In the courtyard, if a big walk comes, his eyes are sharp, like a sword that soars into the sky. This person carries two swords, and the sword intention is unintentionally empathizing with it, as if he is about to deshewn out.
If this cultivation level is placed in the prehistoric realm, it will definitely not be weaker than that of the ancestor of the Styx.
Zishou said with a expressionless face, "Where are the people?"
He asked about the saint, not Su Mei.
If the man suddenly shouted, "Little Golden Immortal, it's really ridiculous, take him for me!"
With a shout, three or four demon immortals rushed out from both sides, encouraging the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, and the spiritual treasure in his hand released Ling Rui's suppressed aura.
At this moment, a cold voice came slowly on the top of Zizhi cliff: "I want to see him."
The voice is cold and crisp, and it is hard to tell whether it is joy or anger.
Why did the saint see him? If the face of a man changes slightly and his sword intent is restrained.
Zhang Zhengqing also had a strange expression and was thinking about the saint's intentions in his heart.
Zishou was stunned for a moment. Although the voice was cold, it felt a vaguely familiar feeling.
After thinking carefully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange look appeared on his face.
If Dao Ren and Zhang Zhengqing lead the way, they come to the top of Zizhi Cliff and go to the front of Biyou Palace.
Although the Biyou Palace has been destroyed, there is a saint who will reconstruct a small temple here.
The temple is located at the top of the peak, dozens of feet high. It is supported by golden clouds and is floating in the sky. There are jade flowers and jade grass planted around the temple, and a faint fragrance of flowers hits into the nose, which makes people feel pleasant.
If the Taoist comes to the gate of the temple, he bows and says, "Report to the saint, my disciple has brought the person to the front of the palace."
A cold voice sounded inside: "Let him come in, you are waiting outside."
If the Taoist and Zhang Zhengqing looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes."
He glanced at Zishou and thought to himself whether this person knew a saint? It is impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could a saint know a little golden immortal? What if the Taoist thought to himself.
He didn't seem to be angry when he heard the saint's voice. Could this person be the lost disciple of the saint? If the saint wanted to kill someone, he would not be allowed to enter the palace... Zhang Zhengqing guessed in his heart.
Zishou's face was strange. He had already guessed which saint it was, but he was not sure yet.
He jumped over the towers in the sky, pushed the door open, walked into the dojo, and then closed the door with his backhand.
Through the dark corridor and bypassing the screen wall, I saw that there were still many orchid flowers planted around, and the fragrance was rising.
The cold voice in "Come in."
Zishou walked towards the west wing and crossed the golden palace. He saw that the inner room was decorated with elegant and clean decorations, and the decorations were all made of books, jade, and antiques.
While the beaded foil silver screen was separated by the Jiuhua hibiscus tent, you could vaguely see a graceful girl getting up from the bed and coming out from behind the silver screen.
The girl was wearing a white underwear, close to her delicate figure. Her hair was half flat and her flower crown was not tidy. When she looked over, her autumn eyes were turned and her face was like the morning glow. Her skin was flawless and her appearance was beautiful.
Although there were speculations, Zishou still couldn't help but lose his voice: "Peace!"
The shouting made the woman in front of her take off her cold personality, smile, smile like a flower, and said in a soft voice: "I've been... long time no see us..."
Zishou was about to go up and couldn't help but hold her into her arms.
Ping Xin's face turned slightly red, and she took a deep breath, as if she was feeling the breath on his body greedily.
After being separated for many years, we met again, and a certain feeling in our hearts seemed to erupt at this moment, no longer locking this feeling deep in the depths as before.
My figure has not changed, that's right, it's my second wife... Zishou took the opportunity to take advantage of it for a while before sitting down by the bed.
The two of them looked at each other and laughed, and they all had the joy of reunion after a long separation.
"Pingxin, why are you here?"
"Zi Su, why are you here?"
The two spoke at the same time and laughed again.
Zishouxin said that it was so synchronized that it should be my wife.
"You say it first, I'll listen." He looked at it with a gentle voice.
Zishou is also the important thing to tell what happened after entering the Western Rock Gate.
He stopped calmly, and when he heard Nuwa being exiled by the Dao incarnation, he couldn't help but say angrily: "The Dao incarnation? What is that?"
This appearance has not changed, it will not be fake, Zishou secretly told me.
When she heard that the West was practicing socialism, she showed a confused look and began to ponder.
When she heard the Western Demon Kingdom, she pondered silently.
After Zishou finished speaking, he nodded calmly, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "My experience is much simpler. At that time, I entered another prehistoric world with you..."
After Pingxin entered the second parallel prehistoric world, he met the Queen Houtu in the underworld. After the two chatted at night, they understood each other's world clearly.
After that, he calmly left the second parallel prehistoric world, but when he was transferring the parallel world, he encountered a strong enemy, got a palm from the strong enemy, and fled to the second parallel prehistoric world. What happened afterwards was similar to what Gu Qingluo said.
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"A strong enemy? What kind of strong enemy? It is also the incarnation of the great way?" Zi couldn't help asking.
Ping Xin's face was solemn, and after pondering for a while, he said, "The man was wearing a black robe, half of his face was hidden in his hood, and he couldn't see clearly. The man had a very high cultivation level, and I just got him a pill.
He has recovered to this day."
Zishu frowned. Pingxin's cultivation level was extremely high, higher than hers. Could it be that Hongjun's level?
Pingxin saw that his expression changed and shook his head gently: "Hongjun gives me the feeling that he is not as strong as that person. No one in this world dares to say that he has the highest cultivation level and has reached the top, maybe he is the strongest in other worlds.
Not known.”
Zishou nodded and secretly remembered this person in his heart.
"So, the reason why Su Mei was willing to surrender was because she saw your knife." Zishou suddenly spoke: "If you gave the Hunyuan Zi Qi Knife, you wanted me to see you, but you didn't think about it at that time.
I fell into the sinkhole.”
Ping Xin nodded: "At that time, I also went to the sinkhole after hearing this news, but I didn't see you."
Because at that time I was caught by the Miaoyin Tiannu. The son felt very sad.
The two met again after a long separation, so naturally they had endless things to say.
"Pingxin, have you seen the corpse in the sinkhole?" Zishou asked suddenly.
Pingxin pondered for a while before nodding.
"Do you see anything?"
"Those saints who were killed were suppressed by a stele gate, and Taotie devoured their flesh and blood every day to prevent them from resurrecting them." Pingxin said: "If only one world is not that many saints, there are definitely not so many.
, that's probably the saints from several worlds."
Zishou felt more and more uneasy when he heard this, "Sages from several worlds? Why are the saints suppressed? Who will suppress the saints? The saints are immortal, even if they are countless kalpas, they cannot be destroyed. Who should
Will you spend a lot of effort to suppress the saints?”
Pingxin said: "I guessed something, but I'm not sure what I guessed is right."
Zishou immediately looked at her and asked for her answer.
Pingxin pondered: "The heaven and earth are not kind, and treat all things as straw dogs; the saints are not kind, and treat the people as straw dogs. How can they be worn between heaven and earth? They are empty but unyielding, and move more and more."
This sentence was said by Lao Tzu. The general idea is that heaven and earth are fair to all things, just like treating straw dogs, allowing them to grow naturally and die by themselves.
Pingxin continued: "Every universe has its own life, just like a mortal, it will eventually usher in destruction. And what destroys the universe is infinite catastrophe."
Zishou listened quietly, with a heavy look on his face. The infinite calamity is the greatest calamity in the world.
Every five Yuanhui is a calamity, every infinite calamity is 480 million calamity, and one Yuanhui is 129,600 years.
In other words, the universe will usher in a great destruction every 31.104 billion years!
This great destruction of the universe will destroy everything in the world and return everything to chaos. Only the saints can survive!
Even the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal who has not yet become a saint will not have even a glimmer of hope.
"You mean the corpses of those saints were saints who fell in countless disasters?" Zishou captured Huadian.
Pingxin said: "There is this possibility. If I guess correctly, this peacock world will face infinite disasters. Have you noticed that in this world, you seem to feel the oppression of the heavenly way all the time?"
"Yes." Zishou nodded slowly.
When he came to this world, he felt that the pressure of the heavenly way in this world was too strong, as if there was a powerful force crushing him from all directions at every moment.
"If it is really an infinite calamity, have the three supreme gods in this world not felt it?" Zishou pondered.
"It is still unknown whether it is infinite kalpas, but infinite kalpas cannot destroy the saints of heaven. The possibility of those corpses being destroyed by infinite kalpas is extremely small." Ping Xin said.
Both of them felt as if they were full of mist in front of them. If they wanted to learn the truth, they were afraid that they would go to the Monument Gate under the Tiankeng and enter the world behind the Monument Gate.
"Sister Pingxin, over the years, the person I think of the most is Nuwa, followed by you. I feel safe and sound, so I feel relieved." Zishou looked at Pingxin and said sincerely.
Pingxin's mouth is slightly raised, this guy really doesn't know how to coax women.
But she also knew that Zishou had this personality, so she was not angry, but instead felt a faint joy.
"At the same time, when two people meet calmly, one of them should have disappeared, why didn't it disappear?" Lishou suddenly thought of this question.
Pingxin smiled and said, "I am Pingxin, and she is Houtu."
Zishou was stunned and then laughed.
If you are calm and honest, you are not alone.
A calm mind means peace mind, and Houtu is Houtu.
"In the second parallel prehistoric world, Houtu is the myth of Houtu, which means that it is not a member of the witch clan, but the Houtu Emperor Earth God that governs all lands, that is, the Houtu Emperor Earth God who inherits the heaven and emulates the virtues and glorifies the Houtu Emperor Earth God...
The name is so long, how did I remember it?" Zishou said intimately.
If two people are not one, there is naturally no risk of being one.
I was probably tired of speaking, so I stretched and lay lazily on the bed.
From this perspective, Zishouneng saw the continuous peaks, and his heart suddenly blew, saying, "Peace, I'm hungry."
"Um?"
"You'll give me some food?"
"Um??"
Pingxin was stunned for a while before he became angry: "Get out!!! I'll talk nonsense again, I'll castrate you!"
Zishou stuck out his tongue and hadn't been abused for a long time. What's going on with this feeling of abuse that made me a little happy?