When the couple that Kunpeng met in Qingqiu Mountain died and his soul entered the cycle of reincarnation, in the north, Kunpeng, who was in seclusion in the mysterious ice, suddenly seemed to have a slight fluctuation. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have no concern about this matter. In Kunpeng's body, which no one could see, there was a jade plate hanging there, a notch in the center of the jade plate, and a white bead floated on the jade plate with blue light, as if there was a faint repulsive force, but it was pulled by an inexplicable thing and could not be separated, but it still emitted a slight vibration from time to time, causing the red silk thread to be broken a lot, but the red mist floating from nowhere turned into a silk thread to connect the jade plate and the beads. In addition to the jade plate beads, there were also

A black thing like an embroidery needle was hanging. One end of the needle was rooted in the center of the bead, and the other side was exposed outside. The same as the relationship between the jade plate and the bead, the two were incompatible with each other, but they were also limited by a lush red mist and could not be separated. At Kunpeng's heart, the heart kept beating. With every beating, a thin red line would appear, immediately turning into a faint blood mist, floating near the heart. Then the mist gathered into a ball and drifted towards the jade plate. With every beating of the heart, blood was squeezed out, Kunpeng in seclusion would absorb a stream of mist from the surrounding black ice, and his face remained pale. I don't know if it could not stand the cold in the black ice or another reason for love.

The vast land of the vast land, somewhere above the Dongsheng Shenzhou, Kunpeng walked ahead, and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he seemed to sigh in his heart, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face, but he didn't know how much of the smile came from sincerity. Behind Kunpeng, like the Jiumei of the past, her daughter Jiuyue was also following, but her expression was scary, as if she was afraid that Kunpeng would swallow her alive. She glanced behind her, Kunpeng said calmly: Jiuyue, do you have any worries? Jiuyue, who was behind, trembled and hurriedly said

: No, how dare Jiuyue trouble the master! Nothing is wrong! It's really true! Kunpeng didn't think much about being called Master by Jiuyue. Anyway, he was dispensable about this person. If he hadn't felt something before and later received a message from his deity, Kunpeng might not have paid attention to it just because of his identity as a descendant of Jiumei. He thought that Kunpeng had taught the human race for 365 years, but Kunpeng was not on the wall when the human race was in a disaster. At this time, he just saw what she had plans. Although most of her future would not do anything, he might as well help her.

Kunpeng walked in front and said calmly: September, I will give you two choices. The first is that I can pass on your supernatural powers and Taoisms, so that you can achieve great success in Taoism. Although you can't laugh at the prehistoric world, you can also get a safe place. This is also the whole wish of your mother to find me. However, since I have passed on your Taoism, you should not bother me again in the future. Second, you stay in Beiming and don't come out. Of course, you can still learn Taoism. I will not stop it. As for what you will do in the future, it depends on your own fortune. But at such a price, if you walk out of Beiming, you will have no connection with me. Which one do you choose? I will wait for your answer. September listened to Kunpeng giving her a choice. If it were before, she would definitely choose the first one without hesitation. After all, she would not want to rely on others, but the decline of the Tianhu clan also depends on

In his eyes, if he had the chance to turn over at this time, he would naturally catch this life-saving straw. But looking for Kunpeng's experience made her know that the path of practicing Taoism is immortal, although she can live forever. If she leaves Kunpeng and encounters danger in the future, who will save her? And when Kunpeng's tone is extremely indifferent, he may not blink his eyelids even if he dies in front of him. Now, Jiuyue has an instinctive disgust for practicing Taoism. After thinking for a few days, Jiuyue bows and says: Master, Jiuyue chooses the second one, and I hope the master will fulfill it. Kunpeng nods, pointed his right hand casually, and a ray of green light shines out. Jiuyue suddenly feels that there is a magic trick for practicing in his mind. I don't know how many times better than his cultivation. He is secretly happy, but thinking that he will never be able to leave Beiming again in the future, his heart is sad again.

Kunpeng ignored what she was thinking and said: Okay, since you have made such a choice, you must be prepared. But recently, I am not in a hurry to go back. Let’s travel around the prehistoric land first. You can follow and look at the prehistoric land again. Maybe you will never have a chance in the future. September gritted his teeth and did not dare to say anything, but just followed silently.

As he walked, some wormwood that was taller than people suddenly appeared in front of Kunpeng. Among these wormwood, the easiest species to hide beasts. If the human race mistakenly entered it, it might become a food for the beasts. But Kunpeng would not care about it, and he didn't care about walking into it. The wormwood that was withered and yellow looks very dirty. September did not want to enter, but Kunpeng had gone, and she had to follow her, claiming to be a maid.

Kunpeng, who was walking, suddenly heard a faint moan in his ears, and his expression moved. Thinking of studying medicine in his previous life, he couldn't help but walk towards the place where the sound came from. As he walked in, September also felt something, with a puzzled look on his face, and he didn't know what was going on. As the wormwood walked past, the two saw a figure lying in a lush grass not far away. It was a human race, wearing simple clothes, and the moans came from the mouth. The man was black and his body was twitching constantly. The moans in his mouth became weaker and weaker. It seemed that there was a possibility of dying at any time. The man was still holding a green grass in his hand, one of which had a missing piece of the grass leaf, and there was still some broken leaves in the man's mouth.

Kunpeng thought about the remaining grass leaves and figured out what was going on. It must be that the man had never seen the grass before, so he took it to taste it. Who knew that he would take it and be very poisonous after one bite, and now he lost half his life. Seeing that the man would die at any time, Kunpeng really wanted to show his strength and verify the medicine he had learned. However, in modern times, traditional Chinese medicine has long declined and there is not much essence left behind. Kunpeng is really afraid of treating people to death. Although there is no owner in the underworld now, even if there is one, he would not dare to care about his own affairs. But isn’t that the meaning of treating people with his own hands? And why is this person so careless? Why are he eating unknown things without any problems? Don’t you know that the unknown is the most terrifying?

Thinking of this, Kunpeng flashed with a flash of inspiration, suddenly thought of something, with a strange look on his face. He looked at the half-dead human race lying on the ground, showing a playful smile, pointed his hand at the human race, Kunpeng ordered: Jiuyue, you go and save his life! It's a pity that this person died. Although Jiuyue didn't know what mystery, Kunpeng dared not disobey the order. When he walked closer to the man, he didn't know what kind of poison the poisonous weed was, emitting a foul stench. Jiuyue wrinkled his nose, but he still endured it.

He gave his vitality to the human race. The poison would undoubtedly die for the human race. However, the magical powers of the immortals were extraordinary. Soon the human race moved his eyelids, but perhaps he was too tired or his body became weak, and he was still lying there. Kunpeng did not wait for the man to wake up and left with Jiuyue. Jiuyue had lost some magic power, but he practiced according to the magic tricks taught by Kunpeng and recovered in a short time. He couldn't help but feel very happy, but he didn't know that he had already staggered the greatest opportunity.

Kunpeng was not sure why, but he was very excited next time, always interspersed among the human tribe, as if waiting for something. After fifty years, a golden light of merit fell from the sky from the tribe where Shennong was located, and fell on Shennong. When Shennong showed his body, he was already a Daluo Golden Immortal Dao practice. Almost no one discovered that a trace of golden light separated and fell into an unknown place. Jiuyue was surprised to experience the Taoist practice of Jinxian, and it was a little difficult to understand. He got such benefits when he did. He wanted to ask Kunpeng, but he didn't dare to ask questions, so he could only keep it in his heart.

After looking into the distance, Kunpeng said lightly: September, you go back to Beiming. This is a jade talisman that can open the formation. As he said that, a jade talisman fell into the palm of September's palm. September said fearfully: But master, what if someone is ill-intentioned? Kunpeng pointed his finger and suddenly a layer of golden light lingered around Jiuyue's body. It is merit. 'It's okay, you have merit to protect your body, no one is asking for trouble. Go back quickly. Remember what you said before, if you leave now, it will be as I said before, and there is no connection!' When Jiuyue thought that he is now a golden immortal Taoist practice, crossed a level, and finally decided to leave after considering it.

After leaving September, Kunpeng said calmly: Saint Zhunti, since you have something to find me, why not show up to see me! A figure slowly walked up not far away. It was the Western Taoist Zhunti. Zhunti praised: Fellow Dao Kunpeng indeed **. Before I arrived, my Taoist Zhunti knew. Although he praised him, his face did not have a smile at all. Instead, he was very heavy. Kunpeng bowed, "The saint is wrong. I can't get the saint's eyes on these methods. It's really a fate. In this remote place, I can still meet the saint's Dharma. It's really a fate!" Zhunti's face was a little darker. I don't know whether Kunpeng raised himself or was sincere. He smiled gently, "What fellow Taoist said is true. I also think I'm destined to be a fate. In the previous great disaster, I admired me very much. Today, I'm very proud of my Taoist's magic.

After knowing it, I hope that fellow Taoists will give you advice!’ Kunpeng said lightly: Saint Zhunti, this vast land may not be able to withstand the torture! The saint has thought about it? Zhunti shook his head and said: Fellow Taoists are wrong. I am here today to discuss with fellow Taoists. Don’t misunderstand it! A sneer in my heart. Kunpeng said in a deep voice: Forget it, Saint Zhunti, I can’t afford to understand the words of supernatural powers. But recently, I will be able to make a move and understand a magical power. What should I give you a guide if I try again? Zhunti’s eyes showed a hint of doubt, I don’t know what Kunpeng means, but of course I would not be willing to let go of the opportunity to understand Kunpeng’s strength. I immediately bowed and said: It’s okay to do whatever you want, it’s not worth telling us. We are just talking about Taoism. He said this, but he had already picked up the Seven Treasures Second Tree in his hand, his expression was heavy, his eyes were flashing, and he was guarding against Kunpeng.

But Kunpeng smiled faintly and said, "Saint Zhunti, please look!" As he said that, Kunpeng closed his eyes and a faint ripples appeared everywhere in his body. Zhunti's face became heavier. He just stared at Kunpeng, his eyes flashed. Kunpeng raised his right foot and stepped forward. When Kunpeng's right foot fell, the foot seemed to be heavier than ten thousand pounds, and there was also a ripples on that foot. Zhunti's expression shook and his body flashed, but Kunpeng stepped down with his right foot.

A ripples were crossing between the two, like a gate, and Kunpeng's body was gradually swallowed by the ripples. The Seven Treasures Second Tree of Junti brushed out and hit the ripples, but there was no effect. When Junti came to his senses, he saw that Kunpeng was still there. Zhunti's face darkened, and his divine thoughts glanced at him, and finally he noticed Kunpeng's existence in unknown distance. However, he held the Seven Treasures Second Tree with his right hand. Junti's body flashed and returned to the western land.

In Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's face was heavy, as if he was sulking. The opposite side still had a bitter face, "Junior brother, why should you care so much?" Zhunti concealed his displeasure, "Senior brother, Kunpeng is so powerful, we can't do it easily! Alas!" As he said that, Zhunti sighed and a loneliness flashed across. Huiyin's bitterness was even heavier, but asked: Junior brother, why do you attach so much importance to it? We shouldn't have done this matter in the first place. The saint of the East is more anxious than us! Zhunti's face was solemn and said

Middle Dao: Senior Brother, I don’t know why, I always vaguely realize that Kunpeng is an obstacle to my Western prosperity. This matter has always been hanging in my heart. Senior Brother, do you think that Junior Brother is too worried or serious? Remindering a smile, pointing his fingers, and a picture reflected in the pool water in front of them: A place ripples flashed, Kunpeng walked out of the ripples, but immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale. After rubbing the blood, Kunpeng continued to wander around the prehistoric world, without any intention to go back.

After reading it, Zhunti breathed a sigh of relief, 'It seems that this magical power can not be used easily, it is good, but it is a trouble after all.' Zhisui thought about it and said: Junior brother, maybe you have not discovered that this person is the incarnation of Kunpeng we saw that day, not the original deity. If his original body comes, it is hard to say. Zhunti was shocked and didn't think much about it. Originally, this matter could not be hidden from them. Just think about it carefully and you will understand it. However, care will be confused. Zhunti was at this time

But he was a little confused. Zhunti thought about it and suddenly said in a deep voice: This matter is strange. Senior brother, do you think it is... Zhunti had not finished speaking yet, but he heard Zhiyin shout: Junior brother! Zhunti seemed to have noticed something, stopped, then seemed to be afraid, took a deep breath, calmed down, and began to meditate and practice. Zhiyin's face was full of heavyness. Seeing Zhunti meditating, he put away his heavy expression and showed a bitter face again.

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