...