The hills of the North Desolate, tens of thousands of years of barrenness, at this time the scorching sun is shining, and after a heavy rain, everything is breeding.
In the ruins, the tenacious vitality of the grass, staring at the heavy stone, broke through the ground.
They will not go against common sense and grow up, perhaps not in one or two days, but will be a long journey.
At this moment, there is a magical change in this Northern Wilderness. It is slowly moving, smashing away from the plane that is close to it, looking for the ice and fire domain, and the two worlds are about to merge.
After the enchantment dispersed, Duguao came and went freely.
The Moon Gu in his body was temporarily suppressed by the Demon Dust Orb. Once this Gu poison broke out, he would feel painful again.
When he went back, he had to consult the mysterious old predecessor of the Demon Race and tell him how to do it.
At this time, the Void God Realm had no obstacles long ago, and the rules that the gods could not lower the realm were not established.
It is said that the four demon gods of the demon clan descended one after another.
Several realm masters of the human race also went to the spiritual realm and returned to their hometowns to express their condolences.
The Nether Clan, Han Ji went home, and Tianmang, big and small, also went back with her. They could arm in arm, unfettered, like three brothers and sisters.
Only a few gods are alone.
The ancestor of Canglan stayed in the realm of the gods, and he was bored with Guizhan, playing chess for fun.
I heard that there was a white and fat young man who screamed and went to the gods to visit his only relative.
God and mortals communicate on an equal footing, and on the eve of a storm, it is often so peaceful.
Two hundred thousand years ago, Tian Mang mistakenly believed that Han Ji, whom he trusted so much, regarded him as his own sister, but when she became a god, she sealed him with a black ink knife.
Who knows, at that time, it was the first time that the Red Moon Demon Cult invaded the spirit world, and the night was boundless.
Tianmang was not talented enough. He hadn't become a god and couldn't go to the God Realm. In order to protect him, Han Ji sealed him up without giving any explanation.
After becoming a god, Tianmang, who is bitter and enmity, must go to Hanji to settle accounts.
However, he discovered that in 200,000 years, the changes had been so great that Han Ji had already become the Sixth Heaven of True God, and he was invincible. Han Ji gave him a arrogant white eye, showing a lovely and charming side, and ignored him.
He chased up and asked repeatedly, only to learn the causes and consequences of the incident from the mouth of the ancestor Canglan.
Therefore, Tianmang was heartbroken and changed his name to Tianji.
Although it sounded a bit like a woman's name, he went to Nether Mountain all day and apologized to the top of the mountain.
The grievances are like smoke, shaking hands and making peace, before that step, you can't see the original appearance of the world...
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In this blink of an eye, another three hundred years have passed.
The crusade on the road of God has already begun, and all the evildoers are fighting for the first place.
She is the only one who has been with the cold coffin. The body of the person in the coffin will not rot or decompose. It has been like a day for three hundred years and will not change day and night.
On this day, an old predecessor with white hair and white eyebrows, immortal wind and bones, fell suddenly from the gods.
Touching Yue Wushuang's head, he smiled beautifully.
"Chier, are you still thinking about him?"
He exudes a gentle air, so kind that makes people cannot bear to refuse.
Yue Wushuang turned her head and looked at the old man, feeling a burst of irritation inexplicably.
She spoke slowly: "He is right in front of my eyes, no need to think about it."
Feng Henxi smiled with confidence: "He is the person chosen by God, and he is destined to go. All the big winds and waves must be experienced one by one, and he will eventually come back."
Yue Wushuang couldn't help being moved and nodded silently. In her heart, she also believed that this lying down might suddenly jump up one day, and she suddenly surprised her.
But she knows that it might be difficult.
But it didn't matter, Yue Wushuang figured it out thoroughly.
They are now in the Longevity Forest, where Luo Xingchen’s ancestors, relatives and friends are buried here. This place is the best scenery, a paradise in their eyes, accompanied by heroic spirits, even if they are alone, they often listen to Ye Dongqing breeze. , Not alone.
Old man Feng opened the ice coffin, holding his face with interest, resting his cheeks, thoughtfully.
"My apprentice, you master, I can't help you anymore. At that time, I was going through the catastrophe and didn't pay attention. But I believe that you no longer need my help and you can come out.
If you can't even save yourself, what do you use to talk about Daozhi? "
Yue Wushuang bowed and smiled sweetly: "Senior, you are the master of the stars, Lord Zhou Tianwu!"
Feng Henxi squinted her eyes sideways: "Little girl, you know that, the news is pretty good."
Yue Wushuang said: "The little girl also knows that your name is Fenghenxi, and you have lived in Blue Wind Continent for a while, right."
Feng Henxi's face was sad, her eyes flushed unknowingly.
"Hey... My apprentice told you... Poor, he still remembers me, I'm so cruel, these thousands of years..."
Feng Henxi's white beard can be used as a belt. He stroked his beard, bowed his head in loss, and stopped talking.
No way, he is a god, and even a witness. People go to high places, as everyone knows, the high places are not cold.
He only taught Luo Xingchen the Nirvana Secret Art, the Great Zhou Tian Divine Body.
After that, all Luo Xingchen's good fortune had little to do with him.
He was very pleased to be able to cultivate such an outstanding disciple.
As the sun sets, one is old and one is young, talking about one's parents, and it's extremely cozy and drunk in the world.
"Senior, I want to understand. Even if he falls asleep, I don't have to look for life. He wants everything to recover. I can replace him and complete the task. Can you say it?"
Yue Wushuang's eyes are as bright as stars, holding a pretty face, as clear as water.
"Well, good idea, you two can work hard together. If you do it for him, when he comes alive, I see where his old face is, hahaha..."
"Hahaha... I have to piss him out of the coffin!"
Feng Henxi laughed, and Yue Wushuang also laughed. Even though they hadn't met each other, they saw each other as they did, not formal, like a pair of grandparents, very kind.
Before long, a plainly dressed man rolled up his sleeves, like a farmer, carrying a bucket of water and a few seedlings.
These seedlings are purple orchids, the most beautiful kind of flower in the spiritual world, and they are not too much to call them fairy in the flower.
This man looked a bit like Luo Xingchen, who couldn't sleep in the coffin.
Yue Wushuang looked at him curiously: "Father, why are you thinking about planting flowers today."
Luo Tian used his palms to dig out a few small holes, planted purple orchids, and scorched the water.
Without raising his head, he looked at these purple Youlan seedlings intently, touched the back of his head, and smiled: "I suddenly remembered that when Chen'er was a child, he liked Ziyoulan the most. He said that when he grows up, he must marry one. A beautiful girl like Zi Youlan, God has eyes, letting you marry our Luo family, it is really a blue smoke on the ancestral grave."
"Oh...Where is it? Father, I must thank you for being able to marry your son, so I can give birth, haha..."
Yue Wushuang started to tease her father-in-law, Luo Tian's boss was no small person, and his face blushed, and he looked a little embarrassed.
At this time, they were unpretentious, removed those heavy crowns, they just wanted to be ordinary people.
Even Fenghenxi received this kind of infectious power, so the three generations of grandparents, like family members, joined hands and started planting purple orchids one after another.
Before long, the circle around the ice coffin became a sea of flowers.
These seedlings still look like a grass, in bud.
When they grow up, Luo Xingchen will be like ten thousand flowers, what a happy thing that should be.
The whole family is talking and laughing. This longevity forest also jumps in from time to time with many small friends, big kids, chirping, they are all a group of tiger cubs raised by the deserted imperial palace. It is not a toss, they are also happy and lively. , One of the little girls, sitting in Yue Wushuang's arms, babbling and talking ghostly words.
"Aunty Yue, the uncle loves to sleep, and the sun is out and I get up and spank him!"
Yue Wushuang hugged her and coaxed her with a smile on her face.
"Hey... Okay, Xi'er, listen to you, I'll spank him when I look back..."
"Grandpa, grandpa, yesterday's swordsmanship is so amazing, teach me again..."
A chubby, five-year-old boy with tiger teeth tried to shake Luo Tian's arms as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and his eyes showed an expression of prayer.
Luo Tian pretended to be puzzled, and smiled and asked him: "Teach you again? Why?"
"Hehehe... I patronized and played, but I forgot about it." Xiao Pang Dun grinned, very honest and honest.
"Boy, if you don't work hard, blame me."
Luo Tian pressed Xiao Pangdun's head on his thigh, Xiao Pangdun felt very comfortable, and he was so comfortable that he would fall asleep.
"Oh, bastard, don't step on my flowers!"
Luo Tian stared at the group of jumping tiger cubs, almost crushing the purple orchid he had worked so hard to plant. He couldn't laugh or cry, he could only stare at him, not knowing what to do.
"Oh, it's not like a flower, it's not pretty at all!"
Suddenly there was a sweet and lovely little girl, bending over, looking curiously, and questioning.
"Hmph, they must look better than you when they grow up..." Luo Tian rolled his eyes.
"Hey! Grandpa, am I not good-looking? You bullied me... ooh..."
The little girl lay on the ground and started splashing.
"Come on, grandma... You are beautiful, you are the most beautiful... My flower—cause sin—"
Luo Tian looked at the flower bushes trampled by these gangsters, covered his eyes, sighed, and curled his lips. Can not bear to look.
"Oh, dad, it's okay. Just put a row of fences here tomorrow, and plant them again. Anyway, there is time."
Yue Wushuang had to smile to comfort her honest father-in-law.
This place is full of spring and lively.
Even if they live the simplest life, they are equally happy.
As for the battle of Shenlu, led by Qin Lang, Jian Jinghong and his group, the spirit world is generally working together, and they don't need to worry about it.
At this time, the Baichuan Continent merged with the Ice and Fire Region and the Northern Wilderness, and was called the Luoyun World.
Luo Yunjie, what kind of state is it
The origins of the two super planes were all merged by Yue Wushuang. As long as she was still here and she didn't leave, any god with no eyes would come, and she would have to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Their homeland can be guaranteed without worries, and those things that grow up are left to the stars to kill the sky, to the wood clan evildoers, and to the countless Tianjiao.
Yue Wushuang, Luo Tian, just waited for Luo Xingchen to "deceive the corpse" suddenly.
Now, another Zhou Tianwu emperor, a kind-eyed, humorous and humorous Zhou Tianwu emperor, can be called the king of God.
But they are here, there is no arrogance of gods, they return to the basics and enjoy themselves...