I don't know when, in the water mirror, the sky changed.
It started to snow.
The sky and the earth are vast, and the three figures are even smaller.
Especially when they sink into the Tao realm.
The snow submerged them bit by bit.
Or buried.
On the black and yellow futon, Wu Tian sat upright with a thick layer of snow on his body.
Xiaobai was lying next to Wu Tian, and Long Li was not far away.
One dragon and one tiger, one on the left and one on the right, all covered with a thick layer of snow.
In the Taoist realm, Wu Tian's mind overlapped with that of a faint Taoist figure.
The Taoist holds the jade plate of creation in his hand, and the wheel of the great road turns behind his head.
From time to time, the great road manifests itself, green lotus emerges from chaos, yin and yang emerge from Tai Chi, earth, fire, wind, and water...
Wu Tian Yuan Shen, heaven and earth, synchronized with it, the jade disk of creation in his belly rotated, and strange phenomena appeared on the avenue above his head.
Occasionally, the Taoist murmurs could be heard.
It seemed to come from the end of the avenue.
Misty, distant.
Longli's Daohai is much bigger.
Xiaobai’s Bai Yujing didn’t know how much taller she was.
There are endless fish in the sea.
In Baiyujing, exotic flowers and plants emerge in endlessly.
The avenue is in their hearts.
Snow covers the sky.
Buried them.
I do not know how long it has been.
Maybe a day, maybe a year.
The sound of Dao Lun has disappeared, and the Taoist shadow has disappeared.
But Wu Tian knew that the Taoist would never appear again.
Because in the past three hundred years, he had exhausted the last bit of information left by Dao Ancestor.
The Taoist is Hongjun, the owner of Xuanhuang Futon.
He once sat on a black and yellow futon to meditate on the jade plate of creation.
This is the Tao Yun Tao mark he left in the black and yellow futon.
In other words, it is the traces of his path left by Xuanhuang Futon.
For three hundred years, what he ate was the Taoist traces of the Tao Ancestor’s understanding of the jade dish.
A demon swallowed a Taoist.
It is exactly the same as the mark on the jade disc of good fortune that I swallowed three hundred years ago.
The imprint of the jade disc of creation in his belly was much clearer and deeper than three hundred years ago.
After all, he swallowed a Taoist.
There is also the jade plate of good fortune in the hands of the Taoist.
The moment Wu Tian opened his eyes.
Both children opened their eyes.
Bewildered for a moment.
But he quickly came back to his senses.
They are used to this situation.
Snow falls and people come out.
White-haired boy.
White tiger.
There is also a young Taoist with ivy-tied hair.
They breathed out almost simultaneously.
It was freezing cold.
They rubbed their hands almost simultaneously.
It's all out of habit.
The young Taoist suddenly raised his head.
Long Li and Xiao Bai also looked up.
There are streams of light cutting through the night sky, like shooting stars!
"It is powerful!"
Wu Tian spoke, and the great power began to return.
He didn't know what was happening outside.
But this seems to herald an end and a beginning.
Wu Tian has been paying attention to the direction of Yujing Mountain.
Until that piece of sky was never illuminated.
He just breathed a sigh of relief.
It would be a lie to say you are not worried.
It can even be described as fearful.
That was Hongjun, Taoist ancestor Hongjun.
Wu Tian lowered his head and glanced at the black and yellow futon.
In fact, he had already made up his mind.
Wu Tian's eyes became dark.
Dark as ink, like this night sky.
This is the gaze of the devil.
His mind moved, and Xuanhuang Zhou flew out of his eyebrows.
But at the next moment, Wu Tian's expression changed dramatically.
Sluggish, confused, confused, puzzled!
"What are you doing?!"
Wu Tian looked at the bottle lying on his back like an octopus, as if there were traces of licking by the black and yellow spirit.
I was so shocked that I couldn't be more shocked.
"This is mine!"
Xuanhuang Spirit hugged the bottle that was several times bigger than him tightly, declaring his sovereignty as if he was afraid that Wu Tian would snatch it away.
Wu Tian was speechless for a long time, and then he remembered the bottle he had forgotten in the Xuanhuang Boat, and the water in this bottle.
"What do you want it for?"
Xuanhuang Spirit hugged the bottle tightly and said obsessedly: "It's delicious!"
He said it tastes good, not that it tastes good.
Because this bottle was condensed by Wu Tian through the means of creation, and because Wu Tian planned to go deep into the Nine Netherworld at that time, Wu Tian not only made this bottle strong, but also sealed it tightly.
Another reason is that he took a lot of well water greedily.
He condensed the bottle to the best of his ability.
Make sure the bottle is large enough and strong enough.
This has also led to the fact that for three hundred years, no, four hundred years, the Xuanhuang spirit is still licking the bottle.
Wu Tian looked at the Xuanhuang Spirit lying on the bottle and asked with a complicated expression: "Are you okay?"
He fully understands how attractive this water is to the soul.
It can even be said that it has a fatal attraction.
He resisted that desire only due to various concerns.
He originally planned to bring it back and study it slowly.
Research, of course, cannot be done on oneself.
But now, the other one has become a guinea pig.
"Are you OK?"
This is what he cares about now.
Xuanhuang Spirit shook his head, "I'm fine!"
He still hugged his bottle tightly, guarding against Wu Tian.
Wu Tian took a deep breath and said, "If there is anything unusual, tell me. Now, it's time to get to work!"
Wu Tian threw the black and yellow futon in.
He planned to do it without stopping, killing the goose to get the eggs, destroying the corpses and eradicating all traces.
Extract the last remaining value.
Of course, this final residual value is not low at all.
He estimated that his Xuanhuang Zhou would need to be upgraded.
Reach the ultimate acquired Xuanhuang treasure.
Because this Xuanhuang futon itself is a top-grade Xuanhuang treasure.
Even higher than his Xuanhuang Zhou grade.
This is another snake swallowing the elephant.
But that's exactly why.
Only then is the risk worth taking.
The Xuanhuang Spirit finally let go of the bottle.
Carrying the Xuanhuang futon, I walked into the Xuanhuang Lei Pond.
In this regard, he can still distinguish the important from the important.
However, it has repeatedly asserted its sovereignty over the bottle.
It belongs to him!
Wu Tian didn't argue with him.
What's his is not yet his.
