The reed flowers bloom, layer by layer, like waves rolling thousands of layers of snow, which is so beautiful. Unlike the reed flowers that Zhaoming has seen, the reeds here are particularly white and have no trace of gray. When the flowers bloom, all the leaves fall down, and the entire branches are only flowers that look like cotton wool and are no more beautiful.

What's more different is that the reed flowers here are in full bloom, and there are bursts of fragrance, like orchids and musk, with a quiet and clear heart. It is like an invisible scarf that stirs the smoke, flying gently above this sea of ​​reed flowers, making people intoxicated.

Waiting for two months before seeing the figure of the immortal woman made Zhaoming feel a little restless. At this moment, seeing this sea of ​​flowers and smelling the fragrance of flowers, his floating mood calmed down for no reason.

It was as if a gust of autumn wind was blowing through the sea of ​​my heart, sweeping away all worries like fallen leaves, without leaving any left.

He was intoxicated and could hardly extricate himself. After a long time, Zhaoming gradually came to his senses.

What a sea of ​​reed flowers, Zhaoming sighed in his heart. His mental power is pretty good, and he can actually make him lose his mind so much, which shows the benefits and disadvantages. If there is still potential danger in this sea of ​​flowers, the moment just now would probably be fatal.

However, since there is no danger, this sea of ​​flowers will become an indelible picture in my heart.

The place where the immortal women can stop is indeed extraordinary. Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them, Zhaoming had the idea of ​​living in seclusion here without realizing it.

"Look at the disillusionment of stars in the universe, wandering around the world, and stepping on the top of Mount Sumeru. I have ambitions, hide the dragon and lie on the tiger, and I have to show it, but I also hope for a peaceful life, stay away from disputes, and sit and watch the tides grow and die, and the clouds roll and unfold."

"This is a contradictory heart and a difficult journey. How to choose a path between prosperity and tranquility that will not be without others and without yourself will definitely be a dilemma for your life."

The words of the bitter monk suddenly came to his mind, which made Zhaoming's breathing stagnate.

Looking back on what this powerful bald man said that day, the King of Shang Yang was silently refuted, which made Shura feel angry and embarrassed, but what he said to himself was confusing.

But at this moment, Zhaoming suddenly felt that he seemed to have returned to that illusion and stood on the mountain.

I hope to find the Demon Emperor, let the Demon Clan return to the prehistoric continent as a strong man, and reappear the prosperity of the Demon Clan. I will be in a state of great excitement when I think about it. Perhaps this is what the Demon Clan said.

While holding on to this kind of thought, he also yearns for the current life that is far away from the disputes of practice and the whirlpool of the world. Whether it is on Baili Cliff or Luhua Island in front of him, Zhaoming feels an unprecedented relaxation, a feeling of releasing the fusion of the mind and the whole world, which is very comfortable.

Zhaoming also truly experienced the contradictory heart that the bitter monk said at this moment.

If the Demon King can be found, the prehistoric continent will surely cause trouble again. The rise and destruction of a race will not happen in a day. At that time, there will be bloody storms, corpses everywhere, and the whole world will be in chaos.

There is no end to the nest under the collapse of the nest, and the prehistoric world is in chaos. I am afraid that there will be no real tranquility in the whole world.

Acao's hatred must be avenged, and he must also understand his hatred for the witch clan. But too many troubles are not what he wants.

Which kind of life is what I really want? Zhaoming suddenly realized that he really couldn't judge. Contradictory hearts inevitably arise.

As the Suffering Monk said, how to choose a path between prosperity and tranquility that will not mislead others but yourself will be the most difficult thing for you to solve.

No longer obsessed with the beautiful scenery in front of you, Zhaoming sat cross-legged. Try to think about this in his heart, hoping to find a way to achieve the best of both worlds.

Baili Cliff and Luhua Island kept flashing in their minds, Wudao and Sky Ridge kept appearing in their minds. The two were like two huge peaks constantly colliding with the intention of smashing each other, but they were the same. They could not defeat each other at all.

The impact of the mind is like a huge vortex circling in the heart, making it difficult to make your own decision.

The troubles like gravel poured down and instantly turned into snowflakes all over the sky. Under a huge pear tree, a woman dressed in white like snow gently shook the pear blossoms.

After a long time, everything shattered in my mind and disappeared bit by bit, and Zhaoming finally opened his eyes.

Zhaoming couldn't find the answer if one had to do it, and the other wanted it in his heart.

It is rumored that after the cultivation level reaches a certain level, the level of true qi cannot be improved by relying on the realm of mind. It is probably the same as before. Your state of mind is not enough. If there was no need for a monk who gave a message to remind him, you would not even be able to see such a contradiction in your heart.

But even if I saw the problem and the realm was not enough, I couldn’t think of how to solve it, so I could only look at it while walking.

The blooming flowers have begun to fade and fall, and in the bustling crowds, like heavy snow, and small seeds have begun to bear on many reed poles. Perhaps in a few days, all the reeds here will disappear. The plump seeds, carrying her beauty and hope, fall into the soil and begin the next cycle of life.

After looking at the sky around him, Zhaoming sighed. The fairy woman did not appear and there was no sign of her.

Maybe the other party hurriedly left after a glance here during his meditation period, but his intuition told Zhaoming that it was not the case, but the other party did not come.

With the character of that little witch, you shouldn't miss the beautiful scenery here, but why didn't it appear? Could it be that something was wrong?

For some reason, Zhaoming suddenly felt an indescribable tension, just like he was worried about Acao back then.

Although the fairy woman has great magical powers and strange magical skills, she is only in the realm of an immortal. Even if the celestial immortal cultivator cannot do anything to her, she may not be able to deal with the Xuanxian being a Golden Immortal cultivator.

Just as the disciple of Nanyu Sect in Bailiya said, the little witch may not be so stunning, but she is also quite beautiful, and has an indescribable and elegant temperament that is unforgettable.

If some monks were allowed to see her, they would probably really take action directly. Thinking about the words and deeds of the disciples of the Nanyu Sect in Bailiya, Zhaoming suddenly felt anxious.

I went to the prehistoric continent to look for it, but I was worried about another thing.

If nothing I guessed happened, and once I left here, she happened to come again, wouldn't it be a waste of it?

At that time, she turned back to the prehistoric continent, but she had seen her journey here and continued her journey. The two of them went against each other. The world is so big that God knows when will she find her?

Contradiction is also a contradiction, and I don’t know how to make a decision. Zhaoming, who had no choice but to do anything, actually came up with the easiest way, and threw a stone to ask for directions.

Instead of throwing stones ahead, it is towards the sky.

Go back to the prehistoric world on the front, and stay here on the back.
Chapter completed!