The snow on the treetops of the surrounding mountain peaks has not yet melted, reflecting the golden clouds, making it look colorful. Under the white clouds in winter, there are green trees and pines, and the mountains are like embroidery.
The mountain breeze gently caressed the treetops, causing waves to rise and fall, rolling up the floating clouds and white mist in the mountain valleys, turning into a soft gauze, gently covering the bodies of Xiaobai and Xie Heng.
"Brother Calabash, you mean..."
Pointing to the eleven light groups of different colors in front of him, Xie Heng said in surprise:
"These are the spiritual seeds of eleven spiritual creatures? Weren't they all devoured and turned into resentful spirits? How come they were refined into spiritual seeds by you again?"
"Hey, boy, you have seen what I can do."
Ling Yun Gourd smiled proudly.
"As long as the twelve spirit beasts of heaven and earth are still in the Twelve Moon Palace in the long river of time, and as long as the human race still believes in the twelve spirits, then the shadows of the spiritual objects projected into the human world, even if they are extracted and refined, will not
You can reappear through these twelve spiritual seeds."
"This is one of the back-ups left behind by His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven."
"Boy, as long as you have these eleven spiritual seeds, you can communicate with the destiny of the world and breed it again."
"When the time comes, I can also take this opportunity to use my human destiny to refine my body. This will not kill two birds with one stone."
Listening to the smug voice of Ling Yun Gourd, Xiao Bai and Xie Heng looked at each other, and both saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
"Brother Calabash, could it be that you have had this plan from the beginning?"
Listening to Xie Heng's question, Ling Yun Gourd didn't seem surprised, and just said lightly:
"Boy, you can tell me."
Listening to the noncommittal voice of Ling Yun Gourd, Xie Heng became more confident about the guess in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at the bright gourd and smiled faintly.
"Brother Calabash, if Xie's prediction is correct, you should have started planning this matter from the moment you knew about the eleven black lotus demon seeds needed by Shu Cang."
"Oh? How come you can see it?"
"Hey, Brother Calabash, you are the Chaos Mysterious Treasure."
"When Shu Cang was about to swallow the Xuanyuan Order, you could have stopped it, but you just sat back and watched Shu Cang escape. Even after returning to the Imperial City, you only reminded Xie to use the Jianmu Scroll to integrate human destiny."
Having said this, Xie Heng chuckled.
"At that time, Xie was still wondering, Brother Calabash, you can already suppress the fate of humanity, so why did you ask me to integrate the Jianmu Scroll into the origin of the avenue, wasting time."
"I think I'm devouring the projections of the twelve souls for Shu Cang, delaying time so that you can finally get these eleven spiritual seeds."
"All of this, I'm afraid you started planning this from the moment you confirmed that Shu Cang used the black lotus secret method of the Kowloon Holy Sect's demon species."
"Xiao Daojun, what are you talking about? What do you mean?"
Xiaobai was completely confused by Xie Heng's guess at this time, and his smart eyes were full of confusion.
Ignoring Xiao Bai's confusion, Xie Heng's voice became slightly colder.
"It's just, brother Calabash, you are using Xie's life as bait."
Hearing a trace of dissatisfaction in Xie Heng's voice, Ling Yun Gourd said calmly:
"Hehe, boy, as the saying goes, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs."
"Besides, with me here, I will definitely keep you safe and sound. Why are you so angry?"
Seeing that Ling Yun Gourd admitted it directly with a disapproving tone, Xie Heng pointed at this bold gourd and was so angry that he could not speak for a long time.
After a long time, Xie Heng said calmly:
"Brother Calabash, from Xie's point of view, your plan is only half the success. If the human race doesn't agree, then in the end, it will still be a cakewalk."
Xie Heng paused slightly and continued.
"Furthermore, according to what Xie has seen, the current human race seems to be unclear about the twelve souls."
"Otherwise, when Shu Cang sacrificed the twelve resentful spirits, the members of the Xuanyuan royal family would not have reacted so calmly."
"Didn't you once warn me not to have grudges with the human race? If the human race doesn't agree with you doing this, wouldn't it mean that all these calculations will be in vain?"
"Yes, yes."
Xiaobai also nodded in agreement.
"Little White Crane, you little demon who doesn't understand anything, just go and have some fun."
Xiaobai was so angry at his disregard for the Luck Gourd that he clenched his fists and glared angrily at the Luck Gourds floating left and right in the air.
Looking at Xiaobai's aggrieved look, Xie Heng couldn't help but smile, turned to look at the Ling Yun Gourd, and continued:
"Brother Calabash, since this matter is related to the fate of the human race, but no one in the human race knows about it, don't you think it's a little strange?"
"Well, that's true. Why the human race doesn't know about these twelve souls, I'm also a little surprised."
"Logically speaking, ordinary people don't know these things, but as the royal family, the Xuanyuan clan should be very clear about it."
Speaking of this, Ling Yun Gulu's heart was also full of doubts.
For a while, the valley became quiet. Only the clouds and mist in the mountains, rising and falling with the mountain wind, seemed to tell this rare tranquility.
"Could it be related to the fact that immortality is not apparent in the human world?"
The spiritual gourd floated directly in front of Xiao Bai and asked in a deep voice:
"Xiao Baihe, what do you mean by this?"
On Xiao Bai Shui's tender face, those black and white pupils were constantly looking at Xie Heng and Ling Yun Gourd, and he said with some guilt:
"Didn't Mr. Xiaodao say that? In today's human world, the Great Dao is not obvious, and people in the world cannot practice the immortal way. They can only follow the martial arts path. Perhaps it is for this reason that the entire human world does not know these things."
Having said this, Xiaobai glanced at Xie Heng, who was frowning in thought, and Ling Yun Gourd, who was no longer talking, and quickly added:
"These are all wild guesses on my part. You don't need to take them seriously."
"Hahaha, you really wake up the dreamer with just one word."
Suddenly, the surprising sound of the Ling Yun Gourd echoed endlessly in the quiet mountains and fields, making him appear extremely excited.
"Little guy, I didn't expect that besides food, there are other things in your little mind."
At this time, Xie Heng seemed to have figured out some of the joints, and looked at Xiao Bai with a smile.
"Boy, if that's the case, then we don't have to worry about the Xuanyuan royal family not agreeing. We don't have to worry about whether we will have grudges with the human race."
"Hehe, when the time comes, maybe they will want you to do this. Hahaha."
Hearing this, Xie Heng also smiled and nodded without saying a word.
"Xiao Daojun, what are you talking about? Why doesn't Xiao Bai understand it at all?"
"Haha, Xiaobai, you will know when the time comes."
Turning to look at the Ling Yun Gourd, Xie Heng smiled and said:
"Brother Calabash, since this is the case, we should repair Xie's origin as soon as possible."
"good!"
The Ling Yun Gourd gave a soft drink, and a bright radiance completely enveloped Xie Heng.
At the moment when Qinghui covered his body, Xie Heng felt a mysterious force constantly moving among his limbs and bones. Soon, the mysterious force in his body began to repair the dry and dry parts of the sky along the big and small circumferences.
The eight extraordinary meridians.
As the mysterious force continued to operate, Xie Heng even noticed that the potential contained in the Wugou Dao Body itself began to be guided by this mysterious force.
It emerges from various positions on the body, like water droplets, and merges into the trickle of profound energy, making the trickle grow bigger and bigger.
In the end, it turned into a stream, running continuously along the big and small heavens. A mysterious force was separated from it, rushed into his own sea of chaotic consciousness, and penetrated into the innate soul, constantly
Repair the foundation of the soul.
The original avenue within the innate soul, stimulated by this mysterious force, emerged independently, and began to bloom with the mysterious yellow light of the avenue in the sea of consciousness.
After seeing Xie Heng entering a state of concentration, Ling Yun Gulu explained to Xiao Bai:
"Little Baihe, you protect your little Taoist master and must not let him be disturbed by any external force. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, Xiaobai, not even a mosquito can get close to my little Daojun."
After saying that, Xiaobai walked straight to the body-protecting Xuanguang of the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet, sat cross-legged, opened his eyes wide, carefully looked at everything around him, and quietly guarded Xie Heng.