In a daze, Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and in front of him was a lush greenery, towering trees, lush grass, towering strange stones, and a hazy white mist, shrouded in this land, plus the golden sunshine, like a nine-day fairyland. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Where is this? How did I end up here? Zhang Yang was puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help but want to move his body, but found that he didn't move.

Suddenly, a huge amount of information poured into Zhang Yang's mind, and Zhang Yang, who was in pain, fainted directly, and he saw a picture in his dream.

Soon after the opening of the heavens, a golden seed flew from the chaos and fell into a huge mountain that stood on top of the heavens and the earth, and could be nurtured by tens of thousands of years of heaven and earth, absorbing the sun and essence. The small bean sprouts slowly grow into a gourd vine.

The vine received seven gourds of different colors, emitting seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, just when the gourd was ripe, and the gourd vine was happy to think that it could transform into shape, suddenly seven Taoist people fell from the sky, there were men and women, old and young, or stepping on the clouds or driving the light, came to this gourd vine with seven different colors of gourd vines and stopped.

Seeing the colorful gourd, the seven Taoist people were overjoyed, congratulating each other, one of the old men in white stepped forward to pick a golden gourd, the gourd vine wanted to ask for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth, and watched him take away the golden gourd, and the origin of the gourd vine was instantly reduced to one percent.

Then the middle-aged man in the big red robe took off the red gourd with a smile, and the origin of the gourd vine was once again missing, and the gourd vine was dripping blood in his heart, but he couldn't resist.

A young man in a golden robe, holding a golden bell that exuded majesty all over his body, plucked the third white gourd.

The cyan gourd was taken by the only woman among the seven Taoists.

The green gourd was taken away by a young man carrying a sword, and the yellow gourd was taken away by a child dressed as a child.

When the last black gourd was picked up by a middle-aged man in a white robe. The origin of the gourd vine has been reduced by seventy, and the branches and leaves have begun to wither, wither, and miserable.

Tens of thousands of years of achievements by others, the gourd vine from the original anger, unwilling, instantly turned into boundless hatred, firmly remember the figure of every person who picked the gourd, will avenge in the future........

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"O heaven, O earth! I can give me some breath! ....." Zhang Yang looked up at the sky speechlessly, stretched out the dark yellow branches and leaves of his body, and greeted the golden sun.

crossed,

Yes, Zhang Yang is sure that he has crossed by himself.

Novel travel is very popular, but in reality, it is the first time to publicize it.

It doesn't matter if you don't become a legendary god, you can also become the son and grandson of the citizen prince, and you can be rich and small, how can you become a half-dead tree, you want to live, you don't have life, you want to taste, and you don't have any taste, and it's not as good as an otaku.

Zhang Yang was speechless.

Zhang Yang is a "three-no" young man, no house, no car, no savings, a few years after graduating from college, nothing has been accomplished, depressed, out to find a few friends to drink, who knows that on the way back, suddenly the wind is flying, lightning and thunder, just when Zhang Yang wants to hide in the supermarket to avoid the wind, he was suddenly struck by a purple lightning in the sky, and his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

What comes is safe.

Zhang Yang was very helpless, accepted his current identity, and couldn't accept it, because Zhang Yang had no other choice, the withered vine would be the withered vine, and it would be better to die than to live.

Besides, this is an ancient desolate world, the era of great gods flying all over the sky, the era of the Lich War, such a wonderful era, if you don't go out and go on a trip, I'm really sorry for my identity as a traverser.

After figuring it out in his heart, Zhang Yang felt a lot more relaxed all over his body, and at this moment, an ancient idea suddenly came to Zhang Yang's mind: "Take my inheritance and avenge me!" ”

"Who?" Zhang Yang was taken aback, and the nerves in his whole body contracted instantly, in his current situation, any demon beast or something could kill him, and it was strange if he wasn't nervous.

"I'm a gourd man." Ancient ideas came again.

"Hulu Daoist?" Zhang Yang was surprised, gourd, gourd, could it be the wisdom of this gourd vine? Oh no, he's not dead yet, so what should I do? Thousands of thoughts flashed through Zhang Yang's mind, analyzing the current form.

"Do not be afraid, my spirit has dissipated. That's the last bit of obsession. "The Old Mind said.

"What can I do for my seniors?" couldn't figure out the other party's purpose, Zhang Yang couldn't feel the other party's killing intent, and his heart relaxed a lot, but he was still vigilant, so he asked.

"Inherit me. Avenge me! "The old idea is a railway.

"What revenge? Who to look for? Zhang Yang didn't react for a while, and asked casually.

"Kill the man who plucked the gourd from me." Ancient ideas were passed down to the portraits of the seven people.

Seeing the faces of the seven people clearly, and then thinking of the myths and legends of his previous life, Zhang Yang understood it this time, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and was shocked in his heart: "Kill them? I really hanged myself on the birthday tree, looking for death! ”

Hulu Teng may not know who those seven people are, but Zhang Yang knows that four of the seven people are saints, Sanqing legend Pangu Yuan God incarnated, the future heavenly saint, no one can afford to provoke, Nuwa is a demon saint, these four people, as long as Zhang Yang is not holy, he will never be able to provoke.

Taiyi, Hongyun is okay to say, it will be hung up in the near future, and there is only that little boy left, Zhang Yang doesn't know who it is, just these people, that is not a stomp, a character who trembles in the desolate world, what anti-heaven inheritance can compare to the four saints, rummaging through the entire desolate world, I am afraid that in addition to the three treasures of the opening of the sky, there is really nothing that can be compared.

This made Zhang Yang go to take revenge, it was better to kill him, so he didn't want to think about it, Zhang Yang refused directly, this matter is by no means a joke with his life.

"Senior, I can't agree to this matter, you better ask Gao Ming!"

"Are you sure you won't go? Aren't you afraid that I will erase your soul? Let you never be reborn, and it is not difficult to know that my inheritance has become holy and enlightened. The old thought tempted again.

"Erase the soul and don't go." Zhang Yang's heart trembled, but his attitude was still resolute.

"Really? I'll just look at you, how hard are your bones? The ancient thought snorted coldly, and a momentum that changed the color of the wind and clouds instantly pressed on Zhang Yang's soul.

"Boom!"

Zhang Yang's soul trembled, as if he felt an invisible mountain pressing on his body, making him breathless, his soul gradually showed some signs of dissipation, and his consciousness was a little blurred, but Zhang Yang still did not give in.

Seeing that Zhang Yang's soul was about to crack, and when he couldn't hold on, the invisible pressure suddenly disappeared, and Zhang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief: "This level has passed." ”

"Hehe, there is backbone, since this is the case, let's change the conditions." The ancient mind didn't expect Zhang Yang to be so rigid, he would rather die than give in, be silent for a while, and speak out again.

"You were right." Zhang Yang was secretly happy in his heart, if he chose to kill the four saints, the standard ten deaths were lifeless, not to mention whether he could kill them, even if he could kill them, there was still a Hongjun on the top, and Hongjun would not agree to be the first one.

The ancient idea obviously has no ability to kill the four saints, otherwise he will not find a successor, and if he asks for himself, the chance of his death is very small, so Zhang Yang bet on the ancient idea and dare not kill himself. It turned out to be the right bet.

"On what terms?" At this time, Zhang Yang also calmed down.

"Resurrect me." Ancient thoughts speak again.

"Resurrection? How about the resurrection? Zhang Yang frowned, although he didn't practice, he also knew that resurrection was by no means simple, especially for a person whose soul was scattered.

"It's very simple, gather the seven gourds, find the Creation Divine Water, and I can be resurrected." Ancient ideas came again.

"Okay, I promise you." Zhang Yang thought about it before and after, and found that there was no problem, so he agreed.

Suddenly, a stream of information came again, countless runes came, and they were printed on Zhang Yang's soul, and the voice of the ancient thoughts came from the fading away: "Okay, take my inheritance, fulfill your promise....... "Everyone has their own dream of the desolation, and I am the same, how is the world of the desolation, I need your advice and support......