Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a gray Taoist robe, his face could not be seen clearly, it was not covered by anything, it was simply surrounded by the Dao, his realm was not enough, even if he saw the other person's face clearly, he couldn't remember it.

Zhang Xuansheng was a little stunned, perhaps this should be the first sword cultivator who raised the human beings in Nine Heavens World and the first one to leave.

It is also the existence he once had contact with in the current Nine Heavens Continent, the mysterious existence that left the Tianyuan Secret Realm, the dead Taoist priest in the mouth of Qiuqiu.

I saw the Taoist priest walking in the sword mound, and finally sat cross-legged in the center, just like Zhang Xuansheng now.

He sat for a long time, speechless for a long time.

Finally left a sigh, slowly got up.

He raised his hand and typed out a symbol, leaving behind the main peak where the sword mound is located.

Henry Zhang felt an inexplicable resentment in his heart. This dead Taoist priest had obviously reached the level of detachment, far stronger than those seniors who fought before.

Perhaps it is really the existence of the supreme taboo that the people of the Five Elements say. If it is him, he should be able to avoid this catastrophe in the Nine Heavens World, right?

But at that time, so many immortal emperors who walked out of Jiuxiao returned, why didn't this dead Taoist priest show up?

What's the use of going to the Sword Tomb to mourn after the catastrophe has passed for so long?

He stared at the dead Taoist priest closely, as if he was trying to see the other person's face clearly, and if he saw him in the future, he must ask clearly.

Including many things he has experienced, it seems to be related to the other party. What does this dead Taoist want to do?

When Henry Zhang was thinking a lot, the dead Taoist priest suddenly turned around, and his dark eyes looked at the void in the direction of Henry Zhang.

Zhang Xuansheng was shocked, no matter how he looked at it, the other party's gaze seemed to be looking at himself.

"Are you wondering why I didn't come back then?"

The Taoist sighed.

"Can you see me?"

Henry Zhang was a little suspicious, not sure if the other party just calculated that at some point in the future, someone would watch this memory at his location.

Or is it true that this Taoist priest can really span time, reverse cause and effect, and talk to people in the future.

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Henry Zhang, don't be surprised."

However, Henry Zhang's heart set off a huge wave, and the other party even counted his name?Or are you really talking to yourself in real time?

"It's just trails. Talking across time and rivers is nothing to me."

The Taoist spoke, and as he spoke, he sighed slightly as if he had thought of something.

Henry Zhang looked around again in shock, but suddenly felt that his vision was a little blurred, and after a while, he found that he had turned into an entity, not just a perspective.

And now he is no longer in the sword mound, but sitting face to face with the Taoist priest, in a small wooden house.

In front of the two of them was a table that seemed to be made of ordinary wood, on which was a set of stone tea sets. At this time, there was a pot of fairy tea, and a fire was burning underneath.

Misty mist rises from the spout, and a scent of fragrance permeates the cabin.

At this moment, Zhang Xuansheng was finally sure that the other party was really using great magic power to talk to himself across the long river of time.

"You should have a lot to ask, I don't have much time, so please ask briefly."

The Taoist made a cup of tea and handed it to Henry Zhang and said.

Henry Zhang calmed down, took the teacup, and asked, "Who is the senior?"

Chapter 330 Six: The Beginning of the Poor Dao

The Taoist who was asked this question gradually looked away, as if he was thinking about it.

After a long time, he said leisurely, "The beginning of the poor way."

Henry Zhang felt that he had experienced too much shock today, and he was a little numb at this time.

Yuanshi?Is it the Yuanshi Tianzun who created the world in the myths I read in my previous life?

But shouldn't he be a swordsman genius born in Nine Heavens Continent?

Zhang Xuansheng carefully observed Taoist Yuanshi again, but found that the other party did not wear a sword, and he did not seem to have the temperament of a sword repairer.

After reaching a certain level in kendo, there is indeed a saying that there is no sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart, but that is just a transitional state.

There is still a big difference in strength between a truly powerful swordsman with a sword in his hand and without a sword.

He doesn't know what the higher level is for the time being, but Yuanshi Taoist should not have the feeling of sword repair at all.

As if he could see through people's hearts, Taoist Yuanshi explained: "Pimpedao is not the fictional character you think. It may be that the legend of Pindao has been spread in the world and derived myths. The boy in Jiuxiao is just a It's just a poor third life."

Henry Zhang seemed to understand a little bit, and confirmed: "The world of mortals refines the heart?"

This is what he heard from the Five Elements Taoist.

"Probably that's what it means."

Taoist Yuanshi nodded.

Henry Zhang was about to continue asking, but he suddenly noticed a factor he had just overlooked, that is, Taoist Yuanshi seemed to be able to see through his inner thoughts, and the other party just mentioned "the kind of fictional character you think of"

This meant that the other party might have seen through his identity as a time traveler, but the other party's calm attitude seemed completely unsurprised, which made him feel puzzled.

"It's not that Pindao is being rude. This is the way I'm deducing now. Listen to the voice of all things. With your luck, if you really don't want Pindao to see your heart, Pindao won't be able to hear it."

Taoist Yuanshi smiled and said, meaning to tell Henry Zhang not to be angry.

"Did you bring us here?"

Henry Zhang asked the biggest doubt in his heart. The other party seemed to understand everything, and his cultivation skills were as good as the sky. Could it be that the time travel between himself and others was caused by Taoist Yuanshi?

Unexpectedly, Taoist Yuanshi shook his head and said: "This is not the work of a poor Taoist. I can figure out why you came here, but I can't tell you now."

Henry Zhang was a little depressed, these people couldn't speak well, and they always had to play charades.

"So why didn't senior help Jiuxiao at that time? Maybe senior was not born in Jiuxiao, but after all, when the world of mortals cultivated their hearts, they also had a share in the incense and fire, right?"

Zhang Xuansheng was puzzled.

Taoist Yuanshi sighed and said: "Pindao is not really invincible as you imagined. He was held back at that time. Even now, it is not the deity of Pindao who is talking to you."

"Stop it? Are other powerful creatures in that weird world fighting Senior?"

Henry Zhang asked, curious about the unknown areas of the strong.

"Strange world? Is that what you call them? Haha, it's quite appropriate." Taoist Yuan Shi laughed, and then continued: "You don't need to know the situation on my side, you just need to concentrate on the things in front of you That's it."

Henry Zhang was silent for a while, the other party thought that his strength was low, and judging from the meaning of Taoist Yuanshi's words, the strange world should have a more formal name, which may involve its original origin.

"I'm running out of time, and I can finally answer your question."

Taoist Yuanshi raised his head, moved his fingers slightly, and said.

Henry Zhang thought for a while, and no longer asked other questions out of curiosity. He only asked the most urgent thing that he needs to confirm: "About this catastrophe, how should Nine Heavens survive?"

Taoist Yuanshi picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, breathed out a mouthful of white air, and said, "You don't have a plan in mind, so just do what you want. Your luck has always been good and you will succeed."

After all, the white breath exhaled by Taoist Yuanshi expanded more and more, and he gradually disappeared into the ethereal.

Henry Zhang thought to himself, what kind of answer is this?He thought there would be a better solution.

"Don't you want to take a sip? This tea is very good."

It was the last echo in the air.

Zhang Xuansheng looked at the teacup in his hand, obviously the conversation had passed for a long time, but the tea in it was still not cold, and strangely maintained the most suitable temperature for drinking.

He raised his hand and drank the tea in it directly, his posture didn't look like he was tasting tea at all.

Without him, just chatting for a while, thirsty.

After drinking the tea, he seemed to feel much clearer in his mind, and all the depression and irritability in his heart before were swept away.

And it seems that he secretly feels that some of his aptitude has been changed, but he can't confirm it now.

Zhang Xuansheng raised his head, looked at the dome of the wooden house, and murmured: "There is a supreme taboo? Isn't he just an old man who likes to play sharply?"

………………

In Nine Heavens World, two years and nine months have passed since Henry Zhang retreated.

The intrusion of strange laws is getting faster and faster, from mortals to those cultivators in the Qi-entraining and spirit-gathering realm.

Recently, there has been a phenomenon that monks in the realm of refining gods have begun to be eroded.

The entire continent was lifeless, and many monks were in panic all day long. Some of them seemed to have resigned themselves to their fate, waiting for the reward of the final disaster.

Some Tianjiao refused to admit defeat, and worked hard to improve their cultivation in the last time.

This point, even Mo Shangwang in the upper realm is the same.

After he broke through to the fairyland, he found that some blood power in his body was gradually awakening. With the comprehension in Jiuxiao ol, the improvement of the realm can be said to be rapid.

At this time, he was standing on a mountain top of the Heavenly Snake Dynasty, with a rare serious expression, and a bit of anxiety in his eyes.

A few years have passed, and he is no longer the boy who loves to be a dog licking on the fairy net, but has become a game coach admired by many gods.

In reality, his strength has also reached the Immortal Venerable Realm, an achievement that his father never dared to imagine before.

But he was not very happy, but he really missed the days when he chatted and farted with his junior in the Shenfengmen, and researched which ingredients would be more delicious.

When I have nothing to do, I am posting water on Quxian.com, with a rhythm, and line up with a group of people.

That life was boring, but nothing to worry about.

He knew that the world of Nine Heavens was about to suffer a catastrophe, and he had visited several major forces, and wanted to ask the other party's Immortal King to help the lower realm.

But they were all rejected. Although he is very important to many forces in cultivating talents, as the saying goes, teach apprentices and starve masters to death.

Today, his role is no longer as obvious as it was back then. Everyone just gave him some face, maybe he is still used in some dungeons to open up wasteland.

"Peppa, you're here."

Mo Shangwang said calmly.

Chapter 330 Seven: Everyone's Response

Mo Shangwang didn't turn around, but he was already in the shadows.

That's because there is a giant behind him, blocking the sunlight.

A leg like a giant pillar stepped on Mo Shangwang's side.

"huh huh huh huh"

The sound waves came out, and the mountain trembled three times.

Mo Shangwang raised his head and looked at Paige with some gloom. The other party had obviously returned to his original appearance, but why could he still only bark like a pig?

Fortunately, he has a perfect score in pig language, and after spending a long time with him, he can understand what Page means.

At this time, Peggy was over a hundred feet tall, with pink and gray fur, and the skin under the hair faintly shone like dragon scales. Next to his long nose, there were two sharp teeth like divine spears.

Mo Shangwang was a little stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he was really hit by Junior Brother Xuan Sheng, that Peggy is not a pig, but the body is actually a primordial dragon elephant.

"Do you also want to go to the lower realm?"

Mo Shangwang asked in confirmation.

Paige's long nose landed on Mo Shangwang's shoulder, answering his question.

Yes, they have a way to lower the bounds.

At this time, both he and Page had reached the Immortal Venerable Realm, and with Page's special ability, they were sure to pass through the chaotic space, find the beacon of the Nine Heavens Continent, and enter.

Originally, if one wanted to find a beacon of a world in the boundless sea of ​​​​chaotic space, it would be very difficult. Even the Immortal King would have to deduce it for a long time, unless he had been there before.

And it was from there that Mo Shangwang and Paige came to the Upper Realm by accident, and Paige had already recorded the path.

At that time, Paige could defend himself by mobilizing his innate supernatural powers and the backhand left by the person who caught it, and brought Mo Shangwang safely to the upper realm.

Now that it is in the realm of Immortal Venerable, of course it can successfully bring Mo Shangwang back.

It's just that one person and one beast were still hesitating before, because they were in the upper realm and their status was relatively high, so they had naturally heard some things about the truth about the heaven and earth catastrophe in the Nine Heavens Continent.

With their strength, even if they go back, it will be a drop in the bucket. In the words he often scolds those newcomers in the game, it is a gift.

But he still wants to go back and have a look, the old man doesn't know what's going on now.

Although he believed in Junior Brother Xuan Sheng very much, judging from various signs, it is obvious that this catastrophe cannot be overcome by pure luck.