Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Chapter 746 Primordial God is Earth Mother

Ah Jiu looked back, and she saw through the old man at a glance.

It was the first time in the entire Yulongmen Ajiu met an old man who was attractive, and his cultivation base had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Before the old man walked in, the earth dragon turned into nothingness and hid in Jiu'er's space.

"Are you still blaming your uncle for punishing you too much? This is also your fault. They are all members of Yulongmen. Since there are high-level dragon souls that do not hand them over, they want to swallow them all. What they did is really destroying the wind of unity. .”

The old man's words are correct, full of strength, and his whole body exudes an impeccable energy.

"It's not the head of the sect, it's my uncle who is robbing..." Zihui immediately argued.

The old man waved his sleeves: "Don't talk about it, I know it all. Since you were lucky enough to meet the disciple of Zixiao Palace and healed you, forget about the past and hand over the dragon soul."

As soon as these words came out, Zihui and Meng Jiuer were both stunned.

It's not here to find Zihui, it's the Dilong who came to find her.

Zihui looked at Meng Jiu'er forbearance where there was a high-class dragon soul for him, as if he wanted to tell the truth but didn't dare, what if the head of the sect made things difficult for Miss Jiu'er.

At this moment, Meng Jiu'er took advantage of the time when the old man gave her a second glance, stepped forward and said:
"Zheng Chengfeng, that dragon soul is mine, why, such a big Yulongmen, do you still think you can't snatch it?"

As soon as these words came out, Zihui gasped, she actually called her by his first name, isn't she afraid that the head of the sect will send someone to snatch her earth dragon?

For a moment, Zihui was frightened hard, and stood on the spot in a daze.

Zheng Chengfeng's pupils shrank, and he looked at Meng Jiuer with his hands behind his back: "Do you know the old man's common name?"

He was not interested in the second part of Jiu'er's words, because someone had told him that the girl was going to take the dragon soul away, and Zheng Chengfeng came to find her by insinuating, wanting to get the dragon soul back himself.

Unexpectedly, this girl speaks arrogantly at such a young age.

Meng Jiu'er played with a lock of hair on her chest and said with a smile: "Not only do I know you, I also know that the only one of your ancestors who achieved the true fruit was Zheng Zhi. By the way, let's do the math..."

Ah Jiu pinched her fingers symbolically: "You seem to be the one hundred and eighth generation descendant of Zheng Zhi."

Zheng Chengfeng's pupils shrank rapidly, and he looked at Meng Jiu'er in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiuer shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that among the more than 100 generations of disciples, no one has cultivated. You, yes, at least this age has cultivated to the late Yuanying stage. If you retreat for eight or ninety years, Maybe it will be done, but if you pay too much attention to trivial matters in the world of mortals, I'm afraid it will affect Zheng Chengfeng's progress in your cultivation, and if you haven't completed it in a hundred years, you will really have to go to the ground to rest in peace."

"You... how do you know?" Zheng Chengfeng immediately spread his consciousness and wrapped Meng Jiuer.

Meng Jiu'er was not afraid of him watching, and even diverted her consciousness to let him see enough.

Zihui Gudong at the side swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he was sure that Meng Jiuer today is very different from before.

However, the head of the sect knew that Dilong was her, so how could he let her go so easily.

Unexpectedly, before Zihui's thoughts fell to the ground, Zheng Chengfeng suddenly stepped back for a walk, tapped his sword a few times tremblingly, and said tremblingly:
"You...you are the reincarnation of Wanmu?"

He saw Meng Jiuer's earth bead, and the person on the earth bead was the legendary Wanmu, the lord of all things.

"Mother Wan?" Zihui was stunned.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and get the old man's painting." Zheng Chengfeng faced Meng Jiuer who was smiling all the time, with cold sweat streaming down his back.

What he saw was Mother Earth, but he couldn't believe the facts before him.

"Which painting? Master, is it yours in the mechanism box?"

"Yes, let's go."

As soon as the words came out, he ran back quickly.

The air suddenly became heavy. He looked Meng Jiuer up and down. With his cultivation, he could definitely distinguish the illusion, but what if Meng Jiuer used illusion?
After all, she is a disciple of Zixiao Palace, so she must have practiced illusion.

Meng Jiu'er smiled faintly: "The head is doubting my authenticity? But if the head doesn't believe me, there is no need to go through so many troubles."

After Meng Jiu'er finished speaking, she walked towards the outside of the tower with big strides, and suddenly looked back at the words in her mouth. When she lowered her eyes, a huge figure of the Earth Mother appeared behind her.

The woman stood barefoot in the air, her white clothes fluttered, her face was full of kindness, and the cinnabar mole under her eyelids glowed red. Wherever she looked, hair grew everywhere, and wild flowers bloomed.

When the son came back, he froze in place.

Surprised, Xu Chengfeng grabbed the scroll and opened it tremblingly for comparison. For a moment, he was stunned and fell to his knees.

Zihui was terrified: "Master, you are..."

(End of this chapter)