Zhen Yuanzi's hands were shaking.

The fate of old friends is still vivid in my mind.

The demon master Kunpeng died instantly with one blow!

After finally escaping from the soul, he was coveted by Styx.

One mouthful of Abi is in front, and one mouthful of Yuantu is behind.

He could only give up the accompanying innate spiritual treasure, the Soul-Removing Gourd, and reluctantly escape into the six realms of reincarnation, leaving the opportunity for reincarnation and rebuilding.

And now...

It was his turn to be pushed to the forefront.

In front is the realm of Guixu, and behind is the sea of ​​blood in the underworld.

One wrong step, and you will never live!

However, when disaster is imminent, cause and effect are chaotic, one cannot control oneself, and one's spiritual intelligence is unclear, how can one calm down?

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that the cause and effect will be confused on the spot, the mind will be confused by the karma, and the anger will burn out, and I will hit the Biyou Palace without overestimating my ability!

In other words, Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of the earth immortals.

Since the prehistoric times, Wanshou Mountain has been established and Wuzhuang Temple has been established.

He made many good friends, opened the gates of the mountain, accommodated loose cultivators from the three realms, preached and imparted knowledge, and had the effect of enlightenment.

He also holds the Book of the Earth, works conscientiously, sorts out the earth's veins, and repeatedly receives meritorious deeds.

At this critical moment of life and death, the merits I had accumulated finally came into use.

Then he saw a beam of spiritual light rising behind Zhen Yuanzi's head.

His already cloudy eyes were immediately restored to clarity by this flash of inspiration.

His soul also broke free from ignorance and regained a trace of reason.

Seeing this opportunity, he immediately pushed the jade pages of the Holy Emperor's golden book in his hand.

The evolution of innate Bagua.

The sixth day of the lunar month: A humble gentleman, fording the great rivers!

A lucky word jumped out.

Sixty-Two: Ming Qian!

Sadaki!

Two dazzling gold inscriptions came into view.

Jiu San: Thank you for your hard work, a gentleman will eventually die!

The golden book and jade pages in my hand began to tremble, and the whole page jumped.

A big lucky word jumped out from it.

The holy emperor's virtuous voice rises faintly.

"The way of heaven is gentle and bright, the way of earth is humble but ascending!"

"Zhen Yuanzi!"

"Why don't you wake up quickly!"

The sound of virtue sounded like thunder, and the golden book and jade pages in his hand suddenly shattered in the sound of virtue, turning into countless gold powder and jade fragments, falling to the ground.

Zhen Yuanzi finally woke up.

He bowed his head and bowed, facing Huoyun Cave: "Zhen Yuanzi thanks the Holy Emperor for his guidance!"

At this moment, he was sincere and extremely grateful.

What a life-saving grace!

Of course, Zhen Yuanzi also understood.

Holy Emperor Fuxi took action at the risk of great karma, probably not only because he had a glimpse of the source of karma, but also knew that he was now on a threshold that might affect the fate of the three realms, so he took advantage of the situation and gave him a push.

It may also be to repay the karma of the past.

Huoyun Cave was originally Hongyun's dojo.

After Hongyun died, Zhen Yuanzi took care of him on his behalf.

Later, Zhen Yuanzi saw signs of the great prosperity of the human race.

Then he gave the Fire Cloud Cave to the Human Race Holy Emperor and used it as a human race dojo.

Through this, Hong Yun's reincarnation is tied to the human race.

Cause and effect manifested, and Hongyun reincarnated, taking advantage of this opportunity to obtain the human emperor's master many times, and benefited a lot.

Zhen Yuanzi also benefited a lot.

Now, Holy Emperor Fuxi gave him some advice.

Basically, I have repaid more than half of the karma of the past!

In the future, it will be difficult to rest on the old merit book and reap the merits comfortably!

The fate of the human race is missing a big thief.

But it’s still worth it!

Zhen Yuanzi let out a deep breath.

He turned to look at the frightened disciple beside him, and said to him: "Go down first, keep your Taoist mind, and understand Huang Ting!"

"Yes!" The disciple was confused and confused, and he bowed down and left.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at his disciple's back.

There is no contempt in my heart.

Because, just a moment ago, he was just like this disciple, confused and confused.

Afraid of cause and effect, the soul is in chaos, and the wisdom is hidden.

If you are not careful, disaster will come immediately.

It’s really dangerous!

"Qian Gua!" he whispered.

In his mind, scenes from Biyou Palace flashed back.

The saint of Jiejiao stands with his hands behind his back, his clothes flowing.

On the ground beneath your feet, patches of green lotus are surging, and the light of the divine thunder from the clear sky is drawn but not emitted.

Qingping Sword is locked in the distance.

"roll!"

The situation changes and murderous intent looms.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't understand why?

He didn't offend the teacher.

During the Divine Tribulation in the old year, the Golden Hoop Immortal Horse passed by Wuzhuang Temple. He also treated people to eat ginseng fruit and drink Eight Immortals wine!

Eight hundred years ago, Nakui Niu came out of Luzhou in Beiju, passed by Wuzhuang Temple, and gnawed the thirty-three Yin and Yang Dao grass he kept on Wanshou Mountain.

Didn't he care?

We also entertained Nagui Niu with delicious food and drink for more than a month!

so……

Why on earth did the saint of Jiejiao get angry?

And why should we reject him thousands of miles away?

"Don't let me say it a second time!" Saint Jiejiao said coldly and ruthlessly. Suddenly, wind and thunder surged, and murderous intent emerged from the sky.

The scene at that time flashed through my mind.

Suddenly...

Zhen Yuanzi is blessed to the heart.

"Qian benefited..." He murmured to himself about the innate gossip evolved for him by Holy Emperor Fuxi.

In the past years in the Zixiao Palace, the great moral principles spoken by the Taoist ancestors also rose up from the soul, as if they were echoing in the ears.

"Qian, Hengye!" The sound of drums and bells in the evening and morning sounds lingering.

Daozu's gaze swept across his body at this moment.

It seemed like she was looking at him specifically and speaking to him.
To be continued...