"Amei!!!"

Jiang Lan's body suddenly shook, as if she was struck by lightning. Her eyes looked at Jiang Yan were full of surprise and disbelief.

But soon, he recovered and asked anxiously: "Yan'er, is what you said... resurrection true?"

The God of Life King Zuo Qiumei, this is Jiang Lan’s biggest pain in his life.

Zuo Qiumei, who was originally Jiang Lan's confidante, became cannon fodder in the confrontation between the Holy Emperor's power and the casual cultivator's power. Jiang Lan watched helplessly as her lover died, but she was powerless, and she was disheartened from then on.

Jiang Yan was also frightened by Jiang Lan's changes and said quickly, "This... I heard that the master of the group leader is Da Luo, who knows everything, so I think it is not impossible to resurrect Aunt Zuo Qiu."

"Da Luo?"

Jiang Lan was slightly lost in his mind, and recalled Jiang Yan's previous description of Da Luo, his expression became a little solemn.

Is there really such powerful people with great powers in this world?

...

"What? Let my master take action to resurrect Zuo Qiumei?"

In the chat group interface, Gu Kun looked at Jiang Yan's request and held her forehead with one hand, but didn't know what to say about her.

"Group owner, my Uncle Lan fell in love with Aunt Zuo Qiu back then, but the result was..."

"Stop talking, I know what's going on. It's just that my confidante was besieged and eventually died, his soul was scattered, but he was powerless." Gu Kun said that I had seen so many things before traveling through time.

"Ah? Group Master, do you know about Uncle Lan? Then see if you can invite your master..." Jiang Yan was stunned and asked with expectation.

Gu Kun interrupted Jiang Yan directly and replied, "There are all ants under Daluo."

After sending this speech, Gu Kun's avatar was displayed offline, which made Jiang Yan a little at a loss.

In the grand and boundless palace, Chuan Yun looked at Jiang Yan's speech, shook his head with a faint smile, picked up a cup of tea from the chopping board, and looked at the leaves of the Enlightenment Tea that were quietly lying in the tea with the patterns of the Great Dao. The Taoist rhyme and fragrance in it made people feel refreshed!

"Jiang Yan, you'd better not be the group leader teacher."

"Why?" Jiang Yan asked in confusion.

"What a supreme existence, Da Luo is, how could it be so easy to ask them to take action?"

After replying to Jiang Yan, Chuan Yun continued to taste the tea carefully and took a sip. When the tea was in his mouth, the tea fragrance was fragrant, and the rich essence of life spread in his body, washing away his limbs and bones. At the same time, countless principles of heaven and earth emerged in his mind, and he fell into a state of nearly enlightenment.

After the chat group was offline, Gu Kun recalled Jiang Yan's request just now, his face was gloomy and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

When I, Wuzhuangguan, is engaged in charity? I still want to ask Da Luo to take action? You should take a shower and go to bed.

It's simple if you want to resurrect Zuo Qiumei.

Just wait for your brother-in-law to become the controller of Hongmeng, and then ask him.

...

In the elegant and exquisite pavilion, Zhen Yuanzi sat leisurely on the stone bench, staring at the simple Taoist books in his hand in a star. In front of him was a young Taoist, with a respectful and humble expression, just as before.

After about a stick of incense, Zhen Yuanzi put down the Taoist book in his hand, picked up a cup of tea, looked at Gu Kun in front of him, and said with a kind look, "Disciple, you met the Emperor of Heaven there last time in that world."

"Master, this is true." Gu Kun did not hide it and nodded slightly, "The fellow Taoists who I met through the chat group encountered some trouble in that world, so the disciples personally took a trip."

After a pause, Gu Kun said in a deep voice, "Although my disciple's fellow Taoists had some conflicts with the monks in that world, the disciple finally came forward to resolve the dispute peacefully and made some transactions with the Emperor of Heaven."

Zhen Yuanzi responded mediocrely to Gu Kun's use of the prehistoric weapon refining technique to exchange for the ancestor sword, but he just took a sip of tea, as if he didn't care about this matter.

"Disciple, do you really want to know that Emperor Fuxi of Heaven?" Putting down the teacup in his hand, Zhen Yuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Which is the trumpet of the great power in the prehistoric world?"

"Disciple is stupid, please ask your master for advice." Gu Kun bowed, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help asking, "Master, could it be that person?"

Zhen Yuanzi naturally knew who the "that person" in Gu Kun's mouth refers to. He raised his hand and stroked the three beautiful beards under his jaw, and smiled faintly, "It's that person indeed."

Gu Kun's face changed slightly, his heart trembled slightly, he pursed his lips, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

As expected, I guessed it right. The Emperor Fuxi in the Immortal Sword World was the vest trumpet of the Emperor Xi.

Gu Kun was both happy and afraid when he thought of himself chatting and laughing with a Da Luo's vest.

"You don't have to be afraid. Daluo has transformed into hundreds of millions of billions of people, reflecting the heavens, and trumpets that are spread all over the world beyond the prehistoric world. I don't know how big it is." Zhen Yuanzi smiled and shook his head gently, Feng Qingyun said calmly, "Even if someone is offended, he often doesn't care."

"Thank you for your clear instructions, Master." Gu Kun breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Zhen Yuanzi.

I guess Fuxi didn't care much about a mere six-level trumpet. It is very likely that when Gu Kun was chatting and laughing with the Emperor, Fuxi was still watching the show in the prehistoric world.

Even if you have to deal with others, Gu Kun probably won’t be his turn! Didn’t you see the fan of the prehistoric world, a bunch of time travelers with souls passing through Fuxi?

Gu Kun even suspected that there were many German orthopedics among them.

"Then..." Gu Kun thought for a moment, then asked again, "Are the other two of the ancient three emperors in the Immortal Sword World also the trumpets of those two?"

Zhen Yuanzi did not directly answer Gu Kun, but asked back, "Do you know "Journey to the West"?"

"Journey to the West? I've read it"

Gu Kun was also a little confused. Zhen Yuanzi asked himself what he was doing?

"Who is doing the work of replenishing the sky in Journey to the West?"

Doing the matter of replenishing the sky?

Gu Kun fell into deep thought and quickly searched through the memories of his past lives in his mind, and soon found the answer.

It was the name of Taishang Laojun who transformed into Nuwa and refined stones to repair the sky.

"I understand!"

Gu Kun's eyes shrank suddenly, and he suddenly realized what Zhen Yuanzi meant.

Fuxi in the world of Xianjian is indeed the trumpet of Emperor Xi, but Nuwa and Shennong are not the trumpet of those two.

To put it more easily understandable, it is just a Fuxi trumpet that pretends to be Nuwa and Shennong!

But why did he do this? Fuxi, the Emperor of Heaven in the Immortal Sword World, caused trouble for Shennong and Nuwa.

Your own trumpet is your own trumpet?

Gu Kun said that his Taoism is still shallow and he cannot understand the truth.

Wait a minute!

Gu Kun calmed down and quickly began to think about another possibility.
Chapter completed!