In the space of consciousness, the scene of Taoyuan Village is revealed.

Taoyuan Village is still the same Taoyuan Village, but there are no villagers in it, only a young man and a woman, dressed in coarse linen clothes, pinching clay figurines at a stone table.

Different from the decisive killing in the impression of the king, the young man in front of him is more like a gentle reader, quietly watching the slightly boring scene.

Wang Quanquan asked on the side:

"What exactly are you now, a spirit, a memory, or an illusion?"

The young man turned his head and looked straight at the other man, who was not to be outdone, and looked back as well.

I have to say that this Holy Spirit was indeed born handsome, and Wang Quanquan even gave the other party a strange name in his heart - the male version of Lu Xiaoxian.

The famous characters in Beijing back then were too beautiful, but the young people in front of him were just right.

The two didn't know what they were comparing, stared at each other for a long time, and finally the Holy Spirit touched his chin and said coldly:

"Do you think I'm handsome?"

Wang Quanquan was stunned for a moment, then remembered the words of the master and the ancient gods, nodded and said:

"It's me."

The two looked at each other and smiled, quite a bit of hatred for each other.

The Holy Spirit waved away the surrounding illusions and said in a slow voice:

"I can count it as part of the will of the previous life, the true Holy Spirit fell 10,000 years ago, he became you, you are him."

"So you can't help me?" The king's authority suddenly grasped the point.

"I can only help you recover your previous memories, as for the final choice, it's all up to you."

"Choice?"

Wang Quanquan was a little puzzled and wanted to continue to ask, but the other party was like a puff of green smoke.

The darkness came like a tide, and the world that had finally regained its clarity entered chaos again, and the four times quickly became unable to reach out and lose their fingers, and Wang Quanquan couldn't help but recall the feeling of dying before.

A faint breath came from far and near, ethereal, but familiar, and finally turned into a woman's voice in her ear:

"After 10,000 years, you've finally come this far."

Wang Quanquan remembered the source of the familiarity, and bowed respectfully in the direction of the source of the sound:

"Thank you for saving your life."

Wang Quanquan fought with Yaliu that year, gathered the masters of the Jiuyuan Buddha and Taoism sects, and tried his best, but he was still invincible.

When he was about to die, Ya Liu was killed by a mysterious force, and the attacker did not show his appearance, but only had a few conversations with him in the consciousness space, and the other party only claimed to be "Qing Zheng".

Later, the royal authority entered the Shura realm, and gradually heard about the Holy Spirit, combined with the previous events, and came to a bold conjecture, the so-called "Qingzheng", perhaps it was the Holy Spirit "Qingzheng".

Qing Zheng did not deny the fact that he saved his life, and still said in the darkness as he did at the beginning:

"Are you ready?"

"It's been ready for a long time."

"Before deciding, I want to explain to you that the mission of the Holy Spirit is to create and defend the world, even if Taibai attacks the Holy Spirit Realm and kills me, this heaven and earth will not be destroyed, and she will continue to guard this place instead of me.

If you participate in it, you will pull Yang Cang and the Three Realms into the flames of war, and their fate may be the same as that of the Ancient God Realm 10,000 years ago. ”

Hearing the woman's serious words, Wang Quanquan fell into deep thought, but it only lasted for a moment, and then he raised his head again and said:

"No, you are my savior, how can there be ungrateful in the world?"

"I saved you, but because you gave me the chance to live, you can continue to live your life with peace of mind as if nothing happened."

"Still no, the Holy Spirit is the Holy Spirit, I am me, no matter who among you owes whom, it has nothing to do with me, I only know that I owe you a life."

greedy for life and afraid of death, like the power of the king, he is still stubborn in the face of major rights and wrongs, and it is precisely because of this that his road to lying flat has not been smooth.

Qing Zheng couldn't persuade him, so he stopped insisting, and a golden light fell, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and the woman showed her figure and said:

"This is the spiritual key you have stored here with me, and with it, the monk can break through the holy immortal and become the holy spirit."

Wang Quanquan stretched out his hand to catch the light cluster, and a sound like a glass explosion sounded, the light cluster bloomed, the surrounding darkness dispersed in an instant, and the heaven and earth returned to clarity.

He looked at the silver-white key in his hand and asked:

"Since the spiritual key is a necessity to become the Holy Spirit, shouldn't Taibai also have one?"

The woman nodded.

"Where did she come from, or where did we come from?"

The woman looked straight at him, "It seems that you have really forgotten everything, the spirit key is the primordial thing, the number is scarce, only the copyist has it, and he will distribute it according to his preference." ”

"And who is the copyist?"

"The Reprinter is older than all existence, he created the Holy Spirit, is the embodiment of the World Tree, from whom hundreds of thousands of worlds are derived, and with Him in His heart."

It was the first time that the kingship had heard of this person, a being higher than the Holy Spirit, and perhaps even the ancient gods and servants of the Holy Spirit had never heard of it.

He picked up the key and asked:

"How do I use this thing?"

"Insert into the body, feel a little, and you will naturally become the Holy Spirit."

"It's that simple?"

Wang Quanquan shook his arm suspiciously with the key, but there was no response, and he stuffed it into his mouth for a while, but there was still no response.

He spit out in confusion, muttering the word "insertion" in his mouth, and suddenly his face changed, his eyes widened and he looked at the key in his hand, showing hesitation.

The woman said in a cold voice:

"I advise you not to do that."

"You know what I'm going to do?"

"You did it once when you first got the Spirit Key tens of thousands of years ago, and I still don't want to remember that scene."

Wang Quanquan's face immediately became a little ugly, and his stomach churned, and the woman continued:

"I said just now that the Spirit Key can help the Holy Immortal break through the Holy Spirit, and now you are not a Holy Immortal."

Wang Quanquan suddenly bowed to the other party and said:

"Senior Xie reminded me, I'll go and retrieve the cultivation, wait for me a little longer."

After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the figure dissipated directly in the consciousness space, Qing Zheng stood quietly in the empty world, looking at the position where the other party disappeared, his lips opened slightly, and he didn't know what to say.

In the outside world, Wang Quanquan opened his eyes, and the stagnant time was restored, and Li Changsheng's figure was no longer beside him, leaving only a red spar.

Wang Quanquan picked up the stone, and there was a black gilded business card pressed below, with Li Changsheng's three big characters written in the center, and a series of titles printed below the business card:

Director and Chief Executive Officer of Tiandi Trading Group, Chairman of Qiankun Distribution, Director of Changsheng Tiandi Bank Group.

Wang Quanquan's face was twisted, and this old guy had so many industries, including a bank, and he was embarrassed to let himself pay for a mobile phone.

But speaking of which Immortal World Bank is, I don't think I've ever heard of it, the name is so obscure, it shouldn't be the printing of dark money, right?

He really guessed correctly, except for Qiankun distribution, the other two families are one in the sky and one in the ground, and the old guy does not let go of the dead and the gods in addition to making money from the living.

…… (End of chapter)