All of this is not because of his Hongjun Dao Ancestor's great kindness, his degree again and again is because he is lonely.

Yes, loneliness, boundless chaos is accompanied by boundless lifespan.

In the same life with heaven and earth, it seems to be a joke in the body of Hongjun Daozu.

Because even if the heaven and earth on this side are shattered, he will only return to his chaotic origin, sleeping in the boundless space, only waiting for the next time the heaven and earth will be reopened.

With the emergence of the new Qingming world, his body once again transformed into the appearance of Hongjun Dao Ancestor, and in the new world that no one knows or even ignores, he once again wakes up lonely and boundless, doing what he passes the time day after day.

The premise of crossing people...... It is the beginning of the catastrophe before the end of the world.

This is the accompaniment of life and death, and it is the cycle of birth and destruction.

Seeing Hongjun Daozu here, he suddenly smiled.

He was grateful for the thrill of being challenged, and as a reward, he did praise Hanzara, who was now back in his original form from the state of the meatloaf.

"That's good, Demon, it's a lot more interesting than the people I have to do. ”

"As a bonus, I'll surprise you with a challenge. ”

"As for you, where did a four-like, who is not even an ant, come from?"

Speaking of this, Hongjun Dao Ancestor didn't care that he had been reorganized in front of him, and planned to be like him again, but he waved lightly in the direction where Guiguzi and Xiao Wangshu were entangled, and pinched the line that had already run out far away, and pinched it back into his hand.

Like a king who controls the whole game, he was suddenly interrupted by a fly that flew over and squinted his eyes.

"Hmm, you're not from this side of the world, no, you're not even human, it's a collection of multiple grievances, hahaha, it's so funny. ”

"Could it be that after a thousand times of my Hongjun, I have forgotten the majesty of the past, and now, what kind of glamorous thing dares to jump out and provoke?"

"It seems that this so-called ultimate world may also be the defective product of my wishful thinking!"

When he said this, Hongjun Dao Ancestor increased the strength in his hand, intending to destroy this black line that the owner of the unknown source made him very disgusted.

But who would have thought that at the moment when his fingers were about to exert force, Guiguzi, who was trembling and trembling under his might, moved his hand very decisively.

He didn't know what method he used, but he instantly turned into a pitch-black thorn strip full of spikes, and the defenseless Hongjun was hit at the moment of pinching.

"Ahh

A sharp and miserable exclamation, but don't get me wrong, it is impossible for the unwavering Hongjun Dao Ancestor to make such a disgraceful sound.

The person who made this voice, without thinking about it, could only laugh and forget the book entangled with Guiguzi.

The first target of this Guiguzi is to hand towards Hongjun Dao Ancestor, but the smile that fits him closely and does not leak a night of sleep is firmly tied into a honeycomb coal.

It's recruiting whoever provokes whom.

But Gu Zheng, who heard this familiar voice, couldn't care about reducing his sense of existence anymore, but called out in the direction of Xiaowangshu with a little anxiety: "Xiaowangshu!

And it was this sentence that wanted to be a weak inquiry, but it made Guiguzi, who had been pierced on the fingers of Hongjun Dao Ancestor, suddenly laughed, and then, when everyone didn't react, he rolled his thorny locust-like body in a chic way, and very quickly peeled off the laughing book that was twisted with it.

Then, this whip of thorns in the ghost valley seemed to be very pleasant...... With a flick of its whip tail, it laughed at the oil bottle that had coiled around him in the first place...... threw it in the direction where Gu Zheng was.

At this time, Guiguzi, as if he had finally fulfilled some wish, actually smiled at Gu Zheng, who had just received the book of laughter in his hand not far away.

Don't ask me how I can see how a whip laughs, in short, Guiguzi trembled, and was so excited that he said to Gu Zheng that the last bit of connection between them was over.

"I'm not mistaken, you are the opportunity to make my wish come true. ”

"You've really fulfilled my wish that I haven't touched in thousands of years, so thank you. ”

"The contract between us has been completed, and what does it matter if I give you all the lifespan of this thousand-year-old ghost?"

"Haha, happy, happy, from this moment on, you and I have karma, and this place is not something that a cultivator of your kind can stay for long. ”

"Let's hurry up and take your little machine spirit and leave quickly. ”

"The heavens and the earth are big, and there is always a place for you. Go for it!"

After saying this, this Guiguzi actually generated a whirlwind and went straight to Gu Zheng's direction, and at the same time as his words fell, the line of contract between him and Guiguzi, which only Gu Zheng could see, represented the bond, dissipated in an instant, turned into a little golden light, and all of it was fed back into Gu Zheng's body.

These golden rays of merit, like the nectar of the nine heavens, moisturize the body of the laughing and forgotten book that has been riddled with holes, fill Gu Zheng's Yaksha blood at this time, and nourish the souls of the two people linked together, so that Gu Zheng, who is bathed in it, is warm and comfortable, and he doesn't want to move for half a minute.

But Gu Zheng, who always had a string in his mind, was holding on to his sleepiness, desperately pulling the end of the laughing book, and while fighting against this sense of relaxation, he walked towards the entrance of the Hongjun Cave Mansion.

However, because of the conversation between Guiguzi and Gu Zheng just now, Hongjun Dao Ancestor, who had forgotten Gu Zheng, once again shifted his attention to Gu Zheng.

He ignored the fact that the black vines in his hand were still spreading, expanding, and still winding around him, but instead looked thoughtfully at the direction in which Gu Zheng gradually moved, and whispered to himself: "Strange, they are also foreign visitors, why can't I feel anything on that Yaksha's body, but I see a deep connection with this world in you?"

Of course, this was not said to the half-chaser on the other side who came over with a scimitar and fangs and claws.

Hongjun Daozu's volume could only be said to the hideous and terrifying Guiguzi in his hand, which had already changed.