Between the green mountains and green waters, the winding river rushes by.

At the source of the waterhole, the spirit rises, and the mist is hazy, like a fairyland.

On the edge of the pool, a tall willow tree of dozens of zhang stands tall, and the drooping branches are like hostas, shining brightly, and the sacredness is incomparable.

A monkey knelt under a tree, clasping his hands and begging each other.

In half a day, the monkey head left with a decadent face.

At this time, the willow tree shook slightly, and a childish child's voice came. "Master, this monkey demon has been holding out for so long, why don't you accept him?"

There was a hint of incomprehension in his voice.

Take a closer look, and faintly see that there is a human face emerging in the spiritual mist on the surface of the pool.

For the existence that nurtured him, Liu Er is very grateful.

Without each other, He would not have been able to open his mind at all, and He would not have grown to where he is now.

In His heart, the other person is a heaven-like being.

The demon monkey feels that his strength is good, and he has perseverance, and it doesn't hurt to accept it, he doesn't understand the master's thoughts.

Shui Yuan was very sad, billions of years ago, he came to this world from the earth and became a river.

Fortunately, this is a world of cultivating immortals, he can cultivate, and grow rapidly by constantly absorbing and swallowing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

He encroached on other rivers and carved out countless branches, growing from a small river more than three meters wide to the behemoth it is today.

Even at the moment, the water element itself doesn't know how big the body is, anyway, it's all over the land.

It's a pity that even though his body is so large, he still hasn't figured out what kind of world this is.

There are a lot of creatures here, but all of them are demons.

There are no human monk sects, and there are no gathering places for human races.

Shui Yuan guessed that he might be in the territory of the demon clan.

It's just that most of those demon clans are in retreat and penance, and there are very few disputes, and they don't have any power.

The continent is surrounded by a vast sea, and there is no way to explore it.

He could only cultivate silently by himself, in order to transform as soon as possible.

However, after so many years of meditation, the original body has turned into a pool of spiritual springs, but the day of transformation is still indefinite.

The years were boring, and he nurtured the willow tree.

After tens of thousands of years, the other party finally opened his spiritual wisdom, and now he has a not weak path.

As for the hairy monkey, he was a chatterbox, and he came here by chance 10,000 years ago.

Shui Yuan has lived for so long, and he has never communicated with a few living beings, and in his spare time, he bragged and bragged, and after coming and going, the monkey head stayed.

I don't know that 3,000 years ago, the monkey wanted to worship him as a teacher.

This can make Shui Yuan depressed.

He himself was born in the wilderness, and he didn't know when he could transform into a shape, and his cultivation was also the easiest way to breathe and breathe, so how could he teach the other party.

Shui Yuan guessed that it might be because of the previous bragging, which made the other party mistakenly think that he was a big guy.

What Pangu opened the sky, and the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven ruled the eternity, he talked a lot.

"Liu'er! You don't understand! ”

Tanmian's face wrinkled slightly, and he responded helplessly.

In this regard, Liu Er didn't ask much, and then a voice of expectation sounded. "Sir! When will you be able to pass on my Willow Divine Method? ”

Thinking of the peerless grace in Shui Yuan's mouth, looking down on all things, and arrogant in the sky and the earth, Liu Er couldn't help but be excited in her heart.

It was an existence from the same origin as Him, how could He not yearn for it.

Water element: .....

This is what Liu Er heard when she was bragging with the monkey demon.

The story can be told in a colorful way, but he knows the willow god method of a ghost.

Shui Yuan was very worried, and the departing six-eared macaque was also very distressed.

Squatting on a tree, he scratched his head, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Could it be that my predecessors blamed me for hiding my identity and didn't like it in my heart, so I didn't accept it?"

Hongjun's sentence is not passed on to the six ears, he travels all over the desolate land, and no one dares to accept it.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he had no choice but to go overseas to seek opportunities.

Fortunately, he found this fairy island.

Here, he met Mizumoto, who had a vast understanding of the vastness of his powers.

Not only did he know about the hegemony of the three clans, but he even knew the specific details of Pangu Kaitian, and there were even more deeds that he had never heard of.

There is no doubt that the other party must be an innate demon god who survived from ancient times, and the six-eared macaque was excited.

Because he was worried that he would be directly driven away as before, he concealed his identity and stayed on the island to cultivate, and finally chose to open his mouth to apprentice three thousand years ago.

Fortunately, Shui Yuan did not drive him away in the first place, which gave the six-eared macaque a glimmer of hope.

But now, thousands of years have passed, and the other party still hasn't accepted him.

This made him very depressed.

"It must be like this, with the ability of Shui Yuan's predecessors, how can he not see my true body, blame me for being smart."

The six-eared macaque squatting in the tree regretted his decision a little.

But in the desolate land before, as soon as those powers heard his name, they all blasted him away, and he had no choice.

At this moment, the sky was shining, and the divine light appeared.

The purple qi came from the east for 30,000 miles, the sky was falling, the golden lotus was dancing, and countless manzhu were falling in the rolling glow.

The sound of immortals echoed in the void, and a nine-colored fairy bridge crossed and landed on the island.

A figure on the avenue stepped forward, accompanied by a vast celestial majesty.

"What is this?"

The six-eared macaque let out an exclamation and fell straight from the tree.

Shui Yuan, who was not far away, was also stunned by the scene in front of him.

After living for billions of years, he has seen a lot of demon clans, many of which are powerful, but this kind of coercion that hits the depths of his soul is the first time.

Under Shui Yuan's gaze, all the creatures and spirits in the entire continent bowed their bodies, as if they were welcoming each other's arrival.

What creature is so powerful?

The Tongtian Sect Master, who stepped out of the void, looked at the island below him, and his chaotic eyes were full of surprise.

There is no class in intercepting the teachings, and the exposition of the doctrine refutes, so there is a disagreement with the beginning of the Yuan, although there is Lao Tzu reconciliation, it is also difficult to mediate, and finally the three clear families.

Tongtian calculated that this island was a dojo in the future, and he didn't want to come today, but found that Jinao Island had been occupied.

A huge soul enveloped the entire island.

The other party's body is all over the island, and there is a faint tendency to merge with the island's spiritual veins.

"A river?"

The vast world of the Flood Desolation is vast, but there are few creatures in this form.

There are immortals in the mountains and spirits in the rivers, all of which can give birth to life, but the mountains and rivers are still mountains and rivers.

A vast celestial power fell on his body, and Shui Yuan's huge body was difficult to move.

In the fog, there is a realization in the mind.

Sage!

There is a heavenly saint coming!

"This seat is heavenly!"

At this moment, an ethereal Dao sound sounded in his ears, and the heavenly power that enveloped his body disappeared.

Shui Yuan was a stirring spirit and came back to his senses. Suddenly, there was a figure standing by the pool, and the face could not be seen clearly.

The other party's Dao rhyme was shrouded, the earth, wind, water and fire were gushing, and the chaotic sword qi around his body was surrounded, and there were chaotic thunderbolts flickering behind him from time to time.

"Tong.... Saint of Babel!! ”

The face of the man in the pond was wide open, and his eyes were full of consternation.

It's not just the people who come, it's the world right now.

Flood!

He actually came to the flood wilderness.

"This island is related to this seat."

"Since you are on the island, you can intercept the sect for me."

Ignoring the shocked Shui Yuan, the voice floating through the sky came slowly.

There is a domineering in the words, which cannot be refused.

Tongtian's words undoubtedly shocked Shui Yuan again.

What continent? This is Jinao Island!

He actually occupied Jinao Island!