Xiao Kuang solved the fly larvae again but did not go deeper because Xiao Kuang knew that there were many things that Xiao Kuang had not figured out yet. It seemed that the next piece of information related to Tao was not far away. So far, Xiao Kuang
Kuang already felt that he had touched the edge of the universe's code, and Xiao Kuang even believed that his word game had allowed him to see a little light ahead.
Xiao Kuang walked alone on the grassland, looking at the Leng Jade built by the Blue Star people from a distance. It was so majestic and so different. Xiao Kuang looked down at the land under his feet, silently thinking about where the Blue Star people came from.
Planet, will their technology be passed on to humans, and will the way of heaven circulate as part of the way of heaven when they meet the Blue Star people?
Xiao Kuang firmly believes that these awesome guys are also controlled by heaven! So Xiao Kuang is not afraid that one day they will suddenly launch an attack on humans, and Xiao Kuang knows that humans also have their own protective umbrellas - those hellish Yamas and Xiao Kuang
Kuang Kuang has never met a god. However, Xiao Kuang doesn’t understand why Tao exists. Xiao Kuang knows that it must be closely related to humans. A person appears in the distance, and he quickly spots Xiao Kuang and grabs a handful of black canine teeth.
The sword appeared in his hand. Xiao Kuang quickly explained that Xiao Kuang was not a bad person, but the man actually stabbed Xiao Kuang with a nimbly wave of his hand. Xiao Kuang relied on his recent practice with the sword taught by Lan Long.
He tried to dodge but was still hit by the sword. Oh! Xiao Kuang's Qingming Sword blocked the front and the huge repulsive force forced Xiao Kuang to take three steps back!
Xiao Kuang's attack action was launched immediately. He held the sword and rushed towards the man. Xiao Kuang's speed was extremely exaggerated. He was in front of him in a blink of an eye and had no time to dodge. Xiao Kuang swiped his sword with all his strength.
The man kept backing up to avoid Xiao Kuang's continuous attacks. However, Xiao Kuang's attack was not over. Xiao Kuang struck out with another sword with a ferocious face, and followed the second sword with three consecutive slashes. It is estimated that if Xiao Kuang hadn't
Kuang didn't want his life. This person had died just now, but Xiao Kuang was not an unreasonable person. Who knows that we are a person who has studied the Book of Changes!
Just as he was about to take back the sword, the man rushed up again without mercy. Damn, he was really bullying! "Boy! Don't blame Xiao Kuang for being ruthless!" Xiao Kuang was about to kill him when suddenly Xiao Bailong
It came with a hurricane, and the man was turned around several times by the hurricane. Xiao Kuang also took the opportunity to leave here with Xiao Bailong. Xiao Kuang found that there were more and more mysterious people recently!
Seemingly realizing that there must be a secret hidden in it, Lan Long later told Xiao Kuang this secret. It turns out that now is the time for the great assimilation of the universe. In a few years during the Spring Festival, a door to the universe will open, and all life will witness this.
A sacred moment. So Lan Long firmly believes that those mysterious people came to the city of Hangzhou to witness the opening of the door to the universe. Wow! There is such explosive news! Haha! It’s a pity that Xiao Kuang hasn’t figured out what Tao is, otherwise he would be
If you explain the truth of the universe in front of everyone, you don’t envy the dead!
While I was dreaming, a loud sound suddenly came from the distance. It sounded like the sound of troops running. After a while, Xiao Kuang understood what it was. At the corner in front, a dozen soldiers from the Blue Star were running in a neat line.
Apparently they knew someone was invading Leng Jade, so they immediately sent people here to see who the intruder was!
Xiao Kuang led this group of people back to the grassland where that person appeared, but after all, that person was also a person with a mysterious background and an unusually high IQ. Seeing this formation, he turned around and ran away. A dozen Blue Charming Star people immediately stepped aside
Reporting to the headquarters, they chased after each other. In short, Xiao Kuang, Xiao Kuang and Xiao Bailong looked far away and did not see the tail of this large force! Although Xiao Bailong is usually very fast, he did not want to lead Xiao Kuang in pursuit.
So Xiao Kuang could only watch the group of people chase one person and disappear from Xiao Kuang's sight.
To be honest, if that person hadn't attacked Xiao Kuang just now, Xiao Kuang really didn't want these Blue Star people to deal with that Earthling. After all, Xiao Kuang is also an Earthling, right? Xiao Kuang and Xiao Bailong turned around and looked at
Blue Dragon and Black and White Wuchang, after all, this place has passed their boundary, they seem a little embarrassed!
It's a pity that God didn't seem to give Xiao Kuang any hint! Xiao Kuang only knew that maybe Xiao Kuang would understand the secret of the passage before the Spring Festival in a few years. Maybe Xiao Kuang still didn't understand it. But Xiao Kuang knew that no matter what day, Xiao Kuang would
There are unexpected gains, the beginning of the great assimilation of the universe, which means that the entire universe will usher in a new era, everyone will change as a result, and the entire world will also take on a new look.
Blue Dragon and Black and White Wuchang disappeared again, but Xiao Kuang knew that they didn't leave! They were just hiding around Xiao Kuang! But Xiao Kuang who lied all the way also didn't meet anyone who attacked Xiao Kuang, haha, look at Xiao Bailong
He laughed out loud at the bush growing in this place, it was his favorite plant to eat!
While Xiao Bailong was eating delicious food, a familiar voice appeared above his head. "Brother Li Xiaokuang? Are you okay?" Judge Cui asked, looking at the cracks on Xiao Kuang's clothes that were cut by the sword.
Xiao Kuang raised his head and glanced at it. It was Judge Cui and said, "Hey! How could Xiao Kuang know that he would meet a mysterious person? I don't know his origins, and I don't understand why he would attack Xiao Kuang!"
"Is that man wearing a white robe with Baiman Mountain embroidered on his chest?" Judge Cui's voice suddenly became louder.
"Yeah! What's wrong?"
"It seems that people from Baiman Mountain really took action!"
"What's going on?"
Judge Cui smiled: "There is a sect in this continent that was once so powerful that it was the only enemy that could defeat Shushan. Come with me, and I will find an insider to tell you!"
I followed Judge Cui to the ghost town. After entering, Judge Cui introduced Xiao Kuang to Di Ting. Hearing that Xiao Kuang was being chased by people from Baiman Mountain, the old man laughed so hard that he almost lost his temper!
"What are you doing?" Xiao Kuang got a little angry seeing them laughing all the time.
Di Ting saw Xiao Kuang getting angry and then managed to stop laughing. "You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
"You are the reincarnation of Ziwei Tianxing, and what you met is Yang Yingjie, the ghost king of Baiman Mountain. It seems that the transformation to a god again is about to begin!"
"What? Xiao Kuang is the reincarnation of Ziwei Tianxing? Is Xiao Kuang really his reincarnation?"
Di Ting laughed and said: "That Baiman Mountain is the biggest villain on earth. All righteous cultivators swear to use everything they have to defend the way of heaven and kill Baiman Mountain."
"They think Xiao Kuang's discovery has something to do with the way of heaven, so they came to assassinate Xiao Kuang, right?"
"Of course, because hidden in this word game is the source of cosmic power, and the ultimate goal of your word game is to welcome the source of darkness where light drives out darkness and destroys everything!"
"Is all this related to the secret of Tao? It's not like those people from Baiman Mountain want to surpass the Tao of Heaven and come to trouble Xiao Kuang, right?"
Everyone present was immersed in silence.
Xiao Kuang returned to the clinic, turned on the computer, and Xiao Kuang started a new calculation. Because this matter was of great importance, Xiao Kuang could not give up the creation of this novel. = Use the positions of these letters in Chinese Pinyin to get a
String number=175113152221315
Add 17 and 22 to get 39 which is divided into 381. Add 5 and 1 and it is divided into 33. Add 2 into 11 and add 15 and 15 to get the number string 3813113303113
Remove the two golden numbers 3113 and the remaining number is 38130
The cosmic information contained in this word is
3=has 3 ocelli
8=From the midthorax to the 8th segment of the abdomen, each segment has a pair of valves, a total of 10 pairs.
1=On both sides of the first section of the locust’s abdomen, there is a pair of half-moon-shaped membranes, which are the locust’s hearing organs.
30=There are nearly 30 species of locusts in the world
"Li Xiaokuang, we should prepare! After listening to Xiao Kuang's story, Su Yanni looked at Xiao Kuang and said sadly: "We should find a place to hide first!"
"Oh! I have nothing to be afraid of. I will be very worried about you and Chen Lingshan when the time comes!" Xiao Kuang said, stroking Xiao Kuang's ring. "I want to close the Chinese medicine clinic and send you away!"
"No!" Su Yanni said seriously at this time. "How can I leave you at this time?"
"You don't listen to me, do you want me to be angry?" Xiao Kuang moved the Earth God Bone Ring on his hand. "It doesn't matter, I will pick you two back after a while! Well! As long as Xiao Kuang does his best.
Everything will be fine for sure, right?"
Su Yanni nodded very seriously. "Well, the people in Baiman Mountain must be extremely cunning. We may distract you here, but you promise to pay attention to your own safety!"
"Yeah, I understand. I think the Conferring of Gods is about to begin, and I heard that there is a person imprisoned in Mount Tai who has a close relationship with me. He is actually Rong Wan'er who owns the Gathering Immortal Sword."
I have traveled through the universe and endured endless loneliness... Even if I have perfected my cultivation today, I still have to face that problem...
There was no one else in front of him, only the jagged mountains and ridges, like ten thousand dragons intertwined and stretching into the distance. The breeze cut the passing white clouds into strands and flew into the sky. In Rong Wan'er's eyes, everything turned into floating clouds.
It seems to be as elegant as a fairy, but in fact it is controlled by the wind without any freedom.
The red leaves on the mountain are like fire, layer upon layer, and the wind blows over and makes a rustling sound, like a sad woman whispering softly, or like a burning sea of fire, swaying and jumping with the flame of youth. The decaying grass on the hillside is undulating.
For a long time, Rong Wan'er's favorite thing was to look there, looking from a distance, as if he saw that male fairy who likes to play the flute again.
Rong Wan'er stood in front of the stone wall. She couldn't reach places that were too far away. She could only walk freely within a range of three thousand meters. Rong Wan'er's skirt was fluttering in the wind, and countless wishes appeared in her eyes.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the roar of a dragon beast, and Rong Wan'er once again saw the scene tens of thousands of years ago, with many heroes with long hair and shawls riding war horses and holding long swords, galloping on a battlefield filled with rivers of blood.
On the plain more than ten miles away, smoke and dust were billowing, and it was the people of the demon clan who came. The sound of horns, the roar of beasts, the sound of charging... On the battlefield, strength speaks for itself. When two armies meet, only the brave will win.
That stop was indeed tragic. Rong Wan'er just remembered some old things from the prehistoric times, a world full of swords and swords, and scenes of the frenzied human army fighting bloody battles with the monsters in order to survive.
Rong Wan'er sighed. She remembered the resolute look on the faces of those human heroes. When the flags were tilted horizontally, some of them fell down with their eyes wide open. Arrows were still flying behind them, and rocks were everywhere...
It was October of the Great Wilderness 590, when the Yellow Emperor finally began his journey to unify the five tribes.
In the prehistoric world, a large number of great gods have appeared. These great gods have their own specialties, but without exception, they all respect Hongjun as the Taoist ancestor. Although human life seems so short in the long years of the universe, this does not affect
The determination of these great gods to pity and love them continues life after life, generation after generation, never knowing regrets and never getting tired.
In the most recent Battle of the Gods, the earth was reduced to a small size and countless great gods fell. The huge energy almost destroyed the entire solar system. Zhou Qing knew that it would take countless tribulations to see those people.
Just like this, the cycle repeats over and over again, and the entire universe has not changed because of anyone. All the old lives are destroyed overnight, and everything returns to peace in an instant. The old ones will no longer exist, and the new ones will multiply again in this world.
, a new human civilization is about to be born.
The fall of the powerful gods and the moving of the house follow the irresistible way of heaven. But here, Rong Wan'er is watching all this with cold eyes, and he is pondering all this at this time.
Rong Wan'er sat in the stone house and sighed. The whole stone house was filled with books on cultivation. Except for an album with pictures of many immortals, it was an album about Nuwa, the only one in this stone house.
In addition to Rong Wanyu, you can see the images of people inside.
Rong Wan'er released the soul outside the stone house and saw the fragrance of flowers outside. Although there were no acres of woods, it was a good thing to just have these flowers.
During the day, the place is filled with fairy spirit. Rong Wan'er occasionally comes out to relax. He can take a look at this vibrant world, and even see some human men and women dancing on the opposite hillside. He can hear the beautiful singing of those beautiful girls. Rong Wan'er counts.
I don’t know how many such couples have witnessed their vows here over the past ten thousand years.
In fact, this is the land of joy for love, and people like the tranquility and beauty here.
Whenever the sun sets in the west and night falls, Rong Wan'er's eyes will be attracted to the moon in the sky. Rong Wan'er's beauty makes the stars and moon eclipse, and makes the world bleak.
At this time, you can see a trace of loneliness in Rong Wan'er's eyes, and you can hear Rong Wan'er's mouth murmuring the name of a person, the Sanxian who was ruthlessly sent to the North Pole by Hongjun---
-Yuanfa.
The only ruler of the sacred and terrifying prehistoric world is Hongjun. She is Rong Wan'er's husband and the person Rong Wan'er hates most in his life. Even today, tens of thousands of years later, this hatred has not diminished by half.
…
Rong Wan'er lamented that even if she finally confirmed that Hunyuan became the eighth saint, she still couldn't go to Hongjun to avenge Sanxian Yuanfa. She knew that it would still be difficult to get revenge.
It was another sunset, and Rong Wan'er stood in the dusk with clear tears flowing on her cheeks. Perhaps because of the sadness, the tears flowed drop by drop, and she couldn't stop them from flowing.
Everyone has the softest part in their heart, even the highest level saints are no exception.
There is a ten-thousand-year-old ginkgo tree on a tall cliff. Standing there, its branches have reached into the sky. It is very eye-catching. There is a small earth bag under the tree.
There is no tombstone, no flowers, and a simple small earthen bag is almost flush with the ground. As time goes by and eroded by wind and rain, this unnamed grave has been forgotten in the corner.
That was the tomb of Sanxian Yuanfa's clothes. Rong Wan'er buried Sanxian Yuanfa's clothes under this ginkgo tree thousands of years ago. At that moment, a change occurred in the sky, and the earth slowly
Slowly cracking, the rocks on the mountain began to roll down.
Rong Wan'er knew that it was her true feelings that moved heaven. She stared blankly at the tomb of Sanxian Yuanfa, holding her two palms together hard, and the face of a young man appeared in front of her eyes, with disheveled long hair.
His hair was stained with blood, and apart from his unusually pale face, he looked very ordinary. He was the kind of character who would never be noticed in a crowd.
"Brother Yuanfa, where are you now? Can we meet again?" Rong Wan'er not only murmured to herself, but looked at the motionless night in front of her, her expression became even more confused.
Looking at the mysterious distance, she was filled with doubts.
"I wonder where Hongjun and the Six Saints of the Prehistoric World have gone. Is this place still like the prehistoric world?"
"What happened in the past tens of thousands of years? Are the gods and demons who claim to be immortal still there? Why was I arranged to be released from seclusion and become a god?"
The bright light of the moon shone on Rong Wan'er's holy cheek, and also disturbed Rong Wan'er's heart, which had been lonely for tens of thousands of years.
Rong Wan'er looked up to the sky and shouted: "Who can tell me what I should do now?"
No one answered her.
Rong Wan'er was still thinking about his brother Yuan Fa. At this time, the sunset dyed half of the sky red, and the sky became even weirder, as if a world that had reached its limit of beauty was about to collapse.
Rong Wan'er walked into the stone house with light steps. She knew that there were some things that she had no choice at all and could only move forward step by step.
She walked to her futon and sat down cross-legged, and then began to practice. When she finally completed the twelfth Great Zhoutian, she couldn't help but be stunned. She had never seen such a strong spiritual energy in the stone house. She
I secretly wondered, could it be that some noble person from heaven and earth came to this world?
When Rong Wan'er stretched out her hand to count, her eyes blurred for a while, and a dusty memory was slowly opened. It was a legend about a mortal cultivating immortality...
She remembered the "she" in her heart...
"The sea has changed, the world has been ups and downs... Alas!" Rong Wan'er shook his head. The Sanxian Yuanfa who was tens of thousands of years ago was the first to cultivate from a human to a Sanxian.
But the person who came to the world this time was different. She had two souls. Originally, this was just the most mysterious legend in heaven, but looking at the rich spiritual energy rising in the stone house, endless imagination began to fill Rong Wan'er.
of the whole brain.
At this time, an old man wearing a yellow robe appeared not far in front of the stone house. The old man's beard and hair were all white, and his face was engraved with weather-beaten wrinkles.
An inexplicable emotion surged in Rong Wan'er's heart. This was the first god she had seen after tens of thousands of years of seclusion. Who was she...
She definitely doesn't look like an ordinary person, maybe a god with a lifespan of thousands of years. Compared to the Six Saints of the Ancient World, her magic power is almost nothing.
The old man walked away from here. The speed of her running was frightening, as if a gust of wind swept straight to the horizon.
Rong Wan'er felt that the old man was gone, and thought that although the Six Saints of the Ancient World were dead, some new gods had been born, and Rong Wan'er just felt that they were too weak.
Rong Wan'er looked blankly at the direction in which the old man disappeared, and her intuition told her that the old man had no ill intentions towards her, and there was a very good chance that they would meet again one day.
Rong Wan'er has no idea what the old man's name is.
Then he looked at the plain not far away. At this time, the old man had disappeared, and Rong Wan'er then walked into the house.
"This world has already gone through great changes? Do you still need me to become a god again?" Rong Wan'er thought secretly.
The furnishings in the stone house are very simple, including a wooden bed, a chair, and a desk.
There are more than a dozen books neatly placed on the desk. After thousands of years, the words on the books are still unchanged.
Although she had a prominent life experience thousands of years ago, living in such a circle put her under too much pressure. Being locked up in a stone house by Hongjun Daozu might not be a relief for her.
Rong Wan'er felt a bitter taste in her mouth. The Sanxian Yuanfa she cared about most had long since passed away, and now she was left alone in this world. She felt lifeless.
She laughed at herself: "What's the point of my life? Or do I have to do things for Hongjun, whom I hate so much?"
Rong Wan'er forced herself to calm down and use her innate mystical skills. After ten thousand years, the skills in her body were about to surpass those of Sanqing back then.
Rong Wan'er didn't know that the old man had come back at this moment, holding a flower basket in her hand, filled with fragrant wild flowers. The old man placed the flower basket in the tomb of Sanxian Yuanfa with a pious expression.
Incomparable.
The old man stood in front of the tomb and sighed: "Oh! Why don't you have a tombstone? I think there are many people in this world who are eventually forgotten like you. Now that I have met you, enjoy the few wild flowers I gave you."
After that, the old man sprinkled the wild flowers in the flower basket on the tomb. Hundreds of petals floated down from the air, gradually covering the entire tomb.