Above Zhou Tian, Ye Ang and Yang Mei walked out of the void.

I saw Xiao Yang running back.

"Father, Father, I've broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal!"

Ye Ang praised in his heart, yes, the little short legs can run so fast in the void.

Yang Mei loved her daughter very much, and walked directly to Yang Hui's side and picked her up.

Another compliment.

The two took Xiao Yang back and went directly to the Doumu Dao Palace, so at this time, Doumu Yuanjun had already taken Yaoqiong and Wuqi in the Doumu Dao Palace, waiting for the vacancy.

It's time for Doumu Yuanjun to preach.

Ye Ang and Yang Mei walked over and sat down directly on the reserved futon.

Xiao Yang Hui also returned to her small futon, which was a small white futon, which she had refined by herself.

"In the last retreat, the deity occasionally had an understanding, and he evolved with the sun and the yin, and gained a lot, and this sermon, three thousand years ago, the deity preached this sermon first. ”

When he finished speaking, he began to preach.

"There is a legend of the jade disc of creation, the movement of the opposite Tao, and the use of the weak Tao. All things in the world are born from being, some are born from nothing, and Aoba Taoist friends also say, quality and movement, with time and space, quality is vitality, and movement is energy......"

“...... Today, billions of stars, infinite constant sand, should run in the sky, change in the infinite ......"

“...... Preaching in heaven and earth, turning into a god to ...... around"

“...... Divide and combine with its own fixed number, create and leave a line ......"

“...... As for the time and space of the mixed hole, the creation is infinite, the Tao is endless, and the law is infinite......"

“...... The changes are endless, and the power of all the heavens is ......"

Doumu Yuanjun's sermon was about the rudimentary form of her views on the operation of Zhou Tian Xingdou, and several people were fascinated by it, she started from scratch and forcibly opened up a way!

"Doumu Daoyou, the mixed yuan can be expected. After the three thousand years of preaching, Yang Mei blurted out as soon as he woke up.

Even Ye Ang couldn't help nodding his head and admitting that Doumu Yuanjun was now a real shortcut.

Seeing that Sanxiao was still in enlightenment, Doumu Yuanjun did not continue to preach, and turned around to see Ye Ang looking at him with a smile, and somehow, suddenly felt at peace in his heart.

Yang Mei, a guy with a daughter, suddenly felt a kind of unnaturalness, he coughed lightly, and said: "That candle dragon intercepted a lot of luck from Dao Friend, what does Dao Friend say?"

The three of them looked out.

The huge body of the candle dragon coiled on the mountain in the void, and the fire essence in its mouth shone through the sky.

At this time, the light of the fire spirit had reached the desolate land, and the desolate land had returned to the light, and the route of the candle dragon was very regular, so that many places on the desolate land were faintly about four times of creation.

"As the supreme innate deity, he should have this duty and luck, so why blame him. "Doumu is not as knowledgeable as the candle dragon," and what it does like this also makes me understand a lot, and it is also worth the merits. ”

In fact, Yang Mei also knew that with Doumu Yuanjun's current Taoism and cultivation, he couldn't look down on this bit of luck at all.

Even if Ye Ang sat in front of Doumu Yuanjun, his heart was a little empty, without him, if he didn't use the mixed yuan method, he would definitely not be able to beat Doumu Yuanjun, there was no hope at all.

After all, he was holding the body of a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and he was very restrained.

Therefore, Doumu Yuanjun can now say very presumptuously that the universe is desolate, and he is the only one.

Soon after, Sanxiao woke up one after another.

During this period, the desolate beasts began to attack the Qilin Canyon again, and this time, four quasi-holy desolate beasts appeared to suppress the formation, but the king of the desolate beasts kept his word and did not appear.

After waiting for a hundred years of rest, Doumu Yuanjun began to preach for the second time.

This time, the momentum was huge, and Doumu directly drove Zhou Tian with the respect of the stars, and asked the flood wilderness:

"Out of chaos, yin and yang have been sentenced, men and women are divided, they have mutual affection, and they are regarded as dependents......"

“...... Since it has been a long-term companion, when it is a normal name, the Taoist can come out ?......"

Ye Ang was dumbfounded, what is this?

Marriage?

Fortunately, Doumu Yuanjun just threw out this question, and he did not directly get married.

Ye Ang let out a long sigh of relief, always feeling a little discordant.

“...... Seeing the Taoist friends, it is called the name, but the inheritance is orderly, the contact is moderate, the order is communicative, and the rules are imitated......"

This is the family name, the system of ceremonial music.

“...... There is a degree in the four dimensions, the creation is infinite, and the change is born, Zhou Tian is for, and the fate is said to be the four ......"

This is the fourth hour of life.

“...... Up and down said Yu, left and right, set up five, is to know all directions......"

It's the tree five directions!

In the desolation of heaven and earth, the voice of Doumu Yuanjun's sermon came slowly.

Because the flood was so vast, she did not really preach the flood, but only covered about sixty percent of the living beings.

And, strictly speaking, this time it's not a sermon, it's a theorem.

The creatures in the wilderness reacted differently.

On Buzhou Mountain, Hongjun Taoist listened attentively, shook his head from time to time, and nodded from time to time.

"It's kind of a humanitarian thing. ”

This person is talking about a monk in the form of a Taoist body.

......

Western Wilderness.

It was getting dark.

The unusually burly and tall monk had a full face, deep eyes, and was wrapped in a long cloth.

Behind him, the tall monk, with a broad face and a high forehead, had a solemn expression.

"Listen, what do you hear?"

"Cause and effect are entangled, and there is no liberation!"

"What about you?" asked the burly monk again, still no one around, but there was a voice.

"Time washes away, and it is impossible to escape silence, but it is just a dream. ”

The burly monk laughed heartily.

......

Not around the mountains, Kirin Canyon.

The monks who had just finished an offensive and defensive battle were discussing.

"Then the entrance is said to be the north side of Qilin Canyon?"

"My name is Shi Yan, so my descendants are also surnamed Shi?"

"Yes, that's called inheritance. ”

"When your son sees me, he will have to be called Uncle. ”

"Get out, Shi San, call him uncle. ”

......

On Buzhou Mountain, Sanqing finished his enlightenment and communicated carefully.

Yuan Shimu pondered: "This is an act of immeasurable merit. ”

"It's a righteous god!" Lao Tzu nodded slowly.

......

Doumu Yuanjun's aura had become more and more obscure, and she sat cross-legged on the futon, looking as if she was an ordinary mortal.

A very dignified female professor!

It's just too beautiful and graceful.

Ye Ang took a deep breath and glanced at Yang Mei, both of them feeling that in this heaven and earth, I am afraid that there will be a female mixed yuan monk.

At this time, the three elementary schools also ended their settlements.

"Father. As soon as Xiao Yang woke up, he stood up and shouted sweetly to Yang Mei obediently.

Yang Mei smiled and nodded.

"Uncle Aoba. ”

The smile on Yang Mei's face was even stronger.

Ye Angcai didn't care that she was younger than Yang Mei, and reached out and touched her head very dotingly.

"Sister Yuanjun. ”

"Smack!" Ye Ang slapped her back on the little white futon, ignoring Yang Mei's angry gaze.

"Go back and have a good understanding!"

Doumu Yuanjun smiled, "Okay, between the gods, if they are not directly related, the etiquette is not heavy, and it is okay for her to call it so." ”

Ye Ang complained in his heart, whether it is a woman, whether it is a young lady in the metropolis or a near-way mixed yuan monk, she likes to be called very young by others.