"Moonlight and jade dew can eradicate disasters and bring longevity. What a good thing."
"Oh, this is the best among the best."
"In the moonlight of Gengshen night, the most pure one is famous as the emperor.'
"It is shaped like countless olives, with thousands of golden threads running through it. It hangs down to the world. When plants and trees receive its essence, they can become monsters. Tsk tsk tsk, good stuff, good stuff!"
In the Great Wilderness Realm, the place where thunder and fire meet rarely seen in the world, the white-haired Buzhou Mountain God sighed repeatedly, and then without any politeness, he pinched Wei Yuan's chin open with one hand and used his backhand to push these moonlight Taiyin The treasure of Yimai was stuffed directly into Weiyuan's mouth.
A backhand palm hit Wei Yuan's chin with a click.
Wei Yuan's vitality was directly and forcibly controlled by him. He raised his head and swallowed all the things instinctively. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by utensils made of Yuhua, under the light of thunder and fire. Quite eye-catching.
Three Realms and Eight Wastelands, from the Yin to the Pure.
At this moment, Wei Yuandu, who was just one step away from death, experienced changes in his body...
The skin became more delicate, and even the hair turned into pure white snow. The palms of the hands were as white as ice and snow. Buzhou Mountain God wiped his beard and couldn't help but sigh: "White, so white, eighteen years old." The sky has never been so white, you are so pure, you are really strong."
Chang Xi glared at him.
Buzhou Mountain God, who was not very talkative but very fond of eating melons, laughed dryly, patted his butt and stood up. Chang Xi said: "Didn't you just say that these pills are useless to him?"
"Just now was just now, and now is now."
If you don't take advantage of it, you won't take advantage of it.
Buzhou Mountain God cursed in his heart and said: "Now, it is still somewhat useful."
Chang Xi was puzzled and turned to look at Wei Yuan, who was wrapped in the pure energy of Taiyin, and said:
"Are you going to teach him your concept of mythology?"
"Huh? Mythological concept, when did the old man say such a thing?"
Buzhou Mountain God looked confused and said: "Besides, this thing can't be spread. Unless this kid can surpass me in the same field, otherwise, hehe, he will just practice for another five thousand or ten thousand years." It’s all in vain.”
"If you practice this and others will practice it, it doesn't mean that he alone will grow."
"Then you just said..." Chang Xi hesitated.
Buzhou Shanshendao: "I'm talking about Dharma, just Dharma. This kid has some appetite for me. For what he did before, the old man can be considered grateful. In addition, this kid has learned so many things and has so much Qi. It’s very complex, but in the early stages, it’s still possible if different methods complement each other.”
"In the later stages, it's like having a strong army but no commander. No one obeys anyone, and as a result, they start to riot in their own nest."
"If this problem is not solved, this kid will continue to practice for another eight hundred years."
"The strength is about the same as it is now, and we can no longer enter the country."
"For a mortal without any bloodline to reach this point step by step and merge with the body of a mountain god, the old man doesn't even know how much suffering this kid has suffered, and how many times he has been as desperate as he was just now?"
Buzhou Mountain God sighed, and then added: "But this is the kind of willpower."
"That's why we have such a glimmer of hope."
He leaned down and lifted the boy up in the same posture as when Wei Yuan had just lifted him up in the city yard, and walked step by step towards the place where thunder and fire were still roaring and colliding. Chang Xi said in confusion: "what are you up to?"
"What to do? Throw this kid down."
Buzhoushan Shen said: "There are hidden wounds all over the body. He can practice the old man's skills. In addition, there is no other place of thunder and fire in this world, and there is also a belly full of pure Taiyin. Perhaps, this kid has more
The possibility of surviving..." Buzhou Mountain God looked at Wei Yuan, who was covered in hidden wounds, and said:
"As for the kung fu of this body, each school has its own method."
His voice paused and he said: "Destroy them all immediately!"
"Abolish it?!" Chang Xi was stunned, and then got angry: "You're crazy!"
"Of course not. It cannot be destroyed or established."
Buzhou Mountain God raised Wei Yuan and said, "Whether he lives or dies depends on this move."
"If you survive, everything will be fine. If you don't survive, you won't even need to bury the body."
"It was burned on the spot."
"If I can't get over it, old man, I will break my oath and come back for revenge. What, a human race dispute? Shit, open your eyes and see clearly. This is obviously a good seedling that only comes out of my mountain god lineage in thousands of years."
, the younger generation is like this, it’s natural and justified for me!”
"If it can be done..."
At this moment, Wei Yuan had a ray of life locked in his body, and he was faintly pretending to be dead. However, while he was pretending to be dead, he actually began to mutter to himself, sometimes the Taoist Taiping Techniques, the mottos of the Three Holes, Four Assistants and Seven Bu Yushu, and sometimes the pre-Qin Confucianism.
The theory was grand and upright, and somehow it was a few words that Xuanzang casually said on the way westward.
It seems that he has been stubborn for thousands of years, and he has to hold on to keep his inheritance before completely losing his mind. Just like an old friend from the past, the old man slapped his forehead directly, and his divine power shook, making Wei Yuan's
All instincts were stagnant, and he burst out drinking:
"How long has it been? Are you still wasting this energy and seeking death?"
"Fuck every faction."
"Since there are three families, then the three religions should be unified and controlled by gods."
"Remember, if I hold the sky and the earth up, then both heaven and earth can come into my eyes."
"Carry mountains and seas, and travel around the six realms!"
"Get down, little fox!"
The old man shook his wrist, stepped forward with his right foot, and threw Wei Yuan away violently.
I definitely don’t want to take revenge on this guy for mentioning me just like Tigua.
Yes, absolutely not.
The pure Qi of Taiyin in Wei Yuan's body was directly stimulated by this palm, and the moonlight flowed, and then was thrown into the place where thunder and fire are the most yang by Buzhou Mountain God, and it is the core of the most yang and stern place in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands.
Suddenly, it crashed down, and the spiritual energy surged into the sky, but was forcibly restrained by Buzhou Mountain God.
Thrilling tidal waves of spiritual energy erupted. Inspired by the energy of the lunar calendar, they gathered together crazily, and then intertwined with each other. In this process, Wei Yuan's body was constantly re-polished and refined, and the hidden wounds in his body, as well as the techniques passed down by the three sects, were
, all ground up.
The aura that bursts out is enough to be called the first-class player of the younger generation of the Gods.
It also represents the complete dissipation of this foundation.
The old man stood with his hands behind his hands, overlooking this place where the aura of heaven and earth was extraordinary.
There is no trace of joking or smile in a pair of eyes, staring at the thunderous thunder of the world, ready to take action at any time. Is it just barely surviving, or is it to break through the past and start a longer path?
The old man whispered: "Seek life in death and cut off the future."
"The golden body is tempered by thunder and fire, and the heavenly lotus is planted in the fire."
"It depends on whether you can find your own way. How far can you go if you rely on human will... Little guy, you have to show me for yourself."
……………………
"Coke, Coke!"
"Vodka!"
In the museum, the steam is rising. In the mandarin duck pot, the white and red soup is boiling. This is the eternal nightmare of the seventy-two pillars of hell. But now, in the hot pot that the museum gathers every week, the water ghost and the painter are arguing.
What to drink.
The water ghost carried two and a half liters of black happy water and said angrily: "Heresy!"
"You are a heretic!"
The pretty painter girl slapped the table and shouted: "Nonsense!"
“Vodka is YYDS!”
Although he is thin in appearance and short in stature, his passion for defending what he loves is unquestionable.
The young painter who is only 1.6 meters tall now has an imposing figure of 2.8 meters!
The atmosphere between the two of them was almost on fire, and neither would give in to the other.
Qin Yuan, the short-haired energetic girl next to her, weakly mentioned:
"Actually, mead is also good..."
The standing water ghost and the painter turned to glare at the energetic girl capitalist:
"Shut up!"
Qin Yuan shrank his head, he was cute, weak, helpless, with big breasts, but he was a capitalist.
"oh oh……"
There were two big bags of tears in my heart, biting the straw fiercely.
Wait, wait for me!
In the future, I will definitely make the mead bigger and stronger and create greater glory!
My mead is plastered directly on a billboard in the middle of the city!
When the time comes, you will all give me mead to drink!
Say, thank you Qinyuan!
Completely unaware of the calculation in the mind of a certain soft-looking capitalist Miaozi, the water ghost and the painter were still arguing angrily. The water ghost was furious: "Nonsense, go to the street and ask who eats hot pot and drinks."
It’s not happy water, it’s vodka?!”
Not to be outdone, the painter glared at him and said in a loud voice: "Maozi!"
"Ah this..."
Even the water ghost was refuted for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then continued to get angry: "But."
"Our family is not stupid!"
While these two guys were arguing with each other, the others had already dropped their chopsticks and quickly picked up pieces of meat and put them in their mouths. Even the two little paper figures were holding a leaf of the soul-nurturing tree and sucking it madly.
Just like a kitten that has snorted catnip, it walks crookedly.
When Wei Yuan went out, the world was still peaceful, and there were still voices of people on the old streets. In the distance, in the more prosperous urban areas, there were neon lights, bustling people, fireworks, and breath, which was the human world.
And when everyone started to compete for hot pot.
The young man Wu Hou, who was satisfied with the brown sugar glutinous rice cake, took a sip of refreshing lemonade, but suddenly he was slightly startled. He subconsciously turned his head and looked around. The goddess over there who was eating happily suddenly stopped, and Jue opened her mouth. For some reason, a kind of
Pain that cannot be expressed in words emerged.
On the wrist, a flower and leaves grow.
The immortal flower takes its roots over the years, produces leaves in sequence, and bears its flowers. Of course, it is not that simple to pick it off. The flower is on the other side, and the branches and leaves are here. The flowers bloom and fall, and the branches and leaves follow each other, silently.
The branches and leaves of the immortal flower slowly shattered and disappeared.
Tiannu Jue opened her mouth.
Qin Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Jue, are you crying?"
For the first time since I met the goddess, I saw a teardrop falling from her left eye.
Jue subconsciously wiped the corner of her eyes and looked at the friends who cared about her: "I, I don't know what's wrong, it's nothing..." Suddenly, the scene of Wei Yuan committing suicide that he had seen in Hetu Luosu flashed before his eyes.
The picture and sound paused.
No one would pay attention to this fleeting thought, but it is strange that the goddess, who is not good at heaven's secrets, almost instantly caught the whim of this sudden thought. Her face was slightly condensed, and she suddenly raised her head and said: "
Yuan, something happened!"??!
The playful movements of everyone stopped.
The museum suddenly became dead quiet.
The young mastermind took a deep look at the goddess, put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "Liang, you're done eating."
He clasped Bai Ze's shoulders with his backhand, lowered his head and smiled, with a soft voice:
"Mr. Bai Ze, you have eaten too, right?"
White Pond:"…………"
Working overtime again?!
Can I say no?
And just when this assertion from the goddess of heaven brought the pressure of the entire museum to an extremely low level, people's minds were filled with distracting thoughts. They didn't know where Wei Yuan was, what Wei Yuan had experienced, or what Wei Yuan was facing.
What was he talking about? In the oppressive and dead atmosphere, footsteps suddenly approached.
It was such a coincidence at this time, and for some reason I felt a strange sense of oppression.
"I'll open the door."
Changcheng went to open the door, then took a look outside, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly exclaimed, then he stepped back and sat down on the ground, his face turned pale, and everyone subconsciously looked back.
In the world of wind and snow, the black old streets spread far and wide, and the sky was covered with snow. Only a figure could be seen striding alone.
The hem of the sleeve robe vibrated, sharp and cold, his eyes were golden, and his hair was as white as frost.
"Wuzhiqi..."
In the Age of Gods, Lord Shui brought disaster to the world.
In the dead silence, the young man stepped into the door, covered with wind and snow, his trembling sleeves shook away the desolation, and his golden eyes swept across: