There are no words to describe Zong Heng's shock at that moment.

So much so that the head practitioner, who was in charge of drinking at the Bodhi Festival, almost broke the wooden fish mallet to wake him up from the abyss of thought.

"Could it be that God heard my dying call and really made me go back to the moment when the Bodhi Festival crossed the Red Dust Tribulation more than a thousand years ago?" Zong Heng couldn't believe it at first, and even couldn't help but suspect that this was just an illusion caused by the sequelae of the Red Dust Tribulation - everything in the previous life was made up by the demons to deceive him.

Because this year's champion of the catastrophe is Long Aotian.

And in his memory, the champion of the Bodhi Puja in his previous life was obviously that flute!

Long Aotian should have gone crazy, he didn't succeed in the tribulation at all - frankly speaking, if this guy wasn't more handsome than himself, Zong Heng might not have a vague impression of this miscellaneous fish.

Putting aside this small fallacy at the beginning, the facts that happened next are more and more in line with his memories of his past life.

The Supreme Sect Leader brought the black-card rookie of the Dharma character generation to the Gupta Grottoes......

Opened a Taiyin stealth tunnel leading to the "Giant Spirit Realm......

The rare 12 days of the year......

Without any suspense, he discovered the Basho Valley, which was full of treasures but could not be obtained......

Then Zong Heng found that there was a slight discrepancy between the facts and the memory, and the flute, stone paint armor, and Yan Fengjiao actually arrived safely at the location of Tiangang under the leadership of Long Aotian.

In his impression, the flute, stone lacquer armor, and Yan Fengjiao in their previous life were missing after entering the giant spirit realm, and they did not arrive at the Tiangang altar, obviously died in the hands of Rakshasa. They are the top three in the Bodhi Festival, and Zong Heng feels that there is no possibility of making mistakes!

Could it be his own "butterfly wings", a small reversal of the wheel of history?

It looks like it is!

In his previous life, he and twenty-seven fellow disciples and brothers had condensed Tiangang, and they came and went quietly, without even the clouds on the horizon being alarmed. The situation in this life is completely different, Zhuang Yuanlang's secret sword and whereabouts have made the Rakshasa swordsmen track them down, if it weren't for Lan Xianli's "Heavenly Fun Eye" is powerful enough, God knows how many people can return to the Yanfu world alive!

Speaking of Lan Xianli, this beauty mole was the penultimate champion in her previous and current lives, but at that time, she was just like that flute, she never appeared in Tiangang's place at all, and nine times out of ten she encountered unforeseen circumstances after entering the giant spirit realm. This time, I don't know what kind of fierce medicine I ate, I single-handedly killed the Tiangang altar, not to mention, and I had a fight with the champion who was so closed that he couldn't do it, and finally Leng showed his might in the dangerous return journey, and became a key lady like a needle in Dinghai!

Seeing that history was derailed little by little in front of his eyes, Zong Heng was a little confused at first. But soon he passed the period of maladaptation - if everything could be unpredictable, then wouldn't his life be too boring and unchallenging?

What's more, these changes are all going in a good direction, not getting worse.

If he hadn't been reborn and killed Zong Heng, he wouldn't have believed it, among his classmates, there were still domineering and fierce Sha Pot brothers like Long Aotian, Nadi, and Lan Xianli! It's really a pity, they died too early in their last life! Zong Heng didn't even have time to talk to them!

However, the most incomprehensible thing about this universe is that she can be understood-Xiuzhen is a dancing business on the tip of a knife, which is extremely fierce and dangerous! Embarking on this road of no return is equivalent to having her head tied to the waistband of her trousers, and half of her body lying in a coffin! Before it grows into a towering tree, no matter how good a sapling is, it will be scattered into mud and dust because of a small accident!

History has changed, but Zong Heng is not worried at all that he will be compared to these "born" genius brothers. Knowing a day earlier, being rich for a thousand years, and sitting on the super golden finger of "knowing 500 years before and 500 years after knowing", he is destined to be the "protagonist"! Not to mention, there are many opportunities in the previous life that could not be talked about, but now they can be perfectly used - for example, the "Giant Spirit Realm", this small Sumeru world where the spiritual pressure is huge and the monks stop, Zong Heng and the Maha Immeasurable Palace in the previous life are destined to have no problem with it.

It's different if he is reborn, as long as Zong Heng doesn't cultivate the True Yuan for the time being, he can freely enter and leave the "Giant Spirit Realm". Moreover, he has the same forbidden knowledge in his previous life, and he can open the space-time tunnel without the help of others, as for the large amount of money needed to arrange the formation, he will sell the elite cave mansion, and he will take more than one measure!

What a perfect plan it was, so perfect that no one else would be able to emulate it even if it were to be made public. The "Turning Hand Cloud", "Electric Cloud", "Eight Gates Golden Lock Cloud", and "Big Sun Basho" in Basho Valley are destined to be enjoyed by him alone!

Picking up a grain of spiritual sand, he slammed it into the Tianshu position in the center of the six-mangled magic circle on the ground, and a sparkling "Xuantian Migration Tunnel" opened!

"Calculate the time, the heresy of Demon Mountain, at this time, must be in the 'Yellow Springs Realm', right?" Zong Heng smiled evilly before he moved, "It doesn't matter!

Not long before he left, another expeditionary force arrived over the Gupta Grottoes.

"This is it!"

Guru Acharya almost cried with joy, the ancient ruins in front of him, which were located in the desert and the vast sea, full of wind erosion statues and vicissitudes of life, were not exactly what he had seen in the mirage of Nanzhan Buzhou—a grotto that led to the space-time marker of the world of Little Sumeru.

The joy on Nagarjuna's face flickered, and he gloomily raised two long eyebrows, and changed his hand to the "prey" in the circle of his left arm. This "prey" is a mortal woman in a thorn hairpin cloth skirt, about eighteen or nineteen years old, although she was not bad, she was born a white-haired girl, and people can't help frowning at a glance.

It's also luck.

Before the Buddhist monks of Hongfu Temple flew to the Gupta Grottoes, they had passed by a barren mountain, and they had gone down a long way in a flash, when Nagarjuna suddenly smacked his lips and shouted to stop, and then deliberately turned back to take a look.

This trip was really not in vain!

But I saw a rose girl in the depths of the dense forest, and the top of her head was gloomy and white, like a deer.

Ordinary people with the naked eye can't see this white qi, but in the eyes of the Buddhist cultivators of Hongfu Temple, who are proficient in the "Yue Ren Technique", it is different.

This woman is obviously a strange person born with the original physique of Bailuyuan!

Her household can be called the strangest, smallest and best spiritual field in the world, fill a jujube in it, and after infiltrating it for 100 days, you can get the "fire jujube" - the "fire jujube" can be refined into a cold flame fire wheel without temperature, this thing can be called one of the best flying props in the cultivation world - human beings, indeed, as the demon cultivators say, is a first-class cultivation resource!

"Something is wrong. Nagarjuna's eagle eyes were like lightning, and he stared straight at the Gupta Grotto.

Zhuji and Jin Dan, who were celebrating with their crowns, were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly put on a posture as if they were facing a great enemy.

There's nothing, there's a grotto in front of you, what's wrong?

A sneer crossed Nagarjuna's half-baby-like half-goosebump mandarin duck face, and with a wave of his arm, he slammed the white-haired little lady in his palm into the grotto in front of him.

With a crisp scream, the little lady saw that the egg was about to touch the stone, but her body stirred up a scene of ripples in the air, like a mud cow entering the sea, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Dry!" Hongfu Temple's Zhuji and Jindan suddenly became hot on their faces. It's too careless! The Maha Immeasurable Palace has set up a confusing "Upside-Down Immortal Illusion Array" here, if it weren't for Nagarjuna's reminder, so many people and so many pairs of eyes would not have found any clues.

A swarm of bees poured into the phantom array, and the funnel-shaped star gate made Hongfu Temple move up and down involuntarily, and swallowed a large mouthful of heavyweight saliva.

"Master, since the space-time Dao sign is open, there must be someone in the Maha Immeasurable Palace at this moment. Dashi Zhi looked at the space-time tunnel, and then looked at Nagarjuna, and his tone was weak: "Or...... They can't stay in there all the time, and when they're gone, we'll sneak in......"

"What are you afraid of! Haven't you noticed, they haven't even arranged a person outside! What does this mean?" A Jin Dan Buddha cultivator stared at the "Xuantian Migration Tunnel" with a burning gaze: "This is a priceless little Sumeru world! Once the wind leaks out, I don't know how many wolves will pounce on it and force a piece of the pie!"

"That's right!" Another Jin Dan was very much in agreement, and shouted with his arms folded: "In terms of hard power, we are definitely not comparable to the Maha Infinite Palace, but in this matter, our Hongfu Temple is really not the weak side!

Seeing that their discussion was very intense, the white-haired girl lying on the ground quickly got up, shrunk aside like a quail, and her body trembled involuntarily. Nagarjuna's action of throwing stones to ask for directions just now seemed to be very rough, but in fact the force control was so exquisite that she didn't even scratch a piece of oily skin—just kidding! Who would want to break the furnace in such a superb room.

"Let's go in quietly, don't make a big fuss!" Master Nagarjuna curtled his palms and grabbed the white-haired girl on the ground into his hand, and smashed her into the space-time tunnel without saying a word: "It's all here! It's not a matter if you're afraid of wolves and tigers! With our lineup, the qualifications of those who see it are still deserved! If you really want to meet the people of the Maha Wuliang Palace, and make a mess and break up, I will sell the news of this little Sumeru world to the gate sect of our Nanzhan Continent, so that these rich people in the countryside of Little Buddha Continent don't even have to eat!" ”