The news of the heavens and all the worlds soon spread among the many great powers of the wilderness. For a while, the flood famine, which had been silent for many years, boiled again, and many people's hearts couldn't help but think, and they turned their eyes to the infamous Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Thirty-three days away, the big red sky, too clear realm

An ethereal and lonely fairy palace stands and in chaos, surrounded by immortal trees, spiritual plants flourish, and there are bursts of cranes in the quiet depths.

Simple, solemn, outlining the traces of time, as if the ancient strengths.

The gold plate dragon plaque is written "Eight Views Palace", which contains Taoist rhyme.

Unlike the well-organized dojo of Yuan Shi Tianzun and Tongtian Sect Master, Lao Tzu's dojo is very ...... Nature.

The Eight Views Palace, which is surrounded by danxiang, is quiet but not silent, peaceful but not cold, the grass and trees are thriving, there are white jade floors, golden pillars, futons, incense burners, and jade cases in the main hall, but there is nothing else besides these.

Lao Tzu, dressed in a simple robe, sat on the futon, holding the floating dust in his hand, closing his eyes and concentrating, and a quiet and inactive artistic conception surrounded him.

"Disciple to meet Master."

A respectful voice sounded in the hall, Lao Tzu gently opened and half-closed, and those quiet eyes seemed to be staged to open the world, the stars were bright and extinguished, ruthless and desireless, joyless and angry.

"Xuandu, you're here."

Lao Tzu squinted at this dark figure, smiled knowingly, closed his eyes again, and did not move.

The middle-aged Taoist standing in front of Lao Tzu is dignified, handsome, dressed in a black robe, hearty and clear, and has the demeanor of Lao Tzu in his gestures.

This person is the first disciple of the second generation of Xuanmen, and now the senior brother of Xuanmen, the Grand Master of Xuandu!

If you inquire about the name of Xuandu in the wilderness, it can be said that everyone knows and everyone knows, after all, Xuandu is the only personal disciple of the Taiqing sage Lao Tzu, and he is also the descendant of Xuanmen, with a very high level of understanding, and he has won the true biography of Lao Tzu.

It's a perfect character who is praised and admired no matter who mentions it.

The Marshal of Tianpeng, who was mistakenly cast into a pig's womb, was his apprentice.

"Master, the matter of that traverser has now spread in the wilderness. Zhen Yuanzi, Styx Ancestor and others already know. ”

Xuandu stood with his hands in his hands, his face did not change, but a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes that was difficult to catch.

Regarding the news of Xuandu's leadership, Lao Tzu just sighed, and continued to close his eyes and recuperate, no longer paying attention.

The heavens and all the worlds outside the chaos were discussed early in the morning, and the Daomen side would not be monopolized, so they would naturally share some of the benefits to others.

Seeing Lao Tzu's indifferent appearance, Xuan knew that his master knew what he knew, so he bowed down and said goodbye, turned around and left.

After worshipping Lao Tzu for so many years, Xuandu also knows his master's temperament. Don't look at Lao Tzu who doesn't care about everything on weekdays, he has always had no last resort.

Whether it is the Dao Sect or the Buddha Sect, even the former Demon Sect Leader, has experienced it.

After Xuandu left, Lao Tzu opened his eyes slightly, smiled indifferently, his eyes wandered, and his expression suddenly softened a lot.

"The flood is not your paradise."

The flood has never been as beautiful as the traverser imagined.

Especially the early flood famine, it was simply a nightmare for the flood traveler.

Punching Sanqing, kicking and leading, pushing to Nuwa's back soil and other things, you may not even have the qualifications to be lustful in your heart.

Surviving first is the most important thing.

The law of survival in the early flood was simple and cruel, and the weak would die at any time.

As innate beings born at the beginning of the opening of heaven and earth, Lao Tzu and his two brothers have witnessed the history of the flood from ancient times to the present.

In that era when the moral constraints were very small and the way of heaven was not yet perfect, the strong were respected, the weak were regarded as ants, the weak were preyed, the weak were preyed, murder and treasure, and the cave mansion and even Taoist couples were forcibly occupied...... It's a lot of fun, and it's happening every day.

This is the true appearance of the early days of the desolate world, and it is not half a point lower than the world of perfection that covers the sky.

Even in today's era when saints do not come out, the seemingly peaceful flood on the surface is actually still pursuing the law of the jungle.

That is to say, the moral constraints have become bigger, and we have to pay attention to the appearance of eating.

Although there are many traversers, most of them are meat without gold fingers.

If you are lucky, you can travel to the flood wilderness after the gods, or a low-profile version of the parallel flood world, as long as you don't die, you can still live with some dignity.

But if it's an early flood, hehe...... Ask for your own blessings.

……

"Hey, did you notice? These days, there are many outsiders who come to visit. ”

"I know, I heard Senior Brother Dacheng say that the Tai Bai Xing of Heavenly Court came here yesterday."

"What is a platinum star? Zhen Yuanzi of Wuguanzhuang has come to visit Shizun today, but I personally received him at the cave gate. ”

"Hehe, you don't know, half a month ago, even the Asura clan of the Netherworld Blood Sea came."

"What?! It's actually an Asura clan! Don't be suspicious, the Asura clan is not good to stay in the sea of blood, what are you doing in our three-star cave of the slanting moon. ”

"Why should I lie to you, that Asura man is extremely ugly, full of anger, that kind of bloody breath full of killing, I will never forget it."

……

Rotten Peach Mountain, Yang Xuan sat alone on the edge of the Siguo cliff in a daze, looking at the scenery in front of him that had not changed for 10,000 years, with one hand on his chin, his expression was sluggish.

The breeze was blowing, the leaves were rustling, but Yang Xuan was in turmoil at the moment.

Although his secret is known to the saints, it is nothing. After all, the primordial spirit of the saint can be pinned on the way of heaven, although he can't perceive everything anytime and anywhere, but as long as the saint wants to calculate, he can immediately inquire about a person's past and present through the long river of time, and even roughly calculate his future.

The question is...... Now the people who know the secrets of their bodies are not only saints.

These days, there are many people who come to Fangcun Mountain to visit, and the origin of many people is not simple.

Heavenly Court, Netherworld Blood Sea, Nine Secluded Underground Mansions, Demon Master's Mansions, Da Lei Yin Temple, Wuguanzhuang, etc., many forces are stomping their feet, and the Earth Immortal Realm is about to shake three times.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi of Wuguanzhuang was talking to the Bodhi Patriarch.

As for the intention, Yang Xuan can also guess a rough idea.

Not for the heavens and worlds.

was blocked by chaos before, not to mention quasi-saints, even saints couldn't get out.

Now there is a "weak chicken" traverser who can take them out, and it would be strange if the flood power of the house did not explode.

In the eyes of the great power of the desolation, the heavens and all the worlds are like a big cake, and everyone wants to get a piece of their own.

"Alas"

At the thought of being targeted by a group of quasi-saints, Yang Xuan had a headache, let out a long sigh, and then pulled a helpless wry smile on his lips.

"He must have done it again."

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