Zuo Meng, as the creator, this world is his own vegetable field, he can lift the table, can destroy the world, but this has no meaning to Zuo Meng, the act of destroying the world, it is enough to play once, just like the vegetable farmer has given his vegetable field to disaster, the disaster is easy, but there is no harvest, or the vegetable seedlings are cut, what can be harvested?! The real world is still waiting to grow, unless Zuo Meng is willing to be invincible in his dreams for the rest of his life, and the reality is slowly dying of old age.

But he Zuo Shaoxia is obviously not this kind of person who has no goals, invincibility is a concept, not only in the dream to be invincible, but also in the real world.

The authority of the creator radiates to reality This is Zuo Meng's plan, but there are many faults in the implementation of this plan, this is the fault line between cultivation and cognition, Zuo Meng must make up for this process, only one person, this process must be completed in epoch units, but he has a world to help, he only needs to keep harvesting those who grow up, one epoch after another epoch of harvesting, cognitive growth will definitely skip by leaps and bounds, and then you can fill the gap period.

Let the vegetables in the vegetable field thrive, and the old farmers can show a satisfied smile in the autumn.

Obviously, the 'vegetables' of this era have been almost planted, and although there are a few pests in the ground, it does not affect the overall situation.

The matter of Zuo Meng's exit from the customs had a greater impact than everyone in the Taichu Immortal Gate imagined.

Three days after the exit.

Chu Tianzi led all the important ministers such as the national teacher and the prime minister to worship the mountain and asked to see Xue Zhenren. It's just that they waited at the bottom of the mountain for a long time, and they didn't even see anyone, so they were sent away with a word.

"Not available. ”

Not long after Chu Tianzi left, countless disciples who had walked out from the Taichu Immortal Gate returned to the mountain to meet the ancestor.

But again, no one saw this Patriarch Xue.

Half a month later, Zhao Zheng, the first Xingwang on the heavenly list, and Du Fan, the second on the heavenly list, returned to the mountain at the same time, and there were many hidden powerhouses who came back together, these people were all apprentices from Zuo Meng's sect in the past.

"Master, I haven't seen you for six hundred years, and you are the same as you were back then. ”

Zhao Zheng looked at the master above, and a trace of hidden ambition flashed in his eyes.

He is already the first in the heavenly list, but there are still not many people in the world who are convinced of him, when it comes to the first in the world, the world still thinks of 'Xue Zhenren', six hundred years later, he tried all his best, but he still couldn't erase the shadow of the other party. Today's Zhao Zheng is already the pinnacle of the gods, the top powerhouse of the half-step path, from Suzhou Mansion to Jingshi, he can also do it now.

"Disciple Du Fan, I have seen the master. ”

Du Fan is still a teenager, dressed in a Confucian robe, carrying a chessboard behind his back, six hundred years ago, the cowherd baby who came out of Heiniu Village has also become the second chess saint in the sky.

"Disciples Wang Jiang and Ma Yu...... I've seen the master. ”

In addition to the two of them, the other disciples also rushed back, the first batch of core disciples almost reached the eighth layer, and the remaining two layers were either seated, or they had lost the concept of the master, and they didn't recognize the master of 'Xue Zhenren' in their hearts.

"It's all back? It just so happens that today is the entrance assessment of the Taichu Immortal Gate, let's go and have a look." ”

Zuo Meng got up, calculated the time, and the entrance assessment was almost here.

Yamashita.

Countless young people from all over the world gathered at the foot of the Taichu Xianmen, these are all teenagers under the age of twelve, more than 600 years of development, the Taichu Xianmen has long become a behemoth, and the requirements for entry have been repeatedly raised, far from being as casual as at the beginning, and there are restrictions on age and qualifications.

"I don't know if I can pass the assessment, I heard that the assessment of the Taichu Immortal Gate is very strict. ”

"Sure, after all, it's not the same as before, after Xue Zhenren fell to the first place in the heavenly list, the myth of the Taichu Immortal Gate has been broken, and now the most powerful sect in the world should be a sword flying immortal - Lord Zhao Zheng's sword gate!"

"Lord Chess's Tianyi Gate is also quite good, but unfortunately the requirements are higher than those of the Taichu Immortal Gate. ”

"In any case, the Taichu Immortal Sect is still one of the strongest sects in the world, and not every sect has a Heavenly Rank powerhouse. ”

"Our people from Heiniu Village are going to take the Taichu Immortal Gate!"

A group of hairy children who have not yet participated in the assessment are chattering below, most of the things they discuss are heard from their parents and elders, just bragging here, appearing to be more mature, really want to make them say one, two, three, but there is a dumb.

"It's almost time for the assessment, I heard my mother say that Grandpa Xue is unreliable, but now it seems to be true. ”

In the crowd, Xiao Zhimo mixed in.

In the end, he chose to rely on his own strength assessment to get started, rather than relying on relationships to enter through the back door. Zhimo felt that he was not losing to anyone, and this idea was approved by the old sister Zhixin'er.

For the sake of fairness, Zhimo separated from his sister from outside the city, and along the way, he also made friends with a few teenagers who were ready to come to participate in the entrance examination of the Taichu Immortal Gate like him.

"Brother Mo, do you think we can see the big names on the top of the heavenly list in this assessment?"

Next to Zhimo, a little beggar in ragged clothes looked at the top of the mountain with a wistful expression, this guy is a beggar in the city under the mountain, and he came to participate in the assessment to see the appearance of the big man on the heavenly list, so that he could go back and brag to his friends.

"Sure, I heard Mr. Lei from the storyteller of Wangxiang Restaurant say that the origin of the immortal law in the world is Taichu, and nearly half of the big names in the Tianbang are disciples of the Taichu Immortal Sect. ”

The other is a small novice, and this little novice is a disciple of Hanshan Temple.

More than 600 years have passed, and the host of Hanshan Temple does not know how many generations have changed, but because of Zhang Tu, that is, the existence of the former precepts, Hanshan Temple has always been in contact with Taichu Xianmen.

"The assessment begins!"

At this time, a voice came from the mountain.

In the next moment, everyone at the foot of the mountain only felt that their eyes were glazed, and when they looked again, they found that they had arrived in another place.

"Blessed Land Cave Heaven!!"

"I have entered the blessed land. ”

The blessed land of the Taichu Immortal Gate is not a secret, I don't know how many disciples go out every year, and the outside world naturally knows the characteristics of the blessed land.

Rumble!!

Before the group of little ones finished their excitement, they saw a huge demon ape standing up from the mountain forest, with a huge head like a hill, looking down at the children participating in the assessment below.

"Demon ...... Youkai!!"

In an instant, nearly half of the children were stupefied.

in the crowd

"For..... Why are there monsters, could it be that the heavenly masters of the Taichu Immortal Gate have been eaten by monsters?"

"It's over, I won't be eaten, I haven't spent the three pennies I hid under the seventh brick of the City God Temple. ”

The little beggar cries when he says he cries, and he cries with a handful of snot, and the one who cries is called miserable.

"Brother Mo, can we still save it...... Murgeer ?... Silence...."

The little beggar cried twice, and when he found that no one persuaded him, he raised his head in some confusion, and found that Mo Ge'er, who had been standing beside him, did not know when there was another person.

The man was carrying a long sword and had a grim face.

"Xiao Mo, Master asked me to pick you up. ”

A sword flying immortal - Zhao Zheng?