The Yuanying Zhenjun named Lai Yinglong raised his eyes and glanced into the distance: "Uncle Yaoqin, you are too bold, aren't you? What kind of scene is this kind of? Uncle Shi, you are also a figure from the Great Demon King when he attained enlightenment 30,000 years ago, do you think that this kind of random gathering of several Yuan Gods to drink tea and chat is a catastrophe of heaven and earth?"

I don't understand.

"Lin Nineteen" didn't even bother to answer, and directly turned into a cloud of red smoke, which suddenly flowed from the palm of my hand into my Daoji world, and became a quiet red star again.

Maybe I could hear her hiding there and chirping: "Cut, I'm cowardly? I don't understand? Hehe, waiting for another big demon king? When the time comes, it's not how many people will die!"

Then she actually "looked" at me: "Little one, the sky is about to change outside." If I were you, I would light up the Xuanyuan Tongtian Decree that Old Demon Yu gave you now, and find a place to hide it. ”

I still don't get it.

After all, I'm only a fourteen-year-old boy, and I've only been in contact with the cultivation realm for a little over a year. No matter how big the golden finger is, I'm just a rookie who has just built a foundation, and the knowledge tree I got is only a broken version. This world, for the blockade of information, is too tight. There is not a single public book on Lianyun Peak that records the history of a thousand years ago, and 99% of all the myths and legends I can collect are in the last 10,000 years. The remaining one percent, though more than 10,000 years old, is absurd and full of all sorts of distorted and rebellious messages.

But this does not prevent me from standing in the real world now, hiding in the water-colored light shroud released by Lai Yinglong, watching the strange scene in the southern sky. It's good, it's rare to have someone next to me to explain it to me.

"That green light tree is the old demon of Guangling Mountain, he is very powerful. The seven-colored glorious primordial god over there is Mo Li of the Heavenly Bird Sect. She is a big beauty, and she used to have a lot of legs with my master. There is also that, that ice blue mist, which should be Li Yubing Li Fairy of Deer Mountain. A ball of sunshine is the little guy your ancestor, Shangyang Duyou. As for Uncle Hongqi, he likes to hide secretly. ”

All I could see was the howling wind outside, surging from far to the south, sweeping away all the clouds, all the unstable on the ground. Countless Jindan real people drove flying swords, pulled out long cloud lines, and fled frantically towards the north. Even those Yuanying True Monarchs also manifested into various clouds, and then moved to the tops of the previous peaks, where they formed a palace of Yingluo Array, and could only hide from a far, far away place to watch the battle.

Maybe you don't have a concept of where I am and where the spirit membrane used to be. Let me give you an analogy. The swamps of the south where I am now are two sizes of France. Then my current location is New York, and the place where the spiritual membrane is located can be said to be in Argentina, with eight or nine peaks hidden in the middle, which is almost eight or nine territories as big as Iran. It's only because this world is a fucking flat world that I can see far away. But what I can see is only a high place in the sky, and the appearance of the leakage of each qi in the battle of the primordial gods attracts the heavens and the earth.

"Tut, it's still Aunt Beihe who is tough. Sneak attacks can be so open-minded!Okay, it's rare to cut that old monster in Cangwu with a sword, it's really good!" Lai Yinglong danced with his hands.

I could only see a flash of white light in the far reaches of the sky, and then the shadow of the giant blue tree flickered.

That's all.

And what struck me was something else.

I watched as a huge red dome of heaven from afar, covering the sky and the earth, spanning countless thousands of miles from east to west, rolling in silence like a giant wall from the south, and then across my head, across the Lianyun Peak behind me, before I could not respond at all, it fell far to the north.

"Are we given up here?" I felt a frost in my heart, and the cold was deep to the bone.

The little Taoist priest beside him laughed as if he didn't care: "What are you doing when the Yuan Shen War? Why don't you withdraw the spirit membrane to the north and wait for it to be broken by these guys? They don't care, now the people in those places north of the spirit membrane are going to die!"

I'm cold.

Are the people on my side about to die?

Then he slapped his leg and shouted, "Uncle Hongqi, it's good." That's how it should be, hack that Mo Li to death. Stinky woman, relying on the fact that she is a seven-colored golden-winged bird, Ma De wants to eat me every day! Seeing that I have become a primordial god, it is strange if I don't kill your whole family in the next catastrophe!"

Grit your teeth and hate deeply!

Hey, I said this ancestor, you have gone too far in acting, do you know? Your acting talent is a little crooked, the line just now is too exaggerated, do you know? Your performance is too hypocritical, and you dare to talk to me, a little person you just met and never knew before. I just want to ask you, what exactly do you want to do?

"Hehe, the little guy can see it? Then I won't tell you, you can think for yourself. I'll go!" The little Taoist priest had a very playful smile on his face, and with a pause, he turned into a huge black dragon thousands of feet long, waving his wings, and the wind howled, and in a flash, a large pit several miles long was set off around me. With just one wing, it flew out of five hundred miles, and then with a high-spirited dragon roar, it shocked the heavens and the earth, and countless rounds of brilliance formed a mandala field, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.

Then, in just ten minutes, a black light flashed on the battlefield in the distant sky. Although it is only for a moment, it is enough to make me sigh and appreciate.

The water-colored light mask he left behind disappeared shortly after he flew away, and now I and the five girls behind me were hiding under the brocade that Lin Nineteen had released.

"Senior brother, what should we do?" the five little faces were obviously frightened.

"It's okay, didn't you see that there are so many Infant Patriarchs in front of you? With them, even if the spirit mask moves north now, we don't have to worry. I touched Liu Xiaoqin's little head and smiled slightly, very confident.

Yes, although we don't know what that spiritual membrane is for, we can still see a lot of Yuanying Zhenjun right in front of us? Isn't it? Psychologically comfort yourself, the sky is falling and they are carrying it anyway, right?

I sneered in my heart.

It's all shit!

To use an analogy from the history of my last world, it's like when the sun never sets on the vast colonial empire of the empire to suppress the world, in a remote colony, such as Burma, we are a colony that Great Britain has put on the edge of the world. What is happening now is almost as if the generals of the Kingdom of Thailand came and broke the border, forcing the line of control, where the sun never sets, to move back a little.

And then what?

Then the armies participating in the war will fight each other, and several generals will kill each other, which is very exciting anyway, anyway, it is very saying, anyway, there will be some generals who have achieved fame, some generals who have failed, some rookies who stand out, some rookies who have unexpectedly withered, and some veterans who have been abandoned because of slackness.

But this is always a war that takes place in the tiny part of the empire, and no one thinks of the inhabitants of the empire in those colonial towns that were abandoned when the border line changed. Anyway, the empire has a large population, and a few people from small colonies have died, so it's a big deal to draw another group of people from the rear. As for the dead, let it be dead when it is dead.

"Let's go back, we have something to do. ”