The Wu Clan was divided, and a piece of the huge golden dragon of luck in the sky above the Wu Court was peeled off and floated away with Qiang Liang and others.
The great masters of the three realms soon knew about such a big thing. Deep in the earth, Houtu and Xuanming looked at each other and smiled bitterly.
"The ancient twelve ancestral witches are the symbol of the Wu Clan. The split between the ancestral witches represents the complete end of an era of the Wu Clan. Sister, with you, Your Majesty Xuantong, and the second brother in the witch court, we are destined to stand forever in the ancient times.
On the earth. But the ancient witch tribe has lost the protection of the witch court and is destined to be unable to move forward. I want to go over and hold up a world with them, so that the spirit of the ancient witch can be like the stars in the sky, everlasting."
Hou Tu sighed: "Do you also think that we have taken the wrong path? I have not abandoned the spirit of the ancient witch, but when the fate of the entire ethnic group depends on me, I will not just do whatever I want for myself.
Already."
Xuan Ming shook his head and said: "You did the right thing. If it weren't for your painstaking planning and dedication, the Wu clan would have no hope of rising, nor would I have achieved what I have today, and the dead brothers, such as Qiang Liang and others, would not have been able to survive."
Possible resurrection."
"But the well-being of the witch people is important, and the spirit of witches also needs to be passed down by people. If the spirit that a group of people relies on disappears without a trace in the world, then no matter how powerful it is, it can still be called the past.
Ethnic group?"
Hou Tu smiled helplessly: "Well, you and your second brother have the same idea, what else can I say? However, although I am an ancestral witch, I already have my own family, and I cannot betray my husband and son.
, From now on, we will go our separate ways."
"But we are still sisters."
"Of course, even if we meet each other one day, my hands will never be stained with witch blood. We are still brothers and sisters connected by blood."
Hou Tu breathed a sigh of relief and officially parted ways with Xuan Ming. Finally, he gave some advice: "But you'd better guide some brothers when you go. Having an unyielding spirit is not a fool's errand. You have to wait for the time and act according to your ability."
Yes, you can be dissatisfied with the rule of heaven, but just think about it in your mind and don't take actual actions. Otherwise, I can save you for a while, but I can't save you forever."
Xuan Ming nodded sincerely, "We just want to maintain spiritual independence. We don't want to be smoothed by time or overwhelmed by power. We are not trying to overthrow the rule of heaven. If they didn't have too much hatred with Di Jun this time, they might not
in this way."
Although two people were communicating, in fact the six martial arts saints were connected in spirit, and together they transformed the will of the earth and reshaped the five major continents, so the other five saints were watching.
Ying Long was holding a golden sword, with the word "Slaying the Witch" in the twisted demonic text on it particularly conspicuous. He glanced at Xuan Ming and suddenly said: "Qiang Liang and others violated the will of heaven in order to prevent Emperor Jun from being resurrected. Xuan Ming
If the ancestral witch openly associates with them, he will definitely be implicated."
"Although you are a saint, if you lead the ancient witch clan against Heaven, there will be no good results. Since you are bent on being incompatible with the entire world, I suggest you find a remote place to enclose your own territory, otherwise, you will be too worried.
If it is iron, it will be broken one day."
Xuan Ming raised his eyebrows, glared coldly in his eyes, and said stiffly: "Why do we, the Wu Clan, need outsiders to tell us what to do? Yinglong, I know that you have always regarded yourself as the sword in the hands of the Emperor of Heaven, and you can't stand the ancient Wu Clan who defy the will of Heaven, but wait.
When there is a real attack by the heavenly soldiers, it won’t be too late for you to jump out and stand up for the master.”
"I don't know why, but I just remind you not to forget how you got your status as a saint. Remember, the person who can give you everything can also deprive you of everything. Without the status of saint, do you still have such confidence?"
There was a strong smell of gunpowder between the two, Queen Houtu's face turned dark, and Patriarch Kunpeng came out to smooth things over: "Okay, are you sure about the future? Maybe those who say they are mighty and unyielding now, after experiencing the reality of the battle, will
I just changed my mind!”
"After all, time is like a knife, and it can change many things silently. The original intention that I once thought was unswerving will eventually fade away after a long, long time. You think that you have not forgotten your original intention and forged ahead, but in fact, what you insist on may not be the same.
It’s just that obsession with the original intention, the true original intention, has long been transformed in the turbulent flow of time.”
The corner of Xuan Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he said sarcastically: "Fellow Taoist Kunpeng is indeed a Taoist master. He has a whole philosophy of life, and he believes it all. If he doesn't set up a religion to educate the world, it would be a dereliction of his talent."
"I'm ashamed. I expressed my feelings at the moment and made you laugh."
Everyone: "..."
Just when the Wu clan was splitting and Qiang Liang and others were rushing towards the long river of humanity, Dongsheng Shenzhou, a young Taoist dressed in snow-white clothes and carrying a pure Yang Dao sword fell from the sky like a meteor and stopped in Kunlun.
In the mountains.
"White Crane Boy, please go and report that Chunyang Master Lu Dongbin, the first of the Eight Immortals of Renjiao Shangdong, has come to pay homage to the mountain."
The boy Baihe heard that the Taoist's tone was not very respectful. He was angry at first, thinking that it was nothing special for someone to teach the Eight Immortals in the Cave. He was just a registered disciple of the great master, and his status was not as good as mine. He actually yelled at me.
, Yi Zhiqi makes.
But when he raised his eyes and met Chunyang Taoist's warm and gentle eyes, for some reason, he couldn't get angry at all in his heart. He bowed respectfully and then turned around to report to Mr. Guangchengzi outside Yuxu Palace.
After a while, the boy Baihe came out again and said, "Master Guangchengzi has invited Senior Brother Lu, please come with me!" As he said this, he felt a little lack of confidence for some reason, so he added: "It's not that Master Guangchengzi refused to go out to greet him in person because of his entrustment.
In fact, I have something important going on and I can't get away from it, so don't be surprised, senior brother."
"Of course it's not surprising. Taoist Master Guangchengzi is one of the most quasi-sages in the Taoist sect, and he is also the chief disciple of Yuxu Palace. He helps the saints manage the sect. It is understandable that the noble man is busy with things and can't take time off."
Lu Dongbin smiled softly, his voice was gentle and pleasant, showing the splendor of a generation of swordsmen. After speaking, he waved his hand casually and said: "Lead the way."
Baihe boy was in front, Lu Dongbin was behind, bypassing countless formation restrictions in Kunlun Mountain, and soon arrived at a Taoist temple. Guang Chengzi was dressed in purple ribbon fairy clothes, with three strands of long beard fluttering, and he looked like a Taoist immortal. He was already waiting for him.
In Taoist temple.
Lu Dongbin walked into the main hall and saw the famous Taoist Quanzhen, who faced countless quasi-sages in the three realms in the posture of Daluo Jinxian. He was not embarrassed or humble at all, but exuded an indescribable majesty. He bowed his head and said
: "Senior Brother Guangchengzi is so polite. The poor Taoist Chunyang Master Lu Dongbin is here to visit!"
"Junior brother Lu, you are polite!"
Guangchengzi returned the salute, and the two of them raised their heads together, their eyes met instantly, and each saw in the other's eyes the indescribable evolution of Taoism. Mountains, flowing water, starry sky, sea, life, time and other natural things are all evolving in their own way.
The way to interpret a thousand changes.
"Huh? How come Junior Brother Lu's Tao has changed so much, is vast, profound and unimaginable. What's more important is that the original blazing Tao of Pure Yang actually creates yin within yang, and yin and yang complement each other."
As he said this, he was suddenly startled, "You are not Junior Brother Lu. How could you possibly pretend to be Junior Brother Lu and come to Kunlun? What do you want?"
Lu Dongbin glanced at Guang Chengzi with admiration, his eyes suddenly became one black and one white, interpreting the theory of yin and yang being mixed together, his aura became more neutral, peaceful, vast and pure, and his facial features also changed slightly, turning into a specious person.