It was a full 847 years, from Duan Heng's departure to his return at this moment, a total of 847 years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

So Yokoyama Castle has changed a lot.

At the very least, the number of residents in the city has increased significantly, and there used to be only a dozen big cats and small cats, but now there are four or five thousand people here.

The streets have also become neat, lined with wine shops, a group of children chirping around in the crowd, and laughter and laughter are sprinkled throughout Hengshan Castle.

As far as the eye can see, they are all strangers.

Even with the merchant house, Duan Heng even saw the merchant's team swaggering through the area densely covered with demon king willows, and those murderous guys seemed to be all asleep.

There were actually two swaying and drunk city gate officials at the gate of the city, and the thirty niang who shouted the autumn color building had so small breasts, and this muttered or nineteen niang's eyes were the most seductive.

Duan Heng wandered around Hengshan City for a while, and finally found a very deserted inn in the north of the city, called Mochizuki Inn.

Seeing this name, Duan Heng smiled and walked in, the furnishings inside were very simple, two guys with big shoulders and round waists were sleeping soundly, it seemed that there had been no guests coming to the door for a long time, and under the counter opposite, there was a crackling sound of an abacus.

Duan Heng leaned over to take a look, and saw a little red fox tossing around there, sensing the arrival, he raised his head, and looked at him very familiarly-this turned out to be Xiaoyue Ji, when did she come to the Heavenly Domain?

However, Xiao Yueji seemed to have forgotten Duan Heng's glance, and after looking at him a few times, she yawned boredly and continued to crack the abacus beads.

Duan Heng thought about it, and continued to walk inside, and the rows of guest rooms were inside, but there was a sign hanging at the door, with nonsense written on it, such as 'Don't quarrel with me, in retreat, the return date is unknown, Xiao Wu left the word', or 'Only in this mountain, Yunshen doesn't know where to go, if you have the ability, you will come to me, Qinglong left a word', and even worse, 'It's not that I don't want to see you, it's really that I don't dare to see you, King Mu left a word'.

Or there are, 'disturbing people's dreams, the crime is extremely evil, and the cloud spirit leaves words', "words are not believed, the morality is sanctimonious, the vertical is insufficient and conspiracy, and the green tassel leaves words".

Duan Heng watched all the way like this, and then realized that these guys were in retreat, this was really strange, could it be that they smelled something?

When he came to the last room, there was no word left on it, only a blank sign, seeing this situation, Duan Heng's heart was hot, what does it mean that everything is in plain sight, this is it.

Pushing open the door, as expected, this is not a room, but a space entrance, there is no beautiful scenery, there is no quiet valley, just a very ordinary small hill, the grass is overgrown, the rocks are everywhere, a few old trees are crumpled, growing with difficulty, in the distance, is an ocean, this situation and this scene, but it is the scene of Mochizuki City being breached, and the flood engulfing Mochizuki Prefecture is reproduced.

Luo Qingli was wearing coarse cloth clothes, her hair was messy, her face was gray, and she was working in the slap farmland under the mountain bag with a hoe in her hand, no matter how she looked like a fake peasant woman.

"Hey, are you there?"

Duan Heng stood not far away and asked funny.

"Why not? Didn't someone say that I have food in my hands and don't panic in my heart, I have to save up some more money for our son, even if I don't succeed in the future, I won't starve to death on the streets, how pitiful it is. Luo Qingli glanced up at Duan Heng, but the hoe in his hand didn't stop, and it really looked like it.

"Hey, are you blaming me?" Duan Heng naturally knew what Luo Qingli was talking about, although the two of them were hundreds of millions of miles apart before, but the decision he made, the change in his mood, it was normal for Luo Qingli to sense it, and he would naturally know his previous choice.

"It's come to this, it's useless to blame you, I'm just a little curious, why did you choose that?" Luo Qingli finally stopped what he was doing and stared at Duan Hengdao.

"You don't know, or you can't guess?" Duan Heng also asked strangely.

Luo Qingli shook his head, and then said with a serious expression: "It's different, Duan Heng, it's different, to be honest, I really didn't expect that we people would unknowingly become pawns of the Heavenly Dao, and it was also the first time that I deeply understood the competitive relationship between our immortal cultivators and the Heavenly Dao, really, if I was omniscient in your eyes in the past, then from the moment you make that choice, everything about us, our future, will become unpredictable, and from now on, there will be no gods!" Even if the Snake Mother is reborn, it will be useless, because the Heavenly Dao has truly become the Heavenly Dao, an unfathomable existence! Do you understand what I mean?"

"So we need to face a fresh start. Duan Heng nodded, he could understand very well, yes, only when the Heavenly Dao was in decline, the divine calculation could become the divine calculation, and only then could he have insight into those hidden details like divine help, but once the Heavenly Dao took the initiative, you want to calculate the divine calculation, hehe, I'm sorry, let's go to the street to calculate the marriage, count the feng shui.

Because all the divine calculations and divination have lost their effect.

This is how the era of the end of the Dharma is silently announced.

And this is only the first sign, there are many signs in the next, Duan Heng immediately thought of why the demon king Liu outside Hengshan City chose to hibernate, they were afraid, in order to preserve their strength, they chose to sleep indefinitely, absolutely not against the way of heaven, maybe hundreds of millions of years later, they will be excavated by excavators in the industrial age, but at that time, the demon king willow that had made countless immortal cultivators smell and change color was probably an old tree root, and even a small child could easily burn it!

Demon King Liu is like this, those buried artifacts, after hundreds of millions of years, may become rusty, even if someone picks it up, it will only be regarded as an antique handed over to the organization, in exchange for 500 yuan and a pennant, woo hoo lament, how did he know that this rusty ancient sword is actually an artifact that once changed the color of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers?

The treasure of heaven and earth has become stone, and the elixir of spiritual herbs has become the root of Bupleurum skullcap.

Well, at that time, maybe Duan Heng and their powerful guys were still alive, Luo Xingzi, and other ancient gods could also live, but they couldn't fly away anymore, and they couldn't use magic anymore, what a heavenly machine mark, what kind of thing was that, so old that their teeth fell out, and there was only a handful of hair left on their heads, holding a cane, walking in the winter sun, next to a little rabbit cub with yellow hair drove a so-called sports car, carrying a ghost-like wind and dust woman, thinking that he would go away with the speed of the wind.

But they could only watch, even though they were once powerful ancient gods, but at this moment, they could only survive.

No wonder Xiao Wu, Qinglong and they all chose to retreat, at this time the fool will think about killing the Quartet, the cold winter is coming, and he has to find ways to reserve the aura of heaven and earth to prevent being frozen to death.

It's no wonder that Hengshan City suddenly became prosperous, and there were even business trips, the reason was that the evil demon beasts and demon soldiers in the wilderness were all hidden, trembling, so the road was quiet, and naturally, in order to chase profits, those merchants attacked everywhere.

Ordinary immortal cultivators don't know what's going on yet, but the more powerful the immortal cultivators or big demons, they will choose to hibernate, even if they know that they can live for tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of years, this is different.

It's like the gray dawn of the market, and it's slumping!

Seeing that even Luo Qingli had managed to pick up a hoe and farm the land, Duan Heng could only let out a long sigh in his heart.

Did he really do something wrong? )