A great war changed the landscape for hundreds of miles.
Camps were set up one after another around the formation that suppressed the seven innate gods.
The Human Realm simply stationed its army here, blessing the inside and outside of the formation with the breath of life, completely blocking the escape route of these seven gods.
In the ridiculously large tent, Wu Wan showed a serious expression on his face, looking down at the fiery red charcoal fire in front of him. His right hand was wrapped with immortal power, turning the small iron frame at a constant speed and flipping the bear's paws on it.
Sprinkle some peace grass and some mountain garlic powder to make the big tent reverberate with the rich aroma of meat.
Ling Xiaolan, who had changed into a short skirt, came from outside the tent. She couldn't help but chuckle when she saw this, then slowly walked forward and sat silently next to Wu Wan, also staring at the two charcoal fires.
The weak firelight dyed her snow-white and moist skin with a faint blush, and her pair of well-proportioned and round slender legs were close together.
Originally, when she sat down, she could not avoid "three buns" of soft cushions, handkerchiefs, and fairy lights. This was a habit that she could not change.
But today, she deliberately stopped these habits and sat on the low stool covered with soft animal skins next to Wu Huan.
Although it was a little uncomfortable, I still endured it.
Wu Wan lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, then quickly handed a pair of bamboo chopsticks to Ling Xiaolan and said with a smile:
"Taste it?"
"Yes," Ling Xiaolan responded, holding the bamboo chopsticks with some caution, as if there were spikes on them, her fingers trembling slightly.
A big hand turned from the side, grasped Ling Xiaolan's catkins, and took the bamboo chopsticks back.
Ling Xiaolan pursed her lips slightly, but held the chopsticks tighter.
"do not do that."
Wu Wan stared at Ling Xiaolan and said warmly: "You don't have to force yourself to adapt to the so-called normal life."
"But me," Ling Xiaolan was hesitant to speak, and finally could only lower his head and sigh.
The fairy was dejected and had a different style.
Wu smiled, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, and took the initiative to release his palm.
The atmosphere in the big tent was a little gloomy.
A little thing happened half an hour ago.
The general situation was actually the quiet period after the war. They participated in the ceremony of incineration of the corpses of the soldiers, and were infected by the sad atmosphere.
Because his identity was relatively sensitive at this time, Wu Juan did not show up directly, but hid in a corner and observed quietly.
Watching the flames gradually extinguish, it seems that the weight of life is only the dust that cannot withstand the wind and rain.
Regardless of cultivation or achievements, they will eventually turn into this dust.
In the end, dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, leaving a little loneliness in the world.
Wu Wan took the initiative to hold the delicate hand of the beautiful woman next to him, and looked for the gap between her fingers through the delicate gloves.
After everyone saluted, Wu Wan and Ling Xiaolan bowed and left from the corner.
They walked in the forest, chatting about many things in the human realm and the heavenly palace in the moonlight, and gradually got closer to each other.
It was Lang Youqing's intention to take concubine, and the slightly sad atmosphere seemed to make them feel they should cherish each other more. There were too many variables in life, making the road ahead full of uncertainty.
So, under a tree.
The saint held her hands behind her back, and her back was covered with a layer of light white fairy light. The smooth curve of her back was pressed against the fairy light. She looked at the face that was gradually approaching in front of her and closed her eyes slightly.
But the results are obvious.
In fact, it's just that Fairy Ling thought she could do it, but in the end...
The world is filthy.
The world is filthy again.
The world is completely filthy.
This world is not getting better.
They worked hard for a while, but finally Wu Wan gave up on his own initiative. He took the fairy and said a few thoughtful words, and then returned to the newly set up camp hand in hand.
She went to take a bath as usual, and Wu Wan grabbed a ferocious beast, chopped it up, and came back to roast the bear's paws.
Wu Wan couldn't handle this.
Is it that their relationship is not in place, or that Fairy Ling belongs to the white moonlight in the sky, and the two of them are destined not to have such a vulgar storyline?
It's not like Yangchun Baixue can't do it. He, Wu Wan, is not a lustful person, and he already feels guilty because he has three boats. He actually feels very satisfied by keeping such a distance from Fairy Ling for the rest of his life.
But the problem is...
Wu Wan noticed that there was a knot in Xiaolan's heart, which had affected her Taoist heart.
She obviously wanted the two of them to be ordinary and normal Taoist couples.
Previously, Wu Wan's seal of the God of Luck and Ling Fairy's mysophobia were barely equal. Now that Wu Wan's side is unobstructed, her mysophobia still hasn't improved much, so why not be anxious?
The atmosphere in the tent was a little awkward. Wu Wan carefully picked out a few pieces of juicy roast meat, placed them on a clean jade plate, brought them to Ling Xiaolan, and deliberately slid them a few times in front of her small nose.
"Come on, have a taste."
"Okay," Ling Xiaolan responded with a slight blush on her face, looking down at the jade plate.
Just when Wu Huan wanted to persuade her not to force it, Ling Xiaolan suddenly picked up the jade plate, her whole body was a little tense, and she poured the roasted meat into her mouth with her eyes closed.
Wu Wang was a little startled.
Ling Xiaolan quickly turned away, covering her throat and coughing lightly. After a while, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
"I can."
She turned around, with a bit of light in her eyes, and whispered: "I can definitely do it."
"Actually, you don't have to be like this," Wu Wan was filled with reluctance. He raised his hand to hold her arm and said sternly, "You and I don't need to please each other just to get along with each other."
Ling Xiaolan looked at Wu Wan's face with deep affection in her eyes, but she still refused to say those soft words.
She raised her hand to support her chin and whispered: "You men are not the only ones who are happy."
"Huh?" Wu Wang was a little confused.
"Don't think too much, I'm not a playboy."
Ling Xiaolan raised her head slightly and said calmly:
"I promise you this life, I promise you, and I will stay with you by my side.
I wanted to experience the joy of men and women, so I wanted to correct my strange illness, not to please you.
If the gods are expelled from now on and the human realm returns to a peaceful and prosperous age, no matter how smoothly you and I can have a son and a half, it can be considered the continuation of our lives, and this life will be considered complete. "
Wu Wan really didn't want to expose her pretense of strength at the moment, so he just smiled with squinted eyes and kept nodding.
"So, Heroine, what do you think we should do next to help you overcome this problem?"
Wu Huan thought for a while and added:
"And I don't think this is some strange disease. Unlike my previous illness, which was caused by the evil God of Fortune who cast a spell on me, yours is purely an excessive pursuit of your own purity.
It's just a little excessive. "
Ling Xiaolan thought about it carefully and whispered: "Why does this God of Fortune cast a spell on you? To prevent you from touching women?"
"How do I know this?"
Wu Wan raised his hand and rubbed his forehead: "I have never been able to figure this out, but my heart is full of ill feelings towards the God of Fortune."
"Indeed," Ling Xiaolan analyzed seriously, "The young master of the big clan has lived in the clan area since he was a child. It is said that the waistline of the Beiye girl is the best in the wilderness. You also have the temperament to accept everyone who comes. It is the custom of Beiye. So open again.
You should be annoyed to death by this god of luck. "
"Hey, why don't I refuse anyone who comes?"
Wu Wan held out his chest and raised his head, his face full of righteousness:
"Isn't my pure Yang Dao body the best proof that I can keep my body as pure as jade? I, Wu Huazi, the most serious young master in Beiye, Brother Xingtian, was knocked unconscious countless times when I was more than ten years old."
Ling Xiaolan sneered, and then the flower branches trembled slightly as she couldn't help laughing.
Wu Wan's eyes moved downward unconsciously. When she noticed him, he got a few words of mild anger and accused her repeatedly.
"Can you tell me more about the God of Luck?"
Ling Xiaolan calmly brought the topic back on track, blinking a little brightly, "If you say that you have no contact with this ancient god, it will be difficult to convince others."
"I really don't know what's going on," Wu Wang spread his hands, "My memory is complete, there is no trace of my soul, it's like I have experienced a dream, and I have forgotten most of this dream.
I only remember that there was a girl under a big tree, and then she looked like that gentle woman. She smiled at me, but I couldn't see her face clearly, and then she cried.
Finally she bit me on the shoulder. "
Wu Wan opened his collar, revealing his broad shoulders, with obvious muscle lines.
"But I don't have any injuries."
"Then this is..."
"It's still a mystery," Wu Huan shook his head, "I believe that if I continue to move forward, one day I will have the opportunity to go to the outer world and face the God of Luck directly, and I will be able to get to the bottom of this matter."
Ling Xiaolan hummed, "Don't let the Fengchun God see that she is a soft and beautiful goddess invisible to heaven and earth, and then put down his hatred and go have a romantic relationship with her."
"is it possible?"
Wu Wang said calmly:
"They cursed me indiscriminately without my knowledge or reason.
If I couldn't leave Beiye, or if I didn't have so many opportunities in the human realm, wouldn't I have to grow old and die alone in Beiye for the rest of my life?
My old age and death are a trivial matter. If there is no external interference, Beiye may remain stable. The Bear Hug Clan will inevitably fall into turmoil because of this matter. If someone shouts "This is a punishment from the Star God", the entire clan will be finished. That's it.
You don’t know how worried I was and how much pressure I endured in those years.
Whatever the God of Fortune did to me, I will definitely seek justice from her, even if..."
She is a good friend of her mother, the daughter of Zhulong, the deity in charge of the destiny of all things in the world.
Ling Xiaolan's eyes were filled with apologies, and she took the initiative to move towards Wu Juan, carefully held Wu Juan's arm, and whispered:
"What I said was inappropriate. Don't be so angry. I believe you."
"Well," Wu Wan was a little lost in thought about the charcoal fire, thinking about this in his heart.
He still couldn't see clearly, and he never asked his mother, because her mother answered too easily at the beginning; and the explanation her mother gave him at that time already had some incomprehensible parts.
There were many things that his mother had not disclosed to him as her son, and Wu Juan had long known that.
I need to find an opportunity to go to Kitano and talk to my mother about this in person.
"W-want to try again?"
Ling Xiaolan asked softly, her pretty face was like a ripe apple, which was a little hot due to the fire.
"This time, I can settle down."
"This, okay!"
Wu Wang gritted his teeth, the worst possible outcome would be to risk his life to accompany the fairy!
As a result, the two people's eyes met, and their young and restless Taoist hearts could quickly generate tender affection without unnecessary teasing, and then led the two to want to touch each other's lips...
"cough!"
Suddenly an old female voice sounded:
"Master Wuwu, the saint, may disturb the warmth of the two of you."
Ling Xiaolan calmly sat up straight, her pretty face quickly returned to a frosty look. Unfortunately, her trembling little hands still betrayed the embarrassment in her heart.
Wu Wang cleared his throat and asked, "Is it a senior from the Xuannv Sect? What's wrong?"
The figure of an old woman was reflected on the tent door, and she bowed and said: "Sir Wuwang, Tiangong has sent a mission and has arrived at the northwest border of the Southeast Region. They are led by the God of the Five Elements, Mu Shen, and they bring gifts and want to redeem them. Return to the seven innate gods."
"Oh? It came quickly."
Wu Wan glanced at Ling Xiaolan, gently pinched her catkin, and said warmly: "I'll go deal with this matter."
"Hmm... um!" Ling Xiaolan responded softly.
The old woman hesitated to speak, but wisely chose to remain silent.
Wu Wan lowered his head and looked at his relatively neat robes, took a deep breath, and his energy and energy suddenly returned to a full state. His Taoist mind was as clear as a mirror, and there were no distracting thoughts in his heart.
Wood god?
During the time he was in Tiangong, he had always wanted to see the powerful god of Tiangong but had no chance to see him. He did not expect that he would come to the southeast region as an envoy to solve the matter of the captured innate god.
It would be better to have a good meeting with this wood god.
The Five Elements Source God is no small matter. Even in the last era of gods, when Zhulong was in charge of order, the Five Elements Source God had a transcendent status.
There was once a saying that if the Five Elements Source Gods joined forces, they could suppress the most powerful god head-on.
Of course, there is no basis for this statement. It is probably the judgment of some good people themselves.
After all, God’s life is long.
Wu Wang called Taoist Xiaojian and several respected seniors in the human realm, gave instructions on how to negotiate with Tiangong in the future, and then set out alone to greet the Tiangong delegation.
Want to redeem those innate gods?
This is naturally impossible.
As long as these seven gods are pulled back, they will be dead ends. They will definitely be regarded as targets for establishing power by Emperor Xuan. They will kill them all, and then let the divine pool breed gods corresponding to the avenues.
Just as the heavenly palace rules hundreds of tribes, so the emperor will rule the gods.
There is an inherent logical connection here.
Wu Wan spent so much effort to keep these seven gods because he wanted to compete with Tiangong in the process, to gain a foothold in Tiangong, and to fight for the team that would cause trouble in the future. Of course, he could not let them go easily.
Not to mention that it was the Wood God who came, even if Xihe came, he would definitely send Xihe back by wrangling!
In short, it’s just one sentence - it’s useless for anyone to come!
So, approaching the border of the southeastern region, where the Heavenly Palace envoys and the immortal soldiers from the human realm faced off, Wu Huan pointed out a bronze mirror and adjusted his expression in front of it.
It's three parts cold, three parts angry, and three parts indifferent, combined with a little youthful spirit.
A standard facial sector diagram is ready.
Wu Wan took out the Star Sword and hung it on his waist. He specially changed into a black robe with a vertical collar. His whole body exuded a little evil spirit.
When he approached the area where the Immortal Soldiers and the Heavenly Palace Envoys were confronting each other, he simply changed his mind and summoned the Snake. He let the Snake transform into its true form and became a thousand feet long. He stepped on the forehead of the Snake and crossed a short section of the void.
Now that Wu Wang's own combat power is superior to that of Ming She, bringing Ming Snake with him when he goes out will be very impressive.
Unfortunately, Ming She knew about the affairs of Heaven, and Wu Wan did not dare to let her go to the Heavenly Palace. After the matter in the southeast region was over, Ming She still had to go back to protect Mie Zong and her old aunt.
"Master, Wood God is right in front."
Ming She's voice emerged in Wu Wan's heart.
"Well," Wu Huan nodded, "Adjust the height. Don't let me overlook this powerful god of heaven. The wood god is also the one I want to fight for."
"Yes, Master."
Ming She responded respectfully, and her figure slowly sank from the air, making Wu Wan seem to be riding on a cloud, but there was a foresty aura under the clouds.
Ahead, streams of light flew towards him, turning into dozens of figures. They all bowed to Wu Wan in the clouds and shouted:
"Greetings to Lord Wuwu!"
Although the immortal soldiers in formation in the distance did not look back, they shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Greetings to Lord Wuwu!"
"On Arrangement of Noodles".
This was actually a deliberate arrangement by the Human Emperor Pavilion. They wanted the gods in the Heavenly Palace to see how their successor, the Human Emperor Wuwangzi, was treated in the human realm and how he was treated in the Heavenly Palace.
Wu Wan nodded calmly, and the snake slithered forward under his feet, holding Wu Wan up slowly for dozens of feet. A pair of snake eyes stared at the hundreds of figures in front of the immortal soldiers.
The scalps of those divine guards were numb, and the kind-hearted old man standing in front of the divine guards narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Look at this powerful god of heaven, the tree of the five elements!
It's like a tree stump turning into essence, just like a thousand-year-old medicine taking shape.
He was short in stature, with a round face and no neck. The sky was as plump as a peach, and the earth pavilion was round and full of flesh. The crutch he held in his hand was only six feet high, but it was just at the same level as his forehead.
What a heavenly wood god.
There is peace in the breath, and the auspicious clouds of Ganoderma lucidum beneath your feet. Just a smile can make people stop the desire to kill in their hearts. Just a breath of breath seems to be able to extend the life of a living being without injury.
And surrounded by that charm, although it is gentle and warm, it cannot be bullied.
From a distance, the old god cupped his hands and said warmly in his old voice: "Fengchun God, the old god is polite here."
"The Wood God is polite, the Wood God is polite."
Wu Wang returned the greeting with his hands and smiled: "I never thought that the first time I met the Wood God would be outside the Heavenly Palace, in the southeastern region."
"How wonderful things are in the world. The old god didn't want to pay attention to these trivial matters, but he had no choice but to be shouted out of the wooden cave by His Majesty."
Mu Shen sighed, Wu Wan had already arrived here.
The torso of the snark appeared in the surrounding clouds, and lightning flashed continuously. Most of the divine guards held their breath.
"The God of Spring."
Mu Shen took the initiative to take a few steps forward and said with a smile:
"Let the snake take back its magical powers! Don't frighten them.
Although Ming Snake was a rebel in Tiangong before, His Majesty regarded Feng Chun God as a member of Tiangong and did not pursue the matter. Previously, the old god was still wondering why Ming Snake did not accompany Feng Chun God to Tiangong. He never thought that today It's good to see it. "
Wu Wan raised his hand and made a gesture, and there was a black light flickering under his feet. Ming She, dressed in slim black clothes and with a long ponytail, stood calmly behind Wu Wan, without squinting or saluting.
She is an emotional substitute mount.
Wu Wan tried to get to the point: "Mu Shen came here this time, but for that..."
"Why!"
Mu Shen smiled and said: "The old god also brought a surprise to Fengchun God. Come, come, come, let's see who is over there?"
Wu Wan followed the guidance of the Wood God and saw dozens of divine guards turning sideways and retreating.
A figure jumped into the open space above the clouds. She was wearing a long black dress with delicate hair, a pair of smooth jade feet, and wooden clogs on the heels. Her well-proportioned figure demonstrated elegance and beauty.
She blinked, with a gentle smile in her bright eyes, telling her thoughts and feelings that she hadn't seen for a few days.
Heavenly Palace, Shao Siming.
Wu Wan's eyes lit up, then he froze on the spot.
She took a step forward with her hands behind her back and asked in a low voice:
"Will my coming here delay business?"
