"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

This is a strong male voice, and there is a strong affinity in the voice, which makes people can't help but have a kind of trust and cordiality towards the owner of this voice.

"Little crow, this person's voice is so good!" "The Ten Thousand Saints Princess turned around and shouted at Mo Chen.

For some reason, Mo Chen felt a faint chill down his spine, as if something bad was about to happen.

What does it feel like?

Mo Chen shook his head, he didn't take it seriously, he was also very curious about the owner of this voice, and turned around to take a look.

I saw an auspicious cloud not far away approaching the two of them, and on the cloud was a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a black Taoist robe, with three long beards, with a very friendly smile on his face, and the whole person from head to toe gave people the feeling: spring breeze.

Yes, the temperament of this Taoist gives people a comfortable feeling like a spring breeze, and when he sees him, he is very kind, his own cultivation is not triggered, obscure, Mo Chen looks up and down, but he can't see the depth.

However, the first beauty of the demon clan used the entire demon country to recruit relatives, and such a grand event attracted some big demons, old demons, gods, ghosts, immortals and Buddhas who hid in the mountains and forests, which was expected, so Mo Chen was not particularly surprised.

Sure enough, I haven't shouted for many years, and this hand is still tight!

The black-clothed Taoist priest had a fine light in his eyes, and with a sincere smile on his face, he praised: "Daoyou's hand is Nanming Lihuo, it's really amazing, it has opened the eyes of the poor Dao!" These words made anyone who listened to them believe that they were from the bottom of their hearts.

Mo Chen is no exception, this person gives him the feeling of being like a long-lost friend, this is the first time he has this feeling for people in this world of gods and demons, he has not hidden it, he recognizes it is recognized, there is nothing to hide, he said: "Dao Chang is really good eyesight, he actually recognized it at a glance!"

The black-clothed Taoist leader was overjoyed in his heart, sure enough, it was Nan Ming who was away from the fire, this was really stepping on the iron shoes and there was no place to hide, and it took no effort to get it, which was more perfect than his original plan. Although the Samadhi True Fire is enough, but with this Nanming Separation Fire, the grasp will undoubtedly be greater.

"Poor Dao heard that since ancient times, the Feng Clan has disappeared and will not reappear, and Nanming Lihuo has also disappeared within the Three Realms along with the Feng Clan, Daoist friends are really lucky, with such magical powers!"

Mortals like to listen to good words, even if they cultivate to the saint, they are also average, Mo Chen will naturally not be exempt from vulgarity, although the Taoist in front of him is said to be unknown, but the affinity and constant praise have already made Mo Chen feel friendly.

The little crow said: "I don't know what the Taoist number is when you practice in that treasure mountain, don't hide it from the Taoist chief, I look at the Taoist chief, it is like meeting an old friend, if the Taoist has leisure in the future, I will go to the Bibo Pond and we will have a glass of wine." ”

The man laughed secretly in his heart, but he was a little melancholy, yes, if he hadn't believed in him so many senior brothers back then, how could he have set off that vigorous battle, and I still remember when I first met Senior Brother Gongming, he also said the same.

When people get older, it is easy to evoke memories in their hearts, no, Mo Chen's words made the black-clothed Taoist return to that era, the era when the gods and demons in the world fought each other vigorously.

However, now is not the same time, it was defeated back then, this time, it is impossible to say who wins and who loses!

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief......" Mo Chen couldn't help but call softly when he saw that this kind black-clothed Daoist suddenly fell into a stupor.

The Taoist came back to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, and said: "Little friend, don't mind, this person, as he gets older, always likes to reminisce, just now your sentence seems to have met an old friend, but it reminds me of a close friend at the beginning, but with him, I haven't seen him for a few yuanhui!"

Obediently, a few Yuan Hui, one Yuan and 12 Hui, one Yuan will be 1800 years, one Yuan will be 129,600 years, and a few Yuan Hui will be hundreds of thousands of years.

Mo Chen smacked his tongue secretly, but asked on his lips: "I don't know who the name of the old friend is?"

The black-clothed Taoist gently stroked the three-inch black beard and said, "My best friend's surname is Zhao Ming Gongming, and now he is the true monarch of the Xuantan in the sky, I don't know if you have ever heard of it?"

Zhao Gongming, the righteous god in charge of the world's financial resources, who would not know this big name?

Mo Chen waved his hand, and was just about to speak, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, who was Zhao Gongming, that was a famous figure during the War of the Gods, a disciple of the Heavenly Sage, the black-clothed Taoist in front of him turned out to be friends with him, and it was a few Yuan Hui ago, the Battle of the Feng Gods, didn't it happen a few Yuan Hui before?

Coupled with the fact that this Taoist person is so kind-faced, his ability to make him feel good in a few words, and the sentence that Daoist friends please stay, Mo Chen faintly had some bad guesses in his heart, could it be him?

"Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth, this is a great name, when I was playing in the mortal world, I saw that all the people worshipped him. Seeing that Mo Chen didn't speak, Princess Wansheng thought that he hadn't been to the mortal world and didn't know about this immortal, so she replied first.

"Haha, Brother Gongming is not the God of Wealth, he just happens to be in charge of the gods of Zhaobao, Nazhen, Zhaocai and Lishi, so he is respected as the God of Wealth. The black-clothed Taoist priest smiled lightly and explained.

"I see. The Princess of All Saints, dressed as a beautiful son, nodded lightly, she was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Chen's words, Mo Chen said with a solemn face: "I don't know where Changxian Mountain is, what is the road number?"

The black-clothed Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly, and made a gesture: "Is it a poor road, I forgot to report my life to Xiaoyou, the poor road's name is Shen Gongbao, and he currently lives in the East China Sea ......."

Before Haizi finished speaking, he felt a slight mana fluctuation in front of him, and when he looked up, his eyes were empty, and there were still Mo Chen and the Ten Thousand Saints Princess?

This Shengong Leopard Daoist revealed a playful look in his eyes, interesting, interesting, the two juniors in front of him actually knew him, he thought that after hundreds of thousands of years, he had lived in Shuifu for a long time and did not come to the world to move around, except for those old guys, no one should know him.

But is it Bibotan?

Shen Gongbao chuckled at the corner of his mouth, he didn't care about Mo Chen's escape, he couldn't run away from the monk and couldn't run the temple, and it was right to go to Namoyun Cave now.

Embarrassing.,This chapter is written to more than 1,900 words just gone.,It's verbose to add something.,I have to talk about something else.,Ask for a wave collection and ask for a wave recommendation ticket.,It'll probably be on the shelves at the end of the month.,I'll save some manuscripts.,Strive to break up an update when the time comes...... After this plot is written, Journey to the West will arrive soon.