Five years later...

In this close distance, Wu Ming and the four of them walked for five years, and every step seemed to be stepping on the blade of a knife. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The twelve-grade golden lotus that led the Taoist was full of cracks, and the bitterness on his face was a little heavier.

Zhun Ti and Zhen Yuanzi, the situation is not much better, the ancient Bodhi tree and the ginseng fruit tree, the leaves of the two have fallen off, and there is a heartache in their eyes that cannot be dissolved.

Among the four, the worst is Wu Ming, he has no innate magic weapon to protect himself, only a magic robe turned into clouds.

At this moment, Wu Ming's upper body robe has been torn, and only white bones are left on his chest, if it weren't for the red Yuan Shen Fire burning in the eyeholes of the skull, I'm afraid everyone would think that he was dead.

"It's foggy!"

At some point, fog began to fill the surroundings, and the scenery from three meters ago was no longer visible.

Moreover, the origin of these fogs is extraordinary, and even if you use your divine sense to explore, the information returned is blank.

What's even more terrifying is that entering this fog, the chaos storm still does not stop.

On the contrary, for the Chaos Storm, the fog provided it with cover, which caught Wu Ming and the others even more off guard.

New injuries add old injuries, old injuries replace old injuries, Wu Ming has narrowly escaped death several times.

Zhen Yuanzi and the two saints of the West, the help to him has also become limited, and even once the quasi-Tidao person was separated, everyone looked for him for three months, and when they found the quasi-Tidao person, most of the ancient Bodhi trees had withered.

In the vast fog, everyone groped forward like this, and it was another three years in the blink of an eye.

At this time, no one can distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and everyone has only one belief, that is, to keep climbing upward.

"Boom!"

The icy storm of chaos blows, and even the soul of a person can be blown away.

Wu Ming hugged his head in a daze, and the light of life emitted by the fruit tree of life gave him the only trace of warmth, just like the little girl selling matches, the match that was cut.

"Am I going to die, the fire of life is dimming, will I return to the Westward Journey World after death, or will I really die?" Wu Ming only felt lightheaded, and there was a faint exclamation in his ears.

A day, a month, a year...

In the confusion, Wu Ming felt that he had fallen into silence, as if he was asleep and did not know the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, but the warmth on my body became stronger and stronger, and it soon evolved into heat.

Wu Ming had no choice but to open his eyelids, which were heavier than a mountain, and said nonsense: "Why is it still so hot when you die, it's really hard to be a ghost!" ”

"Are you awake?" Zhen Yuanzi's voice appeared in his ears, Wu Ming only felt a chill in his mouth, and a familiar taste rushed to his taste buds, which was the aroma of ginseng fruit.

"I'm not dead?"

After eating a ginseng fruit, Wu Ming's brain regained a bit of clarity, but he still felt very hot.

He shook his head, wanting to shake off the heat, only then did he find that the strange flowers around him were blooming, and the different grasses were competing for fragrance, as if he had come to another world, and it was no longer in the white mist.

"This is..."Wu Ming sat up and observed the scenery around him.

In the next second, before he could figure out what place this was, a cold snort came from not far away, and it was a quasi-Daoist who was glaring angrily.

"This time you passed out in a coma, and you have reached a certain death situation, and even my grass return pill is useless to you. In the end, I still took out the Taoist and took out nine lotus seeds to save you. Zhenyuan Daxian said, with a grateful look on his face, and bowed three times to the lead.

The face of the guide was bitter and about to drip water, and he kept stroking his twelve-grade golden lotus.

Wu Ming looked up at the golden lotus and found that the twelve lotus seeds that originally existed on the golden lotus were now three left, and the whereabouts of the nine lotus seeds were unknown.

"I really didn't expect that you saved me!" His eyes were complicated, and Wu Ming only felt that fate was really wonderful.

In Journey to the West, it was Zhun Ti who injured him, and his mission was to sabotage Journey to the West.

No matter where you look at it, he and the Western Sect are like fire and water, and the person who saved him is the one who leads the Tao, which not only makes Wu Ming feel that he has the illusion of being manipulated by fate.

"Hmph, each of my senior brother's twelve-rank lotus seeds has the possibility of turning into a ninth-grade lotus platform. In order to save you, it took nine of them, and you really don't regret dying! Zhun Tidao gritted his teeth in distress, and he couldn't wait to rush up and trample Wu Ming to death.

You must know that Zhun Ti and Zhun Ti are from the West, where there are not many treasures, and Zhun Ti is like a little daughter-in-law living a life, eager to break a dollar in half and spend it.

This time I climbed Buzhou Mountain, and the shadow of the baby was not seen, and the nine lotus seeds were gone.

The lotus seeds of these twelve-grade lotus platforms are not willing to be eaten by Zhun Ti and the introduction, and they are intended to be cultivated in the future, and they are planned to be cultivated in the future, and they are at the peak level of the day after tomorrow.

And Wu Ming took this bite, and he ate nine magic weapons of the peak of the day after tomorrow, which made the quasi-Daoist who was used to living a hard life on weekdays have the urge to cry loudly.

"I don't want to thank you, I will pay back this life-saving grace." Wu Ming faintly had the illusion that his soul was blown out under the chaotic storm, and he was really dead.

This feeling is very strong, just like Wu Ming can't understand that this is true or false, maybe this world is between truth and falsehood.

Dream back to antiquity... This is the conclusion that Wu Ming has reached, and the only one who can compare is Zhou Zhuang Mengdie.

Zhouzhuang dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhouzhuang, like a dream is not a dream, it seems to be false and not false, this is a very vague concept.

Just like no one knew whether the butterfly world was true or false when Zhou Zhuang dreamed of butterflies, Wu Ming was also on the road of seeking answers.

"It's good to wake up, we've been consuming it for two months, and we don't have time to consume it." As soon as Zhun Ti said this, Wu Ming also knew how long he had been in a coma.

Two months, this is not a long time, and it seems that when he was in a coma, he was already close to his peak.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to see Zhen Yuanzi with a concerned face, Wu Ming nodded silently, and everything was silent.

There is no thanks, no cold and warmth, his relationship with Zhen Yuanzi no longer needs those politeness.

Two days later, Wu Ming's body recovered a few points, and the Daoist and the Quasi-Daoist also took their leave.

It was another half a month, until the injury was healed, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi partnered and began to explore on Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain is wide and boundless, and above the top of the mountain, it is equally big and difficult to find the end.

For three months in a row, Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi did not gain anything, and they did not meet anyone else.

It wasn't until one day that a treasure light rose up in the southeast, covering half of the sky with colorful glow, which attracted the attention of the two.

"This is a treasure that has been born, and it is very close to us." Wu Ming and the others kept going, wanting to be the first to eat crabs.

Five days later, the place where the treasure shined appeared in the eye.

It is a gourd vine with three gourds on it, one of which is purple and gold, one is fiery red, and one is dark gold.

Under the gourd vine, the Sanqing Daoist sat cross-legged, and not far away sat the Eastern Emperor and the Emperor.

Wu Ming and Zhen Yuanzi glanced at each other, but they didn't expect everyone to hurry up, but they were still a step late, allowing Sanqing and Donghuang to seize the opportunity.

"Fellow Daoists, there are only three of these gourds, how should they be divided?" Wu Ming, as a descendant, asked everyone with some hesitation.

The Eastern Emperor was silent, but Di Jun glanced at Sanqing, and there was a flash of jealousy in his eyes, and he whispered: "We two brothers, there should be a gourd." ”

Hearing that the two Donghuang only needed a gourd, Wu Ming looked at Sanqing again.

In Sanqingzhong, Lao Tzu, who was the leader, opened his eyes and said, "Among the three gourds, we should have one." ”

"Coincidentally, the three gourds are so divided, isn't it just one point for one side!" Wu Ming had a little more smile on his face, and then suddenly his heart moved, and he exclaimed: "Three gourds, three people, this is..."