The Ghost Golden Sheep began to complain about Xiao Ruanda.

In fact, it is also a disguised version of Tianhe Legion.

It's just that the original Suzaku Constellation Group was very strong, but with the fall of Suzaku, the entire constellation began to decline, and today it has lost its right to speak in the Immortal Court.

"Oh, it's okay!" Xiaoruan patted Gui Jinyang's head and consoled him: "There is still a long way to go. Maybe one day things will get better."

"No!" Gui Jinyang wiped his tears and knelt in front of Xiaoruan. Lihua kowtowed with tears and shouted: "You are Suzaku. When you return to the Suzaku constellation, I believe that we will be able to return to each other in a few years."

peak!"

"I think of the Suzaku in those days, which stretched across the wild seas, scorched the sky, and supported the entire south with its own power. The name of the Suzaku suppressed the south and dominated the world!"

"You are the future mythical beast Suzaku, and we are the southern stars that are only loyal to you. We do not respect the Emperor of Heaven, but only respect the Suzaku. Boss, don't you even know how much I miss you..."

The ghost golden sheep cried like a child who was bullied. Today he finally found his parents, even though this parent may be more than ten generations younger than his grandson.

Xiaoruan smiled awkwardly and touched his head: "I didn't know I was so strong."

The same scene is happening in the Western Constellations Palace.

With a bewildered face, the dark white tiger was carried by a group of northern stars onto a barbaric throne filled with beast bones.

"Welcome the White Tiger back to his throne!"

"From now on, the Western Constellations have returned to their peak!"

"I wish my lord White Tiger long live long live!"

A group of Western stars with unimaginable qualifications surrendered to the Deep White Tiger, while the Deep White Tiger himself was stunned on the throne of the wilderness.

"Oh my god, am I that powerful?"

The dark white tiger murmured to himself with shock in his eyes: "These old guys down here must all be at least a few thousand years old. I'm going to be so damn developed."

The western constellations are headed by Kuimu Lang and Bi Yuewu.

Because after entering the realm of the Bronze God, the biological body can already cycle and purify itself. As long as it does not encounter external attacks, it can theoretically survive indefinitely.

In addition, these two constellations are already strong and low-key, and they can turn big problems into trivial matters, so they have lived safely for nearly ten thousand years.

Even if we count two hundred generations up from the deep white tiger, I am afraid that none of them will live as long as Kui Mulang and Bi Yuewu.

So when these two old guys were respectful to the deep white tiger, you can imagine how excited the deep white tiger was.

Just turn over and sing as a serf.

I am no longer the little tiger I was before!

The dark white tiger coughed twice. Although his whole body was shaking due to excessive excitement, he still pretended to be majestic and said: "Everyone, get up. From now on, the white tiger, the leader of your stars, is back!"

"Yes, boss!"

Looking at the group of respectful western stars, the deep white tiger's heart was so full that it was about to touch the moon.

Hahaha, it’s developed, it’s really developed!

…

Deep in the Fairy Garden, at the gate of the Peach Garden.

"Ancestor, do you really want to take me to see my ancestor?"

The old red fox was a little excited.

On the one hand, I met Ziyunxian, the founder of Taifeng Sect.

On the other hand, Ziyunxian actually brought him to see his ancestor!

"I have long heard that our ancestors have a master above them. I never thought that before I was buried, I would be able to meet the most primitive ancestors of our sect!"

The old red fox rubbed his hands, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ziyunxian is wearing a purple Taoist robe, looks like a middle-aged man, and has a majestic look on his face.

"Wait a minute, Master, he seems to be practicing."

"No, when you have reached the level of our ancestors, if you want to practice, what kind of level of practice should you practice? Is it the kind that creates the first time in the world?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't! Although you have some talent, the reason why I brought you to sword my master is purely for the sake of being the left vanguard of the Tianhe Legion."

The old red fox curled his lips.

Well, in the morning I was still the proud one, but in the afternoon it was all for the sake of the holy tree.

But thinking of this, the old red fox was filled with pride.

Our holy tree has face wherever we go!

…

"Are you that childlike face who can imagine and manifest anything?"

In the inner palace of Lingxiao Palace, the Emperor of Heaven was sitting on a soft couch, looking down at the troubled little bull in front of him.

"Ah, yes, my name is Tong Yan..."

"Here, read this book, then pick a character at random and see if you can make your fantasy come true."

The Emperor of Heaven casually handed over a yellowed ancient book and said calmly: "As long as you can dream up any character in this book, then from now on, you will be my only closed disciple."

Tong Yan's eyes widened and she quickly picked up the ancient book and started reading.

The only closed disciple of the Emperor of Heaven, he can walk around in the Immortal Court just by relying on this title!

A stick of incense burns out quickly.

Tong Yan was still immersed in the ancient book, staring at the characters in the book, and her eyes gradually began to become densely bloodshot.

The characters in the ancient books are all born immortals in the misty era without exception. Each character is a terrifying existence that can create heaven and earth and move mountains and seas.

The Emperor of Heaven naturally knew that there were many difficulties, so he was not in a hurry or rushed. Instead, he lit a new incense, picked up another ancient book, sat in front of Tong Yan and read it with gusto.

One stick of incense burns out after another.

The Emperor of Heaven kept lighting new incense.

Finally, after the thirty-eighth stick of incense was burned out, Tong Yan suddenly threw away the yellowed ancient book and slumped to the ground motionless like a demon.

"Only nineteen hours?"

The Emperor of Heaven glanced at the child's face with interest in his eyes.

Tong Yan's eyes quickly turned white, and at the moment they finally turned completely white, billowing white mist began to evaporate behind him, and the white mist began to gradually condense into specific figures.

"The primitive and barbaric, primitive and misty era. In that era of carnival of life, he was able to become a towering giant of hundreds of thousands of meters, cross the Yangtze River, cross the Yellow River, and finally drag the red sun hanging high in the sky into the world...

…”

Tong Yan murmured to herself.

Those are the words in the yellowed ancient book.

But the Emperor's eyes were already moved. He even put down the book he had been reading for nineteen hours and began to stare at the child's face intently.

"Tianjiao, also a real Tianjiao..."

The Emperor of Heaven murmured to himself.

…

"From today on, you will meditate here and gain enlightenment."

Deep in the west of Xianting, there is a grassland full of Bodhi trees.

Among the grasslands, there is also an iron mountain.

Of course, the nature of this iron mountain is very special.

Made of meteorite iron, its strength is thousands of times that of ordinary iron in the world. Even if it is used by the weapon of the Golden God, it is very likely that it will not be damaged!

An old man wearing a red cassock said to the bald Tibetan Mastiff: "When will the breath you exhale when you close your eyes and meditate grind this iron mountain into powder and cover the entire grassland, then you will be completely enlightened and can
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