I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

The words are divided into two ends.

They had crossed the mountains and arrived at a small market town.

The old scalper walked over with leisurely steps, and the cart behind him was pulled over together.

Meng Xiaoying took the two leaves off her eyes slowly, rubbed her eyes, and said in a daze: "Have you arrived?"

The white-bearded old man looked at this scene and was happy all of a sudden.

"I'm not talking about you, Yingwazi, since you're going to join that chivalrous organization, how do you feel like you're leisurely parade along the way.

Meng Xiaoying subconsciously replied: "Is there any conflict between the two?" The

white-bearded old man: "..."Looking

at Meng Xiaoying, who tilted her head and asked sincerely.

The white-bearded old man suddenly felt that it was a mistake for him to ask her.

So he turned his head to look at Hua Wujue:

"Fellow Daoist, if you walk about thirty miles, you can complete your dart this time."

Hua Wujue raised the hat upward, and then said calmly: "Well, after betting on the dart, you can end this trip." The

white-bearded old man's eyes immediately lit up: "That..."

Of course, Hua Wujue knew what the old man wanted to say, so he no longer hid it: "I have worked for my underworld for thousands of years, and I can share it with you." The

white-bearded old man was immediately stunned.

I have been working in the prefecture for thousands of years....

Good fellow, you must know that his identity is the master of the long river of time.

The only one who is in charge of countless hours.

You actually want him to work for the underworld for a thousand years?"

Hua Wujue glanced at him: "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter, then we don't have to go the same way next." The

white-bearded old man's expression darkened suddenly.

He said why the other party has been unhurried, carrying such a valuable thing in his arm, and he can not help but not open it.

Although knowing that this is an unequal deal.

The white-bearded old man still broke his teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, and said bitterly: "I've been following me for so long, and it's not bad for a while."

Hua Wujue smiled.

Naturally, you don't have to talk too much when dealing with smart people.

Isn't a thousand years just a moment for him?

"Well, I won't let you do it in vain, I can give you the name of a deacon of the underworld. Hua Wujue said.

The white-bearded old man was silent: "Is it possible, it seems that there is no difference between you giving it to me and not giving it to me." "

Deacon, what kind of position is this, it has no practical role, and there is no specific responsibility, but it is just a nominal elder.

Who knew that Hua Wujue nodded seriously: "There is a difference, I gave you this title, and others will know that you are from my underworld." The

white-bearded old man was stunned for a moment, and then understood the purpose of this.

"It seems that the situation in the underworld is really not optimistic. The

white-bearded old man sighed softly.

Hua Wujue was able to say such a thing, which showed that the underworld was indeed weak to an extremely dangerous point at present.

External aid must be needed to quickly fill up the internal combat force.

What could be more powerful than his Lord of Time?"

The

white-bearded old man said solemnly.

Then I heard him say with some regret: "The underworld shouldn't have been like this....

Hua Wujue's expression was flat: "But the fact has happened, all I can do is to let everything that collapsed be rebuilt again." The

white-bearded old man frowned, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes: "I believe you understand better than me that the price brought by stirring the long river can only be the original ripples being smoothed out and the ripples of the new ones rippling.

Hua Wujue was silent, and then suddenly laughed: "What does it matter, I at least did what I wanted to do." The

white-bearded old man was stunned, and then looked in that direction.

Meng Xiaoying was teasing Xiao Tong with a wicked smile, Xiao Tong ignored it with a cold face, and let the cat's tail grass scratch around his face, but in the end he didn't hold on, and a sneeze came out.

"I see. The white-bearded old man suddenly became depressed: "But is it worth it for you to do this?"

The tributaries that belonged to the original history will be completely subverted.

Hua Wujue is a person who will probably not exist in the history of subversion.

"I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Hua Wujue just shook his head slightly: "But then I found out that from the moment I came to the underworld, I couldn't leave."

"The underworld is my home.

"If everything can be beautiful, I want the home to be whole forever. The

white-bearded old man was in awe: "You are a real person." "

You... Worthy of everyone's respect. "

People have seven emotions and six desires.

There is a good side and a bad side.

What will become of the flood in the future, it is impossible for the lord of the long river not to know.

But he couldn't change that.

Or that he can't afford to change the future at such a huge price.

The white-bearded old man asked for no reason, "Can you really hold on?"

The unconsciously complexion of flowers... is gradually pale.

Time will not allow anyone to change without permission, and those who change will be punished by time.

Countless epochs from now on.

Because of him, he changes, and the punishment is naturally superimposed by countless eras.

The power of time is inexhaustible to wipe him out.

Let him leave this disturbed time once and for all.

Bearing the power of erasure of countless eras alone, even a white-bearded old man would not dare to imagine.

The reason why the child had the idea of wanting to make a move before.

Precisely because of knowing this.

The power of erasure of countless eras, he didn't believe that Hua Wujue could still compete with him.

"Well, that's it. The white-bearded old man sighed one after another: "Since you have made your decision, I will not say anything more." "

The white-bearded old man came out this time, in fact, he has a very important purpose.

That's... Persuade the flower to be unconscious.

Now it seems that there is no need for it.

He was even drawn into the grand prelude to change history.

The subsequent flood was infiltrated by the extraterritorially very strong.

Isn't the so-called program group of the flood famine the result of a strange invasion from outside the territory at all? However,

it seems that no one in the flood famine has broken this point.

In other words, Hong Huang has long not known the difference between extraterritorial and self.

Harmonious coexistence?

There are smart people who know the plans outside the territory, but it is about the flood famine, even if the flood famine is really completely integrated and annexed, they will not suffer any accidents because of this.

It can only be said that it is....

The land where their ancestors lived for generations is no longer in their hands.

They may want to rebel.

But strength does not allow it.

After all, at that time, even Pangu's spirit body was controlled.

has become the "rule" of the so-called flood program group

, "Old man, although my bones are old. The white-bearded old man smiled slightly: "But it is not your hard bones."

(I don't know if you understand this one, the change of time has a price, the original history, Meng Xiaoying and most of the people in the underworld died, and now because of Hua Wujue, they re-exist, as a price, Hua Wujue has to bear the backlash of changing everything)

(like the butterfly effect, it triggered the self-correction of the long river of time, but the power of this correction was borne by him alone.)

(The most important thing is that it is very likely that because of his interference, he has never appeared in the back...) ）