"Won't you remind your son?"

Taoist Hongjun said with a smile, and the spear in his hand trembled slightly.

The old man Wanri yawned and his brows gradually relaxed.

He smiled and said: "It doesn't matter. I reminded Taiyi, but he will feel uncomfortable. If the two of them get along well, they can continue to cooperate and open up a new world after the annihilation of heaven and earth."

"The Taoist heart of fellow Taoist is truly indestructible."

Hongjun said this, turned his head and glanced at the Feng tribe general who had turned into several big bloody cocoons not far away, and he wondered:

"It's just that I don't know. Since you were going to catch the Phoenix bloodline, why did you let go of the peacock with the purest bloodline and instead catch such a few trash fish?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to have the essence and blood of the phoenix?"

Old Man Wanri leaned on some futons, took a sip of tea and said leisurely:

"It's a pity that the Peacock Fairy was ruined.

"I don't want my disciples to hate me too much."

Hongjun asked: "Why on earth did fellow Taoist cast a spell on the Peacock Fairy on purpose?"

"Destroy their Taoist hearts."

The old man in vain blinked his left eye gently:

"Just like your Taoist heart, fellow Taoist, you initially said you wanted to leave with me, but in fact, you still harbored the desire to get close to me and delve into transcendence in your heart.

"At that time, you mostly said that you were using me, which made you very confident.

"Now, you have experienced several defeats, and your Taoist heart is half destroyed. When you talk to me, you often call yourself a poor Taoist.

"For the same reason, I am messing with their mentality now. Even if the spell is too clear, I can't undo it. This in itself is a kind of pressure."

Hongjun was silent.

He sighed: "I really don't understand why you have to go around in this circle when your goal is easily accessible."

"When you get to my position and my realm, you will probably be able to understand."

Old Man Wanri looked at the picture in the cloud mirror.

He smiled and said, "Look at these two, do they look like brothers?"

Hongjun put down his magic gun and looked at the teenagers and children eating barbecue and taking literacy tests in Yun Jingzhong, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"My fellow Taoist has too much bad taste."

"How can this be said to be bad taste?"

The old man's eyes were a little far-reaching:

"I have to find a way to have some fun for myself, otherwise I will collapse easily.

"If possible, I really want the child Taiyi to survive and find his own path, instead of me telling him which path to take.

"Tell me, should I do anything about this Great Tribulation of Gods? The Battle of Interpretation is really boring. How about we gather the remnants of the demon clan together?

"Tai Yi is back, and there's that guy Lu Ya, and the remnants of the demon clan are gathering at Dashang. It makes me happy just thinking about it."

The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched: "You are indeed like this again."

"Oh? What's so?"

"Fellow Taoist said before that the Great Tribulation of the Gods must not be interfered with, and everything must go according to your decision."

"Because that's the safest way. You know, I'm actually quite afraid of trouble."

The old man smiled and shook his head:

"Actually, there is a big difference, that is, the difference between the probability of failure being one in 10 million and the probability of failure being one in 100 million."

Hongjun frowned and thought.

Old Man Wanri had a square slate in his hand. He lightly drew a few strokes on the slate, and then he began to lower his head and think.

Hongjun looked at the stone slab and felt an obscure Taoist charm.

That was a Tao rhyme that he couldn't understand.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be idle. Once the gun is polished, send it directly to Ping An."

Wanri smiled gently:

"If you delay any longer, the Tribulation of the Gods will be over."

"Why do you have to give him such a murderous weapon?" Hongjun frowned, "Aren't you afraid that he will use this weapon against you?"

"Does this gun threaten me?"

"Of course I can't."

"Then what am I afraid of?" Old Man Wanri made a dumbfounded expression, "Stop being so stingy. You still have several powerful treasures. Don't think I don't know about them."

"That's all."

Hongjun stood up slowly, turned the God-killing Spear into the size of a pen, held it in his hand, turned around and was about to run away.

The old man Wangri's voice suddenly sounded again: "Don't forget the little secret you want to tell him. I'm also a little curious about what you will tell him and how much you know that I haven't let you know."

Hongjun did not look back.

He knew of course that this was a warning from a transcendent person.

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist," Hongjun sighed, "I just want to retrieve the evil corpse now. The three corpses are perfect and waiting to be taken to the realm of transcendence. I have no other thoughts."

"Look, I have no confidence again."

Hongjun was speechless, and his figure slowly disappeared like dust blown by the wind.

As soon as he left, the Chaos Clock appeared behind Old Man Wanri and transformed into a young woman wearing a long skirt.

Zhong Ling asked: "Don't you think he is very likely to betray you later?"

"Hongjun is too weak in this reincarnation, and his rebellion will not affect the overall situation."

The delusional old man said without raising his head:

"His current threat is far less than that of Li Yiqing.

"Li Yiqing has always been protected by Laojun. If I want to touch him, Sanqing will fight at all costs.

"I have watched the drama between the three brothers four hundred and twenty-nine times. Even if Taiqing inherited Pangu's memory, I have almost understood all their tricks.

"My only enemy is myself."

Zhong Ling looked at the scene in the cloud mirror and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then do you want Taiyi to inherit your mantle, or do you want Li Ping'an to inherit?"

"This hasn't been decided yet," said the old man. "What good is my mantle? If I carry this mantle, I have to bear endless pain. The damn guilt and debt will always make me suffer. I really want to hurry up."

End this."

As he said this, there was a bit of sternness in his eyes.

Symbols kept appearing on the stone slab and then disappearing again and again.

Zhong Ling didn't say anything, and disappeared, turning into a small bell floating aside, staring at the picture in the cloud mirror.

She actually wanted to go there too.

Taste the venison, smell the aroma of the wine, and then sit on the steps nearby and watch the young people laughing silly and the children playing haphazardly.

"By the way, don't you need to keep an eye on Hongjun?"

"It doesn't matter, I left something on him, and I'm watching every move he makes."

The old man said with a smile:

"Who stipulates that the strongest player in a game cannot use despicable means and act like a master? This is the most useless thing."

The invisible Zhong Ling curled his lips and muttered, "As expected of Zhunti's teacher."

Of course, she didn't dare to say this directly.

Old Man Wanri kept sketching the slate for four or five days.

The picture in the cloud mirror has been locked on Li Ping'an and Donghuang Taiyi. When the two separated, they mainly focused on exploring Li Ping'an's "Ji Dan incarnation".

Zhong Ling suddenly said: "Hongjun went to look for Li Ping'an."

"The main body went there?"

"A ray of soul finally brought the God-killing Spear."

"Then don't worry about it," Old Man Wanri said, "His true form is still hiding in the aura of chaos outside Xuandu City. A ray of soul cannot kill my disciple."

The old man Wanri raised his hand and clicked on the cloud mirror.

A beach appeared in the cloud mirror.

Two figures were lying on a bench in the sun, enjoying the sea breeze. The woman on the left was naturally pure, and Li Ping'an was letting his mind return to Ji Dan, who was sleeping soundly aside.

This place has been set up with multiple barriers by Li Ping'an, so it stands to reason that there is no fear of being explored.
To be continued...