"Uncle Master, Master: Disciple Xuandu respectfully asks Master whether the Holy Body is okay!"
The sound of respectful greetings rang in my ears.
Xu Ji slowly opened his eyes.
Fingers twirling.
Today, he has a resolute and cold demeanor, and his whole body seems to be covered with thick steel armor.
But steel is just his appearance.
Coldness is just his appearance.
deep in his heart.
It is a great will as vast and boundless as the deep space of the universe.
so……
Thoughts were swirling in my heart one by one.
In order to strengthen the sect (country), all means can be used!
In order to develop supreme supernatural powers (to develop industry), any sacrifice is worth it.
Because the situation is urgent!
Because time waits for no one!
Because the opportunity cannot be missed!
so……
You sentient beings, it is best to understand, even if you cannot understand, you must understand!
because……
I was right!
Only I am right!
History will prove it!
There will come a day when heaven, earth and all sentient beings will understand!
Now……
Listen to my orders and obey my instructions.
Dedicate your blood and burn your youth.
Set everything on fire!
Burn with me!
Light up this dark world.
Then……
Let’s create a brand new world together, without any drawbacks!
All kinds of thoughts are circulating in my mind.
It made him become more indifferent, more mysterious, and more tough.
However, deep down in his heart, Xu Ji can still stay awake and know what he is doing.
And he was not panicked, but rather excited.
"This old monster is too scary..." Xu Ji thought in his heart.
"Imitate whoever you want to imitate?"
"Even the mentality, expressions, and emotions can be restored..." He felt his mentality at the moment and moved his fingers.
His eyes seemed to see the world outside this old monster's palace.
The rolling waves roared and rolled up a thousand stories high.
Two tiny figures stood on the wave, trembling.
The sky is purple.
Countless purple smoke hangs down from the sky.
Killing intent is imbued.
"Sure enough..." Xu Ji thought: "The old monster lives on the cliff..."
"He is really the ancestor of the demon sect!"
Then he exhaled softly and said, "Master nephew, please come in!"
The voice had no emotion or warmth, yet it seemed to be full of emotion and had boundless power.
This made Xu Ji feel more curious and puzzled about the origin and past of this old monster.
"perhaps……"
"This so-called 'Xuandu Junior Nephew' can provide me with some useful clues!"
He looked at the rough waves under the cliff.
Feeling the boundless killing intent filling the world.
His inner intuition told him that all these changes were caused by him.
This wasn't the case here in the past.
People squatting at home can stir up the outside world and affect the world.
This is no longer the ancestor of the Demon Cult in the ordinary sense.
I'm afraid...
Only those demon bosses and even immortal giants found in fairy tales of myths and legends can have such power, right?
The simulated heart of an ‘Iron Father’.
It's also beating.
Tell him that he is right.
The origin of this old monster...
More terrifying, powerful and ancient than he imagined.
pity……
Xu Ji searched his memory and found no myths or similar characters.
Journey to the West?
No!
Journey to the East?
nor!
Search God's Notes?
Not even more!
Maybe there are ancient legends like Youyang Zazu?
but……
Xu Ji hasn’t watched it yet.
"When I get back, I'll look for it...check..."
………………………………
"Master Nephew, please come in!"
The ruthless and cold voice of the saint rolled in my ears like thunder.
Upon hearing this, Xuandu quickly bowed his head and bowed three times respectfully.
Looking up, I saw thousands of years old cypresses on Zizhi Cliff, lush green peaches and fragrant apricots all over the palace.
The innate fragrance is astounding to your nostrils.
Biyou Palace!
This saint's monastery finally returned to heaven and earth from outside the three realms.
Xuandu stood up quickly, put on the canopy, and headed towards Biyou Palace.
There was no welcoming boy, and no celestial being came out.
The huge Biyou Palace is deserted and deserted.
But deep inside the palace...
Xuan Du was able to clearly sense that the figure of the Jiejiao Saint was looming.
Silent, colorless, formless.
Blurred, chaotic.
But it really exists, in this Biyou Palace, in this saint’s ashram!
Each of his thoughts are constantly released, interacting with the heaven and earth, stirring up the wind and clouds, and manifesting his artistic conception.
But in this Biyou Palace, he became restrained.
It's like the unfathomable Guixu, like the mysterious Nine Nethers.
Walking among the palace gates and cloisters of Biyou Palace.
Walking under the ancient apricots and peaches of Biyou Palace.
It seems that everywhere is filled with the artistic conception of the saint of Jiejiao.
It seems that every inch of land, every green leaf, and every fruit contains the saint's understanding of the great road and his expectations for all living beings.
And as we get closer and closer to the place where the saint lives.
Xuandu's Taoist heart trembled even more.
He even began to feel a little bit of fear.
The surrounding air seemed to be frozen.
The fragrance seems to contain endless chilling meaning.
On the contrary, Tianpeng, who was following Xuandu, became more relaxed.
His cultivation level is too low, his realm is not enough, and he has no idea what kind of dangers are around him.
If you are not careful and make a mistake, you may immediately arouse the murderous intention of the saint.
Silently, I will be dragged into the saint's thoughts that have settled inside and outside this dojo, and face the great road of intercepting and questioning the saint.
Fortunately, with the Taiqing Sage Talisman in Xuandu's hand to open the way, the journey was uneventful.
Finally, Xuan Dou knew that he had reached his destination.
He raised his head and saw the palace in front of him.
Shangqing Palace!
In the past, it was the place where immortals listened to the Dharma.
He has been here several times, so he knows how to get up there.
Then he took the canopy and released the saint's talisman in his hand.
The Tai Chi Diagram floats upward, spreading clear light, paving layers of immortal roads, and opening the way to the Shangqing Palace in front.
Xuandu hurriedly led the canopy and bowed in front of the treasure hall: "Uncle Master, here you are, my disciple Xuandu, come and pay your respects!"
Tianpeng also hurriedly bowed and said: "Here is the teacher, disciple Tianpeng. I bow my head and bow a hundred times. I respectfully ask the teacher whether the holy body is okay!"
Xuandu said that he had "entered the Dharma Eyes of the Saints of Jie Jiao".
Tianpeng felt that Xuandu would not deceive a little immortal like him.
Of course, I quickly hugged Jie Jiao’s lap and started talking!
……………………
"Canopy?" Xu Ji frowned slightly.
He looked at the figure kneeling outside the hall.
He looks quite handsome and has a dignified appearance.
But inexplicably, Xu Ji still connected the envoy of the 'Haotian Golden Tower and Miluo Heavenly Palace' with the second senior brother who was very familiar in his memory.
There seems to be that silly voice in my ears.
In the whole story, the fat guy with big ears is not only the most active in eating, but also the most active in saluting.
so……
Is the old monster related to Journey to the West?
Am I in the world before the Journey to the West story took place?
