I was sleeping soundly, but someone knocked on my door for no reason.
Cao Yi, who was a little annoyed to get out of bed, gave a cold hum.
When had the Holy Mother of Jinling been treated like this? She felt a little unhappy, but her face remained unchanged and she asked politely: "I don't know what you call me?"
"The surname is Cao, and the single name is Yi"
Cao Yi replied.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit immediately searched in her mind.
But there was no impression at all.
The name seemed to appear out of nowhere.
After thinking for a while, Our Lady of Jinling asked again: "So it's Taoist friend Cao. I wonder where Taoist friend Cao learned from him?"
There are so many problems.
"No mentor"
Cao Yi replied calmly.
Turn around and leave.
The corner of the Golden Spirit Mother's mouth twitched.
As a peak golden immortal and a disciple of Tongtian Saint, she had not been so slighted by someone in a long time.
"Senior, wait a minute."
Wen Zhong suddenly spoke up.
Cao Yi stopped and turned his head to look over.
Wen Zhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with some urgency: "Senior, are you serious about the catastrophe you just mentioned?"
"It's natural"
Cao Yi replied.
Wen Zhong's already pale face became even paler.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. If there is such a catastrophe, I will not know about it, and the master will not know about it."
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit sneered.
She is the disciple of a saint.
If there really was a catastrophe in this world, she would definitely get the news earlier than a peak Golden Immortal from Yeluzi.
"What does it have to do with me whether you believe it or not?"
Cao Yi said nothing indifferently and entered the Taoist temple with his hands behind his back.
"But Master, my luck as a Dashang has indeed declined sharply recently."
Wen Zhong retorted.
Immediately after realizing that it was inappropriate to be so direct, he quickly added: "The disciple is very anxious and his words have conflicted. Please don't blame me, master."
The Holy Mother of Jinling hummed, took a few breaths of thought, and turned her eyes to Zishou who had fainted, "Is it because of him?"
Wen Zhong shook his head and said: "Except for advocating martial arts, your Majesty has no flaws."
After being silent for a while, Our Lady of Jinling said: "Later, I will make a special trip to Penglai Island to ask the saint."
"Thank you, master"
Wen Zhong said quickly and respectfully.
Mother Jin Ling glanced at Cao Yi, who had returned to the Taoist temple, opened a space and walked in.
The space immediately closed.
After Wen Zhong bowed to the Taoist temple, he picked up Zi Shou and was about to leave.
"If you want him to grow, don't protect him all day long."
Cao Yi's faint voice came from the Taoist temple.
Wen Zhong was shocked and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me. I will remember this, junior."
"Go ahead"
Cao Yi said.
"Juniors resign"
Wen Zhong turned into a dazzling divine light and flew away.
In a silent Taoist temple.
Cao Yi frowned slightly.
Before coming to this world, he always thought that Zishou was like Ying Zheng, a peerless emperor who was decisive in killing.
"Ding, do you want to accept part of the inheritance from the Gate of Eternal Life?"
The system's voice suddenly sounded.
The inheritance of the Gate of Eternal Life?
After Cao Yi froze for a few seconds, he nodded and said: "Accept"
A desolate, ancient breath appeared in the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Then there was a ethereal sound that sounded like a song but not a song, like a curse but not a curse. It seemed like a cry of fate in the dark. Cao Yi had never heard such complicated syllables.
Penglai Island.
Fengshen Great World is the hidden cultivation place of Lord Tongtian, one of the six saints.
It is said to be an island, but in fact it is more like a continent floating on the sea.
For those whose cultivation is below that of a saint, Penglai Island changes position all the time, elusive.
There are only five other saints who are also saints. Core disciples like Our Lady of Golden Spirit know that Penglai Island has not moved, but has cut off all rules and is aloof.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit took out the token given by her master and opened Penglai Island.
"Disciple asks to see Master"
Our Lady of Jinling bowed respectfully towards the Biyou Palace in the center of the island.
"The saint is not on the island"
Two boys walked out of Biyou Palace.
"Did Master ever say when he would return?"
Our Lady of Golden Spirit asked.
The two boys shook their heads together.
"Then I will wait outside the palace."
Our Lady of Golden Spirit sat down on the spot.
The sun rises and sets, no matter how old it is.
A tall shadow enveloped the Golden Spirit Madonna.
"Master"
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit raised her head and saw a handsome young man with a smile on her face.
Just about to get up.
The young man, or rather the leader of the Tongtian cult, held down the Golden Spirit Mother with one hand and sat down next to the Golden Spirit Mother in a free and easy manner.
He took out a gourd and drank by himself.
The Holy Mother of Jinling has long been accustomed to the free and uninhibited attitude of her saintly master, and said respectfully: "Master, this disciple is here."
"Do not listen"
The leader of Tongtian looked elsewhere.
The corner of the Golden Spirit Mother's mouth twitched.
"Do you know who I'm going to meet this time?"
Leader Tongtian put down the gourd and said with a complicated expression.
"who?"
The Golden Spirit Mother asked subconsciously.
"Master"
The leader of Tongtian said.
Mother Jin Ling's expression was shocked, she took a deep breath and asked, "What does the Patriarch want from you?"
Leader Tongtian looked further into the sky and said faintly after a while: "The great tribulation is about to begin again."
Mother Jin Ling's heart clicked, "There is really a catastrophe."
Leader Tongtian turned around, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by coldness.
The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit felt a supreme power sweep across the sea of consciousness.
"Cao Yi, who are you?"
A trace of doubt flashed across the face of Master Tongtian.
On the unknown mountain.
Cao Yi opened his eyes.
He smiled again after not smiling for a long time.
Because he has mastered the minor destiny technique, a branch of the great destiny technique in the eternal world.
Despite its inconspicuous name, its power is terrifying.
He estimated that it was not impossible to have a fight with the saint.
Suddenly, a supreme power came.
Cao Yi subconsciously wanted to use the Little Fate Technique.
The supreme power suddenly disappeared again.
"who is it?"
Several names flashed through Cao Yi's mind instantly.
"Taoist priest, something happened"
A stream of light fell from the sky.
It's Xiaotian.
Cao Yi's mind swept away and he knew the whole story.
In the roaring sky, King Shen traveled together with King Shen. When passing through the North Sea, a strong wind suddenly swept King Shen away.
"North Sea"
Cao Yi frowned.
Beihai appeared at the beginning of Fengshen. It was very inconspicuous in Fengshen, but very strange.
Yuan Futong, a mere prince, resisted the Shang Dynasty, the only earthly divine dynasty in the world, for more than ten years.
"Leave housekeepers behind"
Cao Yi dropped a word.
The space was torn open, and the sky over the North Sea, dotted with islands, appeared.
Divine thoughts swept away.
Two armies are facing each other, each occupying hundreds of islands.
On one side is the Shang army led by Wen Zhong.
One side is the Beihai Allied Forces led by the Beihai prince Yuan Futong.
Cao Yi ignored them and his spiritual thoughts spread.
After a moment, Cao Yi's face showed a solemn look.
There is no aura of Ginseng King at all.
In other words, either the other party's cultivation level is higher than his, or the other party has a top-grade spiritual treasure that blocks the Qi machine.
