This great priest, who was already standing on the top of the mountain of the Void Spirit Realm, knew in his heart that that lawless land was the greatest and only demon in the heart of Tianzun.

Tianzun's lifelong wish is to tear open the chaotic canopy and let the light from outside the sky shine on Kyushu.

He has been planning for this for 20,000 years. He has been withering in this heavenly palace in the Nine Heavens for 20,000 years.

In addition to his own cultivation every day, Tianzun uses his vast divine sense to observe the heavens and the earth. He silently paid attention to every material he thought had potential, watching them practice, break through, and reach the top all the way. Because these people, perhaps, in the future, will enter these nine heavenly palaces and become Tianzun's partners who fight side by side rather than his subordinates.

For 20,000 years, he had been waiting, waiting for the day when he would conquer the Impossible Land.

Unlike the three famous emperors who shocked the universe, nor as well known as the Buddha, Yuan Sheng, and Dao Zun, the three patriarchs, the existence of Tianzun was unknown in the ethereal spirit world. Except for the Great Priest himself and the Heavenly Lord Pang Qingyuan, there is no third person in the world who knows that above these nine heavens, there is a Heavenly Palace, and there is also this Heavenly Venerable who has cultivated to the world.

"Xiao Han, you go to the Demon City and bring Feng Xing to see me. ”

In the vast sea of clouds, Tianzun's slightly tired voice came.

The figure in a black robe rushed forward suddenly stopped, and then like a meteor, it flew towards the sea of clouds, drawing a dazzling arc of light.

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On the third pole of the sun, the warm sunlight broke through the barrier of the old window paper and stubbornly climbed onto the bed.

Shone on his face by the harsh sunlight, the young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

With a long yawn and a stretch, the boy sat up listlessly from the bed. His eyes narrowed, and he looked at the sky, and looked at the middle-aged man who was sitting at the table in the room.

A middle-aged man dressed in coarse linen held in his hand an old book with yellowed and moldy pages, on which were written the stories of the strange people who had been circulating. The middle-aged man seems to be interested in these strange novels, which are called "dross of literature" by secular schools, and they read it with relish.

"Don't sleep more?"

The middle-aged man didn't look back, a pair of eyes stared at the fly-headed Xiaokai on the page as if hungry, and greeted lightly.

It seemed that he was a little angry to get up, and the young man sitting on the edge of the bed with hazy eyes and listlessness shook his head slowly.

"The sun is too big to sleep well on your face. ”

In this room, which was so simple that there was only a wooden bed, a square table, and two benches, two men with a large age difference sat in silence. One is immersed in the bizarre fictional world of speaking, and the other collapses softly and props himself up by the bed to come back to his senses, speechless.

Jia Xu, a young man who is no longer young, only touched back into the room when the sky was slightly bright.

Last night, I followed a few childhood friends to drink a big meal around Li, and at the wine table, a group of gangsters who were loud and famous in Xijian Town reminisced about the past and counted the feats of the past. For example, so-and-so once stole the belly pocket of the widow Sun in the east, so-and-so and so-and-so smashed the door of Boss Lu's shop, and so-and-so once took advantage of the crowding of the market to touch the buttocks of the Zhao family's daughter, and the soft feel was called an ecstasy. After all, it is all some unworthy roosters and dog thieves, but it has become a brilliant achievement in the mouths of many people.

Of course, during the banquet, Jia Xu's flattery and flattery were indispensable.

Everyone saw in the early years that Jia Xu was definitely not a thing in the pool, and he would definitely soar in the future, but he didn't expect to become a god now. These brothers were all lifelong friendships back then, and Brother Jia became a fairy, but he must not forget the original brothers who exchanged lives. Carry it up, take it with you into the Xianmen Cave Mansion, and go to the cultivation of immortality is the best, again, just send a gold mountain or a silver mountain or help to get an official body, and it is not unacceptable to have an official addiction.

A group of people pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and forcibly lifted Jia Xu to the sky.

This simple-minded young man only felt that although these words were good, he was always a little uncomfortable.

Yes, how can I become a Rausch fairy.

I originally wanted to re-experience the happy times in the town with a group of fox friends from the past, but I didn't want to be different. Jia Xu is still the same Jia Xu, he never thought that he had become a person from two worlds different from these small town residents, but these childhood friends, these "brothers" who did not look down on him very much, have become unrecognizable.

The heroes who originally hooked their necks and hugged their shoulders and shouted and scolded in their mouths are now humiliating one by one, calling themselves Brother Jia with a flattering face.

Jia Xu only felt that the wine in the bowl was not pleasant to drink.

Damn, it's not that Li Laosi didn't want to see his gang and brought fake wine.

Later, Zeng Jin was the closest to him, and Li Wei, who was drunk, put his arms around Jia Daxian's neck and shouted for everyone to go to his house to gamble.

Thinking of the most familiar dice pai gow, Jia Xu, who was already lacking in interest, also came to the spirit.

How did this group of yellow-haired boys who had never been out of the town for half a step in their lives know about the mysterious methods of cultivators, and they were shouting one by one that they wanted to compete with Jia Daxian at the gambling table.

Jia Xu, who has no leakage realm, relied on the magic of Taoism at the beginning, sat down in the village, and killed all directions. Killing these unscrupulous people is a river of blood, and everyone screams and screams, scolding God for not having long eyes, and letting him alone dominate the whole gambling luck.

But after a few back and forth, Jia Xu gradually lost the pleasure of making a lot of money at the beginning, and a wave of loss and emptiness suddenly came to his heart.

Yes, he is a mountain immortal, and what is it to win these scoundrels who bullied him with his magic powers.

Jia Xu, who was out of interest, began to release water, and scattered the copper plates that were piled up in front of him like flowing water.

The gangsters who began to turn over smiled and shouted that the gods were nothing more than that. Whether the gambling table can dominate or not depends on whether God rewards food or not, and all beings are equal in front of Pai Gow. When luck comes up, a fool can win a lot of money, and when the wind is not good, it is useless to let you be a Da Luo Jin Immortal.

After spitting out all the copper coins won by spell fraud, and pasting some of his own treasury upside down, Jia Xu pushed everyone to stay, and walked alone on the way home in the morning light that had just emerged from the sky.

Stepping on the stone road that has been walked for more than ten years, looking at the houses on both sides that can be recognized clearly with closed eyes, the young man is inexplicably a little sad.

It seems that he no longer belongs to this stream town.

returned to his dilapidated house, and gently pushed open the leaky door, for fear of disturbing Mo Yongcheng's meditation practice.

Seeing that the middle-aged blacksmith sitting with his eyes closed did not react, the young man climbed onto the old wooden bed that creaked at the slightest movement and closed his eyes.