Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 989 Demon Seeds Naturally Formed (23)

"No? Why do you think no? Do you know what he's done before?"

"How do I know if you didn't tell me?"

Good job, go back around.

Seeing the anger on Qingsang's face and the resentment that has nowhere to vent, Aowu felt that he was the perfect person to confide in.

Anyway, he is a stone, full of patience, he can listen to any long story.

Qingsang looked at the darkness in front of her, leaned back slowly, leaned against the wall, and sighed deeply, many distant but clear memories appeared before her eyes.

That was something she would never forget.

This stone dragon really aroused her desire to talk.

But it's okay, let him see whether the Buddha he worships and yearns for is a real Buddha or a fake Buddha.

"The first time I met Zhou Ye was 10 years ago."

"One hundred thousand? Is Zhou Ye that old?"

Qingsang glanced at him coolly.

Aww immediately deflated and didn't dare to speak anymore.

But curiosity burrowed in his heart like a bug, but the Qinglong uncle in front of him was an old man with a weird temper.

Forget it.

Can't tell, such a young and beautiful girl has lived for 10 years.

Aww, I felt a little lost for no reason.

One hundred thousand years old.

As big as a dragon mother...

Qingsang continued to talk, the girl's voice was a bit dark and hoarse, which could easily attract all the attention of others.

A past that was forgotten by many people slowly unfolded, Aowu squatted beside him, his pupils gradually dilated.

"My God..."

At this moment, in the Poxu Palace, in the Fa Dao Hall.

The bamboo house is lonely, and in front of the small window, there is a touch of white clothes better than snow, and the jade-like face is facing the dense clouds that have not changed for millions of years, and the waves are calm, just like this sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

This has never changed, the enemy has survived the vicissitudes of life, the wheel of time does not pass here, and he has been forgotten for more than 300 million years.

The man looked outside, obviously looking at the scene of a million years, but looking at it now, it is a bit more interesting.

He lowered his eyes, and in the snow-white palm, the remnant soul jumped.

There is a hint of tenderness in the shallow eyes of the ancient well that has not wavered for thousands of years.

"You're back with me again."

The man spoke, his voice clear and clean.

The remnant soul is ignorant, just chasing the pure scent on his body, cuddling and getting close.

His eyes were slightly bent, looking at her dependence on him, with a bit of helpless self-deception.

"Won't let you go."

At this time, the small door of the bamboo house behind him opened automatically, and the thick fog from outside rushed in, quickly covering the ancestor's feet.

The golden bell on the foot rang, and the crisp sound broke the silence.

The ancestor looked back and watched the sea of ​​fog rise and change slowly. A human face emerged, covered with clouds and fog. When he spoke, the entire Nine Heavens reverberated like a bell.

"As a Dharma Buddha, you don't care about the lower world, what should you do?"

This voice carried judgment and surveillance, mixed with several angry voices.

Outside the window, the calmly flowing dense clouds began to boil and roll, changing and crazily rushing towards the house.

The golden bell shook violently, and as the bell rang, the ancestor's face, which had always been calm, showed a painful expression.

He was still standing by the window, his slender fingers gently protecting the remnant soul in his palm.

"You hold the Dharma Buddha, this is the will of the ancestors, and it cannot be violated!!"

The ancestor raised his eyes and looked at the angry face in front of him.

The golden bell continued to ring, and a blush flashed across his pale and cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)