The two who were pregnant with ghosts said goodbye to each other.

Tang Xuan was sent out of the god list.

A man with an indifferent face appeared beside the white-robed Hongjun.

The white-robed Hongjun didn't reply and said, "What's the matter, can't you wait to go outside to be the Emperor of Heaven?" ”

The indifferent man is the black-robed Hongjun after the disguise.

A hazy halo spread around him, and when the halo dissipated, he revealed a face that was exactly the same as that of the white-robed Hongjun.

"Why didn't you kill Jiang Ziya?"

The voice of the black-robed Hongjun is like the ice in the Nine Hells, just hearing it can make the blood flow in the human body not flow smoothly, and the mind will fall into stagnation.

He even changed his appearance, and he was waiting to go to the main world to be the Heavenly Emperor of Fengqiu, but such an incident suddenly appeared, disrupting his plans and making him very displeased.

The white-robed Hongjun sighed lightly: "Things have happened, what can you change even if you kill him?" ”

The black-robed Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said, "It can relieve the anger in my heart." ”

The two of them exuded diametrically opposed aura, like the poles of yin and yang, the confrontation of ice and fire.

The white-robed Hongjun was silent for a few breaths, he slowly stood up, and turned his head to look at the realm outside the light. The darkness was banished by his gaze, revealing a dead silence that was hidden by it.

The bodies of countless immortals sat facing them, some of them so badly rotted that their eye sockets were even sunken into a pair of black pits.

"Because of our decision, the Flood Desolate Continent was torn apart, allowing Chaos to annihilate the vast majority of living beings, and there are very few immortals left today." The white-robed Hongjun said slowly, "If you can kill one less, you will have one more." ”

"So the rebels should also be kept?"

The eyes of the black-robed Hongjun were piercing cold.

"Jiang Ziya is not rebellious, he is just dissatisfied with our status quo, and he is a little self-defeating." The white-robed Hongjun turned to the black-robed Hongjun and said, "There are many such immortals, they will do the same thing after they go out, are you going to kill them all?" ”

There was a strong malice in the eyes of the black-robed Hongjun, and his gaze clearly told the white-robed Hongjun his answer.

The white-robed Hongjun sighed faintly: "They just lost themselves temporarily. I believe that when the flood will prosper again, the way of heaven will come back to the world, and the immortals will be able to enjoy the universe again, they will understand us. ”

The black-robed Hongjun said coldly: "I don't agree with your words, I can only hope so." ”

The white-robed Hongjun nodded and said, "You go back and rest, and when you can go out, I will send you a message." ”

"Good."

A black-red light rose from under the feet of the black-robed Hongjun, and after the light dissipated, he disappeared in place.

Only the white-robed Hongjun was left standing alone on the high platform, and the white-robed Hongjun looked straight in the direction of the spread of the immortal's body, feeling a certain atmosphere that made him emotionally depressed.

The white-robed Hongjun suddenly asked into the air, "Buddha-figure, is the path we decided on the right one?" ”

The sound drifted farther and farther away, farther and softer, until it disappeared completely.

No one answered his question.

The white-robed Hongjun's expression did not change in the slightest, as if it was normal to not get an answer, but he still stared in that direction, as if expecting an answer.

In fact, he and the black-robed Hongjun are not Hongjun, they are Hongjun's good and evil thoughts.

Back then, Hongjun Dao Ancestor forcibly refined the small world when he was seriously injured, and in order to make the small world take shape, he had to integrate himself into it, become a kind of life similar to the Heavenly Dao, and used a special method to leave them to manage the small world.

With the lack of energy in the small world, Hongjun Daozu's consciousness also fell into a coma that lasted for several epochs, and before he fell into a coma, Hongjun Daozu entrusted them to take the immortals out of the predicament on his behalf.

Since then, it's been their mission.

In any case, they want to free the immortals from the embarrassment of living in a small world, and in order to achieve this goal, good learns to make evil decisions, and evil learns to think like good.

They are born on the basis of good and evil, and the ambiguity of good and evil will shake the foundations of their existence, and they have paid a heavy price for this, and they have come to the end of their lives at this moment.

If they still can't complete their mission in this era, they won't have a chance.

So they decided to plunder the energy of this era to replenish the small world, but they did not know if such a decision was the right one.

There is no doubt that their actions will cause irreparable damage to the living beings of this era, leading this era to ruin.

Of course, this meets the needs of survival, but the pursuit of immortals is far more than survival, they also pursue the Tao, the pursuit of etiquette, and the pursuit of the immaculate self.

The white-robed Hongjun couldn't understand this, but he knew that these were no less important to the immortals than survival.

Some immortals would have taken the initiative to end their lives if they knew about his and the black-robed Hongjun's plan, even if they had been suffering for countless years in order to wait for the revival of the flood desolation.

And the rest of the immortals...... Losing the Tao, abandoning the rituals, and forgetting oneself, can such an immortal still be called an immortal?

Are they helping or destroying the immortals?

During this time, the white-robed Hongjun often wondered, if the deity was still awake, what would he do, would he approve of their approach?

The white-robed Hongjun looked at the depths of the small world in confusion, standing in place, and remained silent for a long time.

"You're faster this time than last time."

As soon as Tang Xuan stepped out of the god list, he heard such a sentence that caught him off guard.

Lin Wan said with concern: "How was the talk?" ”

"It's not bad to talk about it, inform the leader, and make a subgodhead - Zhao Gongming first." Tang Xuan replied, "Hongjun and I have reached a verbal agreement, if Zhao Gongming is here to investigate and determine that the Federation has the information of the Neutron Battle Star and advanced civilization, the immortals will make big concessions. ”

Lin Wan said happily: "That is the negotiation?" ”

Tang Xuan nodded thoughtfully: "Sort of, Hongjun took care of his own losses and didn't argue with me too much." ”

After leaving the Fengshen List, he recalled the demeanor and expression of the white-robed Hongjun when he talked before, and faintly felt that the white-robed Hongjun seemed to have something on his mind, which caused him to be a little distracted when talking about the new conditions, and did not argue with him.

Lin Wan nodded and said, "Just now, the psychiatrist said that our tainted diplomats are being treated, and it won't take long to get rid of the mental influence." ”

Tang Xuan was slightly stunned: "Are they okay?" ”

"That Jiang Ziya's spiritual bewitchment is floating on the surface, even if he doesn't do treatment, his good impression of the immortal will naturally subside after ten days and half a month." Lin Wan paused, "What's going on with that Jiang Ziya, did Hongjun explain it to you?" ”

Lin Wan had a lot of questions in her heart, and she already felt that these diplomats could not be saved.

"Hongjun said that Jiang Ziya is crazy, which is a special case, but I think there may be another hidden meaning in this matter." Tang Xuan paused, "I now suspect that Hongjun cooperated with us to strengthen their small world, and he wanted to take energy from us to replenish themselves. ”