Martial Arts Garden.

Although there is a heavy snowstorm, the trees here are towering, and the interior is like a sealed forest palace. Hundreds of meters above the dome, the gray sky can be vaguely seen in the gaps between the lush and abnormal green shade.

With the arrival of Tang Yan, the forest suddenly came alive. The trees separated on both sides. Plants that were so weird that they had never dreamed of were peeking out from behind the door. Strange things were flying in the sky.

But it's not a tree fairy, but some other alien species.

When Tang Yan saw Lu Dao appeared, she stood up, crossed her fingers on her chest in a prayer gesture, her eyes flashed with the solemnity and piety of a believer, then she solemnly straightened her white skirt and stepped into it gracefully.

Deep in the woods

Baishan is drinking wine.

During this period, all his developments were going smoothly.

This may be due to his status as the "robber master".

Destiny and luck are not empty words.

This is like a positive version of "Death is Coming".

"Father God~" Tang Yan couldn't help crying again when she saw the man deep in the forest.

Baishan held up his hand, and his superb [Part 1] made everything around him covered in his "field". It is normal to control some things at will in this "field".

Tang Yan floated to the stone table beside him.

Baishan looked at the little cotton-padded jacket who had treated him with every possible care and filial piety, and then saw her crying look, and asked, "Have you been bullied?"

Tang Yan said angrily: "The family has deep roots and wants to make Father God's Martial Dynasty its own. Now it has somehow cultivated third-level celestial beings. No matter how many we have, we cannot defeat them.

I know I'm just a womanizer

In terms of my talent and obsession with martial arts, King Shang has given me a lot; in terms of conspiracy and resources, even if I try my best, I still can't touch that thousand-year-old family.

However, this power is clearly a gift from God the Father, but they intend to take it for themselves, trying to imitate the will of heaven with their selfish intentions, but I can't stop it."

"A celestial being in the third realm?" Bai Shan became interested and interrupted her.

Tang Yan repeated what Dongfang Shang said before.

After saying that, the beautiful woman acted like a child at Bai Shan's knees, her cold face showing a cute and naive look.

Baishan rubbed her hair, thinking about the third realm of heavenly beings.

He knew about Tang Yan's holy medicine. Di Xi also contributed to that holy medicine, which could control the beings under the realm of manifesting the gods. Although it was a weakened version, it was absolutely impossible to escape without entering the realm of manifesting the gods.

And why can't we trap the state of manifesting the spirit?

The reason is very simple. This medicine is like a small rope wrapped around the soul. When the power involves the soul, it can naturally be untied.

In this way, isn’t the third realm of heavenly beings already similar to the realm of manifesting gods?

But if you want to reach the realm of manifesting the gods, it will take hundreds of years, but it only takes a few years for the three realms of heaven and man?

If God gives it, it will be taken.

Baishan then thought about it and thought about what had been lost in the "three realms of heaven and man".

Shouyuan.

A person in the manifest state can live for nearly six thousand years.

However, it is obvious that the three realms of heaven and humans cannot live this long, or even far worse, but for the specific details, you need to ask those who have reached this realm.

"King Shang?" Bai Shan thought of the second gang leader of the mountain gang. He was the first and only person who personally helped him break through to the realm of heaven and human. After that, everyone else ate the fruit.

On the other side, the plump body of the beautiful woman was leaning against Father God. She was receiving the touch of her master like a kitten, and her eyes were narrowed happily, showing an expression of intoxication and enjoyment.

The closer she gets to Father God, the more she can feel Father God's pressure and love.

It was obvious that the father-god looked about the same age as her, but the look he looked at her did not contain the slightest hint of male-female affection, but was purely a kind of favor.

And Bai Shan really has no feelings for her.

In the past few years, he has not been idle at all. Although he has not made any huge breakthroughs, he has devoured countless treasures and fruits of all kinds.

If it was said that when he went to rescue Miss Mei'er before, his own strength could only reach the half-step of becoming a god, now he is probably able to reach the half-step of becoming a god.

This means that even if he doesn't bring anything with him now, even if he doesn't use Taohuayuan, he can still be on a par with the ancestors of the Qingyun Immortal Sect by relying on his own strength.

As for the so-called "saint" in the previous world, it would not be easy to win over him.

But if he uses Peach Blossom Spring, any ancestor or saint will have no choice but to be defeated.

However, once you enter the Fusion God, it's hard to say.

Fusion Gods all have divine status, and some even have boundary-defining tools.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but the charming and beautiful woman was still lying in front of his knees, talking in detail about what happened in the Wu Dynasty.

Baishan listened quietly.

Tang Yan's feelings for him were very sincere. Even though she was wronged at this time, she never added any embellishments to her words, which made him quite gratified.

This lecture lasted until the evening and was not over yet.

Bai Shan arranged for Tang Yan to stay overnight in the forest.

And at midnight, Miss Meier arrived as promised.

Tang Yan's face turned red and his heart trembled when he heard the joyful news. It was not until the next morning that the snowstorm rarely stopped, the sky was sunny, and the wind blew the snow and sand.

When Tang Yan came out of the forest hut, she saw a charming woman in a bright red dress. She was a little enlightened. When she saw the woman turning her head and covering her lips and looking at her with a smile, she was so blessed that she twisted her body and stepped forward to test it.

He said: "Miss?"

But he saw the woman in red smiling "goose", and then threw out a red sachet from her sleeve, which fell into Tang Yan's hand from a distance.

The woman in red said Nuonuo: "If you call me little girl, I have to give you a little gift.

This sachet must be used only when your life is in danger, just open it and throw it out."

Tang Yan took the sachet, looked at the woman in red, and said sincerely: "My lady is so beautiful."

The woman in red laughed again and praised: "You are so sweet. No wonder your father-in-law treats you like a little cotton-padded jacket."

Tang Yan was very happy when she heard this.

Now she doesn't care what the world thinks of her, she only cares about Father God

If it weren't for Father God, she would have died in exile long ago. Even if she was lucky enough to survive, she would have closed her eyes in pain in the bitter cold of Daxing Ancient City and been buried. As for her current power and glory, she had never imagined it.

These are all given by God the Father.

More importantly, she really felt a father's breath in Father God, which was more reassuring to her than her biological father.

Father God is the meaning of her existence.

Therefore, she hated her second brother's vacillating attitude. If he hadn't given the family a glimmer of hope, how could what happened today have happened?

Seeing her in a daze, the woman in red waved her hands and said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Tang Yan hurriedly said respectfully: "Mom, go slowly."

Miss Meier turned around. The person she was waiting for was almost there, but the book of reincarnation had actually been damaged a long time ago. Even if it was revealed, there would still be a delay. Maybe the person she was waiting for had spent more than ten years in this world, but that person was

Isn't it still the same as before? Some memories appeared in her frivolous peach blossom eyes.

Tang Yan looked at the direction in which his little mother disappeared, and a trace of inexplicable envy flashed in his eyes. My little mother is so good. She can be so close to Father God, and she can also be with Father God. It turns out that Father God is also a man.

The thought just came up and was immediately cut off by her.

Turning his head, he saw the God of War in the forest again.

Tang Yan hurriedly walked over. Today she needed to continue to tell her father about Wu Chao's movements in detail.

half a year later

Jiangnan.

An old Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi sits in the bright hall.

Lu Shendu, the head of the aristocratic family, was drinking wine on the other side.

Ordinary people like tea, but he likes wine.

The old Confucian scholar is the "literary sage" Chao Ribai.

Lu Shen said solemnly: "Shang Shu, the Wu Dynasty is in turmoil and you are busy with everything. How come you have time to sit here with me?"

The old Confucian scholar saluted and said: "Master Lu"

Lu Shendu looked at him quietly with both eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and said: "Literary Saint, I understand everything you want to say. But I hope you know that the current world is not suitable for teaching and educating people. In the prosperous age, virtue can be

What is the world like now?"

The old Confucian scholar was also a straightforward person. He did not beat around the bush and said directly: "The Demonic Art of Devouring Heaven and Devouring Earth is a disaster for the world. If hundreds or thousands of people practice this art, it will be a catastrophe for the whole world.

I understand that the head of the Lu family used it to deal with Tang Shangshu, but since he has driven away Tang Shangshu, shouldn't he try to do it slowly? Shouldn't he cultivate both martial virtue and virtue? Why should he use it again?"

Lu Shendu said directly: "God of War."

The old Confucian scholar listened quietly.
To be continued...