After entering Junzi Inn, everyone had a short rest, Wen Yu suggested going out for a trip.

He bought a map of Jiexing City.

On the map, some key buildings, such as Lingshizhai, inn, combat technology museum, reward pavilion, brothel, etc., have been marked out.

"Jingxiao, let's go to Haotian Temple." Ming Qi suggested.

Haotian Temple is a place where Haotian, the Creation God.

Wang Jingzhu has a boundary card, and he knows that this world is called Haojie.

The saying that Haotian is the Creator God in this world is very credible.

In this world, going to Haotian Temple and worshiping Haotian is a major ceremony that every cultivator must perform in his life.

However, there are not many Haotian Temples on this continent.

There is no Tianlan Dao.

Not everyone has the opportunity to worship Haotian Temple.

This makes it rare to have a chance to worship Haotian Temple. Not only is it bright and I want to go, but the disciples of Wentian Sect are all excited to go.

From the map, Haotian Temple is on the east side of the imperial city.

The carriage on the cloud was taken out again. In the car, Elder Huixin was more than Elder. Outside the carriage, there were more disciples such as Wen Yu.

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In the center of the huge square, a blue-black palace stands.

The plaque on the temple is written with three words "Haotian Temple".

The temple gate was closed and no one was guarding it, and no one jumped out to collect tickets.

On the left side of the gate, there were long five rows of queues. Everyone stood straight, with an extremely solemn expression. No one played or played or whispered.

The people in line walked up the steps one by one, walked to the gate, knelt down and kowtowed three times, got up, went down the steps from the right side of the gate, and left.

in Apple pie order.

Ming Qi was very disappointed. "Ah? I can only watch the scenery outside! I thought I could go in and pay my respects."

Everyone nodded silently.

"Those who are destined will meet Haotian." Wen Yu said. "I have inquired and I have a special point of view. Go silently and return silently. Even if you have destined to meet Haotian, even if you are given the opportunity by Haotian, you cannot tell me."

Xing'an twisted his beard and pondered for a moment, saying, "It's really impossible to say it. It's so embarrassing to see Haotian without chance. I'm so embarrassed. I'm so embarrassed to say it? If I get the opportunity, if I say it out, wouldn't I bet to call someone to rob it? I can't say it."

Huixin said: "Everyone queuing up, be more disciplined, don't lose face of my sect. Miss Wang, you are in the middle."

Wang Jingzhu had no objection. The disciples of the Tianzong agreed in unison, "Yes."

Everyone went to line up.

Xiao Zi'an and Chu Yue also lined up.

In front of Haotian, there is no distinction between master and servant, noble and humble, and they are all Haotian's people.

The team is long, but it is moving very fast.

No one stagnates or procrastinates.

Everyone walked forward neatly, bowed, got up, and left.

After half an hour, it was Wang Jingzhu's turn.

Wang Jingzhu strode up the steps, faced the gate of Haotian Temple, knelt down on the cushion, and kowtowed.

Before my head could be knocked down, my body was lifted up by a breeze.

The futon under my feet disappeared, and the ground also changed from blue-black stone slabs to green grass.

Haotian Temple is gone.

Wang Jingzhu found himself beside Lanxiquan, Xinghua County, and was pitching balls with a bald child.

The child is extremely beautiful, with his eyes as bright as the stars and seas, but he doesn't speak or laugh, and he doesn't have the innocence of children.

Wang Jingzhu threw the ball to him, and he mechanically threw it back to Wang Jingzhu. Wang Jingzhu threw it over again, and he threw the ball back to Wang Jingzhu.

This cycle goes on and on.

"Tianhao, are you hungry?" Wang Jingzhu was tired of throwing the ball, so he asked the child.

The child who was called "Tianhao" didn't say anything and still mechanically threw the ball back to Wang Jingzhu.

Wang Jingzhu caught the ball, stopped throwing it away, trotted a few steps, reached Tianhao, took his little hand, and said, "Let's go, aunt will take you to have something delicious. What do you want? Ice cream or roasted wings? Or, you want both."

Tianhao didn't speak and let Wang Jingzhu lead him away.

One big and one small, the big walks happily, like a child; the small walks steadily, like an old man.

As we walked, we became a landscape.

Wang Jingzhu, who was watching the scenery in the distance, ran over, but did not catch up with the two people of the big and small, but ran into a sea of ​​fire.

In the sea of ​​fire, his father Wang Guoyu and his mother Sun Weihong all became fire people.

My father was shouting: "Zhuzhu, run quickly! Run quickly, don't come in!"

Wang Jingzhu cried and wanted to run into the sea of ​​fire, but was tightly held by a small hand, and she couldn't even shake it.

It was obvious that Wang Jingzhu and Tianhao were also standing in the fire, but they had magical power to resist the flames.

All the flames avoided two people of one or two on their own.

"Tianhao, save them! Save my parents!" Wang Jingzhu knelt on one knee, holding the bald child's two little hands tightly with both hands, shaking and begging.

The bald child Mu was stunned, staring at his bright eyes, but his expression did not change.

"Tianhao, please help the aunt, okay? You god, you are omnipotent! Please!" Wang Jingzhu bent his legs and knelt in front of the child, crying bitterly.

The child was like a stone sculpture, motionless, just holding Wang Jingzhu's hand tightly and preventing her from leaving.

This is a hellish picture.

Wang Jingzhu saw his relatives struggling in the sea of ​​fire and screaming. His father, mother, brother, Su Li, Yihang, Uncle Su, and Master Liu Zhu... they were all burned to death.

The bald child had a divine light falling on his body, protecting Wang Jingzhu, but he only protected Wang Jingzhu, without any other actions.

"Tianhao, you fool! You are a fool!" Wang Jingzhu's sadness turned into anger and pretended to be crazy. "Xiaoxian-Xiaoxian-Come back soon, come back soon to save everyone-"

No matter how crazy she shouted, the only thing that echoed her was the beeping sound of the burning flames.

The howlings of relatives are getting increasingly unheard.

Wang Jingzhu also calmed down. Two lines of blood and tears burst out from her eyes. "Tianhao, aunt doesn't blame you. Xiaoxian told me that you were once one of the greatest creation gods in the heavens. In order to save all worlds, you were seriously injured, but you were chased by many evil gods. In the end, you lost your soul and lost your mind."

"You are just a soulless body. I can't blame you for not saving me."

"But from today on, you will have wiseness. I will give you all the memories of my three lives, and I will give you all my soul power."

After the words came, Wang Jingzhu burst in place, his body turned into blood rain, and his sea of ​​consciousness turned into a ball of light.

The light ball, carrying Wang Jingzhu's will, drilled into the bald trumpet's forehead...

The picture was once again frozen into a landscape painting, and only the light ball flew out of the painting, traveled through countless time and space, and fell into Wang Jingzhu's hands.

In Wang Jingzhu, he is the self in the painting. When he explodes, he handed a ball of light to himself in the air.

Wang Jingzhu didn't look at the light ball in his hand, but only looked at the sea of ​​fire in the painting and the bald child in the sea of ​​fire.
Chapter completed!