Like a mirror flowers and a moon coming, and like a mirror flowers and a moon leaving, the means of the World Venerable made Wang Zheng like a dream. Even if Wang Zheng is now in a chaotic body, he can't understand the subtleties in the methods of the World Venerable.

It can be said that among the too many people Wang Zheng has seen along the way, Shizun is definitely the one who deserves to be the strongest, even if the Red Dust Golden Immortal Qi Zixiao is much worse than him.

After all, although Qi Zixiao's methods were domineering, Wang Zheng could also feel the domineering aura in them. And what about the World-Honored One? Everything came like a spring breeze, without any trace.

Wang Zheng, who was in the sky at this moment, felt the direction of the aura, and suddenly found that he was in the southern wilderness of Dongdahu, the ancestral land of the demon clan.

Looking at the endless mountains under his feet, and the primitive and wild atmosphere in them, Wang Zheng grinned: "Shizun, this is deliberate, right? But I don't plan to film the demon clan right now." ”

The Great Sage Returns!

This was the task given to Wang Zheng by Shizun, and it was also an idea that Wang Zheng had in his heart after seeing the Fighting Saint Emperor.

The Fighting Holy Emperor fought against the sky, although he was defeated, he was still glorious. Such a story can definitely be changed and put on Journey to the West, but how to change it depends on how it develops in reality.

Therefore, Journey to the West is in a hurry now, and there is no urgency. Under such circumstances, many demon clans in the Southern Wilderness have no possibility of becoming actors for the time being.

"The Great Sage...... I'm afraid that in addition to the demon race, few people in the world know that there is a family in the world that can be ever-changing, and there is a holy ape in the world who can enter the fairy world with his own strength. ”

Wang Zheng shook his head and chuckled, and gradually had some thoughts in his heart.

Since the Great Sage is about to return, it's better to shoot a Great Sage over there. Use such a story to tell all living beings that there is still such a monkey in the world, but he is asleep and has not been able to return.

With this idea in his heart, Wang Zheng simply planned to deduce it first, and his divine consciousness surged between heaven and earth, Wang Zheng found that there was nothing that might affect his existence, so he sat cross-legged in the void, mentally restrained, and deduced the image of Dasheng in the sea of consciousness.

He plans to make an animated film like in his previous life. But this cartoon is not just for children, but for the whole world!

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng suddenly smiled, and he thought of a small incident he encountered in his previous life when he was watching the return of the Great Sage.

At that time, in the movie theater, a child next to Wang Zheng asked his mother, "Isn't this a cartoon? Why are so many adults watching it?"

His mother replied, "Because they have been waiting for the return of the Great Sage, and they have grown up." ”

At that time, Wang Zheng was very moved, and now, he wants to bring such a touch to more people. For many old people of the demon clan and those who grew up listening to the legend of the Holy Emperor, the return of the Great Sage may really move them from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually converged, and the majestic divine thoughts surged in the void, and the large void above his head was like a drawing board, and there began to be a series of pitch-black lines of different shades outlining various shapes.

In the wilderness of the barren mountains, a great being sleeps. At least in the eyes of many demon clans, he is a great existence.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, this ancestor was famous, not for anything else, but because he had once invaded the heavenly court.

Of course, the specific deeds of this ancestor have always been secretive and have never told others, but in the ears of a group of little demons, it is an extremely awesome thing to be able to attack the fairy world!

However, this ancestor doesn't like any pomp, he has always been very low-key, and he is also in retreat and cultivation in the cave mansion on weekdays.

But on this day, this demon saint with a trace of the blood of the six-winged dragon scale leopard suddenly felt a powerful and unscrupulous divine thought surging in the distant sky.

The divine thought was vast and abnormal, and it was obviously the divine thought of the human race. Immediately, the ancestor who had a terrifying scar on his face and looked like an old man walked out of the cave alone in a black robe and looked towards the sky.

"Huh?"

As soon as the white-haired but iron-blooded Demon Saint raised his head, his face showed a solemn and puzzled look.

He could clearly see that there was a human race sitting in the sky, but because he didn't want to expose himself, he just peeked cautiously and didn't expose himself.

What puzzled him was that there were lines of different shades on the top of the Terran's head.

"Could it be that you're acting the Fa? But what kind of Fa is this?"

The iron-blooded old man's eyes were full of doubt, and he decided to look at it for a while.

As the lines continued to be deleted and reduced, the old man could see that the human race seemed to be carving a picture in the void with divine thoughts.

The picture was strange and unrealistic, but it made it clear what he was drawing.

Under the old man's gaze, soon, a lonely cliff was outlined, and above the cliff, the sky was full of auspicious clouds, and fairy light was bursting.

There were vague figures on the pillar-like auspicious clouds, but the human race did not deliberately outline them, and the old man couldn't see clearly what those people were.

"There's something interesting about it. ”

The old man showed a rare smile, which was obviously not a realistic painting style, but conveyed a different sense of reality, which made the old man very interested.

But then, the old man's eyes froze.

Lines began to draw on the cliffs, and a blurred figure appeared in the sky.

It was a humanoid creature sitting on a cliff in an extremely exaggerated sitting position, under the black and white lines, although his appearance was blurred, but the movement, the angle of raising his jaw, made a certain string in the old man's heart seem to have been touched.

Behind the black and white lines, there are large expanses of aura converging into colors.

Vivid red, dazzling gold...... As the colors were added to the original draft, a vivid figure appeared in front of the old man's eyes.

He sat on the cliff, wearing a hundred feet of red catties, bronze helmet and gold armor!

The old man's body trembled uncontrollably, and he suddenly thought of the past, the figure that he could only look up at from behind.

That figure also once sat high on the edge of the cliff of the Immortal Realm, facing hundreds of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers of the Immortal Realm alone.

"Your Majesty......"

As if his throat was blocked, the old man tried to open his mouth several times, but in the end he could only say these two words.

And at this moment, he has already burst into tears, where is he still the appearance of the iron-blooded old man before?

No one knows better than him what that figure standing tall in the sky and the earth represents in his heart.

He is faith!