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Chapter 657 Returning from Xuanzhong, this god is not another name

"Should I go say hello?"

While Chen Cuo was talking to Hai Xuanzi, several large ships gathered on the sea in the distance.

On the ship were monks and monks from several large overseas islands. Although they had magical powers and could fly to the sky and escape from the earth, they still had to live a down-to-earth life.

But right now, they couldn't stay any longer on their own island. They came here one by one, wanting to get close to Chen Cuo, express friendship, inquire about the situation, or even want to cling to him or establish friendship.

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But no matter what kind of thoughts this group of people had, what kind of decisions they made on the way here, when they finally arrived, they felt the afterglow of the pressure after the war, and looked at the huge mountain that penetrated the sea and reached into the sky.

And not far away, it is rumored that two Gui Zhen and one Immortal are suppressed, and no one dares to go there rashly.

We can only stand one by one on the boat, like ants on a hot pot, unable to advance or retreat, each saying his own thing, and it is difficult to reach a consensus.

"You mean, why did the alliance leader suddenly disappear at this time?"

Some people lamented, finally remembering the leader of the islands.

As soon as these words were said, some people immediately woke up.

"Do you think that the alliance leader has actually come forward? Or even suffered misfortune?"

"It's very possible! Otherwise, I wouldn't show up now. I just don't know if I have gone to Chidao to find out."

"I went there, and I haven't come back yet, but it's said to be very foggy, and it seems like no one has been there for a while."



On the sea surface, everyone was talking about it.

at the same time.

Under the sea water, there are also gatherings of aquatic animals, attracting attention from all parties.

Several dragons are stepping forward to maintain order.

Among the water tribes, there are those who are comparable to the great demons on land. They have practiced Taoism for hundreds or even thousands of years. During these years of hiding in the Dragon Palace, they have also dominated one side and become kings and hegemons. This one will also be among them.

The few dragons who maintained the situation were very unhappy.

Among them was a dark-faced man with a round face and an eight-clawed beard. He even said directly: "You juniors, why are you here pointing fingers? Where is Mr. Long? At this time, he should be in charge of the situation.

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Ao Zheng, who was saying goodbye to others, heard this and apologized to the person in front of him. He ran over and cupped his hands and said: "Ke Jun, my father has now received the order from the king to guard and guard around that reef.

Therefore, you are not allowed to escape. If you want to see my father, you can go there, but you must forgive me for not being able to accompany you. Because the prince has said that no one else can approach except my father and a god from the upper realm."

"You kid..." Na Kejun's face turned a little darker when he heard this, and he nodded immediately, "You are so sharp-tongued! Anyway, since you can't get through it, then..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion on the water and couldn't help but look up.

"I'm coming!"

The people on several boats became noisy, and everyone on the boat looked in one direction, and a few people jumped into the air, as if to welcome him.

At the end of everyone's gaze, there was a flying boat that broke through the sky. Sitting on it were several men, all wearing plain clothes. Although they had a bit of the demeanor of practitioners, they seemed quite cautious.

"The disciples of Taoist Master Haixuan are finally here."

“It’s really been a long wait!”

"Yes, yes! Brother Chuanyu, I still remember that we had a great time drinking and chatting at the banquet on the West Island!"



Listening to the many voices conveying thoughts and seeing several immortal monks who came to greet them, Wang Chuanyu showed doubts and confusion.

Since their master Hai Xuanzi was suppressed, their disciples have been given various names by the Island Alliance, such as "East China Sea Rebellion", "Middle-earth Craftsmanship", "Evil Secret Whistle" and so on.

I have heard a lot, and if I had not relied on the support of the elders in the sect, I would have been in trouble long ago.

Even so, they don't dare to go out casually on weekdays, and are very cautious even in the sect, for fear that someone will find an opportunity to use it as an excuse.

In this way, after decades of living, I have more or less accepted my fate and become accustomed to it.

Unexpectedly, today, suddenly, someone came to the door and asked them by name to find the successors of Haixuan. It really frightened a few people. In the past, once someone came to the door, they would usually start a fight.

Who would have thought that the people who came this time would respectfully invite them, saying that their master had been rescued by a prince from the Central Plains and asked them to come and reunite.

The man was meditating and wanted to elaborate, but then a communication talisman came over. After he got it, he just glanced at it, his expression changed, and then he didn't say anything more. He left first, leaving Wang Chuanyu and others in the flying boat behind.

So when he arrived at the place, he saw that the people he met were all famous senior experts from Donghai, but they were all friendly to him. Wang Chuanyu more or less guessed something.

"The person who rescued Master is probably doing something very serious."

While he was thinking about it, the people leading the way were already shouting -

"Those in front of you should give way. Senior Brother Hai Xuan's disciples are here. Go and report them quickly."

After waiting for a few breaths, news came that Wang Chuanyu and others were asked to come forward.

The few people accompanying him were overjoyed when they heard this, but they were also polite. They went together and when they got to the reef, they had to bow their hands and salute.

As a result, Chen Cuo stood up directly, took a step forward, and the person disappeared. Only the weak Hai Xuanzi was left leaning on the rocks, looking at Wang Chuanyu who was walking in a hurry, and said with a smile: "You are here, my teacher is not here."

You've suffered a lot these days, haven't you?"

When Wang Chuanyu heard this, he felt aggrieved, but he endured it and walked over to help the teacher up, not even saying that it was not a hardship.

"How can it not be bitter? How can I not know what the East China Sea Islands are like and what the atmosphere is in the sect?" Hai Xuanzi shook his head, his tone sighing.

"Why do you need to worry, fellow Taoist?" At this time, the old Dragon King floated over and said, "In the future, which person in the East China Sea who is not forward-looking will come to offend you?"

"This matter is actually the legacy of my senior brother." Hai Xuanzi shook his head, "However, although Pindao's injuries were helped by his nephew Fuyao, it will take ten and a half years to recover. In this case,

During this period, Pindao and his disciples will still have to be taken care of by Lord Laolong."

"You should try your best." After the old dragon king finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and stopped talking.

Hai Xuanzi said: "Long Jun has something to do, just go and deal with it. Just as you said, with the support of my nephew, a poor Taoist can pretend to be powerful. I'm afraid no one in the East China Sea will refuse to give him face."

Wang Chuanyu looked puzzled and finally couldn't help but said: "Master, what caused today's incident? And just now the heaven and earth changed suddenly, and the waves boiled..."

"We'll talk about this after we get back. Now is not the time to talk." Hai Xuanzi said, his eyes sweeping over the crowd and feeling their surprise, frustration, disappointment, and relief.

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The faint smoke of incense floated into the sky.

Every strand is very restrained, subtle and difficult to detect.

But Chen Cuo's sense of himself has reached a very keen level. He can't add a feather or fly, so he senses it immediately and kills it immediately.

Suddenly, all the thoughts of Mu Qiang, longing, and envy in the smoke were shattered, but at the last moment, the figure of a monk, a monster, was still revealed.

Ahead, a voice suddenly came -

"As a practitioner, I still can't help but want to put my thoughts on it. It's really pitiful."

The speaker was dressed in a yellow robe and was shrouded in smoke. Deep in the clouds, a bit of blood appeared.

It is none other than the yellow-robed god, Kuimulang.

When Chen Cuo rescued Hai Xuanzi and others and talked about old times with them, this god from outside the sky had already arrived in the clouds in the sky and was waiting here.

"Even if you are a practitioner, if you cannot be firm in your mind and clear what you want, you will inevitably be shaken by external things." Chen Cuo heard what the other party said, and suddenly asked: "Your Excellency comes from outside the world.

, do you know how to return from the legend?"

Kui Mulang had also heard Hai Xuanzi's words before and knew why Chen Cuo asked this question. He couldn't help but frowned and said: "You are doing it for your master? Then I advise you to give up the idea. Although I only know

Although he is superficial, he also knows the difficulty. Just as the Taoist priest said, if you want to return from the legend, it is not enough to simply have the realm of earth creation. You must at least have a true spirit. In addition, you must also be in the human world.

There is the foundation of incense, which not only needs to be remembered by people, but also has legends, leaving traces in the world, etc. It has roots in the present world and sources of legends, which are very complicated and involve the mysteries of life and death. Even we, the stars and gods,

It’s also hard to know everything.”

What he said was just to make Chen Cuo give up his thoughts, and it would be a waste of effort and time.

Unexpectedly, a sentence of life and death brought back Chen Cuo's memories and reminded him of Emperor Tingyi.

"Isn't that the great master of life and death? Maybe she knows a lot about it. As for legends and the like..." Chen Cuo glanced at the god in front of him and suddenly remembered that this man not only appeared in the original Journey to the West,

It seems that there are also scenes and names in the Battle of the Gods. Logically speaking, it should be a legend. After thousands of years, he should have dabbled in and understood the legend.

So, he simply asked: "Have you ever heard of the name 'Li Xiong'?"

This name is Kuimu Lang, who fell to the Jie Jiao disciples during the Battle of the Gods and was later named one of the twenty-eight constellations.

However, in the history of this world, there seems to be no battle to become a god. So where does this Kui Mulang come from?

At the same time, Li Xiong was also the name of the founder of the Han Dynasty during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Moreover, Chen Cuo once read in a classic that it was Li Xiong's name that was worshiped by many people in Shu, including many survivors of the Han Dynasty, who worked hard to rise to the rank of Star King.

Thinking about it this way, it may also be because the Lord of Chenghan was worshiped and formed into a legend. After several evolutions, it was finally regarded as Kuimulang.

Become a god by faith!

In any case, the premise of everything is that Kui Mulang's name is Li Xiong.

But after hearing this, the god in front of him shook his head and said: "Although I have heard of this name, I only know that he was the founder of a dynasty. As for other things, I don't know much about him. When the prince asked about this person,

But what’s the point?"

Not Li Xiong?

Chen Cuo shook his head and was unwilling to say more.

How could Kui Mulang ask further questions? Instead, he changed the topic and asked Chen Cuo about his next plan.

Chen Cuo glanced at him and said with a smile: "I don't have much to do in the East China Sea. Apart from a visit to Penglai, the only thing left is... hmm?"

Suddenly, he stopped talking and felt something in his heart. Then he raised his eyes and looked in one direction.


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