Jiang Chen's soul power covered the entire Wangdi Mountain. At that moment, he saw another person. That person was very similar to Nanhua Zhenren, but he was an old man with white hair and beard. In Jiang Chen's mind , there was a loud bang, and there was a thud in my heart.
"Who is that person? Is it the real Nanhua? Who is this person in front of me?"
Jiang Chen was extremely puzzled. Why did that person make Jiang Chen feel so familiar? He seemed to raise his head and glance at himself, but he was full of doubts and incomprehension.
"wrong!"
Jiang Chen's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered a possibility. The person in front of him was not the real Nanhua. One of them was a young man and the other was an old man. Could it be that these are the two clones of the real Nanhua
Jiang Chen suddenly sounded the moment when Xingfeng walked into the Ten Thousand Years Iron Tree and disappeared without a trace, where did he go? Did it disappear, or was it practiced somewhere? Or, was it directly erased
"Be careful!"
In Jiang Chen's mind, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, with a faint and tender voice, Jiang Chen's face changed, he knew that it was his Heavenly Dragon Sword Soul.
The Heavenly Dragon Sword slashed towards the Ten Thousand Years Tieshu with an aura of destroying the sky and the earth, but after all, it was still one step short, because the Tieshu had already started to grow wildly.
The moment Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes, the Ten Thousand Years Iron Tree blossomed, with its branches growing indefinitely, completely blocking Jiang Chen in it.
"You are not a real Nanhua!"
Jiang Chen shouted in a deep voice, his eyes were sharp, and his breathing suddenly became solemn. It was only now that he discovered that this guy, in fact, had been plotting against him from the very beginning.
"Hehe, I just found out now that it seems a little too late. It's really whimsical to want to cut off the branches and vines of my exquisite treasure tree with a mediocre piece of mixed yuan treasure. , your soul has grown up, and you have a trace of Taoism, which really surprised me. I thought it was enough to reach the soul of an emperor, but your talent shocked me. If it is passed down in the hands, it may really rise, and it is unknown."
Nanhua Zhenren still smiled indifferently, as if there were no surprises, it was too late for Jiang Chen to find him.
"Who are you?"
Jiang Chen said in a deep voice, staring at the real person Nanhua coldly.
"How do you know that I am not the real Nanhua? If I am not the real Nanhua, how can I pass on your "Nanhua Zhenjing"? Hehe, little baby, everything can't be arbitrary, can't the real Nanhua set you up? See, no It must be true. Although your Dao Yun Qi is not strong enough, for me, it has already benefited a lot, swallowing your Dao Yun, I should change my face."
Nanhua Zhenren said with a smile, all this is under his control.
"So, Xing Feng is dead, and it was directly obliterated by you silently."
Jiang Chen said.
"Your souls are of some use to me. To teach you the "Nanhua Zhenjing", I just want to pursue a little bit of Taoism. Obviously, you did not disappoint me."
Nanhua Zhenren said with a smile, for Jiang Chen, he just regarded it as a cauldron, a cauldron used to gather Dao Yun.
"Then are you the real Nanhua? And who is the person on the top of the extreme north mountain?"
Jiang Chen's face was dignified, he was already confused by this Nanhua real person, and he had no way of knowing what kind of complete set and layout this was.
"Well, it's okay to let you die and understand. I'm the real Nanhua, and I'm not the real Nanhua. My body is this exquisite treasure tree. And my soul is the dark side of Zhuang Zhou. Life can be continued, Zhuang Zhou made a decision that even he could not imagine, that is to use a part of his soul to burn the Dao Yun for me to continue life. Yang, against Chaos Tiangang, it is a pity that his Dao Yun finally failed to change all of this. And I was born from this. You can call me Nanhua Zhenren, or you can call me Linglong Treasure Tree. Hahaha. If it weren't for Zhuang Zhou, I would have already reached the realm of heaven and man. It's a pity, unfortunately, I sacrificed my cultivation for hundreds of millions of years to save him, but he suppressed me here. I want to run wild in the world, he But he was blocked in every possible way, and in the end he had to die together. Hehe, it is impossible for him to change me. I am me, who can help me? , I can't go against the sky and hold the Jiuzhongtian again."
Nanhua Zhenren's eyes are cold and angry, and the depression in his heart is difficult to vent. In his eyes, he is the supreme powerhouse, Xiaoyao Dao, as long as he can re-condense Dao Yun, he will have the opportunity to be reborn, heaven and earth. In between, Xiaoyao Dao will also be his unique inheritance.
"So, you want to replace Zhuang Zhou and become a real Nanhua!"
Jiang Chen was extremely solemn, and his inner world was even more shocking.
"It's not a replacement, I'm Nanhua, Nanhua is me, how can I replace it? I want to rebuild the Xiaoyao Dao, but that old guy Zhuang Zhou doesn't want to. When he was at his peak, he lost his cultivation base, which is really stupid, without him, I can achieve the supreme free and easy way."
Nanhua Zhenren said in a cold voice, arrogant to the sky, his aura is even more swaying in the world, no one can match it. Jiang Chen was extremely shocked by this aura, but it was still impossible for him to re-cultivate the Free and Easy Way.
"You're not Zhuang Zhou, you can't understand, Zhuang Shengxiao is a fan of butterflies, and Wang Di's Chunxin entrusts the cuckoo's leisure travels. You are just a ray of his thoughts and a remnant of his soul. You can't become Zhuang Zhou after all."
Jiang Chen said with a burning gaze.
"Humph, as long as I can rebuild the Free and Easy Way, even Zhuang Zhou can't be my opponent. You are a mortal who has not even crossed the emperor realm, how can you know my ambitions? Zhuang Zhou, I want this world, No matter how hard it is to hide my eyes, I want this universe to be surrendered in my hands, and I will complete your unfinished blissful path!"
Nanhua Zhenren looked at Beishan, his eyes solemn, incomparably determined, and full of arrogance.
"Next, your soul, your Dao aggregate, all belong to me."
Nanhua Zhenren's monstrous aura covers the sun and the sky, and the 10,000-year-old iron tree is also blooming all over the place at this moment.
Three thousand years ago, when Jiang Chen woke up again, it was only a blink of an eye. But he knew that this good fortune was not so easy to obtain.