"Disciple, please step aside." Many disciples bowed and then slowly walked out of the hall.
After everyone left, the old Taoist stood up and walked down from the high platform step by step.
When he walked over, his thin figure seemed to have an aura of its own.
The already old body contains endless power, which is intimidating.
"Old Taoist, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush," Xu Zimo replied.
"I can't say," the old man shook his head.
Pointing to the sky with his finger, he replied: "There are gods three feet above your head."
"Do you believe in heaven?" Xu Zimo sneered.
"You don't believe it, but we are all cultivating under the way of heaven. You have to believe it even if you don't believe it," said the old Taoist.
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"An old friend, an old friend you have forgotten," said the old Taoist.
He looked at Xu Zimo carefully.
Said: "You are very similar to him, but I know that you are not him and you will never be him.
When he is dead, he is dead forever.
When he comes back, it won't be him again. "
"I don't understand what you said," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"What era is it now?" asked the old Taoist.
"I'm not very sure. I heard from others that the Middle Ages have just passed and now it's the New Year," Xu Zimo replied.
Regarding the division of eras, Miss Jing had told him before.
After the Middle Ages passed, the Nine Realms were divided into the Old Calendar Year and the New Calendar Year.
"What about before the Middle Ages?" the old Taoist continued to ask.
"It's ancient times," Xu Zimo replied.
"What about before ancient times?"
"Ancient times, and beyond that is the ancient times."
"It's been so long," Lao Tao murmured to himself, speaking in a voice that Xu Zimo couldn't hear clearly.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You are wrong. Going back to ancient times is not the ancient times, but another era." The old man's eyes were cloudy.
He stared in front of him in a daze, and was silent for a long time.
Just now he said: "Although that era was short-lived.
But it is extremely bright and desirable.
We call it...the coming of the devil. "
After the words fell, Xu Zimo froze on the spot.
He felt as if there were many mysteries lingering in his mind for a moment.
"Demon Lin, have these nine realms also experienced the era of demons?"
As far as he knew, the previous generation of demon lords should have died in battle in the previous era.
Then the era was destroyed, and the universe was reborn in this era.
But not all demons died, many people still survived.
Part of it was sealed in the ancient demon cave.
Others, like Baimen, fell into a deep sleep.
"Can you be more detailed?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You have to pursue this answer yourself. This is tempering and experience." The old Taoist shook his head and said.
"Mo Lin, what kind of era was that?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Only those who have truly experienced that era will understand. I can't say," the old Taoist shook his head.
"I exist just to tell you something."
"What?" Xu Zimo asked with a frown.
"Not everyone in this world is your enemy. You can take advantage of many like-minded people," Lao Dao said.
He slowly took out a list and handed it to Xu Zimo's hand.
Xu Zimo picked up the list and glanced at it briefly.
There are countless names written densely on it.
"The Lord of the Dead in the Netherworld,
Holding a candle in the blazing fire field,
Thousands of disasters and doomsday in the realm of ghosts and gods.
……………”
"What are these?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Anyone who can be used," Lao Dao replied.
"how to use?"
"Then it's up to you," the old Taoist said with a smile.
“Use or reuse?
If you try again on the road you didn't finish hundreds of millions of years ago, don't make the same mistakes again and fail again. "
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"What you see now is an illusion. It doesn't matter who I am," the old Taoist shook his head and replied.
"Because these illusions were left by me hundreds of millions of years ago. When you see them, I don't know if I still exist."
"Illusion?" Xu Zimo looked around.
This main hall, the white jade stones at your feet, and the entire Luanyun Stream are all so real.
If it was an illusion, even he would just think it was weird, but he didn't notice anything unusual.
This expert in setting up illusions is a bit too scary.
"Remember, to succeed, it's not just for yourself or the demons, but also for the rest of us," Lao Dao waved his hand and said.
After his words fell, Xu Zimo realized that the void where he was was disappearing little by little.
Starting from Laojun Temple, the two disciples in front of the door, and then down the mountain, the woodcutter carrying firewood disappeared little by little.
Until the end, even the old Taoist began to disappear.
A thought that has existed for hundreds of millions of years.
It was as if a corpse was sealed in dust in a crystal coffin, and one day it was opened and exposed to the air, and it instantly oxidized and left nothing behind.
When Xu Zimo turned his eyes again, he found that his figure was still standing in the chaotic cloud stream.
Behind him is the Blackwater Lake. There is no gymnasium, no woodcutter, and no so-called climbing ladder in front of him.
Instead, it is a valley filled with flowers.
The valley is very large and is oval-shaped when viewed from the outside.
All kinds of flowers and plants are planted all around.
Rare flowers and plants include Lingrouzhi, Zhurongzhi, Niekongcao, Juechenhua...
Some rare and even lost herbs are also available.
Nine-tailed dragon sunflower, ancient deep sweetness, dragon heart nine-leaf grass, demon blood spirit pulp, immortal grass, colorful moon orchid...
There are simply countless.
You can smell the fragrance of flowers from a very far distance away.
The overwhelming fragrance of flowers comes to your face.
It is not an exaggeration to say it is a paradise.
Xu Zimo stared blankly at everything in front of him, if it weren't for the densely packed names written on the paper in his hand.
Everything that just happened made him feel a little unreal.
He put the piece of paper away silently.
…………
The flowers in the Valley of Flowers are blooming and very beautiful.
Fight for beauty.
Xu Zimo walked into the valley step by step. The valley was very vast.
It wasn't until he walked into the valley that Xu Zimo could clearly see the scene inside.
It's like a city of flowers.
Flowers everywhere.
Houses were built from the vines of flowers.
It was surrounded by thorns and flowers.
There are many people living here, they are like primitive people, wearing simple clothes and wearing flower crowns.
When Xu Zimo walked in, a large group of people immediately surrounded him, singing and dancing, singing incomprehensible ballads.
From time to time, he sprinkled flower petals on Xu Zimo.
Not long after, the crowd was separated, and an old woman was seen walking from outside.
He bowed to Xu Zimo and said in an old voice: "Distinguished guests, welcome to our Baihua Valley."
"Where is Fairy Wanhua?" Xu Zimo asked.
"The empress said, let me take you for a tour of the city before meeting her," the old woman said.
