Chapter 258: The Philosophical Problem of the Sacrament of Sacrament
In the starry sky of the universe, Meng Chuan stood alone, watching the Nine Dragons pull the coffin away.
"Shi Hao, the future, the chaotic ancient times..." Meng Chuan thought to himself, Shi Hao definitely knew him, and had known him before this time.
"How will I return to the chaotic ancient times in the future? Cultivate the other shore and look back on the past?"
Meng Chuan thought secretly, and then remembered what Shi Hao said.
"Quickly and infinitely resurrected weird immortal emperors, dozens of times more in number, and weird ancestors..."
The situation on the front line is not very optimistic.
"But at least nothing will happen to Zhetian within a few million years."
Meng Chuan's salty heart burned brightly when he thought of this time period.
He is only 38,500 years old now, not even 100,000 years old!
For him, the span of millions of years is really too big.
What's more, with Meng Chuan's current cultivation speed, millions of years...
The spring water is directly used by Weird Fang!
"Take your time, don't rush, don't rush, don't rush when traveling on the great road, the foundation is the most important." Meng Chuan will not rush forward regardless of hearing the news from Shi Hao today to make a breakthrough.
That's not necessary.
"First go back and undergo the eighth transformation, and then start making him and me. Legend has it that I have been stuck on this step for a long time."
"Is there still the sublimation and the tenth transformation of the battle between the mortal world and the Fairy Queen?"
Meng Chuan's figure disappeared here and returned to the Taoist world. When he was about to go to his retreat island, Meng Chuan suddenly discovered that the Dacheng Holy Body was fighting deep in the Taoist world, motionless.
"What are you doing, Brother Hongmao?" Meng Chuan wondered, thinking about life?
Then he went to the Dacheng Holy Body and patted his shoulder.
"Why don't you practice cultivation? Why are you standing here?" Meng Chuan asked curiously, feeling that the Dacheng Holy Body was quite melancholy.
"Emperor of Heaven." The Dacheng Holy Body shouted, and then looked towards the human world.
"When I came back, I passed through one mortal planet after another, watching them live and work in peace, grow old, get sick and die."
"Do you think all living beings have short life spans but are also very happy?" Meng Chuan guessed what the Dacheng Holy Body meant.
"No, didn't the Emperor of Heaven once tell me that every planet is filled with something called oxygen? Mortals and low-level monks need to absorb this kind of thing to survive."
"Yes, I said it, what happened?" Meng Chuan was confused. He once boasted and competed with Dacheng Holy Body in the ancient forbidden land. No, he said a lot when he and Dacheng Holy Body were exploring the world's avenues.
But when you see mortals growing old, sick and dying, how can you think of oxygen? Could it be that you, the red-haired monster, have awakened a scientific heart?
"I suddenly thought that this thing called oxygen could be a chronic toxic substance that poisons mortals. However, the onset of this toxic substance is very long for mortals, and it takes more than a hundred years."
"This may be the conspiracy of the Tribulation Heavenly Lord, or the God Emperor's conspiracy, just like the Emperor."
During the tribulation, God Emperor Feng Ping was killed for no reason.
Meng Chuan was dumbfounded and stared at the Dacheng Holy Body. What the hell, you are standing here, thinking about birth, old age, illness and death, and living and working in peace and contentment. In the end, you are thinking about this kind of cerebral palsy problem?
"Suck it or not!"
Meng Chuan was furious and left. He was of the Holy Body lineage and was low-minded in his old age! He is unknown to us, so we must stay away from him in the future!
When I go back, I will place a curse and make the entire body of the Holy Body mute!
Damn it, if you listen to this kind of question, it won’t take ten years, no, even if you have a cerebral thrombosis that lasts ten thousand years, you will definitely not be able to think of this kind of question.
"Why are you shouting?" Dacheng Holy Body looked at Meng Chuan's angry back and snorted, "I don't take oxygen."
"However, it seems that if a mortal does not inhale oxygen, he will die immediately. But if he inhales oxygen, even if it is a chronic toxic substance, he can live for about a hundred years? And their lifespan limit is only a hundred years?"
The Dacheng Holy Body is in a dilemma, is it poisonous or non-poisonous?
All the emperors in the Taoist world saw what happened here and hid their faces one after another.
How could I be in the same realm as such a person and be a god!
When Meng Chuan returned to his island, he was still angry and his good mood was ruined. Then he became more and more angry and couldn't bear it.
Directly open the long river of time, use the Dacheng Holy Body as the coordinate and support, go back in time, and see the Dacheng Holy Body when it was a child.
He wanted to see if this person had ever read a book!
"Fuck!" Meng Chuan called out the name of a plant next to him. This guy, Dacheng Holy Body, had an extraordinary background and was a descendant of a secular noble.
His academic qualifications, if converted to future generations on earth, would be at a university level!
"We must strictly inspect all monk schools in the future to prevent any sham people from sneaking in and poisoning the next generation!"
Meng Chuan secretly made up his mind, and at the same time decided that Ye Fan would never be trained by Dacheng Holy Body in the future.
Let Wu Shi come. Anyway, Wu Shi's father is also the Holy Body, and he also knows this lineage very well. His own physique is also related to the Holy Body, and his realm is high enough. He can give guidance to Ye Fan, which is more than enough!
By the way, I will also train a successor for Wu Shi!
If Wu Shi is the "Prince", Ye Fan will be the "Grand Grandson"!
"Huh? Why is Wu Shi still the crown prince one hundred thousand years later?" Meng Chuan suddenly became confused about his own thoughts.
"Is it because I haven't given up my throne even after a hundred thousand years?"
Meng Chuan calmed down his mood and tried hard to put the strange problem of the Dacheng Holy Body behind him. After calming down, Meng Chuan was ready to retreat. The eighth transformation was very close at hand!
The amount of Taoist qualifications in his body is almost gushing out!
…
Meng Chuan is in retreat, Meng Chuan is also in salted fish, Meng Chuan is still in the water group, they are all Meng Chuan...
[Administrator] Meng Chuan lv149: Hi everyone!
[Group Member] Dugu Baitian lv140: Hello, Great Emperor
Meng Chuan was startled, but he didn't expect that Lonely Baitian would be the first to respond to him.
"It seems that Dugu Baitian has nothing to do at this time?" Meng Chuan thought about it for a moment. It seems that Dugu Baitian didn't have much to do in the entire plot of Tomb of Gods.
Wouldn't that mean that another big water monster has entered the group? Well, with Dugu Baitian's temperament, it should be impossible for him to become a water monster, and that is the king of diving and peeking at the screen?
[Administrator] Meng Chuan lv149: Hello, great master! How are you? Are you still used to being here?
[Group Member] Dugu Baitian lv140: Very used to it
Dugu Baitian felt that this was really his biggest opportunity, especially the magical skills and unique skills in Qun Store, which really scratched his heart.
As a person, the legends about others, me, immortality, martial arts, and secret techniques all opened his eyes. Even if he just looked around and did not practice formally, he benefited a lot.
I vaguely felt as if I was seeing a higher world.
[Administrator] Meng Qi lv59: Tsk, tsk, if you have a new love, you will ignore us old people!
[Group Member] Lu Mingfei lv43: Great Emperor, Xiao Meng is jealous, the kind that can be coaxed with just one mouthful!
[Group Member] Yaochen lv65: I don’t think one can do it, but I’ll count them one by one, a hundred!
"Shadow!" Meng Chuan scolded with a smile. A group of people who only know how to play tricks with their mouths know how to play tricks. The same goes for Yao Lao, who is hundreds of years old.
Meng Chuan subconsciously ignored that he was already tens of thousands of years old.
Dugu Baitian has also discovered what the strange feeling was when he first entered.
That is, he found that the people in this group seemed not very serious...
The style of painting is a little different from the group of heaven-level and heaven-defying powerhouses in my own world.
Dugu Baitian was about to talk to Meng Chuan about cultivation when his expression suddenly changed and he looked outside at the cemetery. There was a tomb there, and it moved!
"It turns out that the period of ten thousand years has arrived..."