Section 21 A Boat in the Ocean

As soon as the Heavenly Demon Fu appeared, Zhou Ji felt in his heart, the collapse of the cave was not the worst ending, the next moment, Yuwen Shi was a big trouble, but he was alone, and it was difficult to support himself, how could he be able to defeat the Heavenly Demon who had incarnated into thousands of people?

While thinking, the young tree seemed to sense that the great changes in the world were imminent, and trembled slightly, closing the vitality covering the flowstone peak inch by inch, losing its vitality and infiltrating, and the three holes and four valleys seemed to fade into the picture, and lost its vitality in an instant, and it only supported more than ten breaths, and then it collapsed layer by layer, turning into the sand of time. Zhou Ji suddenly blessed his soul, some kind of slim possibility flashed through his mind, left and right to no avail, it is better to be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he made up his mind, threw out the five-colored divine light sickle, turned into a colorful peacock, straddled its back, ran back and forth, rescued the people who collapsed to the ground, and threw it in front of the Erxiang Palace.

Song Mei, Yao Huang, and Wei Zi are all ordinary people, delicate and delicate, Zhou Ji put the three of them down gently, like fragile porcelain, as for those Taoist disciples with rough skin and thick flesh, and demon servants and demon maids with thicker skin and thicker flesh, it is not a big deal to bump and bump, and you will go down casually, you pill my legs, I pill your chest, three, three, two, two, and two in one place.

The colorful peacock shuttles through the void, and Zhou Ji's hands and feet are also quick, but the collapse of Liushi Peak is too fast, and the time left for him is extremely limited, and he has no time to search around, so he can only drag a few in front of the door and throw them back to Chishui Cliff, whether it is life or death, survival or death, and then it depends on the destiny of heaven.

The vitality is getting narrower and narrower, and it is getting thicker and heavier, after the three caves and four valleys, the cliff of Guanri, the cliff of Xiongzhen, the cliff of Luming, the stone beam rock have collapsed one after another, the flowing stone peak only has the fruit of the Chishui Cliff remaining, the sand of the time fills the heaven and earth, the young trees of creation sway their vitality, and can cover the land of a hundred miles in a radius, like an oasis in the desert, an island in the dead sea, and a boat in the ocean.

Zhou Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the magical power of the young tree was limited, and it was not enough to protect the entire Liushi Peak, but it was not a big deal to gather vitality and maintain a corner of Chishui Cliff in a short period of time, but this time, he was right.

Xiao Bai Xiu was the first to wake up, and realized that he was revealing his original form, sitting cross-legged, his clothes faded to the side, embarrassed, and he suddenly sighed in his heart, and hurriedly used his magical powers, turning into a human form again, his pretty face was slightly red, and his expression was a little twisted and uneasy.

Zhou Ji stood beside the young tree of creation and chemistry, and said leisurely: "Heaven and earth have returned to chaos, and the old things that opened the world have been repeated, but now there are more variables, and no one can see what will happen in the future...... It's a good thing after all, though, right?"

Xiaobai's eyes were dazed, except for the Chishui Cliff under her feet, everything in heaven and earth was destroyed, she couldn't help but shudder, wrapped her clothes tightly, and asked, "How much time will it take to repeat the world?"

The familiar article naturally came to mind, Zhou Ji glanced at her, smiled, and opened his mouth to say: "Heaven and earth are as chaotic as chickens." Pangu was born in it, 18,000 years old, and the world was opened. Yang is clear for the sky, and yin is for the earth. Pangu is in it, nine changes a day. God is in heaven and holy in earth. The sky is one zhang high, the earth is one zhang thick, and Pangu is one zhang long, so eight thousand years old. The number of days is extremely high, the number of places is extremely deep, and Pangu is extremely long. ”

Xiaobai blinked and said in confusion: "Who is Pangu?"

"He is a god-man who opened the world, powerful, and a first-class figure of true immortals. ”

Eighteen thousand years old, and eighteen thousand years old, that is, thirty-six thousand years, Xiaobai was so hairy that he always felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but ask again: "After opening the world, where did this Pangu god go?"

Zhou Ji coughed, cleared his throat, and continued: "Pangu is the incarnation of death, the qi is the wind and clouds, the sound is thunder, the left eye is the sun, the right eye is the moon, the limbs and five bodies are the four poles and five mountains, the blood is the river, the muscles are the earth, the muscles are the soil, the hair is the stars, the skin is the grass and trees, the teeth and bones are gold and stone, the essence is the pearl and jade, the sweat is the rain, and the insects in the body are touched by the wind and turned into Li Yong. Without thinking, he recited it in a low voice, and later laughed himself.

Xiao Bai realized that he was joking, and breathed a sigh of relief, "If you really want to be trapped in this place for 36,000 years, it will be very difficult." ”

"You can survive 36,000 years, this young tree of creation can't last for a long time, I estimate, at most a thousand years, the vitality is exhausted, and the Chishui Cliff can't be saved. ”

Xiao Bai said tentatively: "Then ascend to the upper realm?"

"Let's talk about it. Zhou Ji's words are not shirking, he is not embarrassed to leave this world alone, he only needs to lead this world to reject his body, and he can take it off, but if he wants to leave with others, he is not allowed to enter the door.

The two talked for a while, and the Rakshasa girl woke up slowly, rolled on the ground, and turned into a picturesque woman, with feathers all over her body turned into brocade clothes, looking at Zhou Ji in a daze, as if she was in shock. The great power of heaven and earth is added to the body, the higher the cultivation, the greater the burden, Zhou Ji saw that she couldn't come back to her senses for a while, shook her head slightly, and said to Xiaobai: "Go and see, everyone who can wake up is awakened, and only we are left in this world." ”

Xiao Bai stretched his muscles and bones, and looked around, the little monster and little monster of the Taoist disciples lay on the ground, ignoring them at the moment, and went to Qianxun Rock first, waking up Chu Ge, Dong Qianli and Gui Yun, and then came to the Erxiang Hall to meet Zhou Ji together. The three of them were sore and weak, and they couldn't stand steadily, so they had to pick a flat stone and sit down to rest, looking at each other, their faces were gray and a little embarrassed.

The Rakshasa woman finally relieved herself, supported her heavy body, and dragged the little demon who escaped by luck to get up, slapping and shaking and pinching and shaking, unexpectedly, before she could start, Brother Parrot Ji was the first to wake up, fluttering his wings and flying up half a foot, and fell heavily to the ground, his chin slammed on the rock, and stammered vaguely: "This ...... This...... This...... Arrive...... Arrive...... ...... the end" The Rakshasa woman was distraught, popped out a feather, turned into a flexible ribbon, and tied its long beak tightly, and could only blink her eyes, looking at Zhou Ji pitifully.

Xiao Bai was very careful, counting the heads one by one, except for Chu, Dong, and Gui, there were a total of thirteen Daomen disciples who survived, three of them were true disciples, six were outer disciples, and the remaining four were "innate bodies" who had just started, no different from ordinary people. There are eleven demons under the command of the Rakshasa Woman, most of whom are the essence of birds, beasts, plants and trees, and in addition, counting the lively parrot Brother Ji, it is just the number of branches on the ground. Song, Yao, and Wei had Zhou Ji look at each other differently, and rescued them as soon as possible, all three of them were weak women, and they were the least oppressed by Tianwei, except for being weaker, there was no big problem.

The sun, moon and stars were all annihilated, and the last light disappeared in front of them, only the small young tree of creation emitted a misty white light. Everyone gathered under the tree and divided into three piles without thinking, the Daomen was headed by Chu Ge, the demons were led by Xiaobai and Rakshasa Girl, and Song Mei, Yao Huang, and Wei Zi surrounded Zhou Ji, not daring to look at those strange people and demons.

There was silence all around, and from the distant unknown, there was a rumbling, rustling, rustling, getting lighter and lighter, and finally annihilated. This world, this heaven and earth, is unswervingly crumbling into the sands of time, and the power of chaos fills every corner, every inch of the void, and only the place protected by the young tree of creation retains life, order, and hope.

Zhou Ji sat on the ground, unable to suppress the evil taste, he lifted the star crumb knife, knocked on the stone, and said: "The most urgent problem to be solved is - eat, drink, pull, scatter, sleep!"

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