Coming out of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, Wang Yiyang looked leisurely, as if he was really just visiting his friends to play.

But only he knew that at this time, he had already sown more than thirty so-called immortal cultivation system golden fingers all the way through the regions.

This kind of golden finger is quite easy to produce, especially for Wang Yiyang, who once had the influence of the star civilization, that is, between the electric rotation of thoughts, dozens of ideas can be made.

Just stuff some psionic energy into it as an introduction, and add some exercises as the initial foundation.

Anything goes.

These thirty systems are equivalent to giving Wang Yiyang thirty clones in different positions.

Even if his body is killed, these clones can instantly turn into their own body, return to their origins, and revive him.

Wang Yiyang broke through the seawater, turned into a golden light, and flew in the direction where he lived in the distance.

He now lives on an island in the East China Sea.

The name of Xiandao is unknown, but the aura is compelling, faintly having the temperament of Huaguo Mountain, but unfortunately there is no gathering of divine stones.

Flying all the way, on the way, Wang Yiyang was thinking about how to go further and avoid the calculations of the Flood Saint at the same time.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and he flew away and slowed down inexplicably. Seeing that on the sea below, there is a fairy mountain with a spiritual aura soaring to the sky, and all the creatures in it are above the primordial infant, which can be called terrifying.

On the side of the immortal mountain, there is a translucent large array on the periphery that slowly wraps and rotates.

Outside the big array, three big characters were clearly reflected: Sanxian Island.

"Sanxian Island? It should be the residence of the sister of Zhao Gongming, the god of wealth. After being sealed as a god, should they be the three people who were sealed as the three immortal aunts of the world?"

Wang Yiyang's heart moved, not an ordinary whim.

In this flood of famine, although the battle of intercepting and expounding the religion has ended, it finally ended in the victory of the exposition.

But the rejection of religion was not completely collapsed.

Although the three fairies of the Three Immortal Islands were all canonized as gods, these three were all among the best monks in the sect, and the Mixed Yuan Golden Bucket they were in charge of was powerful.

The most important thing is that these three have a very close relationship with Golden Turtle Island.

Wang Yiyang stopped and immediately flew straight down to Sanxian Island.

To his surprise, the sky above the Dao was empty, with only a few lit demons and monks sitting in charge.

The three immortal girls were nowhere to be found.

Wang Yiyang was separated by fate and gently landed on the shore of Sanxian Island

Golden sand beaches, azure waters, and snow-white buildings bathed in fairy light.

Wang Yiyang was far from approaching, but sensed the outward release and extended towards those buildings.

As he expected, the Three Immortal Islands are still the residence of the three Immortal Gu. It's just that after being canonized, the three of them were distressed in their hearts, and they disdained the divine position of the gods.

So most of the time, he was either on Golden Turtle Island, or on the rest of his brothers' immortal islands.

Golden Turtle Island is a humane place of Tongtiandao.

Wang Yiyang scanned a series of creatures on the Three Immortals Island.

Suddenly, he flicked his fingers, and suddenly a purple light flew out and disappeared out of thin air in front of him.

After doing all this, Wang Yiyang rose to the sky with satisfaction and left here.

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Boom... Boom...

Above the nine heavens, inside the Zixiao Palace.

One after another, the saints sat down, their demeanors were gentle, and they faced the most conspicuous white-haired and white-bearded old man in the palace.

That old way is the strongest person who is famous in the entire flood wilderness, Hongjun.

If Tongtian hadn't been trapped by Hongjun back then, and he was unable to resist again, maybe the situation at this time would have changed to a different situation.

Sanqing sat down one after another, and soon there were Nuwa, Zhun Ti and other saints who appeared on the futon one after another.

Hongjun sat at the front, facing many saints, with no sadness or joy on his face.

Ever since he was completely integrated into the Heavenly Dao, his temperament has become thicker and heavier day by day.

"Saints, don't doubt that this summoning of you and others is related to the entire flood and famine. ”

Hongjun spoke slowly, without beating around the bush.

"Calamity?" Lao Tzu Taiqing Saint was wearing a gossip robe, and he was carrying the True Martial Demon Sword on his back. At this time, he looked slightly surprised.

"Not bad. Hongjun continued, "Now outside the universe, in the void, there is a strange force called the Star Pole Hall appearing, and it is recruiting cosmic beings everywhere. ”

"Why did the teacher summon us here, it's just a mere demon. Zhun Ti held the willow branch in his hand, pinched it lightly and turned it.

As a saint of the two Western religions, he has always been in a posture of great contention, first fighting with the independent Sanqing, and now with the entire Taoism.

Although he was wary of the so-called trouble that could alarm the teacher Hongjun, he was still a little disapprehensive when he heard that it was an external god.

"Teacher, I waited for the flood to defeat the outer gods, there are as many as cows, this Star Pole Hall has never heard of it, maybe it is a small force that is not enough to fear. The receiver answered in a low voice.

Sanqing was even more dismissive. Silent and quiet, waiting for the result.

Hongjun nodded slightly and continued, "That Star Pole Hall has asked us to wait for the opening conditions to enter and exit several times. It seems that the foundation is strong, you wait, but anyone is willing to go and strangle?"

"Disciple is willing to go!" Zhun Ti was the first to stand up and replied earnestly.

"Yes. ”

Zhun Ti smiled slightly and continued, "If there are several saints working together, maybe the result will be more reassuring to everyone. ”

In the past, when there was an invasion of foreign gods, it was all assigned to fight in this way. Whoever strikes first will get more tilt in front of the teacher.

In recent years, because of the failure of the sect to intercept the religion, his subordinates were defeated in the battle to intercept the religion, and everything was already doomed.

Therefore, many things are led and allowed to be solved.

It is precisely because of this that the qi between heaven and earth gradually tends to Buddhism.

In this regard, Sanqing, who is a peak saint, has no opinion.

Tongtian is a defeat in the battle, and he was depressed by the seriously eccentric Hongjun, and his heart was depressed.

Taiqing never participates in such things as chaos, and it is he who is talking about inaction.

The only thing that is a little interesting is that Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun is trying to run out of strength, but unfortunately he is not the opponent of the two Buddhist saints at all.

So much so that the current flood situation is gradually leaning towards Buddhism.

Nuwa was on the side, shaking her head when she saw it.

In the battle of the gods, the teacher was eccentric, which caused the people of Shangqing Tongtian Dao to be discouraged and too lazy to pay attention to miscellaneous matters.

Taiqing Laozi has always been an inactive character.

The remaining one was supposed to be the victor's Interpretation of the Jade Qing Yuan Shi Tianzun, and only then did he taste the result of being alone and difficult to support.

Teachings alone are no match for the two saints of Buddhism.

As for her, the saint of the demon clan, as early as many years ago, when the teacher took action to imprison Tongtian, she had completely stopped paying attention to some miscellaneous matters.

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Wang Yiyang returned to the immortal island where he lived, and he didn't know that the Star Pole Hall had been investigated one by one, searching for him, the young palace master.

He lives on the same island where the Golden-winged Roc lived before.

Drink and have fun every day, be happy, and don't care about the two demon king brothers in the trajectory of fate.

Of course, over the years, he has not done nothing in vain.

Above the sea, Wang Yiyang floated in the middle of the sea, overlooking below, holding a golden fishing rod in his hand, leisurely fishing.

On the surface, he seems to be fishing, but in fact, he is perceiving psionic energy at this time, and he is constantly trying to connect the real world of the desolate world layer by layer.

Every universe has a so-called real existence.

And this is especially true of high-level giant universes such as the Flood Wilderness.

After changing his body to a golden-winged Dapeng, Wang Yiyang discovered this.

Especially the flood he was in, it was completely different from what he had expected, much weaker.

So under a keen scrutiny, he quickly discovered the clue.

Crash.

The fishing line on the fishing rod was visible, and with a slight pull, a golden dragon's beard carp suddenly hung out of the sea.

Wang Yiyang didn't look at it, and with a flick of his fingers, he accurately flicked a fish dragon transformation system into the opponent's soul.

Then I threw the dragon's beard carp at random, and I don't know where to throw it.

Wholesale systems every day, scattering psionic descendants, is his daily routine these days.

Time passed slowly, and soon, the sun was shining.

Wang Yiyang was about to put away the fishing rod.

Suddenly, his complexion changed slightly, the corners of his mouth curved, and he immediately burst into laughter.

"Found it!"

Putting away the fishing rod, Wang Yiyang sensed and quickly adjusted the frequency band, and the oscillation changed in an instant.

Suddenly, his brown and yellow eyes flickered and changed, as if there were countless galaxies swirling.

After a cup of tea, Wang Yiyang's eyes returned to normal. But at this moment, his original expression had turned into a reality.

"I see.... Heavenly Dao Oven, the Wheel of Destiny.... Hongjun Hongjun is really worthy of its name. ”

After exploring the real flood, even Wang Yiyang's heart trembled slightly at this time, and he had a new understanding of Hongjun's toughness.

His eyes flashed again, and countless stars swirled and flowed.

Everything in front of me quickly shattered and changed.

Instead, there is a pure white field, suspended in various vortices of various sizes.

Each of these vortices has an infinite flow of images and brilliance.

Under Wang Yiyang's spiritual energy detection, he still doesn't know that these are actually part of the flood famine.

To be exact, each of them is a desolate descendant.

Each one is constantly circulating all the history of the flood.

From the opening of the world, to the battle between the dragon and the phoenix, to the battle of the lich, and then to the romance of the gods.

The fate of the plot scene after scene is like a doomed, and there is no way to change it, and it cannot be changed.

Wang Yiyang looked back and saw that behind him, there was also a very small vortex of the Flood Desolation Descendant.

"Interesting..... The wheel of fate controls everything, and countless descendants defend the core of the desolation body. So, this is to cultivate a new dimensional universe and parallel universe?"

Wang Yiyang shook his head slightly.

With his knowledge, he can naturally see what Hongjun has in mind.

It is nothing more than the scarcity of holy positions, and I want to re-enact heaven and earth with this, hoping to squeeze out some more holy positions and strengthen the entire wilderness.

But alas.

None of these desolate descendants can bear such qualifications for the time being.

"But there are so many progeny, each of which has the potential to absorb nutrients from the outside world and grow its own independent prototype. What a Hongjun, what a famine!"

Wang Yiyang's eyes quickly returned to normal, and he didn't dare to look more. so as not to be discovered by Hongjun.

"But this is good for me, a desolate descendant is equivalent to a small universe within a universe. Under the double barrier, it is even more difficult for the Star Pole Hall to find my whereabouts. ”

After converging his perception, Wang Yiyang returned to normal and continued to enjoy life lazily.

Sunset.

He set up a retreat and quickly returned to the fairy island, where he had his little demon and Terran chefs cook the delicacies.

He continued to disguise himself as a completely original Golden-Winged Roc.

Time flies, and time flies.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.

During these times, Wang Yiyang didn't go anywhere, just stayed in Xiandao all the time, and occasionally contacted the other two demon kings in Lion Camel Ridge, which can be regarded as continuing his previous fate line. In case of being discovered by Hongjun.

Of course, his core purpose is to go deep into his own disguise.

Three hundred years is nothing to him, but to the people who are addicted to the star, it is a number that cannot be ignored.