The changes that had taken place on the Golden Seal of the City God made him a little unpredictable, and now that he calmed down, he felt that the white thunder and lightning just now had actually been swallowed by it, and there seemed to be something wrong with this.

"It stands to reason that the Golden Seal of the City God is a spiritual object made by Heavenly Court, and it is understandable that he has his own spirituality, but he will definitely not be an enemy of Heavenly Court, but, it seems that ...... Something is wrong. Zhang Yixian's mind suddenly thought, isn't it because he crossed over because he went to see an exhibition?

The more he thought about it, the more Zhang Yixian felt that there was a problem, he felt that he needed to calm down now, it was best to be like a stop of water, and the bystander Qing This sentence is very applicable.

Slowly let his mentality cool down and not concentrate on one thing, Zhang Yixian realized that the idea just now had this place and could not withstand scrutiny, and then he shook his head a little self-deprecatingly, many things seemed to be that he was not even qualified to touch them.

After being silent all day, Zhang Yixian himself was bored in the room for a day, just wanted to take the ghost boy Xiao Ming to go shopping, as soon as he stepped out of the room, the night that had turned dark looked particularly hideous, and the feeling of heaviness that lingered in his heart was even stronger.

He even saw that among the clouds above the sky, there were dragon-like lightning swimming around, this feeling of being threatened by huge pressure at this moment Zhang Yixian felt a huge pressure, which also made his mentality more calm.

He secretly reminded himself in his heart that he must think twice before doing anything in the future.

Walking slowly between the corridors and pavilions, Zhang Yixian was still thinking about Hebo's news in his heart, he would never believe in pies falling from the sky, and from Hebo's attitude, even if he was a righteous god, at most he would be on an equal footing with him, if he wanted to find himself to pull the mountain, then he shouldn't, not to mention that he had an empty soul, maybe the soul would become fragile in the long run, and at this time he proposed that there was a way for him to recover his body, but once he recovered his body, did he need to take out something of equivalent value to exchange.

The more he thought about it, Zhang Yixian finally stopped, didn't think about it, and looked up at the sky where there was already starlight, he felt that he couldn't use it so blatantly to take in refugees and cast spells to treat patients in the future, all of which he had explained to Lao Qintou.

And the guards who are training, if they are not properly resettled, there will be problems, and there are more than 1,000 refugees, these are all problems.

"Alas, if you want to live in a world full of gods and Buddhas, it's not an easy thing, how can the myths and legends of later generations be passed on, the protagonists are so popular, do you really want to conform to the will of heaven?"

Zhang Yixian thought a lot about it this night, and pieces of snowflakes fell to the ground, just like the thoughts in his mind, and finally mixed with the ground, which didn't make sense at all.

There was no word all night, and after the snowflakes were washed at night, the impurities in the air also fell to the ground, and when the sun rose in the east, it looked different and clear.

When the reddish sunlight slowly shone on the earth, and finally shone on Zhang Yixian's body, although he didn't feel the warmth or dazzle, he still felt a fresh smell of earth rising from the ground under his feet.

"It's time too, this time, I don't know what kind of world it will be when I look back!"

Zhang Yixian left a piece of paper, on which some words were written, if the old Qin Tou saw it, he would know what to do, thinking that with those guards, the safety of these refugees in the City God Temple would not be a problem.

Touching the head of the ghost boy Xiao Ming, looking at his still clear eyes, Zhang Yixian smiled, and even smiled a little silly.

He was gone, his figure heading in the direction of the Purple Mountain to the east, and among the gray clouds in the sky, the lightning never slashed at his head.

Along the way, Zhang Yixian was like a bird breaking free from a cage, occasionally squatting down to pick up the snow on the ground, revealing a tender green tooth below.

From the City God's Temple to the east of the Purple Mountain hundreds of miles away, Zhang Yixian walked very fast, after climbing to the top of the mountain, from here to look out, a magnificent momentum spontaneously arises, if you look down from the sky, Zhang Yixian stands at this time, like a dragon head that wants to get out of trouble.

Walking down the top of the Purple Mountain for a while, he saw the place where he had stopped, and then walked and stopped along the woods in the mountain road, and when he came to a dense primeval forest, he heard a fierce tiger roar, and then he continued to move forward along the edge of the mountain forest, wading through the river, crossing the swamp, he came to a wide area, there was a low hill in front of him, Zhang Yixian stood in front of the hill, his eyes stared ahead, looked at it for a long time, and then he turned around, leaned down towards the hill, and then calmly left from the north。

After Zhang Yixian left, the place where he originally leaned over to salute suddenly made a sound, and the huge stone wall in front of the hill moved away, revealing a dark cave, and after a while, a pure black unicorn came out of the cave, and on top of its mighty head, there was a supernatural fox dressed in colorful colors, and after coming to the mouth of the cave, looking at the direction of Zhang Yixian's departure, the two divine beasts did not follow, nor did they turn around and enter the cave, but stood at the door of the cave, and stood for half an hour.

Finally the entrance to the cave was closed again, and the hill became silent again, and occasionally birds and beasts walked by, as if nothing had happened.

The sky was still clear, the snow was still white, and even the crowns of the trees that had not yet fallen their leaves were covered with a huge amount of blood.

Zhang Yixian walked on the snow step by step, on the snow behind him, there were no footprints left, and his body did not feel the cold brought by the north wind, he walked in the wind and snow, trying to find a little cold feeling, but there was nothing else except for a little more detour.

Walking through the mountains and rivers, crossing the forests, and once again standing on the bank of the Yangtze River, the once simple and ignorant teenager has become a little different, and no one can say why it is different.

Where you can see it, the water of the Yangtze River is still flowing to the east, and there are bursts of white gas on both sides from time to time, and occasionally a few pieces of broken ice mixed with the river water are also quickly broken by the waves, turning into river water again.

After half a ring, a gap suddenly broke on the surface of the Yangtze River, and it was still the Yaksha who had greeted Zhang Yixian that appeared, and there were still those people on both sides, but the difference was that they all had a little red embellishment.

Zhang Yixian smiled, and as Yaksha stepped into the cracked crack in the river, a moment later the place was covered with waves again, and the waves were more powerful.