"It's rare for you to come to me. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info said, I've been here for so long, and I haven't really seen anyone who is sober except for King Xu. In a small restaurant in Chaoge, Mu Ran was sitting there.

In the glass was wine, and it was very strong.

Mu Ran didn't know how to drink, and the wine in the cup was just a scene. The person who really wanted to drink was the familiar figure across from him.

It's a small restaurant, but no one will bother you. Di Xin has already issued a ban, and ordinary people are at risk of killing their heads if they get closer, let alone go in to drink. Even Di Xin himself had to report it.

This is not because Mu Ran is too arrogant and high-profile, but because Di Xin did it himself. Maybe Mu Ran didn't help him too much in the Ming Di, but Di Xin didn't think so.

The dazed black figure raised the wine glass a little tremblingly, and no matter how seriously the extremely strong alcohol in the glass would cause him, he just cared about drinking one sip after another.

"Don't drink like that, it seems that you have been seriously injured, who is capable of this? Although you are no longer capable of the past, you are not inferior to ordinary people. Who did you run into? The old man of reincarnation?The senior of the phoenix?The old monk of the golden top?Or ...... Dao Ancestor Hongjun?"

Frowning, he took a shallow sip of the wine in the glass, Mu Ran threw the wine glass back on the table in embarrassment, and didn't forget to cough twice, obviously he didn't know how to drink spirits, and he was choked by this little bit of wine.

"I met Hongjun. ”

"Bang!" and the glass slammed on the table. Fortunately, the wine in the cup has been drunk, otherwise I am afraid that I would have splashed Mu Ran.

"Hongjun?" Holding his already tired head with one hand, Mu Ran looked at the somewhat haggard figure and continued with some doubts.

"Why did you fight him, for the sake of the Three Saints of Daomen?" asked Mu Ran, tapping a finger on the table.

"If I don't go, I'm afraid they'll be reduced to puppets. However, I always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with him. "Fill the wine alone, and drink it slowly again.

"Something is wrong? Could it be that such a little effort has already allowed Hongjun to obtain the so-called opportunity? So, if we return to the Central World, will there be a chance to defeat him?"

Reluctantly pinched his nose and drank a small sip of the spirits, Mu Ran only felt that his mouth was as uncomfortable as being burned by flames, and the sour and burning sensation continued to hit his throat, making him feel uncomfortable.

"No, in this small world, whether it is you, me, or Hongjun, their strength has been greatly weakened. Here, none of the ways we have opened are of any use, and the real difference between superior and inferior depends on our respective strengths. ”

"When it comes to ability, Hongjun may not be much better than me, but he doesn't seem to be the Hongjun I know. ”

After several glasses of wine, Mu Ran shook his head loudly. I really can't figure out why there is such a statement.

"Do you mean, the Hongjun you saw was pretended by someone else? Or is it that even the realm of Hongjun Dao Ancestor can't escape the fate of forgetting the past?"

"It's not that he has forgotten the past, but it seems that his personality, his memory, has been suppressed by something. ”

"If my guess is correct, Brother Mu, I am afraid that you also have a feather in your hand, and it is also a feather with a bright color. As he spoke, Luo Yu pinched a pitch-black feather in his hand.

As soon as Black Feather Po appeared, it almost covered up the light of this small restaurant. It looks like an ordinary feather, giving Mu Ran a feeling that it is more precious than a rare treasure.

"Could it be that you're talking about?"

Somewhat incredulous, Mu Ran also touched out a feather, a red feather with a fiery red body.

As soon as the fire feather came out, half of the small restaurant was reflected in fiery red.

One red and one black fought against each other, and each occupied one side on par.

"This, isn't this Kong Xuan's five-color Shenhao? What does it have to do with us? Could it be that the five-color Shenhao is the key to preserving our memory? According to that......

"According to this, the human emperor you are helping now, that is, in the hands of the king of Xu, there must also be a five-colored god, as for which one, I don't know. ”

Pushing the wine glass and flask aside, Luo Yu burped very imagelessly.

"If I said that Earth Star was purely a conspiracy, would you believe it?"

"Believe, why don't you believe it? I have long doubted, if there is really a great opportunity, why would so many people be able to receive the news? Obviously, those who come in must be at least above the Daoist or the Heavenly Dao Saint, relying on themselves alone, there is no possibility that even the quasi-saint is close to the surroundings of the Earth Star, how can so many people come in?"

Perhaps, this question started a long, long time ago. ”

The central world is not the only big world, and in the same way, the fact that the Pangu Great God opened the world is definitely not the first time to open the world.

No one knows how many times this world has been born and destroyed. Those who can survive the destruction of the world must at least have the strength of the Daoist level, and they must also have a considerable opportunity. This is also why, after Hongjun survived by luck, how worried he was.

In the endless years of the void, the world has been opened up and then destroyed, and it has been destroyed and opened, and the cycle has been repeated, and I don't know how many times.

In the chaotic void, that's it, I don't know how many Dao people and Dao masters have been born, even Dao Ancestors will occasionally appear. There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world.

The Huangquan Dao Lord, the Burning Flame Dao Lord, the Golden Ding Dao Lord and others that appear now are just a few individuals that have accumulated over countless years. Many of the rest, perhaps, somehow perished in the void.

Almost everyone who can survive the destruction of the world knows that in this chaotic void, there are two supreme masters, one is called the Great Dao, and the other is fate.

The Great Dao is the most public, and there will be no partiality for anyone, and in the same way, the Great Dao does not have any subjective thinking, which is why the Great Dao can override countless Dao.

Fate, on the other hand, really controls everyone's fate. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't be honored as a "Destiny Venerable". This Destiny Venerable controls the lifeblood of almost everyone, even if it is a person at the level of Dao Ancestor, it is difficult to easily escape the domination of fate.

This chaotic pattern has been maintained for a long, long time, and has not changed until one day......