Hearing Hongjun's words, Wu Ming was frightened and even more stunned. .Updated fastest
What does it mean that I am dead and can never come back? Did I die once?
Wu Ming didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond with silence.
Ancestor Hongjun shook his head slightly and waved his hand, and the two of them appeared in Zixiao Palace at the same time.
At this time, in the Zixiao Palace, there were only two futons placed on the platform. Ancestor Hongjun was sitting on one, and the other was directly under Wu Ming.
Wu Ming had too many puzzles in his heart. The two futons were arranged in a regular manner, and there was no distinction between who was in charge and who was in charge. They seemed to be on equal footing.
"Unnamed Demon God, when the chaos was shattered, you were killed by Pangu's axe. I thought you were really dead. I didn't expect that so many people survived that tragic battle, and even you came back.
!" Daozu Hongjun spoke slowly, saying words that Wu Ming could not understand.
Chaos was shattered, killed by Pangu's axe, and the nameless demon god.
Wu Ming looked at Patriarch Hongjun who was sighing, then at himself with thin arms and legs, and after a while he asked: "Ancestor Dao, are you right?"
"How could there be a mistake? We are both Chaos Demon Gods and have fought side by side for countless years. If I hadn't discovered you, how could I have used the method of time and the power of the Book of Earth to summon you here?" said Patriarch Hongjun.
Here, a look of injustice flashed through his eyes, and he said bitterly: "That damn Pangu, our Three Thousand Demon Gods of Chaos, known as the Three Thousand Saints of Chaos, are so carefree. After a big battle, we are dead and wounded.
With your injuries, including you who came back again, there are only three or five people left."
Ancestor Hongjun said this, and Wu Ming just listened to it.
At first, he thought he was the reincarnation of Hongyun and was attracted by the Book of Earth to pursue his past life.
But when he heard it now, it was not the book from the ground that attracted him, but it was clearly the ancestor Hongjun himself.
Combined with what Ancestor Hongjun said, could it be that he was really some kind of Chaos Demon God who was killed by Pangu and then reincarnated, and was recognized by Ancestor Hongjun.
"You don't have to feel confused. People killed by Pangu's ax will leave wounds on the road, erasing all the past. You don't have to worry about me dealing with you. We are in the same camp in the chaos. If I deal with you
If you do, others will not agree." Ancestor Hongjun said sincerely, but Wu Ming was skeptical when he heard it.
Ever since he became a bounty hunter, Wu Ming has never discovered that there is anything special about himself.
If it was true, as Patriarch Hongjun said, that he was the reincarnation of the unknown demon god, why didn't he see his golden finger and not make rapid progress in his cultivation?
Moreover, before he came into contact with the Book of the Earth, he had been to several immortal worlds and had not seen Patriarch Hongjun appear.
Although Wu Ming felt that no one in this immortal world would dare to impersonate Hongjun, his doubts have not diminished. After all, he is not a person who trusts others easily.
"Taozu, besides you and me, who else survived?" Wu Ming was doubtful, but couldn't help but continue to ask.
Hongjun didn't take it seriously after hearing this, and slowly said: "The Demon of Creation, the Demon of Yin and Yang, the Demon of Hatred, and you and me, no one else was found. Except for me, everyone else is sleeping. Although the situation is worse than yours
Much better, but I won’t be able to wake up anytime soon.”
Wu Ming shook his head slightly. Others couldn't wake up, which meant that they couldn't verify it. The only one who knew the truth was Hongjun.
Seeing that Wu Ming was still shaking his head, Hongjun himself was a little displeased and sighed: "You are still the same as before. You don't believe anything others say. Every day you think someone wants to harm you. Take this world of immortality as an example.
, Does anyone dare to impersonate me? Do I need to lie to you? There is no possibility at all. You are just too wary. What you were before and what you are now have not changed at all."
Wu Ming knew his own character and smiled at Patriarch Hongjun's words without saying a word.
After a while, he changed the topic and asked: "Can I take back the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit I heard here and the Saint's Way you taught me?"
"Yes, I reversed time and space and brought you to the time and space before I joined forces. It's equivalent to you becoming half of Hongyun. When you go back, you will know all the things of Hongyun Society, and even history will change." Hong.
Patriarch Jun opened his mouth about time and space, but kept silent about history. Wu Ming was overjoyed when he said this.
He turned into a red cloud as soon as he arrived, practiced hard all the way to the Golden Immortal Realm, and listened to ancestor Hongjun's sage Taoism. If he brought this knowledge back, it would pave the way for the future.
As for changing history, that is secondary.
Because the Hongyun he transformed into had no other friends except Zhen Yuanzi, and had nothing to cherish.
The hardest thing to give up was Hongjun's third sermon, because he only listened to the Daluo Jinxian chapter and the subsequent Sage chapter, but not the Dao Dao chapter at all.
"Can you send me back to the world of Journey to the West after the third sermon?" Wu Ming was greedy and wanted to hear the Great Dao Chapter.
Ancestor Hongjun shook his head slightly, neither agreeing nor disapproving, but said: "My Dao Chapter is the Dao Fruit that I summarized. If you follow my old path, you will never find your own again."
It's the Great Way. If I tell them about the Great Way, it will eliminate the possibility of them entering the Great Way. Are you still willing to listen?"
"This" Wu Ming looked in disbelief and said hesitantly: "You are really shady!"
"It's not sinister, but I have my own needs. A prehistoric saint who can never pose a threat to me is the prehistoric saint I need. These prehistoric creatures have inextricable grievances with me and you. They
If we become stronger, how will you and I deal with each other?" Wu Ming understood what Patriarch Hongjun meant. Doesn't this mean that people who are not from our clan must have different minds?
In this prehistoric world, it is enough for saints to suppress it. Being strong is not what Patriarch Hongjun wants to see.
No wonder Hongjun wants to preach. This is not to show people the way, but to dig their graves.
If Hongjun hadn't appeared, I'm afraid that after countless years, the world would have evolved naturally, and the creatures of the primitive world would have been able to create their own cultivation systems.
The appearance of Hongjun certainly provided a path to immortality, but it also stifled everyone's potential.
After all, compared with the complete Immortal Dao system, the self-created system that has just begun to show signs of failure definitely has various flaws, and there is no comparison between the two sides.
This is just like domestic games. As soon as domestic games have recovered, classic games that have been developed abroad for countless years have entered the market.
Comparing the two, of course, foreign games are more fun, and since then they have embarked on a vicious cycle of foreign research and development, and we buy them, and domestic games have also been labeled as deceptive.
"This Hongjun looked kind and kind-hearted, but he didn't expect that he was so evil. How much hatred must he have against Pangu to harm the world created by Pangu. No, it seems that it was bitterness and hatred. Pangu split open the world of chaos and beat him to death.
He killed countless gods and demons of chaos and forcibly opened up a new era. For these gods and demons of the old era, there is no more bloody hatred than this." Wu Ming secretly smacked his tongue, he did not expect that the end of the myth would turn out to be like this.
There is no goodwill, only lies. This is a chess game to control the world.
The only person playing chess is Hongjun, and there is also the mysterious way of heaven. The chess pieces are all living beings and saints.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming shuddered and asked subconsciously: "You didn't leave any traps in your first two sermons, right?"
"No, under the great sage, you are not in my eyes. Say no more, I am going to suppress the way of heaven and pursue the path of transcendence. Huh, if Pangu hadn't given me a cruel blow when he died of exhaustion.
, the consciousness of heaven left by Pangu has been refined by me a long time ago, so there is no need to stay here!" Ancestor Hongjun spoke of Pangu, with a look of resentment on his face, but he never thought that he was the biggest parasite.
insect.
Wu Ming was so dry that he didn't know what to say. It wasn't until Patriarch Hongjun waved his hand to knock him out of the time corridor that he realized in shock: "That's not right, leave some treasures for me, I don't have any magic weapon to protect me!"
"Hey, you finally woke up, you"
Wu Ming shouted out and found that he was still in Wuzhuang Temple, and the surrounding scenery was the same as before.
Three long burning incense sticks are burning slowly, and the smoke is lingering around the words "heaven and earth".
Qingfeng's face turned pale and she slapped her chest and muttered: "I just called you, why didn't you respond? I thought something happened to you!"
"How long have I been absent-minded?" Wu Ming also felt in a trance when he saw Qingfeng Boyzi.
Qingfeng tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with some uncertainty: "Almost half a cup of tea."
"Half cup of tea"
In ancient times, half a cup of tea took about seven or eight minutes, and almost half a cup of tea should take about five minutes.
Wu Ming recalled his memories and found that Hong Yun's memories of countless years were in his mind. Except for the lack of mana, he had no shortage of various insights.
Memories about cultivation, including the lectures he attended at Zixiao Palace, all appeared in his mind one by one.
Except for the lack of magic power, he is still the ancient powerful Hong Yun in Zixiao Palace, but the nameless demon god is like a mirror, as if it was just his dream.
"Reversing time and cause and effect, allowing me to personally travel from the beginning of the world, maybe in a sense, I am Hongyun, right?" Wu Ming thought thoughtfully, pinched a spell in his hand, and said: "The gourd is back.