Zhan Tian was stunned, what was going on? He saw Pangu, who had already lost his combat power, suddenly showed a look of fear, and couldn't help but look at Qing Lao, who was still slumped on the ground.
But he saw a golden flame rising on Qing Lao's body, pinching the finger mark of his left hand, and a gray river of time and space appeared. He grabbed Zhan Tian's hidden figure with his right hand, and then threw it towards the river of time and space.
"Damn it, why can't we go back, old guy, what are you doing, stop it..."
The sounds in his ears gradually faded away, and he felt the delicate body in his arms trembling. Zhan Tian looked down and saw Mei Niang's figure slowly disappearing.
"Your Majesty, I still want to be your wife in the next life. Are you willing to marry me?"
"Yes, I do. Mei Niang, don't leave..." Zhan Tian felt blood surge in his throat and wanted to shout loudly, but could no longer make a sound.
In an unknown space, a black shadow appeared out of thin air in front of Zhan Tian.
"Haha, little Shimo, I am the God of Shimo. In order to repay the favor of a good friend from back then, I am waiting for you here. I can grant you a wish, tell me..."
"The God of the First Demon, I am Zhan Tian, and I want Mei Niang to come back to me..."
"...change another one."
"I want this..."
"This won't work. She is a clone of evil thoughts and has returned to her original body. You can change her..."
"If you don't change, I will take Mei Niang..."
"I'm so annoyed. I told you that it can't be done. Find another one..."
"Don't change..."
"...I'll give you the body of the First Demon, can you change it to another one?"
"No, I want Mei Niang..."
"Get out, you bastard. I'm so angry. I'm just sad now. How can you be so capable? You actually want to have evil thoughts. Fuck your sister. Get out..." The black figure said to Zhan Tian.
Clap your hands.
"Shi Shen, but my wife, are you my reincarnation? It should be, oh, I am really crazy again. I scold myself and beat myself. No, I have to take the body of the Shi Demon, otherwise I can't grab it.
My wife is still being bullied..." Heiying finished muttering, and slapped Zhan Tian again, who was about to disappear.
"Hey, you are always clinging to your wife, what a sin..." The black shadow slowly dissipated, and the space began to collapse, turning into a wisp of black energy, chasing Zhan Tian's figure.
On a hill, there is a Taoist temple hall.
A sloppy old man, with a wine gourd in his hand, looked at a handsome young man with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"Pangu, why?"
"Master, didn't you say that my Taoist heart is the strongest? I want to verify it?"
"Just for verification?" The wine gourd in the old man's hand fell with a bang, and his eyes slowly closed.
The man in green shirt stood up, let the old man lie on the ground, raised his right hand, and said seriously to the old man: "Three moves against chaos, the first move opens the sky!"
"Three moves to counter chaos, the second move is to open up the ground!"
"Three forms of reverse chaos, the third form of reincarnation!"
After three strikes with the palm knife, the old man's body showed no wounds, but his breath was cut off. A lifeless look appeared on his face, wrinkles instantly covered him, and he no longer looked as free and easy as before.
"Master, you have always taught me that Taoism is the most important thing in cultivating Taoism. It cannot be tied down by family affection, kindness, or love. I am an orphan and have no family ties, but your kindness will become a fetter for me, so I will cut it off today.
, Prove that my Taoist heart is strong. Go on your way..." Pangu looked at the wine gourd that rolled to his feet, kicked it away in disgust, and the God of War left.
After taking three steps, he turned back, felt something, shook his head and left. The fingers in his sleeves kept pinching, but he couldn't figure out anything. He breathed out, stamped his feet, and a ball of flame began to envelope the entire hall...
.
The flames quickly burned most of the hall, and beams fell down. Next to the old man, a young man in black shirt suddenly appeared. He picked up the old man's body, thought for a while, and picked up the wine gourd that fell on the ground.
Beside a small clear lake, there is a small mound. On the mound, there is a small wooden sign, "The tomb of mentor Yangliu, the unworthy disciple Zhan Tian pays homage."
Next to the small mound, a young man with black clothes, long hair, and dark skin patted the dust on his hands, looked at the tombstone, and said with some sadness: "Master, even if you do it again, you still don't believe me, so I will tell you to be careful.
Pangu, you just don't listen. It's a pity that I, an unscrupulous disciple with no Taoist heart, no Taoist body, and no luck, can only watch you being killed. What a sin... uh, this wine...
..."
The young man just took a sip of the wine from the wine gourd and fell to the ground and fell asleep before he finished speaking.
Three days later in the evening, a restaurant in the small town was bustling with activity. Pangu was getting married. A young talent who had reached the ninth level of martial arts at the age of twenty, and countless respectable people from hundreds of miles around came to celebrate.
A young man in black clothes and black hair touched his chin and revealed an evil smile.
"Senior Brother Pangu, Senior Sister Houtu, come, have a drink to celebrate our wedding..."
Zhan Tian held up two small wine glasses and handed them to Pangu and Hou Tu. He picked up another glass and drank it all in one gulp.
There was a cold glint in Pangu's eyes. Zhan Tian's words made him very uncomfortable. What about our wedding? This is the result of his hard work for several years. It is the wedding between himself and Hou Tu. As long as he gets Hou Tu's body,
His Dao body can inspire thousands of Dao bodies, which is the result of his deduction technique. But seeing that Zhan Tian is no more than a first-level warrior, he closed his eyes with disdain, suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his glass and took a sip.
I have to leave a good impression in front of Hou Tu, just in case Hou Tu’s white lily can still advance.
Hou Tu smiled and shook his head. His junior brother liked her and kept pestering her, but she didn't like him. She didn't like him sleeping all day, doing nothing, and his cultivation level was trembling. She had already reached the ninth level of martial arts, and he was only a warrior.
She heard her master say that she and he were both transformed from the same lotus seed, and she didn't know why there was such a big gap. Thinking of her master, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. His old illness had relapsed and he couldn't even come to drink her wedding wine. She shook it off.
With all the distracting thoughts in my mind, I took Zhan Tian's wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
After Zhan Tian toasted, he casually found an empty seat and sat down, silently calculating the time in his mind. For three days, he kept mixing water and adjusting the wine in the wine gourd, and finally controlled the time when he fainted. Pangu gave the master
The wine is called Zui Xian Niang. It is the strongest wine. One sip can make the gods drunk without knowing anything. Of course, this wine is colorless and tasteless, and it can also improve your cultivation level by a small amount.
After one hour, two hours, three hours, the guests all dispersed one by one. As their junior brother, Zhan Tian was naturally qualified and obligated to stay and take care of the bride and groom. After all, it was held in a hotel, not at home.