Fengshenzhi, I didn't want to fall in love with Nuwa

In the small courtyard, Wan Dao grew up on foot, his eyes were sharp, like a sword soaring into the sky.This person carries two swords on his back, and the sword intent unintentionally sympathizes with them, as if they are about to be unsheathed.

If this level of cultivation is placed in the prehistoric world, it is by no means weaker than the ancestor Styx.

Zishou was expressionless and said, "Where is the man?"

What he asked was the saint, not Su Mei.

Taoist Wan suddenly shouted: "Little Golden Immortal, it's really ridiculous, take him to me!"

During the shouting, three or four demon immortals rushed out from both sides, agitating the cultivation base of Daluo Jinxian, and the Lingbao in their hands released Ling Rui and suppressed aura.

At this moment, there was a cold voice from the top of Zizhiya: "I want to see him."

The voice was cold and crisp, and it was hard to tell whether it was happiness or anger.

Why did the saint want to see him?Wan Daoist's complexion changed slightly, and the sword intent on his body restrained.

And Zhang Zhengqing also had a strange expression on his face, thinking about the saint's intentions.

Zi Shou was stunned for a moment, although the voice just now was cold, but vaguely familiar.

When he thought about it carefully, the depths of his eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange look appeared on his face.

Taoist Wan and Zhang Zhengqing led the way to the top of Zizhi Cliff, in front of Biyou Palace.

Although Biyou Palace had been destroyed, a small dojo was rebuilt here with the will of a saint.

The dojo is located on the top of the peak, tens of feet high.The golden cloud held up, ethereal in the sky.There are Qionghua Yaocao planted around the dojo, and a faint scent of flowers hits the nose, which makes people feel happy.

Wan Taoist came to the door of the dojo, bowed and said: "Sage, the disciple has brought him to the palace."

A cold voice sounded from inside: "Let him in, you wait outside."

Taoist Wan and Zhang Zhengqing looked at each other and said in unison: "Yes."

Glancing at Zishou, he wondered if this person knew the saint?impossible!This is absolutely impossible!How could a sage know a little golden fairy?In case Taoist was thinking secretly.

Listening to the saint's voice, he didn't seem to be angry. Could this person be the lost disciple of the saint?If a sage wanted to kill a person, he wouldn't let him enter the palace... Zhang Zhengqing guessed wildly in his mind.

Zishou had a strange expression on his face. He had already guessed which saint it was, but he was not sure yet.

He jumped up to the castle in the air, pushed the door, walked into the dojo, and then closed the door with his backhand.

Passing through the dark corridor and bypassing the screen wall, I saw that there are still many orchid flowers planted around, and the fragrance is overwhelming.

"Come in." Li Zhong's cold voice sounded again.

Zishou went to the west chamber, crossed the golden gate, and saw the elegant and clean furnishings in the inner room, which were all books, jade and antiques.

When the pearl-foil silver screen was separated from the nine-flower hibiscus curtain, a girl with a graceful figure could vaguely see getting up from the bed and coming out from behind the screen.

The young girl was wearing a white underclothes, clinging to her exquisite and protruding figure, her temples were partly tilted, and her corolla was not finished.When he looked over, his autumn eyes turned and his face was like the morning glow.The skin is flawless and beautiful.

Although he had guessed for a long time, Zishou still couldn't help but lose his voice: "Peace!"

This shout can't help but make the woman in front of her let go of her aloof personality, smile openly, smile like a flower, and say in a soft voice: "Zi Shou... We haven't seen each other for a long time..."

Zishou walked up and couldn't help but hug her into his arms.

Pingxin's face was slightly red, and she took a deep breath, as if greedily feeling the breath on his body.

After being separated for many years and seeing each other again, some kind of emotion deep in my heart seems to erupt at this moment, and it is no longer locked in the depths like before.

The figure hasn't changed, that's right, it's my second wife...Zi Shou took advantage of the opportunity for a while, and then sat down beside the bed hand in hand.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both having the joy of reuniting after a long absence.

"Ping Xin, why are you here?"

"Zi Shou, why are you here?"

The two spoke at the same time, and laughed again.

Zi Shouxin said that they are so synchronized, she should be my wife.

"You speak first, I'll listen." Ping Xin gazed affectionately, with a gentle voice.

Zishou is now also highlighting what happened after entering the Western Rock Gate.

He stopped calmly, and when he heard that Nuwa was exiled by the incarnation of the Dao, he couldn't help but angrily said: "The incarnation of the Dao? What is that?"

This appearance has not changed, so it cannot be fake, Zishou secretly thought.

When she heard about the practice of socialism in the West, she showed a dazed expression again, and began to meditate.

When she heard about the Western Demon Kingdom, she fell silent.

After Zishou finished speaking, Pingxin nodded, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "My experience was much simpler. At that time, I entered another prehistoric world with you..."

At that time, after Pingxin entered the second parallel prehistoric period, he met Empress Houtu in the underworld. After the two chatted at night, they understood each other's world clearly.

Afterwards, Pingxin left the second parallel world, but encountered a strong enemy during the parallel world transfer, took a slap from that strong enemy, and fled to the second parallel world. What happened after that was similar to what Gu Qingluo said .

"Strong enemy? What kind of strong enemy? Also the incarnation of Dao?" Zi Shou couldn't help asking.

Pingxin's face was serious, and after pondering for a while, he said: "That person is wearing a black robe, half of his face is hidden in the hood, so he can't see clearly. That person's cultivation base is very high, I just took a slap from him He has been recovering from his injuries to this day."

Zishou frowned, Pingxin's cultivation was extremely high, higher than hers, could it be Hongjun's level?

Seeing the change in Zishou's expression, Pingxin shook his head slightly: "Hongjun doesn't even give me the feeling that he is as strong as that person. No one in this world dares to say that he has the highest cultivation level and has reached the top. Unknown."

Zishou nodded, secretly remembering this person in his heart.

"In other words, the reason why Su Mei is willing to catch you is because she saw your knife." Zi Shou said suddenly: "You gave Wanyi the Hunyuan Ziqi knife because you wanted me to come to see you, but you didn't want to see you at that time." I fell into a sinkhole."

Pingxin nodded: "I went to the Tiankeng after hearing the news, but I didn't see you."

Because at that time, I was caught by the Goddess Miaoyin.Zishou said in his heart.

The two reunited after a long absence, so naturally they had endless things to say.

"Pingxin, have you seen the bones in the Tiankeng?" Zi Shou asked suddenly.

Ping Xin pondered for a while, then nodded.

"Do you see anything?"

"Those were beheaded saints, suppressed by a stele gate, and gluttonous devoured their flesh and blood every day, preventing them from being resurrected." Pingxin said: "If there are only one world, there are definitely not so many saints. , I'm afraid they are saints from several worlds."

Zishou felt more and more uneasy when he heard the words, "Sages in several worlds? Why are saints suppressed? Who is going to suppress saints? Saints are immortal. Will you spend a lot of effort to suppress the saint?"

Ping Xin said: "I guessed something, but I'm not sure what I guessed is right."

Zishou immediately looked at her and asked her for an answer.

Ping Xin pondered: "The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a dog; the sage is not benevolent, and treats the people as a dog. Between heaven and earth, is it as thin as it is? It is empty and unyielding, and it will heal when it moves."

This sentence was said by Lao Tzu, to the effect that the heaven and the earth are fair to all things, just like treating a humble dog, let it grow naturally, fend for itself.

Pingxin continued: "Every universe has its own life, just like ordinary people, it will eventually usher in perdition. And the destruction of the universe will be an immeasurable calamity."

Zishou listened quietly, with a heavy expression on his face, the immeasurable calamity is the greatest calamity in the world.

Every five yuanhui is a measurable kalpa, each immeasurable kalpa is 8000 million measurable kalpas, and one yuanhui is 12 years.

In other words, the universe will usher in a major destruction every 311.04 billion years!

And this time the great destruction of the universe will destroy everything in the world and return everything to chaos, from which only saints can survive!

Even the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, who has not yet become a saint, has no chance of survival.

"You mean those saints' bones are saints who fell in countless calamities?" Zishou caught Huadian.

Ping Xin said: "There is a possibility. If my guess is correct, this peacock world is about to face immeasurable calamity. Have you noticed that in this world, you seem to feel the oppression of heaven all the time?"

"Yeah." Zishou nodded slowly.

When he came to this world, he felt that the pressure of heaven in this world was too strong, as if there was a powerful force crushing him from all directions at all times.

"If it is really immeasurable kalpa, don't the three supreme gods in this world feel it?" Zi Shou pondered.

"Whether it is the immeasurable kalpa is unknown, but the immeasurable kalpa cannot destroy the saint of heaven, and the possibility of those bones being destroyed by the immeasurable kalpa is extremely small." Ping Xin said.

Both of them felt that there was a thick fog in front of them. If they wanted to know the truth, they would have to go to the gate of the stele under the tiankeng and enter the world behind the gate of the stele.

"Sister Pingxin, over the years, the person I miss the most is Nuwa, followed by you. I am relieved that you are safe and sound." Zishou looked at Pingxin and said sincerely.

The corners of Ping Xin's mouth are slightly raised, this guy really doesn't know how to coax women.

But she also knew that Zishou had this character, and she was not angry, but felt a little joy.

"Speaking of which, when two people meet in peace, one should disappear, why didn't they disappear?" Liao Shou suddenly thought of this question.

Pingxin smiled and said, "I am Pingxin, and she is Houtu."

Zishou was taken aback for a moment, then laughed too.

Peace of mind and land, this is not a person.

A flat heart is a flat heart, and Houtu is Houtu.

"The Houtu in the second parallel prehistoric period is the mythical Houtu, that is to say, it is not a member of the Wu clan, but the Houtu Huangdi who rules all lands, that is, the Empress Dowager who inherits the sky and imitates the great virtues... In other words, The name is really long, how did I remember it?" Zi Shou thought to himself.

The two are not one, so naturally there is no risk of becoming one.

Ping Xin was probably tired from talking, so she stretched and lay lazily on the bed.

The model can be regarded as a ridge and a peak on the side, with different distances and heights.

Zishou said, "Ping Xin, I'm hungry."

"Ok?"

"Would you like to order me a bowl of longevity noodles?"

"Ok??"

Pingxin was stunned for a while, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes."