Chapter 430 The Greatest Creation Between Heaven and Earth (2/4)
The four men of Meng Chuan returned to the Great Thousand World, Xishan, where the time and space passage is.
At this time, a farce was happening here. Several young boys and girls in bright clothes and angry horses were looking for something on the Western Mountain with heavy snowfall.
Then I saw the mastiff found something and was going to take the teenagers to hunt it.
It was a fox, and there was a young man, and the young man was Hong Yi.
The situation is a bit dangerous. If the mastiff gets closer, it will face Hong Yi and the fox. However, the mastiff is suddenly possessed by a man and bites many young people. In the end, the mastiff utters human words, says a name, and scares away.
All the boys who came to hunt.
The man whose name is the possessed mastiff, Bai Ziyue, is one of the eight great demons in the world today.
After saving Hong Yi and the foxes, the mastiff turned its head towards Meng Chuan and the others, its green eyes shining with human light.
"Who's watching?" Mastiff asked and spotted the four men from Meng Chuan.
The four men of Meng Chuan didn't think anything of it, because the four of them appeared here directly without any disguise. In the original state of the four of them, even if they didn't pretend, they should be like the light and dust, and not be noticed by others.
But the four of them now really look like mortals, in every aspect.
This is Meng Chuan's suggestion. We are just mortals, and we must behave like mortals!
Although Taoist Creation and Emperor Changsheng felt a little baffled and didn't know the reason, they would not go against Meng Chuan's wishes for such a trivial matter.
Only Zhang Sanfeng and those watching the live broadcast vaguely knew what Meng Chuan meant. In such a world, what else could he do to act like a mortal?
Pretending is better than getting slapped in the face, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, pretend hard! Pretend hard!
As a ghost fairy, Bai Ziyue lived up to Meng Wang's expectations. With his soul swept away, he was able to explore some places and directly discovered the four Meng Chuan people.
The four men from Meng Chuan walked out directly and looked at the mastiff.
"Emperor, are you coming or am I coming?" Zhang Sanfeng sent a message to Meng Chuan.
"You want to rob this too, Master?"
Meng Chuan said in surprise, "I didn't expect that a guy like you, the real person, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually want to steal the opportunity that I finally got to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"
"Great Emperor, you misunderstood..."
Zhang Sanfeng heard Meng Chuan's words and glared at Meng Chuan. Anyway, Meng Chuan now watches everything from Zhang Sanfeng's live broadcast. Due to the viewing angle problem, he couldn't see Zhang Sanfeng glaring at him.
I, Sanfeng, can kill the emperor with one glance!
After Meng Chuan and the others came out, Mastiff was startled, and then immediately fainted to the ground. A young man of about fifteen years old in white with flying sideburns appeared in front of Meng Chuan and others.
"I've met some seniors!"
Meng Chuan opened and closed his mouth twice, but nothing came out.
Is there something wrong? I'm already like this, and you still think I'm a senior?
Have you seen the blind seniors? Have you seen the seniors next to me who are so old?
Meng Chuan didn't realize that the combination of the four of them, a blind man and an old man in the deep mountains and old forests, quite conformed to the image standards of the senior masters.
But the people in the group were laughing like crazy at this time, and the emperor was pretending to be a show-off - the group members were not happy to see it.
The emperor failed in the pretense competition - the group members were delighted to hear this.
Hong Yi, who was behind a bush, looked a little nervous looking at what was happening here.
He did not expect that he had just heard the name of Bai Ziyue, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, just a few days ago, and only saw him show off his power today, and in the blink of an eye he would meet four seniors.
Bai Ziyue knew the little foxes, and he had a good relationship with the little foxes. Hong Yi subconsciously regarded Bai Ziyue as one of his own.
"Let's go." Meng Chuan only felt bored for a while. Every time he pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger, he never succeeded.
Instantly, he lost interest in talking to Bai Ziyue.
Bai Ziyue was stunned, deliberately exposed, called him out, and then let him go after meeting him?
Bai Ziyue raised his head and was about to say something, but when he saw Meng Chuan, he was instantly speechless.
He saw that the man whose eyes had been closed had no form. He seemed to have turned into a huge sacred mountain, reaching the sky and the earth. The universe was rotating around the sacred mountain, and the stars were hanging one after another.
As soon as the scene changed, the sacred mountain disappeared, and a world jumped out. In that world, there were countless souls, the dead were resurrected, and there were eighteen levels of hell.
Bai Ziyue was shocked and felt that his soul was about to be sucked out. He lowered his head in a hurry, not daring to look at Meng Chuan again.
"We are destined to meet each other. If you call me senior, I will give you a blessing."
Meng Chuan's voice was calm. He did it on purpose. Otherwise, Bai Ziyue would not have been able to see anything.
Although this one of the eight great demons in the world did not satisfy Meng Chuan, he was still respectful.
Bai Ziyue was stunned for a moment, and then endless insights arose in his heart. There was the great road, there was destiny, there was martial arts, there was Taoism, there was thunder, it was endless and all-encompassing.
Bai Ziyue was overjoyed, knowing that he had really met an expert, and he was definitely better than Meng Shenji, the best master in the world!
It may even be the existence of the legendary Yang God!
Bai Ziyue looked excited and wanted to say something, but you, Meng Chuan, interrupted him directly.
"Leave, our fate is over." Meng Chuan said, nothing more than a few words of thanks to his seniors. There is no way to repay the kindness of his seniors, and he still hopes to serve his seniors and repay his kindness.
Bai Ziyue was helpless. A being who was suspected to be the Yang God spoke. He did not dare to disobey, so he could only resign and leave. However, when he was about to disappear, a voice came to his ears.
"Soon, you can come to Yujing City. When the time comes, there will be another blessing."
"That good fortune is the good fortune facing the whole world. You can also find a few friends to come and those who come will have a share."
Bai Ziyue immediately turned around to thank him, and then found that Meng Chuan had no instructions and disappeared directly.
Since the senior asked him to find friends, he would do as the senior said! Such an expert would definitely not lie to him. In the future, there will definitely be benefits to having more people!
He is going to make preparations, call on his friends, and win the good fortune that this senior said!
"Fellow Taoist is kind." Taoist Taoist Zaoyao praised with a smile.
"I think so too." Meng Chuan said seriously. Taoist Creation was speechless and Emperor Changsheng smiled.
And Hong Yi, who was behind the grass, looked at these things happening in front of his eyes, and his mood was unpredictable. There was no confrontation here, but the feeling given to Hong Yi was more frightening than a war.
And when he heard that there would be a fortune in Yujing City soon, he was even more excited.
"If I can be lucky enough to touch the creation that makes Bai Ziyue, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, so excited..."
Hong Yi clenched his fists, then he might be able to soar into the sky and become one of the few in the world!
For example, like his father Hong Xuanji!
At that time, if he wanted his mother to enter the ancestral hall, who else would dare to object?
Hong Yi was agitated and determined that he must be tainted by the fate of Yujing City!
Hong Yi's eyes were on the four men from Meng Chuan who were slowly walking away. Suddenly, Hong Yi seemed to be blessed, and an idea came to his mind.
Isn't this the greatest blessing right in front of you?
Hong Yi looked struggling, clenched his fists fiercely, thinking of his mother who was scolded for correcting a line of poetry, and then died in depression.
"laugh!"
Hong Yi's nails dug into his flesh fiercely. He ran out from the grass and came behind Meng Chuan and the others. Looking at the backs of the four of them, he bent his waist deeply, bending as low as possible.