I know this ancient god

The two people, each with their own agenda, said goodbye to each other.

Tang Xuan was sent off the list of gods.

A man with an indifferent face appeared next to white-robed Hongjun.

Baipao Hongjun said without looking back: "What's wrong? Can't wait to go outside and become the Emperor of Heaven?"

The indifferent man is Hongjun in black robe after his disguise.

A hazy halo spread around him, and after the halo dissipated, a face exactly like that of Bai-robed Hongjun was revealed.

"Why not kill Jiang Ziya?"

Black-robed Hongjun's voice was like the ice in the Nine Nether Hells. Just hearing it could make the blood flow in a person's body sluggish and his thinking sluggish.

He even changed his appearance and was waiting to go to the main world to become the Fengqiu Heavenly Emperor. However, something like this suddenly happened, disrupting his plan and making him very unhappy.

Baipao Hongjun sighed softly: "Things have already happened, what can you change even if you kill him?"

Black-robed Hongjun raised his eyebrows and said, "It can relieve the anger in my heart."

The two of them exuded completely opposite auras, like the polar opposites of yin and yang, ice and fire.

The white-robed Hongjun was silent for a few breaths. He slowly stood up and turned to look at the realm outside the light. The darkness was driven away by his gaze, revealing the lifeless scene it concealed.

Countless immortal bodies were sitting facing them, some of them so badly rotted that their eye sockets were even sunken into a pair of black pits.

"Because of our decision, the prehistoric continent was torn apart, allowing Chaos to annihilate most of the living beings. Now there are very few immortals left." White-robed Hongjun said slowly, "If you can kill one less, there will be one more."

"So you have to keep the rebellious people?"

The eyes of black-robed Hongjun were piercingly cold.

"Jiang Ziya is not rebellious, he is just dissatisfied with our current situation and has given up on himself." White-robed Hongjun turned to black-robed Hongjun and said, "There are many such immortals, and they will do the same thing after they go out. You have to Did you kill them all?"

There was strong malice in the eyes of black-robed Hongjun, and his eyes clearly told his answer to white-robed Hongjun.

White-robed Hongjun sighed quietly: "They have just lost themselves temporarily. I believe that when the ancient times prosper again, the way of heaven comes to the world again, and the immortals can live freely in the world again, they will understand us."

Black-robed Hongjun said coldly: "I don't agree with your words, I can only hope so."

Baipao Hongjun nodded and said, "Go back and rest. When you can go out, I will send a message to you."

"good."

A black-red light rose at the feet of the black-robed Hongjun. After the light dissipated, he disappeared.

Only Baipao Hongjun was left standing alone on the high platform. Baipao Hongjun looked straight at the direction where the immortals' bodies were spreading, and felt some kind of atmosphere that made him depressed.

Bai-robed Hongjun suddenly asked into the air: "My dear, is the path we decided on the right one?"

The sound drifted farther and farther, became softer and softer, until it disappeared completely.

No one answered his question.

Baipao Hongjun's expression did not change at all, as if it was normal to not get an answer, but he still stared in that direction, as if he was expecting an answer.

In fact, he and black-robed Hongjun are not Hongjun. They are Hongjun's thoughts of good and evil.

At that time, Taoist Hongjun forcibly cultivated the small world when he was seriously injured. In order to make the small world take shape, he had to integrate himself into it and become a life similar to the way of heaven. He used special methods to leave them to manage the small world.

With the shortage of energy in the small world, Taozu Hongjun's consciousness also fell into a coma that lasted for several epochs. Before the coma, Taozu Hongjun entrusted them to lead the immortals out of the predicament on his behalf.

It's been their mission ever since.

They want to free the immortals from the embarrassment of being trapped in the small world no matter what. To achieve this goal, good people learn to make evil decisions, and evil people also learn to think like good people.

They were born based on good and evil, and the blurring of good and evil would shake the foundation of their existence. They paid a heavy price for this, and they have reached the end of their lives at this moment.

If they still fail to complete their mission in this era, they will never have another chance.

So they decided to plunder the energy of this era to replenish the small world, but they didn't know whether this decision was correct.

There is no doubt that their actions will cause irreparable damage to the creatures of this era and lead this era to destruction.

This is certainly in line with the needs of survival, but the pursuit of immortals is far more than just survival. They also pursue Tao, etiquette, and flawless selves.

Baipao Hongjun couldn't understand these, but he knew that these were as important to the immortal as survival.

If some immortals knew about his and black-robed Hongjun's plans, they would take the initiative to end their lives, even if they had been suffering for countless years waiting for the revival of the ancient world.

And the remaining immortals have lost their way, abandoned their etiquette, and forgotten themselves. Can such immortals still be called immortals?

Are they helping the immortals or destroying them?

During this period, Baipao Hongjun often thought about what he would do if he were still awake. Would he approve their actions?

Hongjun in white robe looked confusedly into the depths of the small world and stood there without saying a word for a long time.

"You're faster this time than last time."

As soon as Tang Xuan stepped out of the list of gods, he heard such words that caught him off guard.

Lin Wan asked with concern: "How was the discussion?"

"The discussion was not bad. Let's inform the leader to make the sub-god-like Zhao Gongming first." Tang Xuan replied, "Hongjun and I have reached a verbal agreement. If Zhao Gongming inspects here and confirms that the federation has neutron battle stars and advanced civilizations, information, the Immortal will make big concessions.”

Lin Wan said happily: "Then the deal is concluded?"

Tang Xuan nodded thoughtfully: "That's right. Hongjun took care of his own mistakes and didn't argue too much with me."

After leaving the list of gods, he recalled Baipao Hongjun's behavior and expression during the previous conversation. He vaguely felt that Baipao Hongjun seemed to have something on his mind, which made him a little distracted when discussing new conditions and did not argue with him.

Lin Wan nodded and said: "The psychiatrist just said that our contaminated diplomats are receiving treatment and will be able to get rid of the mental influence in a short time."

Tang Xuan was slightly startled: "Are they okay?"

"That Jiang Ziya's mental deception is on the surface. Even without treatment, his favorable impression of the immortal will naturally subside after ten days and a half." Lin Wan paused for a moment, "What's going on with that Jiang Ziya? Hongjun and Did you explain it?"

Lin Wan had many questions in her mind. She already felt that these diplomats could not be saved.

"Hongjun said Jiang Ziya was crazy, which is a special case, but I think there may be another hidden meaning in this matter." Tang Xuan paused, "I now suspect that Hongjun cooperated with us to strengthen their small world. He wants to start from We take away the energy here to replenish themselves.”