"How dare you work the saints!"

Shi Ji took a few steps forward to greet him.

The old man smiled, "Yes, if there is no qin master outside to meet the enemy, where can Lao Dao still sit in the Eight Views Palace." ”

The old man is the head, and Shiji returns the salute.

"Your Majesty, Mother. ”

The old man bowed to the Emperor and the Queen Mother again, and the Emperor and the Queen Mother also returned the courtesy.

The old man sighed and said, "You fellow Daoists are dealing with the catastrophe outside, but the poor Dao enjoys peace, and they are very ashamed. ”

The old man shook his head with a wry smile, his face ashamed.

"The Taiqing Sage has been sitting on the battlefield of gods and demons for eight hundred years. Shi Ji pointed out a fact.

"He is him, I am me. ”

The old man's words puzzled many people, but Shi Ji understood the meaning, the old man did not want to separate himself from the deity, but said that his own strength was not out in the end, and his guilt.

Shi Ji bowed slightly.

The old man had a smile on his face, and he said to Shi Ji and the immortals: "Over the years, the poor Dao has refined some golden pills, and I want to open a Danyuan Dao meeting on February 15 next year. ”

Everyone suddenly realized that his old man had not been idle all these years, and he was alchemy for them, the Taoist immortals who had entered and exited the battlefield of gods and demons.

All the Daoists looked solemn, and said, "The saint is bothered, I will go to the meeting on time." ”

“...... Be on time!"

The old man smiled and nodded, and said casually: "There is still one thing that the old Taoist teaches to discuss with you Daoists when the time comes, and you Daoists must not miss it." ”

The Queen Mother grasped the point in an instant, she glanced at the Emperor of Heaven, and was keenly aware of something.

In the Western Spiritual Mountain, the white-clothed old monk on the Golden Lotus of the Twelve Grades of Merit raised his head for a moment and looked at the old man in the center of the Thirty-six Heavens.

The old man smiled again, one east and one west, a Taoist ancestor and a Buddha, looking at each other indifferently, and separating them plainly, as if nothing had happened.

Shi Ji also didn't seem to notice anything, and said goodbye to this Dao Ancestor of the Eight Views Palace very calmly, and said goodbye to the Heavenly Emperor and Queen Mother and the Heavenly Court Immortals, the clear shadow was like the wind, and the heart was like an arrow.

From the Great Tribulation of the Gods to the Great Tribulation of Gods and Demons, she actually never rested in between.

Six hundred years out of the customs in a hurry, the willow leaves turned into dust, the creation was not complete, but the recovery of an arm, but the supernatural power was not passed, she broke out, she did not hesitate, nor regretted, compared to the supernatural power, than the avenue, she has more cherished things.

She commanded heaven and earth, invited relatives, friends, old friends, predecessors and masters to rush to the battlefield of gods and demons, she used all the power she could use, that battle, she gave everything, and pressed everything, not only her fate, not only the fate of her disciples, but also the fate of her relatives and friends, all those who had a relationship with her.

The old man slashed a domain with one punch and finally died in battle, she was not uncomfortable, and she was not sad, but she pressed all this in her heart, because there were many more people she was responsible for.

In that battle, she seemed to be just sitting there, but she bore the weight of life and death of everyone on the battlefield of gods and demons, and only she knew how heavy the weight was.

In that battle, she exhausted her mental strength, and when the war ended, she couldn't support it anymore, and the string that scared away the gods and demons and Kunpeng was her last strength.

After that, she couldn't even open her eyes, not to mention plucking the strings.

Two hundred years of confusion is a combination of the Tao, an enlightenment, and a deep sleep, which is no longer clear and does not need to be distinguished.

She's awake, everyone is there, that's fine, the rest, let it be.

She has never been obsessed with cultivation, nor is she obsessed with the realm, as for spiritual treasures and supernatural powers, she has never been concerned, and she will never be obsessed with it.

It is better than anything to be able to see the vivid smiling faces, and to be able to breathe the breath of the desolation is more real than anything else.