Yang Xuan felt that he was very unlucky.

Traveled to the covering sky 200,000 years ago, and was made into a desolate ancient holy body, but within a few days, he was captured by the Feather God Dynasty and sacrificed to become an immortal tripod.

finally escaped to the flood wilderness, but when I arrived at the flood wilderness, I found that the battle of the gods had been over for many years, and the journey to the west was about to begin, and the innate spirit treasure and the innate spirit root were basically divided.

Following Sun Wukong to worship under the Bodhi Patriarch, Yang Xuan, who reported a thigh, was a little relieved. Although his master is a good corpse of a quasi-Daoist, it is also a genuine quasi-saint, and in this era when saints do not come out, it is definitely the number one desolate power.

As a result, after some tossing, Yang Xuan discovered that the so-called traverser was still an ant in front of the real boss!!

Now that the secrets on his body have been exposed, he will not only have to work for the saint in the future, but also have countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

I don't dare to go out of the mountain now, for fear that I will be watched by people as soon as I go out.

With his hands crossed behind his head, Yang Xuan lay down with his head tilted, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at the auspicious clouds in the sky aimlessly, his eyes were deep, and he pursed his lips for a while.

"If I had bowed to his door, there might not have been so much to do."

Yang Xuan's identity is very embarrassing, although Shizun is a member of the Daomen, he is not inheriting the Sanqing Taoist system, but the good corpse of a Western saint.

This is very painful, although the master is a good corpse who will stay in the Dao Gate forever in order to repay the cause and effect, but there is still some kind of relationship with the Quasi-Daoist.

Although Bodhi is not Zhun Ti, Zhun Ti is Bodhi in a sense.

After all, Yang Xuan, a Taoist monk, is actually related to Buddhism.

Even if he was reluctant, he was involved in the dispute over Buddhism.

If he was given a chance to choose, Yang Xuan would choose to worship under Lao Tzu.

After all, the second-generation disciples of the Renjiao are far less than the two sects, and the resources are abundant, and there is no competitive motivation between the same teachers and brothers, and the internal is quite harmonious.

As for the exposition of the two religions...... There are many torrents of wilderness, and those who choose Xuanmen like to worship the sect.

Why?

Because in the eyes of those traversers, there is no racial discrimination in the sect, and there is unity, sincere unity, respect for teachers and education, and arrogance...... The Tongtian Sect Master is even more affectionate and righteous, and dares to fight against fate.

It's a ridiculous joke.

Although the number of expounders is small, the twelve golden immortals come together at every turn. The only general mobilization of the Interception Sect was the Ten Thousand Immortal Array at the last moment. Not to mention anything else, when Wen Zhong died, did Our Lady of Jin Ling ask? You call it unity?

When the Ten Thousand Immortal Array broke, the three thousand Hongchen guests were all entered the West and obediently went to be the Three Thousand Buddhas. This has to have one-third of the strength of the sect, right? What about respecting teachers and teaching and being proud? Why isn't there anyone who would rather die than give in and play self-destruction?

As for the Tongtian Sect Master, he had always intended to calm things down.

"Close the door of the cave and recite the three or two volumes of Huang Ting. Cast into the Western Soil, there are celebrities on the list of gods" These two poems are posted in front of the gate of Biyou Palace, but they are written by the master of Tongtian Sect. If it weren't for the disciples of the sect who added fuel and vinegar to the teachings when Guang Chengzi came, and did not let Guang Chengzi leave, the Tongtian Sect Master would not have been able to make up his mind to face Yuan Shi Tianzun at all.

As for the teachings, there are also a bunch of black spots, such as bullying the small, conspiracies, racial discrimination, and so on.

"What should I do in the future?"

Hide back in the Hidden World?

His own cultivation of the Golden Immortal Great Perfection can be regarded as a master in the Immortal Realm, but ...... It seems that a terrible war will break out in the future.

In the battle that was suspected of having the participation of a strong man above the heavens, Wu Shi died, Ye Fan was seriously injured and lay in the bronze coffin of the third generation, and the whereabouts of the empress were unknown.

It's impossible for me to be alone in that big battle! For the heavens, Yang Xuan's eyes were even darker, and he knew very little.

Defection to Hongmeng and Lin Meng?

Finding two Mixed Yuan Realm powerhouses as backers sounds quite reliable at first glance, but in this case, there will be no room for improvement after cultivating to the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and he will also have to be subject to others.

The most important ...... This is tantamount to walking on the opposite side of the saints of the flood wilderness, and it is difficult to guarantee that when he travels through the heavens and all worlds in the future, he will be beaten by the saint's projection clone.

"It seems that I will only be able to work for the saint in the future."

Yang Xuan spit out the grass in his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

In some of the torrents I watched in my previous life, there were always punches and Sanqing, kicks and kicks, hugged Nuwa, hugged Sanxiao, and then wrestled with Hongjun and even Tiandao.

Yang Xuan felt that these were very far away from him, and the most important thing was to be able to live with some dignity!

If he continues to stay in the Flood Wilderness in the future, he should work for the saint and take a group of Flood Wilderness monks to open up the heavens and all worlds.

Although it is already a flood after the battle of the gods, the grand occasion of "Da Luo is everywhere, and the golden immortal is not as good as a dog" when the world first opened has long been a thing of the past, but there are still many people in Da Luo Jin Xian and even quasi-saints.

As soon as they heard that they could go to the heavens and worlds outside the chaos, these desolate powers, who usually stayed in their own lair, were absolutely like sharks that smelled blood, and they flocked to it.

Yang Xuandu began to mourn for some of the world.

Isn't it mysterious enough? A bunch of Immortal Emperor-level monks, even those guys with their nostrils facing the sky above the heavens, they may not be able to hold it.

"Do you want to go back and be a leader in the road?"

Standing up from the ground, Yang Xuan stretched his waist, looked at the sky, and suddenly said something inexplicably.

The gap between the sky and the flood is not something that can be explained in a few words, if you really want to deal with the flood famine, it is basically only the part of being colonized.

But on second thought, the natives who covered the sky may not be too resistant to the flood.

The monks of any world are respected by the strong, as long as there is still a little bit of discipline in the wilderness, in the face of the absolute strength gap, I believe that the vast majority of people will make a wise choice.

Even as long as Hong Huang came up with something that could make the monk immortal, he would attract a large group of people who covered the sky and led the way in a minute.

Those Dark Supremes who were extremely eager for immortality in the forbidden area of life, Yang Xuan felt that he could easily take out more than a dozen Ancient Emperor Supremes for his own use with some acquired aura.

"Forget it," Yang Xuan twisted his neck, glanced down the mountain, and said lightly, "It's better to go back to the sky to avoid the limelight." ”

"Hongmeng wants to come to the wilderness."

Thirty-three days away, an indifferent and ethereal voice sounded in Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun stared at the golden laurel leaf lying quietly in the palm of his hand, felt the infinite Xuanhuang qi emanating from it, and raised his head to look at Sanqing sitting on the futon below, and spoke indifferently.

"You three go see him."