"Is it Senior Brother Pei?" A woman wearing a plain white long brocade dress squeezed out of the crowd and stared blankly at the strong man rushing over.
"Senior Brother Pei, it's really you, you, you're not dead! Wuwu——" The woman suddenly covered her face with her hands and began to cry.
"Junior Sister Chen, it's me, I'm Pei Jian." Pei Jian came to the woman with a smile on her face, but her eyes were eagerly searching behind her.
A petite woman in a light yellow gauze skirt appeared in view.
"Senior Brother Pei——" the woman shouted with tears in her eyes.
"Junior Sister Huang," Pei Jian forced a smile, but began to look a little uneasy: "Where is Alan? Where are you, your Senior Sister Xue?"
"Senior Sister Xue, she, she..." The woman in the yellow dress shed tears, her voice choked with sobs, and she was speechless for a long time.
"Where's Alan! How is she? Is she here? Tell me!" An ominous premonition flashed through Pei Jian's heart, and he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the woman's shoulders, urging her hard.
"Senior Sister Xue, she committed suicide." Junior Sister Chen on the side said in a low voice.
"No -" Pei Jian roared: "How could she die? She promised me, Lan'er, Lan'er..."
A pearl flower appeared in Junior Sister Chen's hand, and the man's roar stopped abruptly.
"Senior Sister Xue left this for you, she said," Junior Sister Chen burst into tears: "She said she couldn't help you, this orchid, she, she doesn't deserve to wear it -"
Junior sister Chen couldn't talk any more and burst into tears.
Pei Jian took the beaded flower from the woman's hand with difficulty and held it tightly in his hand, with endless regret and anger on his face:
"Lan'er, why are you so stupid!"
He put his head in his hands and slowly squatted down.
The sound of whimpering could be heard faintly, like a wounded beast in the wilderness.
…
This scene was seen by Yang Zhen.
In fact, the joys and sorrows taking place in the square go far beyond Pei Jian. Countless women were recognized by the prisoners from the crowd, and there were many women hugging each other, crying and laughing at the same time.
Yang Zhen couldn't bear to watch any more. She felt sad and looked around.
A huge flying boat was docked on Ding Er in front, which was ten feet longer than Han Rui's boat.
The tall, burly, graceful middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the noisy crowd below with a stern face.
Three feet away from him, there was an old man with dark skin and a very dignified expression standing with his hands behind his back.
This old man was dressed in black and was short in stature. He was standing next to the middle-aged Taoist priest. It was easy to overlook him without paying attention. However, once the eyes fell on him, a group of twisted and stretched whirlpools seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and his spirit suddenly became blurred, as if he wanted to follow the whirlpool.
Yang Zhen trembled, recovered from her gaffe, looked at it carefully, and immediately felt a shiver in her heart.
This old man has almost the same appearance and posture as the old man under the giant painting on the front of Fang Ding!
The creation furnace of heaven and earth is centered on Nuwa, who has the head of a human and the body of a snake, standing high above the sky. The figures below are all different, and most of them will be painted with the owner of the furnace.
This is not only an inheritance, but also a prayer for Nuwa's protection.
Therefore, the identity of this old man is ready to be revealed——
Demon Lord!
The supreme being in the mountain domain, the supreme being who rules the entire demon clan!
Sixth level god transformation!
At this moment, the old man seemed to feel something and turned his head slightly to look this way.
Yang Zhen's heart trembled, as if a sharp long needle had been stabbed into her body. The cold air hit her body and hurt her heart and bones!
He was shocked and quickly lowered his head, never daring to look in that direction again.
After a long time, the body gradually returned to warmth.
The power of becoming a god is so terrifying!
…
"Gu Zheng, how long will it take?" The old man asked in a deep voice on the flying boat.
"Sir, please wait for a moment, it will be completed soon." The middle-aged Taoist priest said calmly.
However, after calling one of his subordinates over, his tone was not so calm:
"Let me ask you, Senior Brother Guo, when will the quicksand of time be laid?"
"Yes!" the disciple responded. He hurried back in less than a moment and reported:
"Master, Senior Brother Guo said that the formation has been set up and can be placed immediately."
"Well," Gu Zheng nodded and told: "Go and tell your senior brother that the sand of time is black and white, the yin and yang wax and wane, and life and death are endless. When installing these two kinds of stones, they must be done one by one at the same time. They must not If you mix up the order, don't procrastinate and waste time, otherwise, he is the only one to ask!"
"Yes." The disciple looked solemn and promised loudly.
The Demon Lord looked up at the sky and remained silent.
The sun was rising slowly, and the sunlight was like golden threads, intertwining criss-cross, spreading over the entire wilderness, and also shining diagonally into the belly of the tripod.
Gu Zheng raised his eyes to look at Hongri from time to time, his expression began to become uneasy, and slight beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Gu Zhenjun, please be patient and don't be impatient. I've been waiting for thirty years, and I won't miss this moment." The old man said calmly.
Gu Zheng took the opportunity to wipe his sweat, and said with a forced smile: "What the Holy Master taught me is that the disciple is confused."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the disciple just now was running towards him quickly.
"Reporting to Master, the quicksand of time has been placed, and Senior Brother Guo has verified that it is correct!"
"Good!" Gu Zheng praised, stroking his palms, turning around and clasping his hands towards the old man, and said happily: "Congratulations, Holy Lord, the Ding of Fortune and Longevity is finished!"
Following his congratulations, countless disciples sang along with Fangding:
"Congratulations to the Holy One, may you have good fortune and longevity. Immortality, may you enjoy immortal blessings forever!"
"Congratulations to the Holy One, may you have good fortune and longevity. Immortality, may you enjoy immortal blessings forever!"
"...Immortal life and eternal blessings!"
"...Enjoy eternal blessings!"
The sound was overwhelming and resounded through the sky. The prisoners in the square who were immersed in joys and sorrows raised their heads one after another and looked around in shock.
Only then did someone notice the old man on the flying boat, and they felt even more frightened, feeling that something big was about to happen.
Yang Zhen's expression suddenly changed.
"Melting and refining, extracting the essence..." Yiyi's words that day still echoed in his ears.
Thinking back to the famous name of longevity and longevity that he heard at this moment, as well as the congratulatory message of "immortality, eternal blessings", no matter how ignorant he was, he understood what the other party wanted to do.
Extract the essence of life and provide it to this old man alone to enjoy and prolong his life!
…
"Thank you for your hard work." There was no emotion or anger on Demon Lord's face. He stretched out his hand to press down, and the congratulations gradually became sparse.
"Let's get started." He looked behind Gu Zheng with a hint of inquiry in his tone.
"Reporting to the Holy Lord, it is close to noon now, and today also happens to be the first day of September. The grass is growing, the horses are fat, and the Yang Qi is rising. These prisoners are also at the moment when their vitality is strongest. Starting from this time, you can get twice the result with half the effort!"
A clear female voice responded, it was Han Rui, and she also came to the boat at some point.
"Very good." Demon Lord nodded.
"Please ask the Holy Lord to ban this cauldron." Gu Zheng knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and shouted loudly.
The Demon Lord said nothing, waved his sleeves, and a square lid appeared out of thin air.
The cover was completely black, spinning and floating into the air, getting bigger and bigger. The two characters "Fu Shou" engraved in the middle, as well as the exquisite coiled dragon and gluttonous patterns around it, also appeared.
Finally, it became the same size as the opening of the giant cauldron, and then it stopped rotating, suspended above the giant cauldron, and slowly fell...
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