Volume 1 Emperor Chapter 82 The Descendants of the Dragon (1)
Xiao Yu and Xiao Hei, who had just walked out of the dynasty not far away, also saw the dragon clan's inscription. Xiao Yu said to himself: "This should be the old man, I didn't expect the old man's identity to be so powerful, the master should be happy to be called the emperor, but it will be difficult to see him again in the future! β
Long Teng, who was surrounded by ethereal flames, was staring at him with full attention at the moment, because there was a thatched hut on the top of the ethereal peak, and now the door was opened from the inside, holding the door frame with one hand, which made Long Teng very careful.
Ethereal Peak is known as the first peak in the mainland, and only those who become emperors can climb it, and then the emperors will become immortals and demons, but now there is a room and a person on the peak, which makes Long Teng how can he not be vigilant. This person has not been here for three or five days, so who is he? At this moment, Long Teng did not rush forward, and waited for this person to appear.
A person walked out of the grass house, a shabby but clean clothes stuck to the body, the person who came was not a crane hair, and there was no appearance of fairy wind bones, giving people a very ordinary feeling, some gray hair was tied in a knot at will, everything gave people a particularly casual feeling. But Long Teng didn't take this lightly at this time, he was waiting quietly.
The person who came walked up to Long Teng step by step, smiled and said, "Relax, it's safe here, and I'm safe." As he spoke, the old man beckoned to dispel the ethereal flames surrounding Long Teng.
At this time, Long Teng felt strange, with Long Teng's cultivation now, it can be said that there is no opponent in the world, but this seemingly ordinary old man in front of him, even looks not as old as him, Long Teng's heart appeared in the word "so strong", which further deepened Long Teng's doubts, he asked: "Who is Your Excellency?"
The old man scratched his hair and said with some embarrassment, "How can I tell you this? I used to talk about a person again, I said it so that my mouth was dry, and no one came up in the good years recently, you are the first, so I'll talk about it again, it just so happens that I haven't spoken much in these years. β
The old man stroked the hair of his sideburns and said, "There are three realms in this ethereal continent, four realms to be exact. It's just that this Buddha realm doesn't participate in the Three Realms struggle, so I usually don't mention it. There is the fairy world here, there is the demon world below, and the middle one is the human world where we are. All creatures in the human world finally ascended to this ethereal peak through cultivation, but in fact, they chose to become immortals and demons here in order to pursue a higher path. As the so-called thought becomes an immortal and a thought becomes a demon, it depends on your own choice, and the catastrophes you have received over the years are actually trials, selecting good seedlings for the two worlds of immortals and demons, the top of the human world is just the bottom of the two worlds of immortals and demons, you have to have a mental preparation for this, there are many so-called emperors in the human world After going again, there are many people who can't stand this gap and go crazy and die. β
The old man looked at Long Teng, who was still calm, and continued: "It is precisely because the strength of the two worlds of immortals and demons is too strong, in order to prevent ambitious guys from destroying the human world, so in order to achieve a balance, let me protect the human world, in the mouths of those people, my name is 'world god'." β
Long Teng listened to it and muttered to himself, "Realm God?" He was the first time he had heard of these things, and he was very interested in it.
Long Teng asked the realm god: "Since the human realm has gone through vicissitudes and has been able to enter the two realms of gods and demons, that is to say, the human realm is sending them fresh blood, why do they still want to destroy the world?
The Realm God smiled and said, "You are so naΓ―ve, they are for their own rule. Although the human realm can send fresh blood to the two worlds of immortals and demons, these bloods are not of much use compared to domination, don't forget that they will also multiply, and they can pass on all the resources from generation to generation. And there will inevitably be people who rebel among those who go up to the human world, and what if these people succeed in resisting? Those rulers don't want to see even one person grow up, so they don't like the human world, or they want to enslave the human world more. The human realm is enslaved by them, there will never be cultivators, they will definitely make the human realm a peerless realm, only ordinary people, and there are no cultivators, so that they can sit back and relax. β
Long Teng said: "In this case, then why are there so many emperors who have entered the two realms of immortals and demons, and as you said, they are also the lowest people, why bother?"
"Because of immortality, as long as you enter the two worlds of immortals and demons, you can live forever, and this is the essential difference between humans and immortals and demons, not to mention that there are higher Dao methods and more rare treasures. The allure of these is very great, even if it is not recovered, the heart yearns for it. β
"Can immortals and demons really live forever?" Long Teng muttered to himself.
At this time, the Realm God leaked a trace of disdain, and he said: "If it is smooth sailing, you can live forever, but when you encounter an opponent, you will still be killed, as long as your cultivation is low, your life will still be in danger." β
Long Teng said: "That's not much fun, anyway, my Tao is not looking for the two worlds of gods and demons, I am not interested in those rare treasures, I still have a little yearning for immortality, but the price to pay is too great, it is completely unnecessary, immortality may not be a pain." β
When the realm god heard these words of Long Teng, he looked at him differently, and he asked, "What kind of path have you cultivated?"
Long Teng pointed to the bottom of the mountain, drew a circle in the air, and said: "Hongchen Dao, entering the world and being born is my way." β
The realm god nodded appreciatively, "Hongchen Dao, rare in ancient times, you are quite different, you don't follow the footsteps of your predecessors, you are your own faction, very good." β
Long Teng had some questions at this time: "May I ask the realm god, if I don't enter the two realms of gods and demons or the so-called Buddha realm, then where can I go?"
The Realm God stepped forward and grabbed Long Teng's arm and said, "Come with me to the room and talk about it in detail." At this time, Long Teng found that he couldn't break free from the hands of the Realm God at all, and this Realm God was definitely not to be underestimated.
Whether Long Teng wanted to or not, he was finally pulled into the room by the Realm God.
The furnishings of the room are extremely simple, a low table in the eye, two futons next to it, there are three teacups on the table, but there are no teapots and other utensils, the teacups are buckled at this time, and they have not been touched for many years, and there is a knife hanging obliquely on the wall, which seems to be ordinary but exudes a kind of earth-splitting momentum all the time, and there is nothing else.
The god of the realm sat on the futon, and made a gesture of please to signal Long Teng to sit on the futon opposite. Long Teng knew that he was not hostile and sat down, and in an instant, Long Teng felt light, as if he was in the purest essence place. He knew that this was naturally the effect of the futon, and it seemed that this seemingly ordinary futon was by no means an ordinary thing, just like the god of the world and his simple knife, which seemed ordinary but was actually amazing.
The realm god saw Long Teng's slightly surprised look and said, "The two futons made of Kunlun wood branches are not a big deal. β
Long Teng secretly swallowed his saliva, Kunlun Mu was fortunate to see that he was fortunate to have three lives, and a single leaf could set off a bloody storm in the world, but he used it to weave a futon, and he was so casual.
The Realm God pointed to the three teacups on the table and asked Long Teng, "Do you know what this is?"
"It can't be as simple as a teacup. "Long Teng has already judged that he has absolutely no ordinary products here.
The realm god laughed and turned over the three teacups one by one, and Long Teng's eyes widened at this time, and he couldn't say a word of surprise.