Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Xiaoyu nodded silently, looked down at her hands, and whispered:

"...the energy is not enough...

The weather has been bad these days, and I haven’t seen the sun much. I was looking for you, locating, driving, and even had a fight with a silly girl. Now I don’t have much energy...

The three of them are all monsters, and sending them through time and space consumes more than ordinary people. With my remaining energy, I can only send one back at most...

How about... let's send the Bull Demon King back first, shall we? "

"energy?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin seemed to realize something, looked down and lowered his head, like a good child who had done something wrong, Xiaoyu who blamed himself, sighed lightly, and took her into his arms.

"...It's my fault. With such an unreliable master as me, I made you worry..."

Saying that, he looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky, raised his eyebrows and asked:

"...is it just light?"

In Wang Xuebin's arms, Xiaoyu, who is as well-behaved as a silly girl, nodded gently.

"...As long as it is light, sunlight is the best, and other lights can also replace it, but it is not as fast as sunlight to recharge..."

"Sunshine?"

He closed his eyes lightly, sensing the dark clouds covering the entire three provinces in the Northeast, and then slowly opened his eyes, revealing a dazzling edge.

"Then let the sun shine!"

As he said that, he turned his hand into a claw shape, aiming at the sky from afar.

The profound art in the body moves with the heart, and the obscure information flow, with Wang Xuebin at the heart, spreads out turbulently like a roaring ocean.

Everyone, including Xiaoyu, fell under the huge information flow. Everyone present seemed to have turned into sculptures. Under the influence of information, they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

In an empty room, a round table was placed in the middle, and around the round table, there were sharp knives standing upright, shining with a cold edge.

Xiao Chuchu stood on the table in a daze, looking around tremblingly, thinking about where she was and why she appeared here.

Just at this moment, a man walking like a tiger pushed the door open and walked in, with his back facing the glaring light outside, he clasped his fists in both hands and shouted loudly:

"... Wang Xuebin of the grandson family, came to pay a visit, and I hope that your honor will not hesitate to enlighten me, please..."

Seeing the person who was dressed in elegant robes but still couldn't conceal his bravery, Xiao Chuchu froze there.

"Wang... President Wang..."

On the top of Huashan Mountain, Xiaoyu stood quietly on a piece of bluestone, looking at a few people wearing Song Dynasty costumes who were fighting fiercely not far away, hiding their figures, and said nothing.

After a while, the winners and losers were decided, except for the old and the young who were still confronting each other, the rest of them were powerless to fight anymore.

One is old and the other is young, one is pure and peaceful, the other is sparkling, one wields a sword and the other uses fists, and they stand against each other in court, with an imposing manner.

"...you are harming the country and the people...I am for the eternal prosperity of Han Dao..."

In an instant, the two flew up, fists and swords intersected, and the stone was shocked!

"...This is... your past..."

On a sunny day, with bamboo groves and herbs, on the lake with shimmering waves, in the quaint gazebo, on four stone chairs, there are three people who are talking and laughing.

One is the Guanyin Bodhisattva in white clothes and bare feet, the other is the God of Cookery in the movie, and the other is Wang Xuebin, whom he is relatively familiar with...

To be honest, Zhu Bajie couldn't figure out how these three people got together, but watching them communicate, it is obvious that their relationship is not unfamiliar.

"...Come on, sit down, little brother, let's have some food together and try my handicrafts?"

The sudden sound made Zhu Bajie tremble in fright. He turned his head to look, but it turned out that it was the God of Cookery, patting the empty seat between him and Wang Xuebin, looking at him and greeting him with a smile.

Beside the God of Cookery, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva was also smiling, as if feeling his gaze, he also raised his head and smiled at him without any surprise.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Bajie gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, sat opposite Wang Xuebin, took the offal noodles from the God of Cookery, and asked in a deep voice:

"...you... who the hell are you, is what I see now real or fake?"

Hearing Zhu Bajie's words, God of Cookery and Avalokitesvara looked at each other and laughed together. Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva put down the sandalwood chopsticks in his hand, clasped his hands together, saluted dignifiedly, and said softly:

"...how can there be any truth or falsehood?

Whether it is true or false, it does not depend on the situation, but on your discrimination...

It should be known that there is no difference between all dharmas in the world. When they are present, they are empty, and all dharmas are ultimately empty. Really?Fake?What's the difference? "

Listening to the words of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, and tasting the various aspects of life in the bowl, Zhu Bajie rolled his eyes, posing a pious posture, stood up, clasped his hands together, and saluted respectfully.

"... Amitabha, what the Bodhisattva said is that the disciples have the aura. The disciples must practice with all their heart, arouse the Bodhi mind, take advantage of the power of great vows, improve their Taoism, and realize Bodhi early. May the Bodhisattva be merciful and protect, and give the old pig some treasures to protect the way. Bar……"

Seeing Zhu Bajie's posture, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva couldn't help but sighed, shook his head, smiled slightly, and waved his hand lightly.

"...you lazy bastard, go back and get your scriptures..."

"...Where is this...?"

In the castle full of fantasy colors, He Lan slowly strolled through it, chatting and discussing lively portraits, regardless of her existence as an outsider.

She just walked slowly, passed through the foyer, and glanced into the splendid auditorium. In the auditorium, a woman in a jewel green gown with a serious and rigid expression was standing in front of the concierge table and talking.

"...Professor Gu Yi, you will conduct the school anthem this year, what do you think?"

"no problem!"

He Lan was startled when a familiar voice sounded, and hurriedly looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a man wearing a simple and elegant wizard robe, stood up from the concierge seat, came to the side of the woman confidently, pulled out a magic wand, raised it slightly, and the magnificent music sounded...

"... Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please give us knowledge, whether we are bald old people or children with broken knees..."

The singing reverberated in the splendid auditorium, and it had the air of a symphony. Looking at the scene in front of him, He Lan froze in place...

"...This...is this...Harry Potter?"

"...huchi...huchi..."

The endless darkness, everything is hazy, I know it exists, but I can't see it clearly anyway, even if the person who wants to see it is the super powerful Bull Demon King...

The Bull Demon King hugged his arms with both hands, and walked forward step by step. He wanted to use his mana to fly, but he unexpectedly found that his mana was rejected by the world...

In the past countless years, he has never encountered such a thing. He couldn't imagine that a hard currency like mana would be rejected by the world...