The magical power is less than the number of days, and the number of days is no match for someone. It is not only me who would express such feelings. Similarly, in Zixiao Palace, at the same time, the same feelings came from the mouth of Taoist ancestor Hongjun. But they didn't know that now

The man in white was standing in Qingyang Island holding a jade flute, but he was just staring at the sky in a daze.

A quiet song, a vast song, seems to be in a ridiculous but extremely sad tone, and is unwilling to stop for a long time. It seems to be about to tell a person's absurd and boring life, and the notes are constantly among the flowers in Yuyang Flower Garden.

Jumping, it was extremely lively, and the spiritual flowers and fruits bloomed in the garden, and it seemed that it was ignoring the smell of the flute sound.

"I miss home!" The sound of the flute stopped, but the man in white robe showed an expression he had never seen before, and he spoke softly about an emotion.

After so many years, it has been countless years since I accompanied this man to the prehistoric world. Zhuge Qingqing is still like the world of humanity, like a beautiful woman who is not in the world. Today, she is wearing a plain dress and long gown, Gong Dai Piaopiao, as if she is not an ordinary person.

The same is true, but there is a playful smile between the eyebrows.

She smiled very well, even better than she was in the human world. The silver hairpin was still stuck between the buns, and the green hairband kept dancing in the air. It was like a butterfly. Between the eyebrows.

A smile, a clear corner of his mouth, a gentle expression, and a voice flowed out like a clear spring: "So too!"

It's just three faint words, but it's better than countless people in the world.

Suddenly looking at the vastness of the world, the two of them held hands, but their smiles became more meaningful. There were not many people in Qingyang Island who knew what this sentence meant. Time flies, and they were brought from the world of humanity.

Some people have grown old, while others have become accustomed to life here.

The word home seems to be very strange to them. More people are willing to regard this place as their home, because the world has only been a hundred years, and on this prehistoric land and on this Qingyang Island,

They have lived their countless years.

"Qingqing, sometimes I would wonder, is this Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterfly or Butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?" Chen Yuyang suddenly asked.

Zhuge Qingqing covered the corner of her mouth with her little hands, looked at Chen Yuyang, and smiled and said, "Is this important?"

Chen Yuyang was stunned and suddenly laughed. It turned out that the problem he had been struggling with was not important in front of Zhuge Qingqing, the little god of the Zhuge family. So, Chen Yuyang took Zhuge's light hand and walked in Yuyang Flower Garden.

Inside, laughed and asked, "What is important!"

"Life!" Zhuge Qingqing seemed to say it seriously, very seriously: "Life is to be born and live! That's all, whether it's Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies or the butterflies dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, it's just a cloud of clouds.

.Everything is a cloud, and this world should be like this, right?"

I don’t know how long it took, a hint of hearty laughter came from Yuyang Garden. The laughter was powerful and powerful, with a sense of freedom, and the artistic conception was very different. Then came a sigh, very long and very

Chang: "The world is worrying. The scenery is hard to stay. Spring is gone and autumn comes again. The four seasons urge people to grow old, and a hundred years are like, butterflies dream of Zhuangzhou. It looks like a fake in the past, and it is very sad to embrace idle worries. It is generous and fortunate to meet Xiyi religion, and the worldly affairs

, every stroke is drawn, and you will practice diligently. There are ignorant people who can't call back, but Ma Danyang can't turn back. He will beat the ghost without karma, and he will be a skeleton. "

The sound is long and long, but it feels like it is incomprehensible, mysterious and mysterious. The entire Qingyang Island was once enveloped in Chen Yuyang's nameless poem. Although there are some monsters and elves born and raised in the island, they cannot understand it.

Some words in the poem, but more people came from that world. This poem can't help but evoke memories from many people.

"Yuyang, let's go back!" Zhuge said softly.

Chen Yuyang thought for a while and pondered for a moment: "It's not that I don't want to leave, but the prehistoric world is the foundation of the human world. Things in the prehistoric world cannot be solved, and the crisis in the human world will follow. I really can't leave, I can't leave!"

At this time, Xihe Niuzhou, the lower realm, was so full of demonic energy that it was extremely smoky. The entire Jilei Mountain was quiet in a strange atmosphere. Xihe Niuzhou had gathered countless times in just a few decades.

This is not a coincidence. Not long after the Six Paths, no one noticed that the manpower in Qingyang Island was mobilized.

Qingyang Island has always been the two main forces of the Du Tianjun and the Demon Clan. Since many years, the imperial guards on Qingyang Island have completely become the Heavenly Clan. Those demons have not appeared on Qingyang Island for a long time.

Chen Yuyang started to make this move from no idea when.

The ten demon kings of the human world have quietly appeared in Xihe Niuzhou.

The powerful force has been dormant in Xihe Niuzhou and has not moved until the arrival of Kuiu. For a moment, Xihe Niuzhou began to dance around.

Jilei Mountain is the place where demons gather in the lower realm. Chen Yuyang once investigated it. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Moreover, it is a must-pass place for Buddhism to cross the east and cannot be avoided. It can be said to be a rare place.

.At this moment, the leader of Tongtian Sect sat down and rode the Kui Niu here, but he changed his name. Of course, no one would know the background of this bull, so he, the demon king, was also very carefree.

"Old Niu, now Xihe Niuzhou is the most awesome in your old Niu. It's so awesome. My brothers are relying on you old Niu. If you have any good things, don't forget our brothers!" The speaker was silver.

His hair and face were as clean and handsome as a knife, and he raised his wine glass and looked very free and easy.

Kui Niu, that is, the Bull Demon King, looked at the figure who had been staying in Xihe Niuzhou and became the ancestor of the demons in Xihe Niuzhou. He didn't know what he was thinking. He guessed the identity and background of this silver wolf king.

Even if I can't explain it clearly, drinking wine to the corner of my mouth will not feel the same.

"Old Lang, tell me the truth, what is your foundation?" Bull Demon King couldn't help asking.

If it is someone else, you will definitely not ask so unscrupulously. After all, asking about others' foundation is a very taboo thing. However, since the Bull Demon King came to Niuzhou, he has always had a good relationship with this wolf, and it can even be said that

A rare drinker. That's why he dared to ask boldly.

The man's face suddenly became stunned. Although it was only a moment, the strength he showed in that moment was in the eyes of Bull Demon King. Even in the Biyou Palace, there were not many people who dared to face the front.

The confrontation made the tremor in Bull Demon King's heart even more shocked.
Chapter completed!