Jiang Chen's soul power covered the entire Wangdi Mountain. At that moment, he saw another person. That person looked very similar to Nanhua Zhenren, but he was an old man with white beard and hair. In Jiang Chen's mind
, there was a loud bang, and there was a thump in my heart.
"Who is that person? Is it Nanhua Zhenren? Then who is the person in front of me?"
Jiang Chen was extremely confused in his heart. Why did that person make Jiang Chen feel so familiar? He seemed to have raised his head and glanced at himself, but it was full of doubts and puzzles.
"wrong!"
Jiang Chen's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly thought of a possibility. The person in front of him was not the real Nanhua. One of them was a young man, and the other was an old man. Could it be said that these were two clones of the real Nanhua?
Jiang Chen suddenly heard the sound. The moment Xing Feng walked into the Ten Thousand Years Iron Tree, he disappeared without a trace. Where did he go? Did he disappear, or was he practicing somewhere? Or, was he directly erased?
"careful!"
In Jiang Chen's mind, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, with a faint childish sound. Jiang Chen's face changed, and he knew that it was his Tianlong Sword Soul.
The Tianlong Sword slashed at the ten thousand-year-old iron tree with a breath that would destroy the world, but it was still one step away because the iron tree had begun to grow crazily.
The moment Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, the thousand-year-old iron tree blossomed, its branches grew vertically and horizontally, and grew infinitely, completely sealing Jiang Chen inside.
"You are not the real Nanhua!"
Jiang Chen shouted in a deep voice, his eyes sharp, and his breathing suddenly became serious. Only now did he realize that this guy had actually been plotting against him from the beginning.
"Haha, I know now, it seems a little too late. A mere Hunyuan treasure weapon wants to cut off the branches of my exquisite treasure tree. It is really whimsical. If the sword soul grows up, maybe I will be more afraid, but now
, your soul has grown up, and there is also a trace of Tao Yun, which really surprises me. I thought it was enough to reach the soul of the emperor, but your talent shocked me, Xiaoyao Tao is in you
If we pass it on in our hands, we may really be able to rise."
Master Nanhua still smiled calmly, as if there was no accident. It was already too late for Jiang Chen to discover him.
"Who are you anyway?"
Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, staring at Master Nanhua with cold eyes.
"How do you know that I am not Master Nan Hua? If I were not Master Nan Hua, how could I teach you the "Nan Hua Sutra"? Haha, little baby, you should not be arbitrary in everything. Couldn't Master Nan Hua set a trap for you? Seeing, no
It must be true. Although your Dao Yun Qi is not strong enough, it has benefited me a lot. It has swallowed up your Dao Yun, so I should change my appearance."
Master Nanhua said with a smile that all this is under his control.
"So, Xing Feng is already dead. He was directly and quietly obliterated by you."
Jiang Chen said.
"Your souls are of some use to me. I taught you the "Nanhua Sutra". I just wanted to pursue a trace of the Taoist aggregate. Obviously, you did not disappoint me."
Master Nanhua said with a smile that for Jiang Chen, he just regarded him as a cauldron, a cauldron used to gather Dao Yun.
"Then are you the real Nanhua? And who is that person on the top of the mountain in the far north?"
Jiang Chen's expression was solemn. He was already confused by this real Nanhua person. He had no way of knowing what kind of full set and layout this was.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you die to understand it. I am Nanhua Zhenren, but I am not Nanhua Zhenren. My body is this exquisite treasure tree. And my soul is the dark side of Zhuang Zhou. In order to let my
Life was extended, and Zhuang Zhou made a decision that even he could not have imagined, that is, to use part of his soul to burn the Tao Yun for me to extend my life. He called himself the Tao of Taoism, and everything in the world has its own laws.
Yang, rebelled against Tiangang, but unfortunately, his Tao Yun failed to change everything. And I came into being. You can call me Nanhua Zhenren, or you can call me Linglong Baoshu.
Hahaha. If it weren't for Zhuang Zhou, I would have reached the realm of heaven and man long ago. It's a pity, it's a pity that I have sacrificed hundreds of millions of years of cultivation to save him, but he suppressed me here. I want to run rampant in the world, and he
But they tried to obstruct me in every possible way, and in the end we had to die together. Hum, it is impossible for him to change me. I am who I am, who can do anything to me? Zhuang Zhou’s Tao Yun is extraordinary and his skills are profound. Didn’t he also fall? I don’t believe it.
, I cannot go against heaven and regain control of the Nine Heavens."
Master Nanhua's eyes were cold, and he was a little angry. The depression in his heart was difficult to vent. In his eyes, he was the supreme strong man, Xiaoyao Dao. As long as he could re-condensate the Tao Yun, he would have the opportunity to be reborn, and the world would be reborn.
In the meantime, Xiaoyao Dao will also be his unique inheritance.
"So, you want to replace Zhuang Zhou and become the real man of Nanhua!"
Jiang Chen was extremely dignified, and his inner world was even more shocked.
"It's not about replacing. I am Nanhua, and Nanhua is me. How can I replace it? I want to rebuild the Xiaoyao Road, but that old guy Zhuang Zhou doesn't even think about it. The Xiaoyao Road stretches across the world, and if you encounter an enemy in the dry season, you can be an enemy in nine days.
It is extremely stupid for him to give up all his cultivation at the peak of his power. Without him, I would still be able to achieve the supreme freedom."
Master Nanhua said coldly, he looked proud of the sky, his courage was soaring in the world, no one could match him. This courage had already shocked Jiang Chen, but after all, it was still impossible for him to re-cultivate the Xiaoyao Dao.
"You are not Zhuang Zhou. You cannot understand that Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dream, and watched the emperor's spring heart caressed by cuckoos. You are just a wisp of his thoughts and a remnant soul. After all, you cannot be Zhuang Zhou."
Jiang Chen said with burning eyes.
"Hmph, as long as I can rebuild the Xiaoyao Dao, even Zhuang Zhou cannot be my opponent. You, a mortal who has never even crossed the imperial realm, how can you know my ambitions? Zhuang Zhou, I want this world,
No matter how hard it is to cover my eyes, I want this universe to surrender in my hands. I will complete the path of freedom that you have not yet completed!"
Master Nanhua looked towards Beishan, his eyes were solemn, extremely determined and full of arrogance.
"Next, your soul and your Tao Yun will all belong to me."
Nan Hua Zhenren's monstrous aura blocked the sun and covered the sky, and at this moment, the ten thousand-year-old iron trees bloomed everywhere.
Three thousand years later, when Jiang Chen woke up again, it was only a blink of an eye. But he knew that this good fortune was not so easy to obtain.