Feng Zichen recognized the last sheep, but the last sheep did not recognize him.

Because, what the last sheep knows is Xuanqing.

One heart and two bodies, I have never experienced it myself, and I don't know the mystery.

"Something?"

Without answering the question of the last sheep, Feng Zichen asked with some amusement.

His cultivation has reached the realm of returning to the basics, and the breath of his whole body has never leaked out at all, and there is no leakage of dirt and leakage.

The immortals look at Him, and He is the Immortals.

The golden immortal looks at him, and he is the golden immortal.

Taiyi Golden Immortal looks at him, he is Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Therefore, in the eyes of Mo Yang, Feng Zichen is a relatively unfamiliar Taiyi Golden Immortal Monk. Otherwise, how could he dare to stop Feng Zichen and call him a fellow Daoist?

"Daoist friends don't know, ahead is the forbidden land of Penglai Sea City. Without the consent of the Immortal Venerable, outsiders are forbidden to enter. ”

"Moreover, outside the forbidden land, there is also the protection of the innate great array, and its power is so strong that even if Daluo Daozun comes, it is difficult to get a good place. ”

"If you take one step further, you will have to step into the formation. ”

"When the time comes, it's dangerous and unpredictable!"

Penglai Sea City is just outside Penglai Island, and others don't know the specific location of Penglai Island, but as the manager of Xuanqing, how can the last sheep not know.

Today, according to the usual practice, he came to inspect the sea areas of all parties, and happened to see Feng Zichen stopping outside Penglai Island, so he hurriedly ran over.

In fact, with Xuanqing sitting on Sanxian Island, even if someone strayed into the formation, Xuanqing would be able to rescue people in time.

The last sheep will not understand.

So, of course, he wasn't really worried about whether Feng Zichen would be in danger after he fell into the formation.

What he was worried about was that if Feng Zichen strayed into the formation and disturbed Xuanqing, it would not be good.

This is the purpose of the last sheep.

I have to say that Xuan Qing chose him to be in charge, and he really chose the right person. When he started to do things, he was both attentive and careful, which made Xuanqing less troublesome.

"Haha!"

"You're funny. ”

"So that you know that Poor Dao and your family Immortal Venerable are good friends. ”

Smiling, Feng Zichen said.

The last sheep's careful thinking, how can they hide from Him.

At the end, he showed a slight breath.

"Xiaodao didn't know that Daozun was coming, offended Daozun, and hoped that Daozun would forgive his sins. ”

Being broken by Feng Zichen's thoughts, Moyang was still a little embarrassed, but after feeling the momentum that belonged to Da Luo Daozun, his face completely changed.

Before he had time to think about it, Mo Yang hurriedly confessed.

What did he do?

Calling each other Taoist friends with Da Luo Daozun, this is going to die, it's really floating, floating.

"This is nothing, the poor road still has something to find Xuanqing, you go and get busy with yours!"

With a wave of his hand, Feng Zichen let the last sheep leave.

......

At the same time, on Penglai Island.

Duobao, Our Lady of Jinling, Our Lady of Wudang, Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming and other famous immortals of the sect were invited by Xuanqing to gather together to talk about the Tao.

During the period, there was endless laughter and laughter, so happy.

"Brothers, sisters, brothers, brothers, and friends, they need to go to greet them. I'll miss you for a while, and I hope you'll forgive me. ”

And just when everyone was talking about sexuality, Xuan Qing suddenly spoke, interrupting everyone's conversation.

"Hmm, Senior Brother's friend?"

"Senior brother is so extraordinary, if you want to come to senior brother's best friend, he should also be a stunning character. ”

"I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to see you?"

Just as Xuanqing finished speaking and was about to leave, the Turtle Spirit Holy Mother suddenly said.

I had never heard Xuan Qing mention that he had any other close friends, but now one suddenly appeared, and everyone was naturally very curious.

"Well, I'll bring him over later, so you can see him. ”

Nodding, Xuanqing agreed.

When Feng Zichen was approaching, Xuanqing summoned the disciples of the sect to come to the party, so that Feng Zichen and everyone could be familiar with each other, so as to facilitate the plan later.

"Is it ......?"

Suddenly, Duobao's heart moved, and he thought of the identity of the person who came, suddenly stood up, and shouted excitedly to Xuanqing:

"Senior brother, go together. ”

"I'll go with it. ”

That's the Sword Ancestor, the true lord of the wilderness. It is not by virtue of the strength of the realm and strength, but by the supreme wisdom of the existence of the self-opening.

This is an achievement that no saint has done, such a person, who doesn't admire it?

Now that he has come, it is only natural that Duobao will greet him in person as a sign of his respect.

"Okay, let's go, let's go. ”

With a wave of his big sleeves, Xuanqing took the sect members and rushed to the outside of Penglai Island to greet Feng Zichen Feng Zichen.

......

"Haha!"

"Friend, since the East China Sea, you and I have not seen each other for tens of thousands of years. ”

"You don't know how to go to Kunlun Mountain to see me. ”

"I can't leave Kunlun Mountain, can't you leave the human race?"

From afar, as soon as he saw Feng Zichen's figure, Xuan Qing complained.

"You think everyone is as idle as you, but I'm very busy. ”

"How can I have time to go to Kunlun Mountain to find you. ”

Shaking his head, Feng Zichen smiled.

And with the meeting between Xuanqing and Feng Zichen, at this time, Feng Zichen's true spirit, who lived in the purple micro star, had a wonderful experience in his heart.

It's like in the afterlife, he manipulated two trumpets by himself and tricked people in the chat group, which is really a long-lost feeling.

His body is in the purple microstar, silently controlling Xuanqing and Feng Zichen, walking the wilderness for him.

In later life, he hid behind the computer, manipulated two, or even more, at the same time, and ran rampant on the Internet.

If you look at the desolate world as an online world, isn't that what Feng Zichen did?

There is always no harm in opening more trumpets on the Internet, even if the trumpet is blocked, there is still a trumpet as a backhand.

It is the same reason to open more trumpets in the flood wilderness, even if the deity is accidentally killed, it can also rely on the trumpet to rise again.

You won't lose hope completely.

Feng Zichen, who suffered greatly from the title in later generations, deeply understands this truth.

......

"Senior brother, what is this Daoist brother called?"

On the side, Yunxiao asked Xuanqing in a low voice.

The disciples of the saints are naturally not comparable to the last sheep.

The last sheep couldn't see Feng Zichen's realm, but the disciples of the sect could see some clues.

In their eyes, Feng Zichen was wearing a golden crown of ten thousand spirits, wearing a purple gold robe, and his body was surrounded by purple qi, like a majestic emperor.

When you look at Him, it's like facing the vast starry sky, deep and encompassing.

But when they looked at Feng Zichen again, everything changed again. The previous state of the emperor is gone.

In its place, there is an endless edge.

is like a peerless sword, showing its edge to the fullest, extremely powerful, as if it wants to cut everything, shaking people can't open their eyes.

Needless to say, this must be a powerful figure.

"He is ......"

"The Pangu Zichen Clan is also the Flood Desolate Sword Ancestor!"

Smiling, Xuan Qing revealed the origin of Feng Zichen.