It is said that that day, Master Tianzun hung up the bell. When Mengchang turned around, he saw Ancestor Fuxi standing behind him and looking at him with a smile.
"I, the Fuxi clan, have met Uncle Meng Ji. I dare to ask, who can be on the list of gods?"
"..." A living person suddenly appeared behind you and said he was your ancestor. Who wouldn't be afraid of him?
"Good boy, don't be afraid. I am your ancestor. Can I still harm you?"
It's just because you are an ancestor that people are afraid of you, ancestor! I don’t know how my ancestor lived for so long and is now one of the Emperors of Heaven? Or one of the saints? Mengchang didn't know, but it was still very stressful to be found by his ancestors for no reason.
"Let... the Eight Gods of Qidi, these Yi gods be put on the list? Let the naughty children of each religion be put on the list?"
"Do you know what the Gods List is?"
"Hmm~~Mengchang knows a thing or two. If you are on the list after death, you will be able to be ranked in the heavenly class in the future?"
"If heaven is immortal, these gods can live forever. Do you think this is a reward or a punishment for them?"
Mengchang was stunned, and that's right. Originally, this thing was something that little demons and immortals couldn't even ask for, and the big guys didn't like it. To put some undeserving people on the list, that's not putting the cart before the horse. Have you encouraged any evil tendencies? Heaven is quite domineering to begin with, but if a bunch of bad seeds are sent here, the world will not be full of jujube pills!
Just following this line of thinking, he also had a new question that his ancestors needed to answer.
"Ancestor, why are the Twelve Golden Immortals and the seekers of the two sects of Interpretation and Interpretation unwilling to be listed on the list?"
Fu Xi has always been very gentle, giving people the impression of a humble gentleman, gentle and elegant, especially those bright eyes. Just looking at Meng Chang calmly, he felt that there was a vast starry sky and wisdom in them.
"Immortals are free and easy. They can retreat if they want to. If they want to experience the world, they can leave as soon as they want. But after becoming a god, you can't control your life or death. There will be a heavenly emperor controlling everything you do. You must abide by this rule of heaven and that. rule."
"The most important thing is that no matter how hard it is to improve your cultivation, all results will depend on your vocation and aspiration. For those who practice and seek the Tao, isn't this a curse and a torture? My child, a puddle of stagnant water is There will be no live fish, which is not only the road to immortality, but also the shackles against those immortals and gods with deep blessings and talents."
I see! But thinking about it, no matter whether I have the possibility of improving my cultivation or not, a good living person with seven emotions and six desires, who is motivated but also lazy, would be like being imprisoned in the "Heaven" for immortality, and I should not be able to bear it. Bar.
Mengchang nodded secretly, and it was very different from what he thought: "Ancestor, this is the most difficult thing for me. They don't want to be on the list, so they instigated this drama called the Battle of the Gods. They want to use The change of dynasties in the human world affects the outcome of the Conferred Gods, so how should we deal with this matter?"
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart? I am here to tell you that you are never alone, and the human race is not a weak being."
"I want to tell you that life is destined to fight with the sky, the earth, and the living beings. You can't see us now, just because we have failed many times and lost many times, so we are burdened with many restrictions. , but it’s not a disastrous defeat, at least we’re still here.”
"The ancestors are always here."
Lost a lot of times, is there a limit? Who are the enemies of our ancestors? Is it a strange beast from the mountains and sea? Or fighting with the saints?
Looking at the kind and kind middle-aged man in front of him, Meng Chang could not help but repeat: "Ancestor, he has always been here!"
"Zu, who am I? Am I just a tool? A tool to achieve something?"
Fuxi came forward with bare feet, and gently touched Mengchang's forehead with his palm. A mysterious and mysterious aura continued to spread in Mengchang's mind, which was derived from Fuxi's understanding of yin and yang and Bagua.
"Child, don't doubt yourself. You will always be yourself. You are not anyone else. You have to understand that because you are excellent and special, we are looking for you. After thousands of years of reproduction, the blood of the human race has already been part of you. , having you in me, not us looking for you, makes you special, do you understand?"
"I know you have a lot of questions, but don't worry, grow up slowly. When you are exposed to weird things, all the answers will be revealed to you automatically."
"Yi has Tai Chi, which gives rise to two yin, two yin and four xiangs, and four xiangs give birth to the Bagua. My child, don't get carried away. Just like in your eyes, the Bagua is just a tool for divination. To me, it is My understanding of the world and my understanding and application of all things. So the same is true for your own positioning. If you regard yourself as a tool, then you are the tool. If you regard yourself as the leader, then you are the leader of all things. Dear, don’t be confused, don’t be confused, who you are, you know better than me or anyone else.”
The understanding of Ta Gang in my mind is gradually deepening. At the same time, various understandings and insights about the way of the magic circle are also arising from my heart.
Mengchang's eyes gradually became clearer, and he understood the meaning of Fuxi's ancestors, but he always felt that he was like a rootless duckweed, floating in the sky and unable to fall. He always felt that he was fighting alone, and he had to consider ordinary people. He also had to consider the extraordinary world, and the pressure was so great that he could hardly breathe at one point and fell into despair.
Perhaps Chonghouhu also knew something, so he became so abnormal and helpless. The more he knew, the more desperate he became. If he explored step by step, he might not raise his expectations too high all at once. It seems impossible to complete.
"Zu, my strength is not enough to accomplish so many great things. Can you help me?"
Fu Xi shook his head, raised his finger to the sky, and said softly: "When you have time, go to Liangjie Mountain. Haven't you been feeling itchy on your scalp recently? You must go to Jieyin to find Houtu, otherwise be careful with Zhu Rong. , Li Tan has horns on his head, looking like a bull demon."
"In addition, as long as it is related to Heavenly Court, you can ask Xingtian for help. He may not be interested in other things. As long as you say you want to fight with Heavenly Court, he will be more active than anyone else."
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Mengchang withdrew his thoughts and looked at the increasingly tense situation in front of him. A war was about to break out.
After understanding that a fight was inevitable, Ao Guang also inspired his unparalleled ferocity. He chose the persimmon he thought was the softest and took the lead in launching a breakout offensive against Mengchang. The huge dragon head was like a high-speed train, charging arrogantly. Come.
The golden stick became huge, and the familiar stick pointed toward the sky and fell with wind and thunder. The powerful blood and wind and thunder power instantly broke through Ao Guang's azure mana barrier, and hit the dragon's claws that were trying to block him. With a clang, the dragon's claws Ao Guanglong's face was distorted by the pain of using his body to defend the magic weapon, like gold and iron hitting each other and creating a large spark. Twenty-five fingers connected to the heart.
The offensive was like a tidal wave, and no one gave the old Dragon King a chance to breathe. Taiyi Zhenren raised his hand and shot out the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield. Nine red fire dragons swept in. The scorching heat made Ao Bing dare not touch them, and he dodged a few times. Later, Ao Guang probably found out the details of the Nine Fire Dragons and shouted in fear.
"This is the Dry Fire Dragon from the Nanming Sacred Mountain. I didn't expect you to sacrifice it and turn it into a magic weapon. Master Taiyi, I have already returned your apprentice to you, why did you kill him?"
Mengchang thought thoughtfully. The Drought Fire Dragon seemed to be exactly the same as his thirty-six Fire Dragons. Maybe he was still Tai Cai? There are obviously more fire dragons, but their power is far from the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Shield.
Ao Guang recognized the origins of the fire dragon, so he dared to continue wrestling with Meng Chang. He immediately retreated, trying to get further away, but when he retreated, he was confronted by the oncoming Xing Tian.
The dragon's claws were like sharp cold hooks, slapping straight towards Xingtian. The moment Xingtian took out his claws, his shield charged up and struck directly forward, swinging away Ao Guang's sharp claws, leaving the middle door wide open, and his right hand Taking this opportunity, he raised his ax and swept it across. With great strength and the sharpness of the weapon, he shattered the indestructible dragon scales, leaving a large wound on Ao Guang's chest with bones visible, and dripping dragon blood splashed down Chen Tang. Off, layers of frost were printed on the ground.
In his spare time, Meng Chang was also trying his best to learn Xing Tian's tactics. He was dumbfounded when he saw this operation, which was like a shield counterattack. The boss's movements were simple and unpretentious, but he could accurately take advantage of the opponent's attack opportunities every time. Seize the momentary gap to counterattack with the most efficient and quick results.
The Dragon King would rather take an ax from Xingtian than let the Drought and Fire Dragon come upon him. In desperation, he spurted out the golden dragon beads in his belly, restrained Xingtian tightly, and endured seven or eight dragons being broken by Mengchang's golden stick. After breaking his ribs, Laolong finally felt the threat of death.
He was still sober in his mind. The Fire Spirit Madonna standing due west did not participate in the siege with the trapping sword, which was a great blessing among misfortunes.
So, Ao Guang gritted his teeth and started to break out in the direction of Our Lady of Fire Spirit. It was also that Our Lady of Fire Spirit had no intention of taking action at all. Ao Guang, as if he had received an amnesty, rushed out along the breach, and headed all the way to the depths of the East China Sea without looking back. hurricane.
After all, the Dragon King is the Dragon King. After he unleashed his ten thousand years of accumulated cultivation and magical power, sixteen ribs were broken, half of the real dragon body was burned to black, and the dragon ball was chopped by Xing Tian, leaving the slightest crack. , he relied on the Dragon Ball and his strong body to escape and flew back to the sea.
The scene of beating up the old Dragon King was the end. In fact, even if there was no group fight, Taiyi Zhenren with the help of the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield would have made him suffer a lot, not to mention that Xing Tian, who was more than a little stronger, was also raiding the formation. .
Taking the magic whip handed over by Wei Hu, Meng Chang still felt a little regretful. If it had been this whip that hit the Dragon King just now, the Dragon King probably wouldn't have been able to escape. The old Dragon King had rough skin and thick flesh, and would rather be beaten. If he refuses to be whipped like a stick, he will never be able to enjoy the blessings of a divine whip.
In the remaining time, Mengchang finally completed the contact with Zhenren Taiyi and Daoxing Tianzun, and Our Lady of Fire Spirit also said with profound meaning: "This is the East China Sea. If Uncle Meng Ji has something to do, why bother to stay close and seek far away? Let me tell you, I That nephew is the Grand Master of your Dashang, so we are half-acquainted with him, right?"
"Thank you for your support, the leader, and thank you for your assistance, Senior Huo Ling,"
The people in Jiejiao are more sincere than those in Chanjiao. At least Madam Huoling speaks directly and never hides anything. The young lady is good-looking and has a sassy figure. Meng Chang is particularly worried about the future of Madam Huoling. of.
Well, it's not that I'm worried that he will be ruined by a bad man, it's just that she's too naive and will be beaten to death by Guangchengzi, the brick immortal.
Meng Chang also expressed his gratitude to Xing Tian's ancestor, and taking advantage of the enthusiasm of defeating the enemy together, he kept talking to him. Both words and expressions were full of solicitation, asking for protection and protection, but his ancestor was very cold. , the chest expression has always been very stiff, and there is no hint of joy or anger. This kind of cold demeanor made Meng Chang feel a little blind for a while.
Just when Mengchang looked a little stupid and embarrassed, Xing Tian handed over the ax in his hand, turned his back and said lightly: "Be kind to him, and return it to me next time if you want to fight against Heaven. You are too weak." , don’t just think about the power of blood, you must also exercise your own abilities.”
"But, my physique cannot produce any spells, how should I train?"
"It's like Dayi and I know magic. We all learned it by ourselves. Except for that inhuman being Ying Long, there are not many experts with strong magic power in the human race. Okay, I'm leaving. If you need my help next time, Tell Qi Hu and he will tell me."
Mengchang stared at the Qi ax in his hand in surprise. Can this thing also make calls?
As if feeling his doubts, Qi Ax became fierce, buzzing and trembling constantly, and the shield on Xingtian's side seemed to be affected, buzzing and trembling along with Qi Ax.
Hey guys, can this thing be used as Morse code? Although not possible, wouldn't it be possible to send a telegram to Xing Tian by designing a few short words and sentences, and then depending on the varying degrees of tremors?
Not to mention the Chentangguan where everyone was cleaning up the aftermath, Ao Guang, who had been beaten all over and suffered terrible injuries, did not go back to the Dragon Palace directly. Instead, he flew across the Nine Heavens, climbed to the Nantian Gate, and walked all the way to the center of the palace building. Blood foam was sprayed from his mouth, and he kept shouting.
"I want to see God, wuwuwu, you bullied the dragon too much. They killed my son, and they will kill me too. Your Majesty, I want to sue the master Taiyi of Chanjiao for covering up his disciples and commit murder, and sue the great merchant Meng Ji. Bo Mengchang is lawless and uses his power to bully the dragon. Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for the old dragon."
(End of chapter)
