Can you imagine a group of cultivators, driving a walk-behind tractor on the sea?

Above the raging sea, black smoke billowed out, and dozens of walk-behind tractors rushed wildly in the ocean at a speed faster than sports cars, fearless of thunder, lightning and waves, galloping horses, sprinting towards the depths of the East China Sea.

Over the East China Sea, thousands of cultivators, driving flying magic weapons, followed all the way, and watched this unique walk-behind tractor competition with great excitement.

Cheng Hao rubbed his forehead, and finally confirmed his previous judgment, the monks of this world really have comic attributes!

He can understand the Edgeworth flight race, but what the hell is a walk-behind tractor race?

Missiles, artillery, and laser weapons have all been modified to tractors one by one by this group of comics.

Venerable Bai and Song Shuhang and others were having fun driving the walk-behind tractor, Cheng Hao pondered slightly, and finally did not show up to meet them, but gave a simple message to a few people he knew well, telling them that he was going to explore the sea of stars and would not come back in a short time.

After that, without paying attention to the reactions of other people, Cheng Hao casually left a jade slip of exercise in Shuhang's room, which was regarded as a thank you for his hospitality during this time, and after stretching his waist, he turned on the crossing function of his right eye.

This time, he is going to go to the Yang God World, in other words, Hong Yi's guy is the first friend he has made, with the promotion speed of the Yang God in six years of perversion, he should be invincible in the Yang God Plane now, right?

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Above the East China Sea, Venerable Bai, who was driving a walk-behind tractor and playing happily, felt a little stunned after receiving the news of Cheng Hao's departure.

"It's rare to meet an interesting Taoist friend with similar interests and hobbies, and it's a pity to leave so quickly!"

As for Song Shuhang, who was competing, he didn't have much reaction, the seniors are masters, it's normal to go out on an adventure, maybe he'll come back one day.

As for Jing Bon Doudou, who was locked in his room by Huangshan Zhenjun and couldn't go out, he was the most heartbroken.

"Wang~~ Haotian senior, why are you leaving? It's not too late for you to rescue me and leave!"

After wailing for a moment, Jing Broton Doudou's eyes suddenly rolled, and then a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehe, Haotian's predecessor went to explore the sea of stars, it is estimated that he will not come back in a short time, I will transform into his appearance when the time comes, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

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Yang God Plane!

Xishan is a big mountain outside the city of Yujing, the radius is nearly 100 miles, although it is not majestic, but also the jungle is dense, the terrain is complex, there are many mountains, there are flowing springs and waterfalls, there are also rocky mountains and forests.

There are many foxes and jackals and beasts in the mountains, and every winter, some princes and nobles will go into the mountains to hunt.

At the foot of the west mountain, there is a dilapidated temple called Akigetsu Temple, and now it is the time of dark shadows in the sky, and the north wind is howling, blowing the walls on all sides to click.

In the courtyard of the temple's side hall, the ground is full of basil, and the withered grass is swept up by the wind, and it is desolate.

"This temple is even more desolate than the last time I came, and I don't know how long it has been since I last left. ”

Standing in front of the temple, Cheng Hao was silent for a long time, the last time he came, there was an ordinary old monk in this temple, but now, things are not people, the temple is there, but the old man has disappeared.

Sighing, Cheng Hao stepped on the path of the West Mountain, walking towards the mountain step by step, since he came here, he was ready to go to the West Mountain again to pay tribute to his nominal parents in this world.

In the deep mountains, there were a few terrible howls, like wolves and foxes, mixed with the night wind, and like night owls.

When he first came, he was still a little cautious in his heart, but now that he is revisiting the old place, he has less of those fears and more feelings.

The tomb of Cheng Dingguo and his wife was unexpectedly clean, not overgrown with weeds and dusty as he imagined, and there seemed to be people who often came here to clean.

"Both, I'm here again. ”

In the past, his realm was low, and he couldn't see through the relationship between the two buried people in front of him and him, and he didn't even understand whether anyone was buried here in this cemetery.

And now, when he came to the Xishan cemetery again, in front of the tomb of the Marquis of Dingguo and his wife, Cheng Hao smiled, because in this cemetery, no one exists at all, and here is just an empty mound.

In other words, when Cheng Hao first crossed over to the Yang God World, the identity of the little marquis he obtained was purely because Hao Tianjing consumed his luck to get a false identity for him.

Standing in front of the tombstone for a long time, Cheng Hao sighed, originally he came here to completely break this cause and effect, but in the end, there was no cause and effect at all.

"I've been watching it for so long, Brother Hong Yi, don't you come out to meet?"

Turning his head, Cheng Hao looked towards the side of the mountain range, where on top of a towering giant tree, Hong Yi in a green shirt came from far and near.

"Brother Cheng, you are really alive!"

Standing in front of the mausoleum, Hong Yi kept looking Cheng Hao up and down, he hadn't seen him for several years, Brother Cheng, whose strength was unfathomable in his opinion, was still as strong as the abyss, even if he had now stepped into the other side of the realm with half a foot, but it still gave him a feeling that he couldn't speculate.

Looking at Hong Yi, whose face was still the same, but more mature and stronger, Cheng Hao smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a round table and two stools appeared on the periphery of the mausoleum.

Sitting on the stool casually, Cheng Hao beckoned to Hong Yi and motioned for him to come forward and sit down.

Hong Yi smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, but he was not restrained, he sat on the stool, looking at Cheng Hao quietly, as if waiting for him to speak first.

Cheng Hao looked around at the deep and dark night scene of Xishan, and then sighed, "This Xishan is still the place where I met Brother Hong Yi for the first time." ”

"Yes, at that time, I was an unpopular concubine in the Hou Mansion, and Brother Cheng, you are a powerful martial arts powerhouse, in this West Mountain, we have also obtained the cultivation method of the Yang God for the first time!"

Hearing Cheng Hao talk about the past, Hong Yi was also embarrassed, and his expression showed a look of memory, and he seemed to be very emotional.

"Yes, this can be regarded as the starting point of our cultivation. Cheng Hao nodded, and then pointed to the Qiuyue Temple under the mountain, "Now that I have returned again, the old monks in the temple are no longer there, but I don't know if the original Yuan Concubine and Bai Ziyue are still in the world?"

"Concubine Yuan and Brother Bai are thunder ghosts and immortals, and they have long been freed from the mystery of life and death, and Brother Cheng has only been away for ten years, and for them, it is just a retreat. ”

Hong Yi smiled, then stared at Cheng Hao tightly, and asked word by word: "I just don't know, where has Brother Cheng gone all these years? With the strength that I am about to land on the other side now, I can't detect a trace of Brother Cheng!"