Legend of the Cultivation God

"That... did Xiaoliu come back?" Zi Ming listened, and was ready to go. He just took a step and asked casually.

"Zi Yan's young master has not returned yet! And the little did not get any subpoena..." The soul hurriedly replied.

"Good!" Zi Ming nodded, with a hint of hesitation on his face, turned to look at Xiao Hua and others, seems to be thinking about what.

Xiao Hua saw Zi Ming’s expression, and his heart was awakened. He hurriedly said: “Midnight, Wu Lao is not here, after this, the village is full of respect, I wait... or avoid it first?”

Zi Ming smiled, shook his head slightly, did not answer Xiao Hua, and told the soul to say, "You go to sue Ji Man, tell me what I am coming back to see if I will meet you at the Welcome Hall!"

"Yes, small understanding!" The soul did not dare to neglect, went ahead.

Seeing that the soul went far, Xiao Hua whispered again: "It seems that the hundreds of souls led by Ziyan have not come back. Presumably, it is a fake to kill the drought and the gods. If you go out, you don’t know if Ji Man knows that Zi Yan’s goal is you! Moreover, those who have seen me, etc., have seen droughts and floods. Now, this witch village is only one person, no Wu’s support. ,I wait……"

Zi Ming added a little thought, and smiled bitterly: "According to Xiaosheng's knowledge, Wu Lao has never been out of the Tuzhai village. Who knows how his old man went out this time! Since Xiaosheng has returned to the post-Tiuzhai, he did not go in. As for the reason, Ji Manzhi does not know the purpose of Zi Yan, Xiaosheng can not judge, after all, from small to large, Ji Man is quite good for me! It is this soul lamp that she did not worry, not getting When the devil remembers, Xiaosheng can't judge!"

Then, Zi Ming is looking at the Zhumen on the gentle slope. One sentence: "Xiaosheng can only bet now! After the bet, Xiaoliu was condemned by the demon, and Ji Man did not enter with the spirit of my Mengshan. urn!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hua nodded. "In fact, the devil is not so easy..."

"Hey, I have to pull Xiao Daoyou to try the depths!" Zi Ming and Xiao Hua and others have already arrived before Zhumen, faintly said.

Xiao Hua looked up, but saw Zhumen a few feet. It is very grand, it is just pure red, it looks very flat, but this red is extremely weird, the eyes are swept, there is a feeling of inhaling the whole person! Around Zhumen. There are also buildings of the same color. On these buildings, some weird runes are drawn. In addition to the runes, there are some fist-sized patterns. After careful reading, you can see them clearly. This fist-sized pattern contains some extremely complicated and tiny stories. There are natives, souls, weird soul beasts, and radiant images of the gods.

Looking back from these places, Xiao Hua stopped his footsteps and smiled: "There is a place where there is water. Try to go through the water. Otherwise, Xiao Shidi, you... is the protagonist of today. Xiaomou is going to be behind the master Li!"

"Oh, okay! Big Brother!" Xiao Mao used to walk behind Li Zongbao and others. At this time, he listened and walked a few steps to Zi Ming's body, and Li Zongbao was also striding over, not much to say.

"Hey. I never thought that this step is so difficult! No one knows that this step is going... It’s life or death!" After the sigh of the child, the voice was very heavy, and he lifted his foot and passed it over the knee. High vermilion threshold.

"In the past, it was a vast sky!" Xiao Mao said behind the child, quite profoundly.

"Not necessarily?" Zi Ming has entered Zhumen, and after watching Zhumen is another huge square. Said, "May is coming over, but who knows that it is facing the calm sea? Or the sea of ​​bad waves?"

Xiao Hua heard quite awkwardly at the back, but no. The previous Zi Ming only thought about lighting up the soul lights, fighting for his own Ji Manzi, and finding the chance to resurrect the Midnight. But now, Zi Yan’s shot, all of a sudden tearing each other’s affection, this makes the child Ming sees that the calm post-Tids, in addition to facing the dramatic changes of millions of Mengshan, also face the test of family, the cruelty of power.

Perhaps Ziyan is not a former son, can he be affectionate? Still the previous family?

Walking through the square and passing through several palaces, Xiao Hua feels that he seems to have returned to Yu Leizong. Even the elegant glory of this palace and pavilion is far from the eight Leigong of Yu Leizong. Look at Li Zongbao, also with a look of horror on the face, yes, this is just a post-Tunzhai, the imposing manner of this palace can suppress the elephones and Yu Leizong, this million Mengshan... Hey, It’s really “not open”! ! !

Seeing that there is a splendid palace in front of it, some souls in front of the door are patrolling the value of the tour. Zi Ming will point his hand to the hand: "The front is the welcome hall of my back village, but wherever there is a guest, Wu Lao and Ji Man are In this hall, hospitality! Xiao Gongzi is a luxury than the descendants of the great gods, and even the loyalty of the drought, and later is the famous Wu Lao, who is famous for me, and it is worthwhile for me to open the Welcome Hall!

"Thank you for your son!" Xiao Mao had a smile on his face.

However, before the son of Xiao Mao came to the main hall with Xiao Mao, the red-red temple door did not open wide. Instead, the soul of the previous communication was standing there, and said: "Miss Yu, Ji Man, please Xiao Gongzi went to Huai Xin Ge! Her old man was there to meet Xiao Gongzi."

"Huai Xin Ge?" Zi Ming a sigh, a trace of dissatisfaction on his face.

"If the lady is fine, the little goes out to watch the value~" The soul hurriedly retire.

"Go!" Zi Ming waved his hand and faintly told him.

Waiting for the soul to leave, Zi Ming smiled and said: "Xiao Gongzi, all over the body is too full!"

"Nothing, everywhere is done, now Xiaomou name is not right, I have seen Jiman is to see the elders, Xiaomou has no idea!" Xiao Mao hurriedly comforted.

"Okay!" Zi Ming bite his lip and said, "The Huai Xin Ge is the place used by Ji Man to meet the Wuzhai Ji Mang of the Tuzhai after the meeting. Ji Man is doing this, it seems to be..."

"When you go, you know!" Xiao Mao felt a little unhappy, but could not say anything.

Sure enough, the Huaige Pavilion is indeed a lot smaller than the Yingbin Hall, but it is a two-story pavilion on the mountain, and there are thick trees under the pavilion, and there is no water flow that seems to be simple.

Walking along the corridor in front of the Huaige Pavilion to the front of the small building, a few black-skinned prostitutes were swearing, and Zi Ming and others sorted out the dress and went downstairs under the leadership of the prostitute.

But see this is an exquisite room of ten feet in size, some animal skins on the four walls, and some strange decorations, and then there are some calligraphy and painting!

"Silk~" With Li Zongbao entering the pavilion, his eyes swept away, and they fell on these calligraphy and paintings. They didn't feel a cold breath, and the hides and decorations were all over. They all had the breath of millions of Mengshan. Above are all traces of inscriptions, no one is green!

"Confucianism?" Thinking about the strange scenery that I saw before when I saw it outside, Xiaohua knew it clearly. After that, there was not only a soul repair but also a Confucianism in the Tuzai.

"Oh, chaos, chaos!" Xiao Hua sighed and closed his eyes. He really looked up at the top of the room...

"Zi Ming, are you coming back? How is the harvest?" A kind voice came from above, and Xiao Hua’s eyes fell there.

Sitting above the room is a white-haired old man. This old man is tall and tall. Although he sits on the floor with his knees, he looks like a tall man. The old man’s face doesn’t have too many folds, and it has a faint lustre. It looks similar to a middle-aged woman, but it’s a bit black and shiny, with a skin that is not white, and is similar to the black clothes on the old man’s body. .

However, the old man's face is very harmonious, coupled with this kind voice, people will feel a amiable feeling at once.

Xiao Hua’s eyes swept through this Ji Man, and his heart screamed, and he gave birth to a vigilance. Yes, although Xiao Hua did not use God to visit, even he knew that his spells might not be able to see the repair of this Ji Man. This Jiman is sitting quietly there, no different from the ordinary old man. There is no such thing as the Taoist high figure, and there is no feeling that the breath can not be measured. However, with this kind of real existence, Xiao Hua’s eyes can give birth to a feeling of high mountain elevation. This is just a feeling, an unexplained reason.

This is Xiao Hua’s first encounter with a million Mengshan, and the first high-ranking person who can’t measure it. Xiao Hua’s heart has a sense of powerlessness. It seems that even if he wants to work with this Ji, he doesn’t know how to It’s good to shoot.

Xiao Hua only took a look and immediately bowed his head. Today's protagonist is Xiao Mao.

"禀姬满!" Zi Ming did not dare to neglect, hurriedly stepped forward and prayed, "The baby has a big harvest this time!"

"Oh?" The old man brows his head and smiles. "Is it right if you are sure to ignite the soul lamp?"

“Not bad!” Zi Ming laughed. “The baby got a secret technique, and now it is sure to light up the soul lights!”

"Oh, is there such a mystery in this world? Can you light up the soul lamp?" The old man smiled and said, "This is really making the old man open his eyes!"

Zi Ming slightly bite his lips, thought for a moment, and said: "Yu Ji Man, baby... I used to hide some of Ji Mang, the soul lamp... It’s actually broken, and the baby went to the refining hole this time, please Master 出 took the shot and fixed the soul light!"

The old man’s expression was the same, and he still smiled: “Is it finally released? Unfortunately... this is the third time he has repaired the soul treasure. Is he afraid that he has returned to the embrace of the great god?”

Zi Ming’s eyes flashed, one word at a time: “The master of 轲沁 is back to the embrace of the great **** of the earth, but his old man’s kindness to the people of my ancestors touched the great **** of the earth, and when the great **** sacrificed the night , took him to his arms!"

"Oh?" The old brow was picking up, and actually put his hands together, and said to the sky, "Thank you for the great gods, it is really the eyes of the gods, so that you have a good ending!" (To be continued. If you like this work Welcome to the starting point to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m. Read.)