The Great Talisman

The banquet is full and there will be a farewell time.

Yang Sanyang carried his hands on his back, his eyes were slightly drunk, leaning against the Buddha monument, looking at the back of the red dress, he felt all sorts of inexplicable rushes into his heart.

Goodbye, meet again, but I don't know what year it is!

Perhaps he is already dead!

Perhaps, he has also suffered calamity and died in the wilderness.

The future is full of uncertainties, but because of this, the future is more colorful.

"That's his own choice, we can't help him." The boy slid into the stone, then fell to the ground, crawling to his feet, looking at the lonely back in the distance, with melancholy in his eyes.

"In this life, if you are asked to choose, do you choose moths to fight the fire for that gorgeous moment, or mediocre, after this ordinary life?" Dao Chuan strolled to the blue stone and rubbed his forehead vigorously. A **** tooth mark on the top did not heal slowly. Look at the trace, it looks like a boy's teeth seven to eight.

"It's mediocre or gorgeous for a while, it's just a way of living! What if I choose to live gorgeously and old?" Yang Sanyang exhaled domineering words in a slightly drunk mouth.

"How about **** emperor and demon ancestor? How about the dragon, phoenix and qilin ancestors?" Dao Chuan shook his head: "All are outstanding people for a time, with no scenery, and once trampled the entire wilderness under their feet. However, everyone compares with the eternal wilderness How small is it to get up? It's not enough! It's just a gorgeous meteor that has passed through the long river of time. Although we are not as outstanding as the demon ancestor and the **** emperor, it still survives. Knowing to advance and retreat, and to guard the sky can eternal exist."

"The way of observing the sky, the way of holding the sky! This is my way! But I have tampered with a world of great controversy, tampered with the fixed number in the dark, if it were not suppressed by all kinds of treasures, I would have died long ago Soul die. In a sense, how similar I am to Styx? Both chose the hardest path!" Yang Sanyang slowly closed his eyes: "I have the supreme treasure and the sage clone, who can kill Me? Who can bury me? I am immortal! Even if I go against the sky, what can I do?"

So what?

Not so!

Yang Sanyang is still unhurriedly refining the demon banners in the mountains, preparing for the transformation of the demon clan's heavenly palace. Since Styx left that year, Dahuang has never heard from him again.

Mountain forest

Holding a broom in his hand, Yang Sanyang slowly swept the fallen leaves in the mountains, and looked at the disciples in the mountains who were voicing the sun and the moon in the square inch of the spirit platform, with a touch of reminiscence in his eyes.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the roots of the losses that year have not recovered. Back then, after forcibly condensing the immortal aura, the sequelae finally revealed.

However, he is not in a hurry, because he is now entangled in causal karma, and if he wants to break through the magical realm of Taiyi, it is impossible for him to prove that it is Taiyi Dao fruit.

God forbid.

There was a glimmer of divine light flowing in Yang Sanyang's eyes, looking at the disciples traveling in the mountains, and all kinds of emotions poured into his heart for a time.

Wearing a gray soap robe, his face was pale, as if Yang Sanyang, who was emptied of his body, was inconspicuous in the mountains.

The disciples in the mountain gates from the past will never see him in their eyes. A handyman who is only dedicated to cleaning the mountains is not worth the time for these disciples to waste.

Even the extra gaze of everyone will not fall on this sweeper.

People in spiritual practice fight for their lives with heaven and earth. Who cares about a handyman cleaning fallen leaves in the mountains?

However, some disciples who have been certified to the Heavenly Immortal Fruit Status may have doubts in their hearts. This sweeper, I don’t know when he came, but before he entered the mountain gate, he had already begun to clean the fallen leaves in the mountains. Now hundreds of thousands Years have passed, the disciple in the mountain gate has also been dead for two years, but it is the handyman who sweeps the floor, and his youth still does not know the cold and heat.

The Patriarch has not left the customs for some years, and the preaching in the mountains is all the responsibility of the Taoist.

To tell the truth, it is really overkill to teach a group of gods and monks under the gods.

However, the magic of Daluo, the profoundness and the profoundness, the non-dry sitting can find the wedge, the Taoist has nothing to do all day, but it has cultivated three hundred gods for Fang Cunshan.

For hundreds of thousands of years, several groups of disciples died one after another, and only three hundred gods were born, which is indeed not many.

A small building in the distant mountains

Dozens of cultivators of the Celestial Immortal realm are sitting in the same room, and the steps below are all monks of various paths.

At this time, the dozens of celestial cultivators talked about the Tao again, uttering mysterious sounds, which attracted the spirit of the mountains to gather, and help the unsuccessful generations below to wash their hair and marrow. It was a chance.

While sweeping the floor, Yang Sanyang listened to the discussion in the mountains, nodding and shaking his head from time to time. Behind him, a rabbit the size of a wolfdog, with white and sparkling hair, looked so cute that people would hate to go up there.

The fallen leaves were rolled up, and the rabbit was holding the broom, reluctantly following Yang Sanyang behind him and sweeping the fallen leaves on the mountain steps. After a long time, he heard the rabbit sip: "I'm angry with the rabbit."

At this time, the rabbit's expression was very disdainful: "What kind of **** talked about it, and what it said was a fallacy. It emphasized magical powers and didn't fix the number of days. After all, it was inferior."

"Slap~"

Yang Sanyang slapped the broom on the rabbit’s head, and the rabbit he slapped staggered: "Don’t show off your skills. Preaching is their business. What are you doing? Did you not have enough of the hardships back then?"

Hearing this, Rabbit Jing stopped talking, but drooped his ears, followed Yang Sanyang, and began to grind his teeth.

At this time the preaching in the mountains was finished, and I suddenly heard the saying of the monk one day: "I heard that the Great Wilderness has three hundred and sixty-five supreme righteous gods, who dominate the entire Great Wilderness, divide the region, and enjoy the good fortune of the entire Great Wilderness. , But I don’t know how fast the cultivation speed is under the blessing of that aura."

"This matter has only been heard, but I have never seen the righteous god, but there are more than three hundred gods in the wild land, dominating the world, but I don't know how powerful the gods in the gods are. !" Another cultivator of the Heavenly Immortal Realm admired.

"The ancestor is already the true **** of Da Luo, and the elder brother, the second elder brother, and the third elder sister are already Taiyi and Jinxian. They are many times stronger than the kingdom of God, but I don't know why my Lingtai Fangcunshan is in a corner. In this place, the monks in the realm of heaven and immortality are puzzled.

"Yes, my spiritual platform is not inferior to those **** kings. Why don't you open up a fortune? The ancestor is the true **** of Da Luo. If he is willing to take action, how can he stop the ancestor's power? The world belongs to my spiritual platform. Circumstances, we can also make some kind of king dangdang!" Some monk said in disgust.

"Don’t talk nonsense, be careful to cause disasters. I heard people say that all of the more than 300 kingdoms of God belong to a mysterious power --- Tiangong. It is said that the palace is located in the endless void on Buzhou Mountain. There are thirty In the triple heaven, the demon emperor Taiyi and a dozen or so true gods lived in the thirty-third layer, suppressing the world." The monk in the realm of heaven and immortality made a'silence' gesture.

"Yes, according to my ancestors: Da Luo is divided into three steps, three steps and three heavens, and there is a saint who stands in the 33rd heaven, supporting the heavenly palace. No one in the wilderness can shake the power of the heavenly palace!" The monk said proudly.

"I don't know where the brother is?" All the monks looked at the monk one after another.

"Hahaha, the backstage of my tribe is the supreme divine dynasty established by the ancestors of Xingkong. If you want to join the palace, I can recommend it for you!" The monk smiled triumphantly.

"It turns out to be a member of the sacred dynasty, but although the ancestor of the empty space is famous, he may not be able to match the ancestor of the holy realm of the Lingtai. If you want to take refuge, you should also take refuge in Taiyi, the Lord of the Heavenly Palace!" A monk couldn't see it, pantothenic on one side.

You know the ancestor of the empty sky, and you are not the ancestor of the empty sky, what are you hide?

As soon as he said this, the monk was choked and his body trembled in anger.

"Furthermore, I only hear about the Wonderland of Daluo, but I have never heard of the name of a saint, but I don't know what a saint is?" Some monks were puzzled.

"I'm afraid that it wasn't this guy who was making up for bragging, and Daluo already has the supreme enlightenment. Where else is there any saint who is higher than Daluo the true god?"

"Hahaha~"

There was a burst of laughter in the mountains, but the monk who was trapped in the sky turned red with anger, and suddenly flew away.

excuse?

How to excuse?

When the monks around you don't know that there is a saint, you just say that you are a madman.

It's ridiculous!

When one thing, if you go against the mainstream, then even if you are right, you are also wrong!

Just like a group of beggars dreaming about what the emperor eats every day, their vision limits their imagination.

A group of celestial cultivators would never think of what a saint meant. True God Daluo is already an invisible existence, the supreme God in my heart is stronger than True God Daluo? Is there any in this world?

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

The fallen leaves in the mountains are constantly being cleaned~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The rabbit spirit pricked up his ears, listened to the mountain laugh, glanced at the front figure, and then whispered: "Above Daluo, is there really any saint?"

Yang Sanyang cleaned the fallen leaves unhurriedly, and slowly said: "That person is a spy from the gods, right? He is a master of the gods. On top of Daluo, there is indeed a saint."

Tianxian, in Dahuang, is definitely the backbone.

"Really?" The rabbit's eyes widened, and in his barren head, no matter how much he imagined, he couldn't think of what a saint was like?

Wowotou, should I eat one and throw one?

"Old thing, come and tell me what a saint is like! As long as you tell me, I will tell you the secret of my immortality!" The rabbit spirit came over and smiled flatly.