The beginning of the wilderness accepts Styx as godson

"Now, you should believe it, right?"

Stepping out of the chaotic space and standing in the sky above Erxian Mountain, Tong Tian said helplessly.

Yang Li snorted coldly, "If you were someone else, you would have been fooled, but I'm not as simple as you think. Let me ask you why I didn't arrive early or late. As soon as I doubted it, Erxian Mountain arrived ? Are you delaying time? Wait until I suspect that I can't hide it anymore, and then let us come out?"

"What am I procrastinating for?"

"Arrange helpers, rush to the vicinity of Erxian Mountain, and lay an ambush in advance!"

Tong Tian stared wide-eyed, "In short, no matter what I do, you doubt me, right?"

Yang Li sighed, "Who told you not to tell the truth? That expression just now was too suspicious."

"But I'm really not interested in ginseng fruit." Quan Ti justified.

Yang Li nodded, "Look, you're lying again."

Tongtian: "..."

Tong Tian: "Then I go?"

After all, Hongjun is still a master, and he has to go and see if he is summoned.

"You can't go, I reasonably suspect that you are leaving to move rescuers, and then besiege Erxian Mountain."

"Then what do you want me to do? Why do I feel that everything I do is wrong."

Tong Tian felt a little wronged, he worked so hard to follow Yang Li, yet he didn't trust himself at all.

Yang Li rubbed his chin, and felt that Tongtian's last sentence seemed to be right. Was he a little suspicious?
Perhaps, he shouldn't be discriminated against, even if he has a criminal record of defrauding himself of chopping firewood sword.

Maybe people have really changed their ways.

You know, without Tongtian leading the way this time, I really can't find Dixian Mountain.

"Master, what do you think?"

After thinking about it, Yang Li asked Huang Long.

He felt that his master was old and refined, and he was not like himself. He had a prejudice against Tongtian, so maybe he could see it a little bit more clearly.

Huang Long cautiously: "Can I not express my opinion?"

These two saints are arguing, how can he speak?
He knew that Uncle Tongtian was really not interested in ginseng fruit, but he didn't dare to tell the truth.

After all, this is against the views of the saint Yang Li.

Yang Li was a little displeased, "Master, can I have a strong posture? Straighten your back, raise your head, and speak louder."

"Oh." Huang Long squeezed out a smile, and stood up straight according to his apprentice's wishes.

"That's how you look like a strong man. Among us, Master, you are the strongest, so you have to be confident."

"Listen to your apprentice."

"Then master, tell me, is there any reason for me to doubt Tongtian?"

"Yes..." Huang Long just started, ready to follow Yang Li's words, but seeing Tong Tian glaring at him, he quickly added, "Yes...is there?"

Yang Li has a big head, this master is strong, but he doesn't have any opinions.

Are you putting it here?

I asked you, and you asked me why...

Forget it.

"Tongtian, I will only trust you once, I hope you will not let me down."

Yang Li looked at Tongtian with a solemn tone, "You don't blame me for doubting you. The fact that the ginseng fruit is the main thing is of great importance. We are friends, and I don't want to fall out with you because of this."

"You regard me as a friend?" Tong Tian was a little moved, he has a senior brother, but this is the first time someone calls him a friend.

"Of course, you are my friend."

"You are my friend too!"

"But...Tongtian, I thought about it. Didn't you just say that you want to leave? You go first. I will sort out the number of ginseng fruits later and notify you to share."

Yang Li felt that it was always a hidden danger for Tongtian to stay here, so he might as well leave first and feel at ease.

"Where is the good friend?"

Tong Tian was dumbfounded.

"That's how friends are, let's go, don't give it away, let's talk later!"

Yang Li greeted Huang Long and Kunpeng to quickly enter Magu Cave, and then closed the cave gate with a bang.

Is this what a friend feels like?
A touch of worry, sadness...

Tong Tian reflected on his current state of mind, feeling a little melancholy.

"Tongtian, come see me quickly!"

Hongjun's voice rang in his ears again, and there was a hint of anger in Gujing Wubo's tone in the past, which Tongtian had never felt in Hongjun.

For countless years, this master has given them the impression of the Heavenly Dao Saint as mysterious, powerful, ancient, omniscient, omnipotent, like the cold and ruthless Heavenly Dao.

But now, Hongjun also has emotions?

Tong Tian felt awe-inspiring, no longer delay, and flew out of the sky.

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Unlike Zhen Yuanzi, who was only in the quasi-sage realm, the speed with which the saints rushed from their own cave palace to Zixiao Palace was no slower than ordinary people walking from the house to the door.

Several beams of light fell one by one and manifested in Zixiao Palace.

When they came, they didn't need Haotian boy to guide them, they could go in directly.

"I don't know what's important about Master's call this time."

Taiqing Daode Tianzun, that is, Lao Tzu's eyes are half closed, falling into the palace, exuding a pure and distant breath.

Among the many saints, he is regarded as the elder brother. On weekdays, he seldom enters the world in the prehistoric times, but intervenes in power struggles, and his status is the most detached.

But he knew best in his heart that it wasn't that he wasn't interested in Hong Huang, but that it wasn't the time for him to settle yet.

The opportunity for his Taoism should be on the human race.

It is still far away from the great prosperity of the human race.

However, Lao Tzu unexpectedly discovered that the luck of the prehistoric human race is getting stronger and stronger. He made a little observation a few days ago, and found that the current luck of the human race is silent, surpassing many powerful groups, only in the monster race, Under the witch clan.

This is a bit strange.

There are not many monks in the human race, and their individual strength is also poor. In the past, they were considered to be the middle class in the wild, but now there are signs of the third in the wild, and I am quite curious.

Among other things, there is still the Asura clan in the Nether Blood Sea.

The Patriarch Styx, the Four Great Demon Kings, countless Demon Generals, and Heavenly Demons are definitely stronger than the human race.

Although strength does not fully represent luck, he was still surprised that the human race could surpass the Asura race.

I was thinking about something in my heart, but at this moment I still noticed that there is still one saint short of arriving at Zixiao Palace.

Tongtian didn't come.

Since Master Hongjun summoned them to gather, there should be no shortage of them.

Tongtian has not arrived yet, something is wrong.

Even in a foreign world, relying on the guidance of Master's voice, he can cross countless starry skies and descend quickly.

The rest of the saints also noticed that Tongtian was missing.

Different expressions.

Only Nu Wa vaguely guessed that this might have something to do with Saint Yang Li again.

All the saints came here, and after paying homage to Hongjun, they all nodded at each other without speaking.

Hongjun was also silent.

After a long time, Tongtian still hasn't arrived.

All the saints were a little surprised at this time.

Even Lao Tzu, who cultivates the way of inaction, advocates the great way of inaction, and is pure and natural, also has doubts in his eyes.

This junior brother is really too courageous.

Didn't you listen to Master's call?

Sensing that there was something strange about the quasi-sages below, Hongjun was expressionless, but angry in his heart, and once again hooked up with the Dao of Heaven.

"Tongtian, come see me quickly!"