Ning Xiguang was so shocked that he was depressed, and before he knew it, he said what he thought in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the Fusang Divine Tree heard this, he didn't feel proud at all, but hung his head in shame, and explained with a lot of guilt and embarrassment, "I'm lazy and don't like to cultivate, so after more than 10,000 years, I'm also the god who cultivates." ”

I, too, am God, and I am a cultivator......

Brother, listening to your voice, it seems that I dislike the cultivation of the gods.

However, do you know how many immortal monarchs out there are who are fighting all their lives to achieve the position of God?

Also, don't say it so easily, so hateful, okay?

If you don't like to cultivate, you can sleep casually, and you will improve your cultivation to the peak of the gods, how can these hard-working cultivators face life?

Not to mention the reactions that those cultivators might have, she alone still has lingering palpitations when she thinks of the three months she has been abused by the Marshal in the past.

And compared with her miserable and miserable relatives, his free life was so comfortable and peaceful, she wanted to give him a fat beating every minute.

You go away and bother me.

Ning Xiguang stretched out her hands to push away the embarrassed and red-faced young man in front of her, but unexpectedly and reasonably, she did not touch the young man's body, but was pulled down into an embrace with a cold aura by a pair of iron tongs.

The marshal can endure it until now to come forward, and it is really already giving her face.

Ning Xiguang looked at the marshal who was covered with frost and snow and some jealousy in his eyes, and said with a smile: "I didn't do anything to Fusang, I just wanted to push him away." You don't know, he talks so angrily, I see him so helpless. ”

Fuso's face turned even redder.

He still looked at Ning Xiguang directly, and then followed her line of sight, looked at the man who was full of majesty and awe, and saluted slightly, "I've seen the Divine Monarch." ”

“……”

Fu Siyan didn't speak, glanced at Fusang indifferently, and then moved his gaze to Ning Xi's face.

Ning Xiguang was helpless and funny, and his tender fingertips gently poked the marshal's chest, "Hey, Fusang is talking to you." ”

Seeing the young man's embarrassed face, he couldn't help but relieve him, "Don't care, the Divine Monarch is silent by nature, and he didn't specifically target you." Hey, when I came here before, you seemed to be dormant, I heard that you have been dormant for 100,000 years, how do you know that Fu Siyan is a god?"

That's right, Lord Marshal was honored as the Divine Monarch, and he took his own will as the way of heaven, and he was full of calculations, but it was only a matter of the last fifty or sixty thousand years, and Fusang was still sleeping at that time.

Fuso pursed his lips and smiled, and said with a little smugness, "I can feel it." …… As you know, we are all desolate creatures, and our perception of the way of heaven is far more acute than that of later creatures. The way of heaven changes, and the deepest and most timely feeling is us. Even when the Heavenly Dao was changing, I was still dormant, but in the chaos, I could read a lot about the grievances between the Divine Monarch and the Heavenly Dao. These are all part of the heavenly machine, as long as the cultivation reaches a certain level, you don't even need to calculate, just pinch your fingers. ”

Pinch your fingers and you'll know......

Fingers know......

Got it......

But she hasn't mastered that skill so far, and she's still a layman.

Ning Xiguang looked at Fusang speechlessly and enviously.

Don't look at people as just a tree, but people's brains work.

Such a difficult and complicated technique of heavenly chances, people can clearly understand it by pulling their fingers casually, but looking at her, alas, she was born with some deficiencies, and her IQ dragged her back.

Ning Xiguang still wanted to continue chatting with Fusang for a while, but the marshal's big bulb was too bright.

His deterrent power is also too great to ignore him.

The momentum on his body was also too cold, which made the grass and tree elves, who were especially sensitive to breath, a little panicked, at the very least, Fusang gradually became uncomfortable.

In view of this, Ning Xiguang was empathetic and decided to talk about it another day.

When she said this, she saw a reluctant expression on the face of the immature boy.

This little expression is so cute, it makes Ning Xiguang suddenly have a sense of responsibility to be relied on, a sense of relief to be liked, and she suddenly feels that the burden on her shoulders is heavier.

couldn't help but persuade him, and finally said to Fusang, "I really can't talk to you anymore today, I'm going to get down to business." ”

"I don't make trouble, can I follow you?"

"Yes...... Huh?" Ning Xiguang glanced at the black-faced marshal next to him from the corner of his eye, pursed his dry lips and said, "Anyway, we won't go anywhere else, just go to the land of the Jinwu clan, they will live on you, you should definitely be fine with it." ”

"Well, that's great. ”

Both of them laughed, only the marshal's face darkened......

When Wu Zhan and the others saw that they had finished talking, they dared to come over at this time and saluted.

They didn't dare to look directly at Lord Shenjun, who was full of cold air, and only dared to look at Ning Xiguang and Fusang Divine Tree out of the corner of their eyes.

Hey, they all say that Shibei should be impressed for three days, which is not true at all.

When I first met the Divine Monarch Daoist Couple earlier, the other party was still a little girl incarnated by Heavenly Spirit Grass at that time. Although they respected her, they all acted for the sake of Lord Shenjun's face.

And now look at it, where is this still a heavenly spirit grass!!

Although as demon birds, they are not very familiar with those flowers and plants, but the breath on this girl's body has a bit of the taste of Hongmeng.

I heard the Fuso Divine Tree call her Qinglian again......

In this heaven and earth, the only one who dares to take Qinglian as the name must be the Creation Qinglian who was born in the Chaos Period and is a fellow mother of the Pangu God.

Doesn't it mean that the Creation Qinglian has already been refined into the Creation Jade Butterfly by the Heavenly Dao, and it has been distributed to the powerful hands of the ancient times as a magic weapon?

Why don't you look like that now!!

The little girl is indeed full of the breath of Chaos Qinglian, and after careful perception, there seems to be no evil miasma on her body, which means that she has not killed Qinglian, and there is no cause and effect between her and Qinglian. So, how did the bloodline and bones of the ancient Qinglian get to this girl?

It seems that the only one who can do this is Lord Kami-kun.

But the Divine Monarch is a Divine Monarch, and he takes his own will as the way of heaven, although he can't be absolutely fair to all living beings in the world, but he will not be so bad as to kill living beings, otherwise, even the Heavenly Dao himself will be entangled in cause and effect.

The Divine Monarch would definitely not leave such a hidden danger for himself, and he would never dig his own grave.

So, the question goes back to the same place, did the little girl become swollen and become Qinglian?

A year ago, she was an ordinary little fairy, and she had no cultivation at all, but now she has a god to cultivate, and she is about to catch up with them old immortals, sad!!

Well, anyway, they have no enmity with this girl, but they still have a little friendship, and her cultivation is high, and it will do them no harm. Thinking about it like this, it seems that I feel better?!

After all, they didn't know this girl very well, and they didn't want to say anything more.

But the delicate young man next to this girl, yes, it's you, ancestor, have you swollen and transformed?

The ancestors told us before that you like to transform into an old man and come out to tell you stories, but this time you have become a handsome and agile young man?

Hey, he's too young after this transformation, and it's a bit difficult for them to call him Ancestor.

But if you can't open your mouth anymore, you have to open it, who let them "that person be soft", their entire Jinwu clan land, but it is all on others.

Think about it, if one day the Divine Tree is unhappy and runs away, or is too happy to run away with Qinglian (I always feel that something is wrong), then they will not become a group of homeless golden crows?

I cried miserably when I thought about it.

However, according to the character of this ancestor, he would never do such a nonsensical thing, right?

Regardless of whether the Fusang Sacred Tree will run away or not, they are diligent at the moment, flattering, and waiting for them with their hearts, and they will never be wrong.

Therefore, in comparison, it doesn't matter to Lord Shenjun now, Qinglian doesn't matter in the first place, and Fusang Divine Tree is simply fatal. Wu Zhan and the others paid more attention to the Fusang Divine Tree, looking at him diligently, as if he was a savior.

However, the sleek Wu Zhan did not ignore Shenjun and Ning Xiguang, he saluted the two of them again, and said directly, "Shenjun came with a Taoist companion this time, but he wants to pay tribute to Wumeng Shengjun?"

Fu Siyan bowed slightly, and Ning Xiguang also hurriedly said, "Exactly." ”

"That's a coincidence. Wu Zhan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his face showed joy, "It just so happens that three days later is the day when the Wumeng Holy Monarch enters the burial ground of my Golden Crow clan, if the Divine Monarch and Qinglian are interested, why don't they send the Holy Monarch on their last journey at that time?"

Fu Siyan didn't speak this time, but Ning Xiguang couldn't wait to nod and say yes. At the end, she emphasized again, "Patriarch Wuzhan don't call me Qinglian, my name is Ning Xiguang, you can call me Xiguang." ”

I don't dare.

Wu Zhan touched his nose in a sneer.

I also want to know that it is a little intimate to call a woman so named.

Although the fairy world is not as big as the rules of the mortal world, it is inappropriate to rashly call some female fairies by their names.

What's more, this one has a lord.

Didn't you see that the Divine Monarch was staring at him with sharp eyes full of sword intent at this moment? If he dared to respond without interest, he might become a pile of rotten meat in the next second.

The possessiveness of the Divine Monarch was terrifying, and he didn't dare to frown at the Divine Monarch's brows, which made the Divine Monarch displeased. Otherwise, Lord Shenjun could make his entire three-legged Golden Crow clan unhappy.

It is natural to understand which is more important than the Ukrainian war, so at this time, he haha said, "It's better to call you Xiguang God, this name sounds majestic, what do you think?"

Ning Xiguang: "......" is majestic. Forget it, it's just a title anyway, she doesn't care, and she doesn't bother to care.

Next, Ning Xiguang and others, under the leadership of Wu Zhan, went to the sacrificial hall where the bones of the Wumeng Holy Monarch were placed.

At first glance, the temple building may seem ordinary, but if you look at the sky around and above the temple, you can see many shadows of three-legged golden crows.

The phantoms were large in size, emitting a golden-red light, their feathers were brilliant and gorgeous, and their posture was graceful and noble, as if they sensed someone approaching, and the three-legged golden crows who were flying around the temple glanced in this direction.

It was that glance, and the power was so great that it made people feel their hearts tremble, as if they had been seen through the whole thing.

Wu Zhan explained, "Those phantoms are the primordial gods of the ancestors of the clan who have been seated. They were reluctant to reincarnate, and insisted on waiting for the bones of the Holy Monarch to return to their ancestral land, and after paying homage in person, they were willing to leave. The more time passes, the more phantoms there are, but we have no choice but to let the elders do whatever they want. ”

Wu Zhan sighed a little, "Some time ago, the bones of the Wumeng Holy Monarch were brought back to the sacrificial hall, and those ancestors who had been sleeping earlier also awakened one after another, guarding the sacrificial hall day and night. Those who don't know are afraid that they think they are wary of some great enemy. ”

Wu Zhan made a joke at the end, but Ning Xiguang didn't laugh at all.

Speaking of which, it's all her fault, if she hadn't been obsessed with alchemy and cultivation of spells, she wouldn't have forgotten to welcome the bones of the Holy Monarch back to Heaven, the bones of the Wumeng Holy Monarch would have been buried long ago, and where would it have stopped in the sacrificial hall for a long time, and she would not have been allowed to enter the burial ground of the Jinwu clan?

With this kind of guilt, as well as the gratitude and reminiscence of the blood given in the past, the admiration and admiration for the righteous and awe-inspiring actions of the Wumeng Holy Monarch, and the admiration for his demeanor, Ning Xiguang respectfully and solemnly followed behind Wu Zhan and entered the sacrificial hall of the three-legged Golden Crow clan.

The temple looks small, but when you go inside, you find that the space inside is very large.

Perhaps it is because the people of the three-legged golden crow clan are particularly fond of dazzling and brilliant colors, and here is also dominated by gold and red, and the construction is magnificent, magnificent, so that people look at it at a glance and feel that it is not like a sacrificial hall, as if it is a royal palace.

And directly opposite the gate of the shrine, a row of gods is enshrined.

On each god seat, there is a lifelike golden crow flying above, seeing them entering, and squinting at them, the gaze seems to stay on Ning Xiguang's body for an extraordinarily long time, and Ningxia Guang seems to faintly hear them talking about her......

She must have been hallucinating.

Ning Xi looked at the appearance of Wu Zhan, saluted to dozens or hundreds of tablets, and then bypassed the front sacrificial hall and went to the apse.

"The bones of the Usmon Holy Monarch are still in the apse for the time being. ”

As soon as he entered the apse, Ning Xiguang saw the golden crow skeleton that occupied the entire apse.

Remember that after he gave him the essence blood, he no longer leaned up on his long neck.

But at this time, he was standing, his wings fluttering vigorously, his three legs gripping the ground vigorously, and his eyes were looking straight in a certain direction, as if he was about to fight.

"Why, how could it be ......" is almost exactly the same as the picture when she first met Wumeng. Only he no longer has bright feathers, a strong and powerful flesh.

"Why would it stand up again, right?" Wu Zhan saw her thoughts, and explained with a soft smile, "This is the sacrificial hall of the Golden Crow clan, which brings together the soul power and wish power of many ancestors, and the two are superimposed, although it can't let the Wumeng Holy Monarch be reincarnated, he can be ......."

This scene may be the proudest scene of the Holy Monarch's life. It is also a scene that our ancestors remember deeply......"

Wu Zhan's explanation stumbled, but Ning Xiguang understood.