"Hehe, you little ones."

Looking at the extremely curious children in front of him, the old man Bai stroked his beard and smiled, and his eyes were full of love.

He is already very old, not a congenital human race, but he has lived for thousands of years.

At the time of his birth, the cultivation path of the human race had begun to gradually get on the right track, but Old Man Bai's talent was limited, and he had only cultivated to the second realm of the mortal realm to refine qi and transform gods.

The mortal realm is divided into six realms, isolating the difference between the immortal and the mortal.

Among them, from low to high, it is refining essence and transforming qi, refining qi and turning into gods, refining gods and returning to emptiness, and refining void and then merging the way.

Finally, it is the Mahayana that crosses the six eons and isolates the immortals.

And the lifespan of the Refining Qi Transformation God Realm is only thousands of years, and now he has already reached the age of old age.

Perhaps it was not long before the most dangerous catastrophe of the human race, and Old Man Bai had more or less heard the rumors that shook the entire desolation.

Looking up slightly, his gaze looked at the majestic mountain in the distance.

The mist like the breath of chaos lingered, and the wind blew, revealing a totemic true face.

"Children, do you know why the totem of our human race is a big hand that controls the sun, moon and stars?"

Hearing this, all the children shook their heads.

"Hehe, the Buzhou Mountain was indeed broken in the past, and our ancestors, like us now, also lived under the Buzhou Mountain."

"The mountains collapsed, the earth shattered, the sea of fire arose, and all the nations were terrified."

The old man's voice was a little low, and when he heard this, all the children closed their mouths and said no more.

With Old Man Bai's words, these descendants of the human race, whose minds were not yet fully mature, seemed to see the despair faced by their ancestors six thousand years ago.

"Big hands, wearing the sun, moon and stars, when the sky is about to fall."

"The spirit of panic, the mountain that cannot be grasped, prevents the earth from covering and re-establishes the four poles."

The ancient declaration sounded again at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and the old man Bai looked at the human totem under the sunset, his eyes sincere and respectful.

His voice echoed under the trees and in the hearts of the children.

"The Panicked Spirit... Venerable God, is this talking about you? ”

Above the magnificent ancient city, Su Daji listened to the words of the old man of the human race under the tree under his feet, and looked at Tang Hao with some curiosity and asked.

Hearing Su Daji's words, Tang Hao, who had just arrived at the ancestral land of the Terran Race at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, glanced at the group of Terran children who listened very seriously, and replied with a chuckle: "It should be." ”

The old man's words just now reminded him of the scene when the Zhisheng clan chose to make himself a totem of the human race.

Although it is still vivid in my own opinion, for the human race in the flood wilderness, this is already 6,000 years ago.

Retracting his gaze, Tang Hao did not immediately look for where Zhisheng's was.

Like the old man under the tree, he raised his head.

At this time, in front of the two of them, there was a huge city no less than the ancient city of Luoshui.

It was built on the mountain, and with the foot of the mountain stretching for thousands of miles, it can no longer find the appearance of the original town with less than one million people.

At this time, Tang Hao's eyes looked at the cliff that was tens of thousands of meters above the ground.

Under the chaos and fog, a familiar pattern shone brightly, exuding a mysterious and mysterious atmosphere.

"When the Buzhou Mountain collapsed, the land of Shenzhou also shook."

Su Daji followed Tang Hao's gaze and looked ahead, and the next moment, a big hand that grasped the sun, moon and stars, and had an indescribable aura came into view.

Her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, as if she thought of the past, and she slowly spoke again: "At that time, even the ancestor of my clan who had been sleeping for an unknown number of years woke up, and frankly said that this was an event that was enough to change the pattern of the flood and famine. ”

"It's just that later..."

Speaking of this, Su Daji looked at Tang Hao beside him and stopped talking.

As long as the living beings from 6,000 years ago basically know what happened later.

A pair of big hands that tore apart for thirty-three days filled the air of extreme terror, and reloaded the collapsed Buzhou Mountain again.

That's right, it's pretending.

It was also at that time that the desolate spirits knew for the first time that there were such terrifying creatures in the world.

Hearing Su Daji's words, Tang Hao continued to smile and didn't say anything.

Lowering his gaze slightly, an altar that exudes a mysterious aura suddenly comes into view.

The altar was empty, and there were countless symbols carved on it, but they were all prostrate under the big hand on the cliff.

"Let's go, Kong Xuan is probably about to come back."

"After reading this, you can go to your Qingqiu."

With a chuckle, Tang Hao's body suddenly disappeared in place.

And Su Daji first glanced at the old man who was still sighing under the tree, and then followed Tang Hao towards the altar under the cliff.

……

"I'll just say why Chu Ze's kid chose to do it at this time, it turned out that he saw the right time."

Somewhere in the sky above the nameless mountain range in Xiniu Hezhou, Kong Xuan looked at the spiritual mountain that emitted immeasurable Buddha light in the distance, and shook his head helplessly.

The guide and the quasi-mention do not know where to go, and there is no saint in the spiritual mountain.

Although he is unforgiving, a saint is still a saint after all, even Kong Xuan can't understand it.

So he doesn't know where to look for those two guys now.

"Since you have promised His Holiness, if you don't settle the matter, won't it be a shame and a big loss?"

Junlang's face was helpless, Kong Xuan pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly looked at the distant Shenzhou.

The Sutra of Enlightenment is the enlightenment at the time of the introduction of the quasi-promotion of sanctification, and the creation is infinite, and the mystery is incomparable.

It can be said that all the creatures who have been ordained will be devout believers in the West for the rest of their lives.

And this kind of transformation, even Da Luo Jin Immortal can't reverse it, and even mix the yuan!

And this, in fact, is one of the reasons why Xuanmen is so repulsive to the West.

Although Kong Xuan's realm has already reached the realm of mixed yuan under the saint, he can only stare dryly in the face of the Duhua Sutra.

"These two guys aren't here, I should be able to solve it with someone else, right?"

"It's just that these two guys are unlucky, and they have to disappear at this time."

Shaking his head, Kong Xuan withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at the spiritual mountain that seemed to never collapse.

The five-colored halo always shone behind it, making it daunting, and then the next moment, the halo turned into a stream, and it fled towards the far east at a speed that seemed to be able to break through the chaos.

The continent that is difficult for the spirits of the desolation seems to be like that in Kong Xuan's eyes.

When he reappeared, a vast mountain range had already appeared in front of him.

Compared with the extremely barren Xiniu Hezhou, the land of Shenzhou is simply like a fairy continent full of spiritual energy.

And the mountain range in front of you is one of the best.

"Tsk, no wonder those two guys are planning to enter Shenzhou."

"Compared to here, Lingshan is as inconspicuous as a small dirt bag."

Looking at the Kunlun Mountain Range, which was known as ten thousand immortals in front of him, Kong Xuan smiled very teasingly.

That's right, he didn't go to the coast of the East China Sea to find Tongtian, but moved to the Kunlun Mountains, where the teachings were located.

"I remember that this guy seems to owe me a favor, and I don't know when I will come back next time, so I just let him pay it back this time."

Looking through the countless lush peaks, Kong Xuan looked straight at the looming Jade Void Palace in the depths of Kunlun.

After muttering a word to himself, Kong Xuan turned into a streamer again and swept towards the depths of the mountain range.

At the same time, outside the mountain gate of the Jade Void Palace.

A middle-aged Taoist in a black robe was standing under the quaint mountain gate, looking boredly at the mountains in the distance.

Because this is the depths of Kunlun, it is very quiet on weekdays, and no one dares to make noise in the saint's dojo.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds and lush forests in front of him, the middle-aged Taoist eyebrows were full of helplessness and sorrow, as if he had something on his mind.

If Tang Hao was here at this time, he would be able to recognize the Taoist in front of him, who was the middle-aged man who had met him and Su Wanwan Ao Li'er and shouted out the Taoist friend please stay.

"Alas, only 6,000 years have passed, and it is still 94,000 years before he officially becomes a disciple of the Interpretation Sect."

"You obviously promised to accept me, why do you want me to guard the mountain gate? Is it because I'm not a born being? ”

Suppressing a deep unwilling sigh from under the mountain gate, Shen Gongbao did not turn to look at the Yuxu Palace, as if he was afraid of seeing the disdain and disdain in the eyes of those exposition disciples.

Once after meeting Tang Hao and separating again, he came to the outside of the exposition dojo as he wished.

Perhaps he grew up in the depths of Kunlun since he was a child, and he was born with a trace of aura, and the disciples who guarded the mountain gate introduced him to the Jade Void Palace that day.

It's just that after learning that he was a Black Panther cultivator, that disciple's attitude instantly changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

Still with Shen Gongbao trying his best to explain how he respected the Yuqing Sage, the disciple still restrained him with disdain.

Perhaps it was Shen Gongbao's good luck, just when he was about to be kicked out of the mountain gate, the Yuqing sage, who had seen the head and tail of the perennial Shenlong, actually issued a decree and agreed to accept Shen Gongbao.

But the premise is that Shengong Leopard must be outside the mountain gate for 100,000 years.

Shen Gongbao, who was bent on pursuing the Great Dao, agreed without hesitation after hearing this request.

Isn't it 100,000 years? You must know that he has cultivated from a black panther to the present, and he has used it for an unknown number of 100,000 years.

But when Shen Gongbao really agreed, he found that he was still too naïve.

Although the number of expounders is scarce, it is necessary to send disciples to recruit new people.

But there are still quite a few disciples who remain in the dojo.

These disciples often go in and out of the mountain gate, and Shen Gongbao will inevitably meet these disciples because of the sage's decree to guard the mountain gate all the year round.

In the past 6,000 years, Shen Gongbao didn't know how many disdainful glances he had received and how many mocking words he had heard.

Thinking of the beautiful vision he hoped for after joining the teaching, Shen Gongbao felt more and more that he still thought too simple.

The flood is always a world that pays attention to the birth of heels.

Sighing again, Shen Gongbao gathered his mind and began to sit with his eyes closed.

Not long ago, the major disciples returned to the Yuxu Palace in a rare unification, and Shen Gongbao won Jiang Zangfeng's glance because of his words of concern.

And it was at this glance that he obtained a good book of cultivation exercises.

It can be said that if there is anyone who is still looking at Shen Gongbao in the entire exposition now, there may be no one else except Jiang Zangfeng.

At this time, Shen Gongbao, who had just sat down, did not notice it, and at the moment when he closed his eyes, a five-colored streamer was sweeping over his head, and he broke into the saint's dojo unscrupulously.