Chapter 341 Founding Yuan Ling

The old man shook the Huanglong Wuji fan lightly and talked eloquently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is said that the Founding Yuan Spirit has become the only awake person in the universe in the long and unbearable chaotic universe, and he has endured unimaginable loneliness and loneliness for ordinary people. However, it is so strange in the underworld, the Founding Yuan Spirit used the supreme spiritual power of the artifact created at the beginning of the universe, and out of nowhere did he find four creatures with different images and the first spiritual aperture, and taught the four little creatures a method of cultivation, and since then he has taken the four of them to do chaotic penance day after day. ”

"Oh, there are actually four apprentices of the Founding Yuan Ling?" the monkey snapped his fingers and quietly took the old man's words to heart. ”

"The four little creatures are the eldest Hongjun, Xiu Xuan Qingqi, the second mixed kun, Xiu Xuan Lingqi, the third Nuwa, Xiu Xuan air, the old four land pressure, and the cultivation of Xuan Ming Qi, and the combination is Qingling and Kongming. Later generations respected him as Hongjun Ancestor, Mixed Kun Patriarch, Nuwa Niangniang and Lu Zhuan Daojun. ”

"Wait, wait!" The monkey's eyes straightened, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted, "How can there still be Hongjun and Lu Press?"

"Pangu, don't worry!" the old man shook his Wuji fan and continued: "It is said that when the four disciples completed their cultivation, the founding Yuan Ling left a mysterious creation spirit weapon for each of them, and then after a few more words, the mysterious silence disappeared in the vast universe, and there was no trace of it again. ”

"Is the Founding Spirit just gone?" the monkey suppressed his curiosity and had to ask, "Oh, what are the four artifacts left?"

"Those spiritual weapons are: Creation Jade Butterfly, Haotian Snow Bell, Colorful Spirit Stone and Moonlight Treasure Box, among which the Creation Jade Butterfly was passed on to Hongjun Ancestor, Haotian Snow Bell was passed on to Mixed Kun Patriarch, and the Colorful Spirit Stone was given to Nuwa Niangniang, but only the Moonlight Treasure Box that could travel through time and space was given to Lu Jian Daojun. ”

"What?Moonlight Treasure Box?" the monkey was stunned when he heard this, and stood up. Moonlight treasure box, is it Mo Tianxian's broken box?

"What's the matter, Xiaoyou, have you ever seen that moonlight treasure box?"

"Huh?" the monkey looked up and pondered for a moment, and immediately said, "No, no, how can I have that good creation!"

"Oh, I thought Xiaoyou had seen it?" the old man shook his fan and let out a soft sound, and his voice was a little strange.

"And what about your little bell?" the monkey blinked, jumped over, circled the old man, and reached for the sleeve of the old man's coat.

"You monkey head, so rude!" the old man lifted the Wuji fan and shook it gently, and a gentle force erupted from the back of the fan, fluttering Wukong aside.

"What a stingy old man!" the monkey pouted, and sat down helplessly. "Let's talk about it, the story isn't over yet?"

"Aren't you going to ask about the multicolored spirit stone?"

"Colorful Spirit Stone?" the monkey replied nonchalantly, "Isn't that Nuwa Niangniang's Kui Bao, what's the matter with me?"

"You monkey!" the old man suddenly laughed, "I heard that the Monkey King jumped out of a spirit stone." ”

"Oh!" the monkey's eyes lit up, and the essence flashed.

"So what?"

"Not how!" the old man laughed, "I heard that when Nuwa was mending the sky, there was a stubborn stone, it seemed that she was unwilling to be that mediocre mending stone, and she ran away for no reason, and she has not been seen since!"

"Oh, stolen a boulder, and anything like that?" the monkey puffed in his heart.

Nuwa mended the sky and stole a mending stone?

It was the first time he had heard of it.

What about the strange scene I saw in the ice cave for hundreds of millions of years?

How do you explain that?

The old man smiled slightly and continued: "Later, the four disciples of the founding Yuanling each opened a sect, and the eldest disciple Hongjun received three apprentices, namely the eldest disciple Laojun, the second disciple Pangu, and the third disciple Tongtian!"

"Wait, wait!"

The monkey stretched out his hand again and shouted: "Old man, you are talking nonsense again, didn't Pangu open the world and then accept Hongjun? Why did Pangu become Hongjun's little brother in your mouth?"

"Huh!" the old man pursed his lips with disdain, "Who told you?"

"Uh... Of course Lao Jun told me!" The monkey scratched his head, "Could it be... Isn't that right?"

"What did Taishang Laojun say?"

"Isn't it?"

"Well, he said that Pangu opened the sky, and that's right!" the old man turned over, sighed slightly, and said, "It's just that he opened up another new world, which can be regarded as a great achievement for future generations!"

"A new world?" the monkey blinked, a little skeptical. "Could it be that Lao Jun's old man still used this to deceive him?"

"What about the other disciples?" The monkey's heart was filled with a trace of mystery, and he always felt that along the way, whether it was the 100-million-year-old Xuanbing Cave, or the Patriarch Bodhi, Maitreya, Ancestral Dragon, and the old man in front of him who was suspected of being a chaotic kun, they all seemed to have more or less mentioned the mystery of his life experience.

What the hell are these old guys trying to tell him?

"How many others?" the old man squinted, and the fan in his hand stopped shaking, as if he was asleep.

"Hey, old man, old man!" the monkey saw that the old man had not spoken for a long time, so he stood up and walked closer to take a closer look, then reached out and gently pushed the old man's arm, "Hey, old man, are you still finished?"

"Hmmm... The old man opened his left eye slightly, snorted softly, and suddenly fanned the Wuji fan in his hand lightly at Wukong, and said dreamily: "If you want to know, come to my dream!"

The monkey was stunned when he heard this, "What kind of dream?"

Boom, boom!

Bang la, bla blah!

The blue sea in front of him suddenly had turbulent waves, and the sound of water shook the sky, which woke up Wukong in an instant.

Why? There is no wind in the sea and there are huge waves?

He rubbed his eyes vigorously.

But, strangely, the sea was raging, and the waves were rolling, but not a drop of sea water burst out.

"Huh?" Wukong only then saw a clue.

He pulled out his feet and wanted to step forward to take a look, but suddenly found that his feet sank, and when he looked down, he saw a yellow and clear piece under his feet, and his feet did not know when, they actually fell deep under the ground.

"Not good!" he hurriedly used his body to jump up to the clouds with somersault clouds, but he only felt that his legs were firmly bound, but he couldn't pull out his feet.

Yikes!

Wukong's monkey eyes widened, and his feet slowly sank into the yellow sand on the ground.

Seeing that he was slowly sinking into the gravel, he used all his mana to escape, but unfortunately to no avail.

So, he could only widen his eyes and watch himself sink, sink, sink and sink again, and finally, the whole thing sank into the yellow sand.

However, the moment the yellow sand passed through the mouth and nose, I did not feel a trace of the depression and dryness of the grit, but had the illusion of freshness.

Looking at the yellow sand that gradually disappeared above his head, he reached out and grabbed a handful, but it seemed to be grasped in nothingness.

What kind of sand is this?

He blinked his eyes curiously, but he only felt a sudden dizziness in his head, and quickly calmed down and took a closer look, only to find that he was already in a vast white mist.