Chapter 170 Things are not people

Qi Haoyuan had thought about this question before, the battle of the gods could not have appeared in the late Shang Dynasty, it was only thousands of years ago, how could there be a cow ghost and snake god?

Obviously, someone deliberately grafted a mythical story in that era, the purpose of which may be just to play a certain educational significance, so that future generations can understand the truth that the righteous help the unrighteous and the unjust, and at the same time popularize the evil consequences of aiding and abetting, and the most important thing is to tell people a truth, standing in line is better than anything else.

Of course, that's not the point!

Qi Haoyuan was just thinking about what was hidden behind this battle of gods, and why it had to be wiped cleanly, even Shi San's predecessors didn't know anything.

As far as he knew, in the later stage of the War of the Gods, Hongjun Ancestor came forward and took away the Tongtian Sect Master, ending this farce. Jiang Ziya announced the god list, and Erlang God, Li Jing and his son and other generals were named important ministers of the Heavenly Court, assisting Haotian and ruling the sentient beings of the Three Realms.

If that's all there is to it, there's no need to be wiped out of this world. There must be an ulterior conspiracy in it, maybe Shi San's predecessor is right, the world has changed greatly, and the aura has dried up, which is really directly related to this battle.

"Senior, where is the Burial Immortal Battlefield, when will it open?" Qi Haoyuan asked.

He knew that he was afraid that only by going to the Burial Immortal Battlefield in person could he understand it in more detail, perhaps, what clues would be left there, he had always believed that Roger's Law was correct, and no matter how hard he tried to eliminate the traces, he would leave clues.

Senior Shi San pinched his fingers and said, "According to the preliminary estimate, it will be opened in about three months, and as for the location, it will be different every time." Except for the automatic opening period, no one knows where it is. ”

"I don't know where the road is, so how can I enter?" Qi Haoyuan asked.

"There is no need to worry about this, no matter where the Burial Immortal Battlefield is opened, the Flying Immortal Pavilion can be calculated. If you want to go to the Burial Immortal Battlefield, you need to go to the Flying Immortal Pavilion to borrow the way. ”

Hearing this, Qi Haoyuan nodded thoughtfully, and didn't ask any more, it was already rare to let a red dust fairy say so much to himself, and it was a little unauthentic to break the sand pot and ask in the end.

He bowed to Shi San's seniors and thanked him politely, "Thank you seniors, juniors I understand." ”

Senior Shi San smiled and nodded, stretched out his right hand, and the lock demon tower on the top of the mountain in the distance turned into a streamer and flew into his hand, "Let's go, I'll send you back, I can see that you have some people in mind, go back and take a look." ”

After speaking, Qi Haoyuan felt that the scene in front of him quickly switched, as if he was traveling through time.

He was shocked in his heart, this speed was probably about to catch up with the speed of light.

Immortals are always elusive, not for nothing, and that kind of speed is so fast that it is impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

When Qi Haoyuan saw things clearly, he had already arrived outside the familiar Xianjiao Mountain.

Senior Shi San beckoned to him, "If you and I are destined, we will see each other again one day, let's go." ”

Qi Haoyuan thanked Shi San's predecessor again and saluted.

It's just the same as last time, when I raised my head, there was no trace of it.

He couldn't know how far it was from that fairy island to Kyushu, but it must be far, far away, because Kyushu was surprisingly far away from the nearest coastline, and the fairy island was in the depths of the vast sea, so you can imagine how far away it was.

For the Red Dust Fairy, such a distance is just a few moments of time.

I thought I was in the tower when I went, and I didn't see anything, and I made up for it on the way back, but I still didn't see anything.

From the mouth of Shi San's predecessors, he knew that this time the two clans were in a big battle, with heavy casualties, the earth was broken, the mountains and rivers withered, and the poignant scenes could be seen everywhere.

Right now, looking at the familiar Xianjiao Mountain, I really feel a touch of desolation.

The town at the foot of the hill had been destroyed, and all that was left was a broken ruin, and there was not a trace of human habitation. Looking at Xianjiao Mountain, the lush mountains have left a few discordant scorched earth, like a gorgeous landscape painting burned out of a few holes by flames.

A hint of foreboding filled his heart, and Qi Haoyuan couldn't wait to take off the sword and rush to the golden peak. From the superficial appearance, it can be seen that the Shangyang Sect did not avoid this great battle, and there must have been a vicious battle here not long ago.

"Don't have anything to do!" Qi Haoyuan shouted in his heart, his face flushed slightly.

After only a moment, a more familiar scene appeared in the sight, and Lingzhi Peak came into view, but the Linggu elixir in those Lingtian was overgrown with weeds, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time, and some of the houses at the foot of the mountain were destroyed by fire, some collapsed, and the remaining ones were intact, and they were also empty inside, and there was no figure in sight.

The anxiety in his heart was even worse, and he couldn't help but feel that his eyes were already moist.

Seeing the dilapidated appearance of Lingzhi Peak, that kind of sourness is like seeing his home destroyed, there have been a lot of memories of him here, going out early and returning late with Brother Dazhu to take care of the elixir, acquaintance with Su Tong, and conflicts with Situ Qiuyue and Yang Shuang...... A rush of brains poured out.

After a short pause, tears had already slid down his face, and by this time the flying sword had already carried him to the top of the gold. Sensing that there was still a lot of breath in the golden dome, his heart suddenly shook, looking forward to seeing those people he met and cared about.

The three halls of the golden roof were also partially destroyed by the war, and now they are dilapidated, and in the square in front of the palace, on weekdays, you can more or less see the brothers and sisters staying or walking, but at this time, the potholes are full of potholes, and there is no one in sight.

He landed in the square, unleashed his senses, and reached the location of his breath.

In the third hall.

Rushing through the two halls quickly, and stepping into the third hall in one step, there were dozens of people in front of him, and the eyes of dozens of people looked at him in unison!

There was silence at this moment, because only the eyes were on contact.

Qi Haoyuan saw the people in the hall clearly, the one standing at the top was not Hengtong Zhenren, not the Great Elder, not the Third Elder, it was Qianyue, the white-haired Qianyue's starry eyes looked directly at him.

At the bottom of the main hall, Ma Guang and Song Dong stood on both sides, and they were also looking straight at him at this time. His gaze continued to move, and Brother Dazhu's eyes were already full of tears, but he was grinning, although there was no sound. The little Mingwu next to him has reached the shoulders of Brother Dazhu, and his immature little face has the outline of a teenager, he has grown up a lot, but his eyes have not changed, he is still simple and kind, his mouth is squirming, and he seems to want to shout "little brother" loudly!