slept well, and was knocked on the door for no reason.

Cao Yi, who was a little angry when he got up, hummed coldly.

When did the Holy Mother of Jin Ling be treated like this, he was a little unhappy in his heart, but his face still did not change, and he asked politely: "I don't know what to call you?" ”

"The surname is Cao, and the single name is an easy word"

Cao Yi replied.

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit immediately searched in her mind.

But I didn't remember it at all.

The name seems to have appeared out of nowhere.

After thinking about it, Our Lady of Jin Ling asked again: "It turned out to be Cao Daoyou, I don't know where Cao Daoyou is taught?" ”

There are so many questions.

"No Teacher"

Cao Yi replied without being salty.

Turn around and go.

The corners of Our Lady of Golden Spirit's mouth twitched.

As a pinnacle golden immortal, the second disciple of the Tongtian Sage, she has not been so scorned for a long time.

"Seniors and slow"

Wen Zhong suddenly spoke.

Cao Yi stopped and turned his head to look over.

Wen Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with some urgency: "The great tribulation that the predecessor just said, is it true?" ”

"It's Nature"

Cao Yi replied.

Wen Zhong's already pale face turned even paler.

"Hugh has to listen to his nonsense, if there is such a catastrophe, I will not know, and the master will not know."

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit sneered.

She was a disciple of a saint.

If there is really a peerless catastrophe in this world, the time when she gets the news is definitely earlier than a Wild Road Peak Golden Immortal.

"What does it matter to me whether you believe it or not"

Cao Yi didn't care about dropping a sentence and entered the Taoist temple with his hands behind his back.

"But Master, my Dashang's luck has indeed been declining sharply recently."

Wen Zhong retorted.

Then he realized that it was a bit inappropriate to be so direct, and he hurriedly added: "The disciple is in a hurry, and his words have collided, please don't blame the master."

Our Lady of Jin Ling snorted, thought for a few breaths, and turned her gaze to Zi Shou, who had fainted, "Is it out of him?"

Wen Zhong shook his head and said, "In addition to advocating martial arts, the king has no defects."

After being silent for a while, Our Lady of Jin Ling said, "Later, I will make a special trip to Penglai Island for the teacher and ask the saint."

"Thank you, Master"

Wen Zhong hurriedly said respectfully.

Our Lady of Jin Ling glanced at Cao Yi, who had returned to the Taoist temple, tore open a space, and walked in.

The space collapses.

After Wen Zhong bowed to the Taoist temple, he picked up Zishou and was about to leave.

"If you want him to grow, don't protect him all day long"

Cao Yi's faint voice came from the Taoist temple.

Wen Zhong was shocked, and said respectfully: "Thank you seniors for reminding me, juniors remember"

"Let's go"

Cao Yi said.

"Junior retirement"

Wen Zhong turned into a dazzling divine light and flew away.

In the silence of the Taoist temple.

Cao Yi frowned slightly.

Before coming to this world, he always thought that Zishou, like Yingzheng, was a peerless emperor who was decisive in killing.

"Ding, do you want to accept part of the inheritance of the Gate of Eternal Life?"

The system's voice rang out suddenly.

The Inheritance of the Gate of Eternal Life?

After Cao Yi froze for a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Accept"

A desolate, ancient aura appeared in the depths of the sea of knowledge.

Followed by an ethereal voice that seemed to be a song but not a song, like a curse, seemed to be a cry of fate in the dark. Cao Yi had never heard such complex syllables.

Penglai Island.

The Great World of Gods, the hidden cultivation place of the Tongtian Sect Master, one of the six saints.

It is said to be an island, but it is actually more like a continent floating on the sea.

For those who have cultivated below the sainthood, Penglai Island is constantly changing positions and unpredictable.

Only the other five saints who are also saints. And the core disciples like Our Lady of the Golden Spirit knew that Penglai Island did not move, but only cut off all the rules and transcended things.

Our Lady of Jin Ling took out the token given by the master and opened Penglai Island.

"The disciple asks to see the master"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit bowed respectfully to the Biyou Palace in the center of the island.

"The saint is not on the island"

The two boys walked out of the Biyou Palace.

"Did the master ever say when he would return?"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit asked.

The two boys shook their heads in unison.

"Then I'll wait outside the palace"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit sat down on the spot.

Sunrise and sunset, I don't know how many springs and autumns.

A tall shadow enveloped Our Lady of the Golden Spirit.

"Master"

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit raised her head and saw a handsome young man with a smile on her face.

Just about to get up.

The young man, or rather, the Tongtian Sect Master, held down the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit with one hand, and sat on the side of the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit freely.

He took out a gourd and drank it to himself.

Our Lady of Jin Ling has long been accustomed to the uninhibited uninhibition of her own saint master, and said respectfully: "Master, the disciple is here this time."

"Don't listen"

The Tongtian Sect Master looked away.

The corners of Our Lady of Golden Spirit's mouth twitched.

"Do you know who the teacher is going to see this time?"

The Tongtian Sect Master put down the gourd and said with a complicated expression.

"Who?"

Our Lady of Jin Ling asked subconsciously.

"Master"

The Tongtian Sect Master said.

Our Lady of Jin Ling was shocked, took a deep breath and asked, "What is the matter with the ancestor looking for the master?" ”

The Tongtian Sect Master looked at the sky farther away, and said faintly, "The Great Tribulation is about to start again."

Our Lady of Jin Ling's heart clicked, "There is really a catastrophe"

The Tongtian Sect Master turned his head, and the blankness in his eyes was replaced by coldness.

Our Lady of the Golden Spirit felt a supreme force sweep across the sea of knowledge.

"Cao Yi, who is it?"

A trace of doubt flashed across the face of the Tongtian Sect Master.

On the nameless mountain.

Cao Yi opened his eyes.

He hadn't laughed for a long time, but he laughed again.

Because he has mastered the branch of the Great Destiny Technique in the Immortal World, the Little Fatalism Technique.

Don't look at this humble name, the power is terrifying.

He estimated that it was not impossible to have a wave with the saints.

Suddenly, a supreme force descended.

Cao Yi subconsciously wanted to perform a little fatalism.

The supreme power suddenly disappeared again.

"Who is it?"

Several names flashed through Cao Yi's mind in an instant.

"Dao Chief, something happened"

A streamer of light was thrown down from the sky.

It's wheezing.

Cao Yi swept his mind and knew what was going on.

When he passed through the North Sea, a strong wind swept away King Sam.

"North Sea"

Cao Yi frowned.

Beihai appeared at the beginning of the gods, and it was very inconspicuous in the gods, but it was very weird.

Yuan Futong, a mere prince, resisted the Shang Dynasty, the only earthly god dynasty in the world, for more than ten years.

"Stay and look after the house"

Cao Yi dropped a sentence.

The space was torn apart, and the islands appeared over the North Sea.

The mind swept away.

Two armies are facing off, each occupying hundreds of islands.

On one side was the army of the Shang Dynasty led by Wen Zhong.

On one side was the Beihai Coalition led by Yuan Futong, a prince of Beihai.

Cao Yi ignored them, and his divine thoughts spread.

After a while, Cao Yi's face showed a solemn expression.

There is no breath of the king at all.

In other words, either the other party's cultivation is higher than him, or the other party has a superb spirit treasure that obscures the qi.