Theism

It's like the eternal day in the fairyland. He is used to seeing the day, and he usually doesn't think there is anything unusual about it, but now that the warm and bright light hits him, he realizes how rare it is.

Like the darling of light, he gave him the most beautiful mouth and warm things. In comparison, the daytime felt by others is like a kind of charity, anyway, Zhizhu has never seen such a situation.

When the hazy light and shadow dissipated, a figure appeared in front of everyone. His long light golden hair was dragged down to his ankles, and his platinum robe was naturally dragging to the ground. The golden light was still dancing around him, and the dots of light were not willing to disperse. .

He lowered his head, and when he raised his head, he saw a shockingly beautiful appearance, which seemed to be harmonious and natural, giving people an involuntary sense of intimacy, ordinary words used to describe his beauty would be considered vulgar .

It can only be said that he is like this, no one can match him, after all, no matter how beautiful others are, there is always a limit, but he is not, his beauty has already surpassed the limit of flesh and blood.

The face that is as white as jade is as translucent as if it was shining with light. The originally extremely cold temperament has added a pair of peach blossom eyes abruptly, adding a little more vulgar soul-stirring, but it has never had any charm. The crimson vermilion lips are also half-pursed, neither sad nor happy, and a pair of misty pupils are like green stems in flowers, bright but full of vitality. It's a pity that the eyes are dull, no matter how beautiful the eyes are, they stop here .

His pupils clearly reflected everyone's figures, but no figures could enter his eyes. God's eyes would not stay for anyone, and so did he.

The moment he raised his head, everyone who saw his pupils was shocked. From then on, the gods must not be profaned, which became a law they would never forget. However, in an instant, everyone lowered their heads.

Only then did Yingzhu look away, and he walked slowly towards Tianzun Weiyun, his white feet protruding from his robe, only a few steps away, Weiyun raised his head and watched him coming.

"I'm back, it's good to be back." Tianzun Weiyun looked very pleased and emotional, but his eyes still felt neither sad nor happy.

Ying Zhu nodded slightly, and said nothing. For thousands of years, the only thing he remembered was Tianzun Weiyun. At the beginning, he woke up because of a crisis. Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, he rushed to the lower realm without stopping, and with Weiyun It can be regarded as a one-sided relationship.

"Let's go, the palace has been prepared for you." Tianzun Weiyun signaled him to leave with him. His residence has been prepared a long time ago, and today can be regarded as the official opening. Yingzhu's return this time should also be very soon. It took a long time to fall into a deep sleep, and it was time for him to catch some ground energy.

Yingzhu also seemed to understand this truth, and naturally wanted to go with him, but when he bypassed Weiyun and walked to Mu Zhao's side, he suddenly stopped and turned his head slightly to look at her.

The people next to her were naturally very puzzled, but they did not dare to breathe. Mu Zhao naturally continued to lower her head without the slightest fear, and Wei Yun seemed to have expected this scene long ago, only hearing him He said calmly, "She is that person."

Tianzun Weiyun spoke very vaguely, but who could there be, the one they both knew at the same time was that person, the only dawn that guided him back then, the person he and Ying Zhu kept pursuing.

However, no matter how many catastrophes experienced by Yingzhu Lower Realm, when he came back, he returned to his previous state, that is to say, he never remembered that the person in front of him was once what he sought and loved.

But no one would take the initiative to bring up this matter, even Mu Zhao. To her, it was nothing more than a series of scams. She has been washed by rootless water many times to get to where she is today. Even if you remember it clearly, there is only one fact left.

So Yingzhu just said: "Where is the golden lotus with you?"

"Yes." Mu Zhao raised his head and looked at him, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and his expression was indifferent. She looked more like a beautiful but lifeless puppet than Ying Zhu, after all, even her eyes were like this light.

The golden lotus was Yingzhu's body at the beginning, but later when he went down to the realm, Mu Zhao gave up his body and him, leaving only his soul, which could only be entrusted to the golden lotus. However, the golden lotus is more than just a body. It's simple, but Ying Zhu didn't speak anymore, and Mu Zhao didn't continue to talk to him.

Of course, Yingzhu was just asking, now that he has something to support him, he will not still think about taking Jinlian back.

After getting the answer he wanted, he withdrew his eyes and followed Tianzun Weiyun away, perhaps to take care of the emotions of the gods, he and Weiyun walked very fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With the two biggest characters gone, the rest would be much better, and those who had nothing to do with their follow-up matters also left one after another.

The celebration will be held in Yingzhu's new palace in three days, and most of them have returned to their temporary lodgings now. After all, the fairyland is still very big. If they come back now, it will be quite tiring.

The palace chosen by Tianzun is considered a relic, but it has been restored now, because it is a remnant of the previous fairyland, and some of the atmosphere inside is quite suitable for Ying Zhu to cultivate.

Mu Zhao didn't go back, she had other business to stay there, and Yue Nian also stayed.

The originally synthesized arches were quickly disassembled and turned into twelve arcs. Everyone present took a few steps back. In the blink of an eye, twelve figures appeared at the twelve arcs.

Each of them is graceful and graceful, and the wind blows again in Lunyutai, which lifts people's hair and flutters. The son of God returns, and the disciples follow.

These are the gods who have just been selected from the lower realm, each with its own characteristics, two of them are the little white dragon in front of Mu Zhao and the little Suzaku in front of Yue Nian, which refers to their true nature. body.

In front of Mu Zhao was a man in a white robe with hidden blue dragon scales, blue hair, and a small blue and white dragon horn on his forehead. He had a pair of icy blue eyes that captivated everyone's heart and soul. , Only to find that this person is very similar to Chu Xingsi, but obviously he has a new name and a new identity.

"Dong Canghai, Bai Longqing Zhi."

Mu Zhao nodded, followed by Yue Nian.

Her black hair flutters, and her clothes are as red as flames. They are often covered with colorful feathers, but they look appropriate, not exaggerated, but her face is soft and cute. A pair of big dark red eyes are piercing, and her expression is flamboyant but not overbearing. Compared with Zhiqingzhi's coldness, he felt a little more detached.

"Nanli Mountain, Suzaku goes back to Rui." The man said.