As soon as the demon appeared in the world, Zhou Ji felt that the collapse of the cave was not the worst outcome. The next moment, Yu Wenshi was a serious problem, but he was alone and unable to support himself. How could he defeat the demon in thousands of incarnations? Unsatisfactory things in life are always eight or nine, and the feeling of defeat is very uncomfortable. I hope to admit defeat and wait for a comeback in the future, and settle the old and new debts together.
While thinking about it, the sapling of creation seemed to sense that a great change in the world was coming. It trembled slightly and gathered up the vitality covering Liushi Peak inch by inch. It lost its vitality and infiltration. The three holes and four valleys were like a faded picture scroll, losing its vitality in an instant. After holding on for no more than ten breaths, the layers collapsed and turned into the sand of time. Zhou Ji suddenly felt blessed, and some vague possibility flashed through his mind. It was of no avail, so it was better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He made up his mind, threw the five-color divine light sickle, transformed into a colorful peacock, sat on its back, and rushed back and forth. He rescued the people who collapsed on the ground and threw them in front of the Erxiang Hall.
Song Mei, Yao Huang, and Wei Zi were all ordinary people with delicate bodies. Zhou Ji gently put the three down as if they were fragile porcelain. As for the Taoist disciples with rough skin and thick flesh, the demon servants were even rougher and thicker. Demon maid, it’s not a big deal if you bump into each other. Just throw her down. You are resting on my legs and I am resting on your chest. They are in twos and threes.
Colorful peacocks shuttled through the void, and Zhou Ji's hands and feet were considered nimble, but the collapse of Liushi Peak was too fast, leaving him with extremely limited time. He had no time to search around, so he could only drag a few in front of the door and throw them back to Chishui Cliff for life or death. Whether it survives or dies, it all depends on destiny.
The vitality is getting narrower and narrower, and it is getting thicker and thicker. Following the three caves and four valleys, Guanri Cliff, Xiongzhen Cliff, Luming Cliff, and Shiliangyan have collapsed one after another. Only Chishui Cliff is left at Liushi Peak. The sand of time fills the world. The saplings of Creation are full of vitality and can cover a land with a radius of hundreds of miles, like an oasis in the desert, an island in the Dead Sea, and a ship in the ocean.
Zhou Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The saplings of Creation had limited magical power and were not able to protect the entire Flowing Stone Peak. However, if they gathered their vitality and maintained a corner of the Chishui Cliff, there would be no serious problems in a short period of time. This time, he made the right bet.
After Xiaobai Xiuwei died, he was the first to wake up. He realized that he had revealed his original shape, sitting in a cross-legged ball, with his clothes off to the side. He was in a state of embarrassment. His heart suddenly shuddered, and he quickly used his magical powers to transform into a human form again. His pretty face was slightly red, and his expression was Somewhat uneasy.
Zhou Ji stood next to the sapling tree of creation and said leisurely: "The world has returned to chaos, and the old events of the creation of the world are happening again, but now there is this variable. No one can see clearly what will happen next... However, this is a good thing after all. Right?"
Xiaobai's eyes were blank. Except for the Chishui Cliff at her feet, everything in the world was destroyed. She couldn't help but shudder, wrapped her clothes tightly, and asked: "How long will it take to reenact the creation of the world?"
The memorized articles from back then naturally came to mind. Zhou Ji glanced at her, smiled, and said: "The heaven and earth are as chaotic as chicken eggs. Pangu was born in it. Eight thousand years old, the heaven and earth were opened up. The clear yang is the sky, and the turbid yin is the sky. Earth. Pangu was in it, nine changes a day. God is in the sky, holy in the earth. The sky is one foot high, the earth is ten feet thick, and Pangu is ten feet long, so it lasts for 8,000 years. The sky is extremely high, and the earth is extremely high. Deep, Pangu is extremely long.”
Xiaobai blinked and asked in confusion: "Who is Pangu?"
"He is a divine man who created the world, a powerful man, a first-class true immortal."
Eighteen thousand years, another eight thousand years, that is thirty-six thousand years. Xiaobai was so worried that he always felt that something was wrong. He couldn't help but ask: "Then where did this Pangu god go after the creation of the world?" Already?"
Zhou Ji coughed, cleared his throat, and continued: "Pangu's dying incarnation, his breath became wind and clouds, his voice was thunder; his left eye was the sun, his right eye was the moon; his limbs and five bodies were the four poles and the five mountains; his blood was the rivers; his tendons were the earth. Inside; the muscles are the earth; the hair is the stars; the skin is the grass and trees; the teeth and bones are the gold and stone; the essence is the pearls and jade; the sweat is the rain; all the insects in the body are transformed into lumber meng by the wind." Without thinking, he memorized in a cadence. , and later he started laughing too.
Only then did Xiao Bai realize that he was joking and breathed a sigh of relief, "It would be very difficult to be trapped in this place for thirty-six thousand years."
"You can survive thirty-six thousand years, but this sapling of good fortune cannot last this long. I estimate that it will take at most a thousand years, and the vitality will be exhausted, and Chishui Cliff will not be able to survive."
Xiaobai asked tentatively: "Then ascend to the upper world?"
"Let's talk about it later." Zhou Ji's words were not to shirk. It was not difficult for him to leave this world alone. He only had to induce the world to reject his own body, and then he could escape smoothly. However, he had to help others to leave with him, but he had no way of doing so. Enter through the door.
The two talked for a while, and the Rakshasa girl woke up leisurely, rolled on the ground, and turned into a woman with picturesque features. Her feathers turned into brocade clothes, and she stared at Zhou Ji blankly, as if she was in shock. The power of heaven and earth is exerted on the body. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the burden. Zhou Ji saw that she could not recover for a moment, shook his head slightly and said to Xiaobai: "Go and have a look, wake up everyone who can, this is the world." , and we are the only ones left in the world.”
Xiaobai stretched his muscles and looked around. He saw Taoist disciples and little monsters lying on the ground. He ignored them and went to Qianxun Rock first. He woke up Chu Ge, Dong Qianli and Guiyun, and then came together. Go to the Erxiang Hall to meet Zhou Ji. The three of them were all sore and weak and could not stand firmly. They had no choice but to sit down on a flat stone to rest. They looked at each other with gray faces and a bit of embarrassment.
The Rakshasa girl finally regained her composure, supported her heavy body, and dragged the little demon up, who was lucky enough to escape. She patted, shook, pinched, and shook. Unexpectedly, before she could make a move, the parrot Ji Ge was the first to wake up. He flapped his wings and flew up half a foot, then fell heavily to the ground. He hit his chin on the rock and stammered vaguely: "This... this... this... to... Until... to the end..." The Rakshasa girl was distraught. She popped out a feather and turned it into a flexible ribbon, tightly binding its long beak. She could only blink and look at Zhou Ji pitifully.
Xiaobai was very careful and counted the heads one by one. Apart from Chu, Dong, and Gui, there were thirteen Taoist disciples who survived. Three of them were true disciples, six were outer disciples, and the remaining four were The "innate body" of a person who has just started is no different from an ordinary person. There are eleven little demons under the command of the Rakshasa girl, most of them are the spirit of birds, beasts, plants and trees. In addition, including the lively parrot Ji Ge, there are exactly the number of the earthly branches. Song, Yao, and Wei were all favored by Zhou Ji and rescued immediately. They were all weak women and suffered the least oppression from the power of heaven. Apart from being a little weaker, they were not seriously injured.
The sun, moon, and stars were all annihilated, and the last light disappeared before our eyes. Only the small saplings of creation emitted a misty white light. Everyone gathered under the tree and divided into three piles without thinking. The Taoist sect was led by Chu Ge, the monsters were led by Xiaobai and Rakshasa Nu. Song Mei, Yao Huang and Wei Zi gathered around Zhou Ji, not daring to look at those strange people. With demons.
There was silence all around, and from a distant unknown place, there were rumbling, rustling, and rustling sounds that became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared. This world, this square of heaven and earth, is unswervingly disintegrating into the sands of time. The power of chaos fills every corner and every inch of void. Only the place protected by the saplings of creation retains life, order and hope.
Zhou Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, unable to suppress his bad taste. He picked up the Xingchiao knife, knocked it on the stone, and said: "The most urgent problems to be solved are - eating, drinking, defecation, urination, and sleeping!"
