The deer returns to the forest, the boat docks, the bitter sea is easy to cross, and the sea of people is confused.

A black portal was born beneath the crack in the star field, bathed in thousands of thunderbolts.

The three figures shrouded by the laws of the Heavenly Dao silently looked at the portal that was being opened, and it was finally empty.

The blood-colored patterns that wrapped the whole body of the immortal in the painting gradually faded.

The word "sage" in the middle and lower of the stars exudes a soft light, opening up all paths and preventing the will of the universe from interfering with the formation of portals.

In the painting, he swallowed the blood that poured into his mouth, coughed lightly, smiled, and asked the silent sage:

"How about this gift?"

Faced with the question of the immortal in the painting, the three sages were at the very edge, walking out of the chaotic nebula and revealing their true bodies.

Elegant and easy-going sighed:

"Why bother!"

"The scene of the destruction of life and the collapse of ten thousand ways, I don't want to see it again"

In the painting, the fairy looked at the ethereal fairy under the starry sky, as if he was a god man who did not stir up dust, and replied indifferently:

"Bai Yujing thought the same thing 10,000 years ago, and did it at the same time"

"But the price paid is that Bai Yujing's inheritance is severed, and the remains of the city tower are exiled to the border."

"Is this what you think is fair?"

Without waiting for the sage who spoke first to answer, a cold and dusty voice came from the chaotic mist:

"Bai Yujing wants to be transcendent, and wants to sacrifice all souls to create an immortal land"

"So, Bai Yujing is destroyed"

In the painting, the immortal Wenyan stared at the figure in the chaotic mist, laughed long, and said with great resentment:

"What a reversal of black and white"

"He is worthy of being a sage in the world, he can't take it, and he can't put it down"

"It's a joke that something like you can set foot in the Holy Realm"

While reprimanding the sage, the immortal green pen in the painting waved in all directions, gathering spiritual power, and driving the word "sage" to be inscribed on the black portal.

The creature in the chaotic mist saw the immortal's actions in the painting and stepped out.

Holding the sun, moon and stars in his hand, he flicks the sun, moon and stars into the small world opened up by the immortals in the painting.

The laws of the star field were gathered by the sages into a huge sword, and the deep voice of the sword said:

"Broken"

The long sword constructed by the law shuttles through the barrier and strikes at the dark portal in the illusory universe of the star field.

In the painting, the immortal ignored the sage's movements, did not interfere in any way, and did not worry that the dark portal would be destroyed by it.

Just as the fairy in the painting thought, the law sword let out a wail before it approached the dark portal.

The portal shrouded in darkness gradually opened a tiny gap under the erosion of the power of the word "saint".

There was a strange power from the cracks, which did not melt into this starry sky.

The power of the strange qi machine wrapped around the stagnant law long sword, devouring it in less than three breaths, leaving no trace.

The elegant man who walked out of the chaotic nebula and the mysterious creature with thousands of purple qi hanging down beside him shot together.

Trigger the power of the Great Dao, and wipe out the power of the strange qi machine at the moment of a thousand moments, preventing it from devouring the origin of the starry sky.

The purple qi around the mysterious creature turns into the morning sun, reflecting the starry sky and sealing the dark portal in the illusory universe.

The elegant man held the staff in his hand, solemnly reciting the incantation, pulling the power of Taiyin and preventing the gap in the portal from continuing to expand.

In the painting, the immortal old god freely summoned a nebula, watching the hands of the two sages hurry.

The demon queen shuttled through the space, came to the fairy in the painting, and quietly looked at the black portal that was bombarded by the Taiyin sun in turn.

"Is your plan to use this portal for your purposes?"

The fairy in the painting smiled and shook his head in denial.

Explains:

"How can a portal destroy those old immortal beings"

"What's more, the power of the black portal is uncontrollable, and I'm afraid that it will backfire!"

Listening to the fairy in the painting's righteous response, the demon queen said speechlessly:

"Since you know that you can't control it, you still have to forcibly summon it, aren't you asking for trouble?"

The fairy in the painting did not open his mouth to continue to explain, but waved the green pen in his hand and painted in the starry sky, telling the truth in his heart to tell the world.

The pen falls into the storm, and the place where the pen strokes through, the mirage that emerges is also the past, and the green pen connects the heaven and the earth, and the battlefield of the past is built one by one.

The gods and demons lay down their corpses, and the blood of the people was buried.

The mountains and rivers are broken, and the wind and rain are shaky!

The ups and downs of the world showed a few end corners, and the broken stars danced around the heavenly demons.

Countless dark portals appeared out of thin air, absorbing the origin of the Heavenly Dao, and the stars everywhere and the land turned into ruins and returned to nothingness.

Until a majestic figure turned his back to the common people, and sealed the sky with a sword.

The starry sky portal is all gone, and the eternal plans are empty.

But the majestic figure disappeared with it, and there was no trace of it for eternity.

After the end of the gods, the avenue collapsed, and the laws were incomplete.

After 10,000 years of silence, the Yin soldiers of the underworld went out in a big way, going in and out of the star ruins, looking for someone or some truth.

In the star field of Guishan Hai, some people claim to have picked up a blood-stained half-robe and blood-stained robe, which attracted countless Buddhist disciples.

The Dao Gate retreated, the central universe was no longer prosperous, and the Kunlun Divine Tree was only a remnant of its body, without any spirituality.

In the painting, the immortal uses his own blood and qi as ink to outline a picture.

Interpreting the truth of Ragnarok, the Demon Queen, the Tang Emperor, and the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Lord Nan Daodao all looked at the battle scene from eons ago without blinking.

The graceful woman on the chariot inadvertently caught a glimpse of a fiery red streamer shuttling through the stars, and muttered to herself:

"Ancestor"

The barbarian priest's face was wrinkled, but he still calmly looked at the image that spread out.

The fingers were raised, wanting to touch a figure of a demon god who shattered thousands of worlds and held up the sky:

"God"

In the Chaos Nebula, the last sage stepped out, his gaze scanning the images.

Watching the Daomen Yin Yang Pisces Seal Soldier Solution, buried in the starry sky, and blocked the dark portal.

Looking at the weak water in the sky, flowing nine shades, holding up thousands of souls.

Watch the central universe fall apart and the mountains stretch across the sky.

Hearing the angry shouts of the emperor, he broke into the door with a big seal and never returned.

Listening to the prayers of all living beings, the cycle of life and death in the underworld arises, and Yama thinks against the years and disappears.

Listen to the smoke of the beacon fire, listen to the hunting of the battle flag, and listen to the blood and the mighty youthful righteousness.

The sages shed tears and dreamed back to eternity.

In that great war, he lost a great deal.

Even if he returns from sanctification, he is just a higher level ant.

In the face of the ruins, in the face of the heroic spirit, he could not do anything.

The chaotic mist dissipated, the law disappeared, revealing an incomparably ordinary face.

But a pair of eyes seem to contain the sea of stars, and you can't look at it directly.

The sage spoke:

"Immortal in the painting, long time no see!"

Hearing this, the fairy in the painting turned his head, glanced at the sage who spoke, and after thinking for a moment, he replied calmly:

"Do I know you?"

"Don't mess around and influence me to make a move"

The sage smiled bitterly when he heard this, after thousands of years, he could not have imagined that they would meet again in this way.

Nan Wendao and the Demon Emperor and the others looked at the immortal in the painting with strange eyes, as if they didn't expect that the person in front of them turned out to be a sage and sage.

And the demon queen glanced meaningfully at the extremely ordinary sage in front of her, as if she had thought of something.

The sage, who was snubbed by the fairy in the painting, did not get angry, but explained with a pleasant face:

"Ten thousand years ago, I was a small loose cultivator in the central universe"

"And you are the proud master of the star field"

"It's natural not to know me"

The fairy in the painting looked at the humble sage helplessly and said:

"You're hitting me in the face."

"The proud genius of bullshit is just a wisp of residual thoughts"

"Worthy of the praise of the sages of the day"

At this moment, the mysterious sage, who was illuminated by the light of the sun and the moon, temporarily broke away from giving up the suppression of the dark portal, and said coldly:

"You're a little self-aware"

"The past is empty, and all false names are buried in eternity"

"Your glory is over"

Listening to the accusations of the mysterious sage, the fairy in the painting smiled:

"Say you're fat and you're still panting"

"Lao Tzu didn't plan to talk to you, but you interjected"

"I think you have a mother and no mother, and you lack training"

The mysterious sage was furious when he heard this, and raised his hand to blast at the immortal in the painting.

The next moment, the palm of the hand was blocked by the ordinary sage, and he could not enter an inch.

The mysterious creature looked at the ordinary sage and asked:

"Gu Changfeng, what do you mean by this?"

The sage, who was called by his name, smiled faintly and bitterly:

"The battle of tongues, why bother"

The mysterious sage snapped:

"He was originally a sinner, let alone do it, no one dared to say a thing or two if he killed him"

"Gu Changfeng, back out now, I can act as if nothing happened"

"Otherwise, I'll clean up with you"

Gu Changfeng was also angered by the arrogance of the mysterious sage, and replied coldly:

"You can try"

The mysterious sage was furious when he heard this, but he didn't expect that the "waste" who didn't interfere in anything on weekdays would dare to lose face in public.

The blood and qi surged, and the laws gathered in the palm of the hand, and they struck out in an instant, and the void trembled.

Gu Changfeng handled it indifferently, drew it with one finger, and fabricated a long river out of thin air in front of him.

The long river ripples, and the clapping of the mysterious creature is like a quagmire, and it cannot advance or retreat.

Gu Changfeng took the opportunity to stamp in his hand and approached the mysterious sage.

Flipping his hand and shaking the sky, he knocked the mysterious sage into the long river, and stepped out with one foot, leaving a huge mark on his chest.

Gu Changfeng's bright eyes flickered, and a strange heavy pupil opened at the center of his eyebrows.

The golden pillar of light roared out like a long dragon, piercing through the head of the mysterious sage.

Under the golden pillar of light, the indestructible body of the mysterious sage broke inch by inch.

The spirit is detached and wants to escape, but he is imprisoned by the galaxy and cannot use any magical powers.

In just a few breaths, a sage was completely suppressed, and life and death lay in Gu Changfeng's thoughts.

In the distance, the elegant sage divine consciousness who controlled the skull staff to seal the dark portal swept by, and hurriedly separated a trace of divine soul to prevent Gu Changfeng from continuing to attack.

"Gu Changfeng, mercy to his subordinates"

Before he could stop the clone of the soul of the elegant sage and sage, he saw Gu Changfeng use the power of the Great Dao to sweep the soul of the mysterious sage into the bottom of the galaxy and refine it completely.

Then Gu Changfeng opened his mouth and swallowed the galaxy into his body.

Quietly looked at the elegant sage who hurried over, and didn't say a word.

The elegant sage looked at Gu Changfeng sluggishly, and couldn't help but reprimand:

"You're too impulsive"

"His identity is extraordinary, you stabbed Lou Zi"

It's no wonder that the elegant sage lost his temper, but in today's era, killing a sage is an earth-shattering event.

Gu Changfeng opened his mouth and explained:

"A hundred years of repression, count it as a lesson for him"

The elegant sage breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and kept muttering to himself:

"It's good if you're not dead! It's good if you're not dead."

And the others under the star field were confused by this scene.

Didn't you come to ask Bai Yujing about the remnants of the crime? Why did he do it himself?

In the painting, the fairy looked at the starry sky with a complicated expression, and Gu Changfeng, who was a little shy, said quietly:

"Is this the combat power of a mediocre scattered cultivator back then!"

Facing the ridicule of the fairy in the painting, Gu Changfeng looked calm and replied:

"It's a desperate move"

"The end of the way, only to protect yourself"

Everyone under the star field listened to Gu Changfeng's modest words, and their brows darkened.

Good fellow, a sage was suppressed with a raised hand.

Do you call this the way of the micro-end? Do you call it just self-preservation?

Not only was the fairy speechless in the painting, but even the onlookers around couldn't bear it.

A dignified sage is so humble, how can these self-proclaimed giants of a continent live?

The immortal in the painting stared at Gu Changfeng and asked solemnly:

"Are you going to shoot at me next?"

Gu Changfeng shook his head in denial.

The fairy in the painting sighed and said helplessly:

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Soy sauce?"

Gu Changfeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he pointed to the fairy in the painting and said a little excitedly:

"For You"

When the words fell, the fairy in the painting coughed wildly, and rolled his eyes at Gu Changfeng countless times.

And the demon queen, who was silently watching the battle on the side, couldn't help but glance at Gu Changfeng and the immortal in the painting again and again, wanting to see the relationship between the two.

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master leaned on Emperor Tang's side and muttered something.

In the painting, the immortal glared at the Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master Nan, who wanted to go in a crooked direction, and asked.

Then Chong Gu Changfeng said angrily:

"Can you make it clearer and not be so ambiguous"

"It's easy to be mistaken by some bastards"

The Sword Pavilion Pavilion Master's back was cold, and he felt that the immortal in the painting might be talking about him.

Ahead, Gu Changfeng looked like he didn't hear anything outside the window, staring directly at the fairy in the painting.

His eyes were shining, his palms were still a little sweaty, and he looked excitedly at the indelible figure in his heart for thousands of years.

In the painting, the immortal coughed lightly and signaled Gu Changfeng to come back to his senses, if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will really be impossible to explain.

Gu Changfeng came back to his senses, calmed down his emotions, and said:

"I can't imagine that you can survive the ages"

The fairy in the painting rolled his eyes when he heard this, and replied impatiently:

"Of course you can't think of it"

"Because even I didn't understand why there was a residual memory"

The corners of Gu Changfeng's mouth rose when he heard this, and he sighed a little:

"Ten thousand years have passed, and you still look out of tune"

Hearing this, a few question marks popped up above the fairy in the painting, and he said puzzledly:

"It's weird, you feel like you're familiar with me"

"But I obviously don't have any impression of you!"

"Did you recognize the wrong person?"

Gu Changfeng looked at the fairy in the painting who tilted his head and thought funny, and explained:

"The Central Universe, the Blue World"

"You once stayed there for a while, and you helped destroy a few small sects."

In the painting, the fairy fell into memory, as if remembering something.

Opening:

"10,000 years ago, Bai Yujing and the Central Universe jointly cleaned up the extraterritorial Heavenly Demons"

"That was the only time I went to the central universe"

"As for the Qingmang World you mentioned, it seems to be a small dimensional world located on the edge of the central universe."

"There are a few xenomorph heavenly demons who control the cultivation sect, rob children, and borrow rebirth"

"I accidentally found out and killed it"

"But, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it? Could it be that you were one of the children in the first place?"

Gu Changfeng shook his head slightly and said:

"At that time, I was already in my twenties, and I am afraid that even the Heavenly Demon would not be able to look down on the cultivation root."

"What the hell is going on? Can you give me an accurate word?"

In the painting, the fairy suppressed his temper and said, if it weren't for the fact that this person in front of him was a sage, it would be a little troublesome to clean up, and he would have started it a long time ago.

When Gu Changfeng heard this, a wooden hairpin instantly appeared in his hand.

The surface of the hairpin is slightly rough, and it can be seen that the craftsmanship of the person who created it is not very skillful.

But the top of the hairpin is deliberately outlined in the shape of a fish, and when you look at it, you have a feeling of ugliness and cuteness.

Gu Changfeng handed the hairpin to the fairy in the painting, and asked calmly:

"Do you remember this hairpin?"

The fairy in the painting took it in confusion and looked at the ordinary hairpin.

At first glance, the wood is still broken wood.

At first glance, this fish is a bit interesting, it's really ugly, and when you look at it again, it's still ugly.

Suddenly, a fragment of the picture crossed the mind of the fairy in the painting.

The campfire dotted the darkness, and under the starry sky was the endless wilderness, and I could vaguely recall a little girl with a crying nose glaring at him stubbornly in the drifting of Mars, holding two broken hairpins in her hands.

Memories are like a tidal wave, and they suddenly come to my heart.

"Hey, can you stop crying?"

"I'm upset to hear it"

The little girl turned a deaf ear, just looked down at the wooden hairpin in her hand and sobbed quietly.

In the painting, the fairy glared at the little girl, and then put the huge fish demon on the bonfire, waiting for its fragrance to waft out.

Half an hour later, the fairy in the painting tore off a piece of fish meat and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Turning her head, the little girl smelled the fragrance and stared at him directly, and temporarily gave up crying.

The fairy in the painting looked at it, and finally stopped.

He smiled, tore off a piece of fish meat, dispersed the excess essence, and threw it to the little girl.

The little girl hurriedly caught a piece of fish meat bigger than her head and devoured it.

For a while, there was great silence under the starry sky, only a bonfire and two large and small figures sitting quietly in the moonlight.

When the little girl was full of food and drink, she stared at the wooden hairpin in her hand, and started a new round of sobbing.

The fairy in the painting has a big head at this time, and he is encouraging the evil spirit.

I knew that the little girl would be hungry to see if she still had the heart to cry.

But at this time, it was too late to say anything, and the fairy in the painting had to bend down and tease the little girl with his probe.

The little girl laughed, but she cried louder.

In the painting, the fairy looked at the broken wooden hairpin in the little girl's hand, and said angrily:

"Show me, maybe I can fix it for you"

When the little girl heard this, she immediately stopped sobbing.

Blinking with teary eyes, he looked at the fairy in the painting with a somewhat suspicious look.

In the painting, the fairy suddenly felt that his majesty was provoked, and snatched the wooden hairpin.

In the anxious look of the little girl, she took the spiritual ointment of heaven and earth as a cement, and urged the Dao Fire Sacrifice to practice the wooden hairpin.

During the sacrificial practice, there were several heavenly thunderbolts that fell out of thin air, which caught the immortal in the painting off guard.

And if this scene is seen by outsiders, they will definitely point their noses and scold.

The spiritual ointment that the grass and wood elves have nurtured for thousands of years has been hoarded in this way, and it deserves to be thundered and struck every day.

Looking at the gradually restored wooden hairpin, the fairy in the painting was very happy, and thought of being tossed by the little girl for a long time, and thought about it.

According to the fish demon on the wooden frame of the bonfire, an ugly fish was pinched out on the top of the wooden hairpin.

While the little girl was not paying attention, she bounced directly into her shoulder-length hair.

The little girl took off the wooden hairpin from her head after realizing it, looked at the restored wooden hairpin and the ugly fish head, and was stunned in place.

The fairy in the painting did not see the intended picture, and suddenly lost interest.

I found a soft meadow and lay down.

After a while, the little girl's clumsy cat came over and lay down beside the fairy in the painting.

In the painting, when the fairy was holding weeds in her mouth to empty her thoughts, the little girl was already asleep, and she buried her head under the fairy's arm in the painting.

Looking at the sleeping little girl, the fairy in the painting smiled.

What kind of way do people cultivate in the Tao?

Cultivating a free life? Or cultivating a life without hindrance? At this moment, the immortal in the painting had the answer in his heart.

The next day, according to the memory of the little girl, the fairy in the painting sent her to a dilapidated tea shop, and there was no intersection...

At the end of the memory, the fairy in the painting looked at the wooden hairpin in his hand with a sigh of sorrow, looked at Gu Changfeng, and said meaningfully:

"That little girl who loves to cry is your daughter-in-law?"

Gu Changfeng's face turned dark when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Where did you come to this conclusion!"

The fairy in the painting replied triumphantly:

"When I sent that little girl away, I unconsciously heard her say who she wanted to be a daughter-in-law!"

"And that tea shop boy should be you! So, you're here to repay me?"

Gu Changfeng raised his forehead and sighed, stared at the fairy in the painting with a face full of relief, and said word by word:

"Wrong"

"I'm here to settle accounts with you"

The immortal in the painting was confused by Gu Changfeng's resentful expression.

Cautiously asked:

"Could it be that your daughter-in-law ran away?"

Gu Changfeng smiled:

"People don't run, hearts run"

The fairy in the painting seemed to understand something, stepped forward and hooked his shoulders with Gu Changfeng, and said solemnly:

"Love is free, you can't stop people from running to a better future, right?"

"Listen to my brother, forget her! Find a good girl to marry!"

Gu Changfeng sneered, looked at the immortal in the painting, broke through the void, and presented a picture.

On the top of a wooded hill stands a small tombstone.

On the tombstone, engraved:

"The Tomb of the Immortal in the Painting of the Deceased Husband Bai Yujing"

Next to the tombstone, a woman in a light blue plain dress sits quietly.

The fairy in the painting had his head blown up at this time, when did he have a daughter-in-law in plain water.

Gu Changfeng stared at the woman in the picture and said sadly:

"Her name is Gu Changxiao, and she is my sister."