Hearing Hongjun's words, Wu Ming was shocked at the same time, but he was more stunned. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What do you mean that I am dead, that I will never come back, that I have died once?

Wu Ming didn't know how to answer, so he could only respond with silence.

Hongjun Old Ancestor shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand, and the two appeared in Zixiao Palace at the same time.

At this time, in the Zixiao Palace, there were only two futons placed on the platform, Hongjun Ancestor was sitting on one, and the other was under Wu Ming.

Wu Ming had too much confusion in his heart, the rules and regulations of the two futons were placed, and there was no division between who was the main and who was the secondary, and it seemed as if they were on an equal footing.

"Nameless Demon God, when Chaos was shattered, you were killed by the Pangu Axe, I thought you were really dead. Unexpectedly, in that tragic battle, so many people survived, and even you returned! Hongjun Daozu slowly spoke, saying something that Wu Ming couldn't understand.

Chaos shattered, slain by Pangu Axe, nameless demon god.

Wu Ming looked at Hongjun Ancestor, who was sighing, and then at himself with thin arms and legs, and only after half a sound did he ask, "Dao Ancestor, you are not mistaken, right?" ”

"How could I be mistaken, we are both Chaos Demon Gods, and we have been fighting side by side for I don't know how many years, if I hadn't discovered you, how could I have summoned you with the power of the Book of Time and the Book of the Earth." When Hongjun Ancestor said this, his eyes flashed with injustice, and he said hatefully: "That damn Pangu, our Chaos Three Thousand Demon Gods, known as the Chaos Three Thousand Saints, how carefree it is. After a big battle, the dead and wounded, counting you who came back again, there are only three or five people left. ”

Hongjun Ancestor said this, and Wu Ming also listened to it.

At first, he thought that he was the reincarnation of Hongyun and was attracted by the Book from the Ground in order to pursue his previous life.

But now that he listens to it, where he is attracted by the book from the ground, it is clearly Hongjun Ancestor himself.

Combined with Hongjun Ancestor's words, could it be that he is really some kind of Chaos Demon God, who was reincarnated after being killed by Pangu, and was recognized by Hongjun Ancestor.

"You don't have to feel confused, the people who are killed by the Pangu Axe will leave the wounds of the Great Dao and erase the past. You don't have to worry that I'm going to deal with you, the two of us are in the same camp in the chaos, and if I deal with you, the others won't agree. Hongjun Ancestor said sincerely, but Wu Ming was skeptical when he heard it.

Since becoming a bounty hunter, Wu Ming has never found that he is different.

If it was really like Hongjun Ancestor said, he was the reincarnation of a nameless demon god, why didn't he see his golden finger, and his cultivation didn't go a long way.

And before he came into contact with the Book of the Ground, he had also been to several immortal worlds, and he didn't see Hongjun Ancestor appear.

Although Wu Ming felt that no one in this immortal path should dare to pretend to be Hongjun, the doubts he should have have not decreased, after all, he was not a person who easily trusted others.

"Dao Ancestor, besides you and me, who else survived?" Wu Ming was skeptical, and couldn't help but continue to ask.

Hongjun didn't care when he heard this, and slowly spoke: "The Demon God of Creation, the Demon God of Yin and Yang, the Demon God of Hating Heaven, and you and me, I haven't found anyone else." Everyone but me is asleep, and although the situation is much better than yours, it is not a time to wake up. ”

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, the others couldn't wake up, which meant that they couldn't verify it, and only Hongjun knew the truth.

Seeing that Wu Ming still shook his head, Hongjun himself was also a little displeased, and sighed: "You are really the same as before, you don't believe what others say, and you think that someone wants to harm you every day." Let's take this immortal world as an example, does anyone dare to pretend to be me, do I need to lie to you, there is no such possibility at all. You're just too vigilant, what you were before, and what you are now, hasn't changed at all. ”

Wu Ming knew his character, and smiled at Hongjun Ancestor's words without saying a word.

After a while, he changed the subject and asked, "Can I bring back the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit I heard here, as well as the way of the saint you talked about?" ”

"Yes, I reversed the time and space and brought you to the time and space before my merger, which is equivalent to you being half a red cloud. When you go back, you will be able to do all the things of the Red Cloud Society, and even history will change. Hongjun Ancestor opened his mouth about time and space, closed his mouth about history, and said that Wu Ming was overjoyed.

As soon as he came, he turned into a red cloud, cultivated all the way to the Golden Immortal Realm, and listened to the sage Dao Fruit of Hongjun Ancestor, if he brought this knowledge back, it would pave the way for the future.

As for changing history or something, it's secondary.

Because of the red cloud he incarnated, he has no other friends except Zhen Yuanzi, and he has nothing to cherish.

If you want to talk about something that is difficult to give up, it is still Hongjun's third sermon, because he only listened to the Da Luo Jin Immortal chapter, and the subsequent sage chapter, and he didn't hear the Dao chapter at all.

"Can you send me back to Journey to the West after the third sermon?" Wu Ming is not greedy enough, and he still wants to hear the Great Dao chapter.

Hongjun Ancestor shook his head slightly, didn't say yes or no, but said: "My Great Dao is the result of the Dao that I have summarized, and if you follow my old path, you will never find your own Dao again." When I tell them about the avenue, it is to eliminate the possibility of them stepping into the avenue, are you still willing to listen? ”

"This..."Wu Ming's face was incredible, and he hesitated: "You are really yin!" ”

"It's not that it's vicious, it's that I have my needs, and a Flood Saint who will never pose a threat to me is the Flood Saint I need. These desolate creatures have inextricable grievances with me and you, if they are strong, how should you and I deal with ourselves? "Hongjun Ancestor's meaning, Wu Ming heard it, isn't this the heart of a non-my clansman must be different.

In this desolate world, it is enough to have saints to suppress it, and it is not what Hongjun Ancestor wants to see.

No wonder Hongjun wants to preach, this is not to show the way for the people, but to dig the graves for the people.

If there is no Hongjun to appear, I am afraid that after countless years, the world will naturally evolve, and the creatures of the desolate will be able to create their own cultivation system.

The appearance of Hongjun certainly gives the immortal path line, but also stifles everyone's potential.

After all, compared with the complete immortal dao system, the self-created system that has just emerged definitely has all kinds of defects, and there is no comparison between the two sides.

This is just like a domestic game, which has just recovered, and the classic games that have been developed abroad for countless years have come in.

Compared with the two, of course, foreign games are fun, and since then they have embarked on a vicious circle of foreign research and development, and we have bought, and domestic games have also been labeled as pit people.

This Hongjun looked at the kind eyebrows and good intentions, but he didn't expect to start so black, how much enmity he had to have with Pangu, so he scourged the world opened up by Pangu so much. No, it seems to be a bitter hatred, Pangu split the chaotic world, killed countless chaos gods and demons, and forcibly opened up a new era, for these gods and demons of the old era, there is nothing more bloody and hateful. Wu Ming smacked his tongue secretly, he didn't expect the end of the myth to be like this.

There is no goodwill, there are just lies, this is a game of chess to control the world.

The only people who play chess are Hongjun, and there is the Heavenly Dao in the underworld, and the chess pieces are sentient beings and saints.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming shuddered, and subconsciously asked, "You didn't leave any traps in your first two sermons, right?" ”

"No, under the Great Sage, I am not yet in my eyes. Needless to say, I'm going to suppress the Heavenly Dao and pursue the path of transcendence. Hmph, if it weren't for Pangu's exhaustion and death, he gave me a ruthless blow, the Heavenly Dao consciousness left by Pangu would have been refined by me a long time ago, why do you need to stay here! When Hongjun Ancestor talked about Pangu, his face showed resentment, but he didn't think that he was the biggest parasite.

Wu Ming didn't know what to say, until Hongjun Ancestor waved his hand and knocked him out of the time corridor, then he was shocked: "No, you leave me a few treasures, I don't have a magic weapon to protect myself!" ”

"Hey, you're finally awake, you..."

Wu Ming shouted out and found that he was still in Wuzhuang Temple, and the surrounding scenery was the same as always.

Three long incense sticks are burning slowly, and the smoke surrounds the words heaven and earth.

Qingfeng's little face turned pale on the side, patted his chest, and said: "I just called you, why didn't you react, I thought something happened to you!" ”

"How long have I been out of consciousness?" Wu Ming also felt in a trance when he saw the Qingfeng boy.

Qingfeng tilted his head and thought about it, and said with some uncertainty: "It's almost half a cup of tea." ”

"Half a cup of tea..."

In ancient times, half a cup of tea was about seven or eight minutes, and a quick half cup of tea should be five minutes.

Wu Ming recalled his memories and found that Hongyun's countless years of memories were in his mind, except for the fact that the mana was not matched, there was no shortage of various perceptions.

Heavenly Immortals, Luo Heavenly Immortals, Taiyi Xuan Immortals, Da Luo Jin Immortals, quasi-saints...

The memories of cultivation, including what Zixiao Palace had listened to, all surfaced in his mind one by one.

In addition to the lack of mana, he is still in the Zixiao Palace, the ancient powerful Red Cloud, but the nameless demon god is like a mirror, as if it was just his dream.

"Reversing time and cause and effect, let me personally take a trip from the beginning of the opening of the heavens, maybe in a sense, I am the red cloud, right?" Wu Ming thought for a while, pinched a law decision in his hand, and read: "The gourd returns..."