i am a tree [prehistoric]

In the inner room of Zixiao Palace, Daozu with full hair and the Tsing Yi Venerable sat facing each other, each with a cup of hot tea in their hands.Neither of them said a word.And they didn't speak, the two boys Haotian and Yaochi didn't dare to speak, they stood in the corner, watching their noses, noses, and hearts.Like two stones, the overall atmosphere is stagnant and suffocating.

Xirong swears that the reason why she agrees with Yang Mei's proposal to leave early is that she doesn't want Yang Mei and Yulu to lose at the starting line. Besides, it's the same as those who set off a few days ago or took off at dawn. Compared to King Juan, her speed is already slow enough!

But the result is that she still became the first guest of Zixiao Palace, and she is still the kind of guest who doesn't go through the door.

Xirong: ...she doesn't want to stand out so much, but her strength doesn't allow it!

[I still remember that the fight between Hongjun and I seemed a bit ugly last time, right? 】

Xi Rong thought about the not-so-pleasant conversation between the two of them on the Heavenly Marriage.Silently glanced at Hongjun who let the boy lead her to the inner room to sit down, but remained expressionless and silently looked down at the hot tea on the low table.

The tea is steaming up, looking carefully, it seems that auspicious clouds are rising, and the clear light is overflowing. At first glance, it is a good tea for hospitality, or it is exactly the same as the good tea last time.But under the current atmosphere, Xirong was inexplicably afraid to stretch out her hand.She pondered for a moment, then said seriously to Pan Gu.

【You said... would Hongjun put medicine in this tea?For example, I only need to take a sip to bid farewell to this beautiful world. 】

Pangu laughed. 【Haha, what are you thinking? Even if the quarrel was a bit unpleasant before, how could Hongjun poison you? 】

[How is it impossible?In Hongjun's eyes, I'm afraid I have become a synonym for restlessness, right?It's messing up fate everywhere, provoking the order of heaven, and contradicting him face to face, not giving him, the Taoist ancestor, any face. 】

Xirong calculated carefully, according to the prehistoric times, if Tianting lived on top of her, it would overwhelm her and offend her logic. If she didn't give Hongjun face like this, Hongjun would attack her, an unstable factor in the prehistoric times. Seems perfectly understandable.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Pangu laughed boldly.

[I don't mean that, I mean, Hongjun is not the kind of villain who can prescribe drugs later, if he really sees you as an opponent, he will only make positive moves, and will not do such nasty things behind the scenes, so You do not have to worry about. 】

In short, there is no problem with the tea. If Hongjun really wants to make a move, he will only hit you with his own body.

Xi Rong: ...She became even more worried when you said that.

[The analysis is really good, no analysis is allowed next time. 】

The corner of Xirong's mouth twitched slightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip, barely enough to wet his lips.In this deadly atmosphere, I tried my best to hold my expression, as the saying goes, if the enemy does not move, I will not move!

As everyone knows, Hongjun didn't know what to do with the Tsing Yi Venerable opposite him for a while.The last time we met, he said harsh words to make the other party "good for himself" still echoed in his ears, but in the blink of an eye, Tiandao sent the other party to Zixiao Palace again, and called it "Fate!"

So what can he do?

He couldn't just hang people in the hall like this, or just kick them out of Zixiao Palace, right?Hongjun had no doubts about Tiantian Dao's eccentric attitude towards Xi Rong, if he really did the latter, I'm afraid that the God of Nine Heavens would strike him, the Dao ancestor, in the head!

After all, Daozu was a decent person, so Hongjun could only ask the boy to invite him to the inner room with a straight face, and then the two of them sat facing each other and drank tea.Because of the discord last time, Hongjun really didn't want to talk about the stars to the moon, poetry and songs with Xirong anymore, so he just kept his mouth shut this time and didn't say a word.

I don't know if he knew what he was thinking, but that Xirong sat quietly by the side drinking tea, also didn't say a word, which made Hongjun heave a sigh of relief.

So in the eyes of the two children, Haotian and Yaochi, they could see their master and the venerable man in Tsing Yi sitting opposite each other, their faces were more expressionless than the other, their eyes were more indifferent than the other, holding a teacup to their lips from time to time, After drinking for a long time, I haven't seen much loss.It seemed that what they drank was not tea, but the ice that had not melted for thousands of years in the deep sea of ​​Beiming.

Haotian and Yaochi straightened their backs involuntarily, their heads hanging down more and more.

The second Zixiao Palace sermon was held as scheduled. Although many scroll kings set off early, and even some ruthless people forcibly resisted No.30. 'Fate' still allowed them to enter Zixiao Palace in a unique order.

On the huge main hall of Zixiao Palace, there are still six futons, sitting in order, Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti.The latecomers saw that there were only these six futons when they preached for the second time, and their eyes flashed with wonder.But looking at the few people sitting above, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

Many things in the prehistoric world pay attention to a fate. Since the order of entering the Zixiao Palace is related to the fate of everyone and the Zixiao Palace, are these six futons also related to these six people?

Thinking of this, most of the people who don't want to be troublesome automatically looked away, and even if other people wanted to snatch it, after weighing the six people and their own cultivation, they held back their restless thought.

Hiding in the crowd, Kunpeng looked up at the place in front of him that should belong to him, his face darkened a bit, then a pair of somewhat fierce eyes swept across a corner in the distance, where Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi were standing.

Zhen Yuanzi noticed this gaze, and he was not in a good temper, so he immediately raised his eyes and stared back, his gaze was threatening.

Although Kunpeng had a great following and a good cultivation base, he was no match for Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun because he was alone. Kunpeng also knew this truth, and his face flashed with anger.But he quickly withdrew his vicious gaze.

Hong Yun sighed.

"He really hates me."

Zhen Yuanzi waved his sleeves and said with a sneer.

"What does it matter to you? He was beaten that day because of his own lack of strength. He didn't dare to deal with the guide and Zhunti who robbed him of his futon, but dared to come and stare at us. He obviously thought we were a bully!"

"Even so, it's also because I..."

Hong Yun thought to himself, if he hadn't blurted out his seat for some reason that day, he might just have to cry for the reception and Zhunti, and it might not be the idea of ​​the Kunpeng futon.This is indeed a cause and effect.

Zhen Yuanzi interrupted him directly.

"Don't think too much about it. It's not a mistake if you kindly give up your seat."

While speaking, Zhen Yuanzi had some helplessness in his eyes. His friend's temperament is too good. Everyone in the prehistoric world is good at forgiving themselves and blaming others. For example, Kunpeng, that guy will never think that he missed the futon It was because his cultivation base was too low to protect the futon, he didn't even dare to stare at the senior brother, Zhunti, but only stared at Hongyun.

Probably only a person like Hongyun would still wonder if it was his fault at such a time.

At the same time, when it was time to preach, a group of people walked out of the inner hall, it was Daozu, his two boys, and the Tsing Yi venerable.After all, I have already experienced it once, and the monks in the wild at this moment did not show much surprise.Just muttering in my heart, it seems that Daozu and the venerable went to drink tea alone again.But... didn't it mean that during the heavenly marriage, did anyone see the scene where the Taoist ancestor and the Tsing Yi venerable parted ways?This doesn't look like a broken relationship.

Hongjun looked up and saw the careful thinking of these people, but he was not obliged to explain to them, so he flew and landed on the cloud couch on the highest platform.

[Eh, the Twelve Ancestral Witches don't seem to be here? 】

Pan Gu also looked towards the crowd. He didn't see the twelve tall and strong figures at first glance, but he seemed to understand after a little thought, and sighed slightly.

[Witch Clan is formed by my essence and blood, but it is suppressed by the Dao of Heaven. It is congenitally deficient. If you don’t cultivate the Primordial Spirit, you can only cultivate the flesh body. Dao, none of the three thousand avenues mentioned by Hongjun is their way.They should also find that Hongjun's preaching is useless to them, so they won't come this time. 】

【No, the ancestor witch is still here. 】

Xi Rong glanced across the crowd, and paused when his gaze landed on Houtu at the rearmost corner.Compared with the last time when the twelve ancestor witches gathered together, this time the Zixiao Palace preached, only the ancestor witch of Houtu came.

Afterwards, Xirong met Yang Mei and Yuyu among them. Because of their first experience, the two of them came together to recognize Xirong without any surprises.He just showed a smile to Xi Rong, and after Xi Rong made sure that they were also here, he nodded slightly at them.

Then he walked towards the high platform, and a cloud couch floated quietly under Hongjun's head, it was obvious who it was for.Recalling the situation when Hongjun still invited her to drink tea even though his face was expressionless and ignored her just now, Xirong couldn't help feeling deeply.

Should it be said that it is the bearing of Daozu Hongjun?Meeting such an unpleasant audience as her in the free lectures is still willing to let her be a guest, it's really impressive!

Thinking of this, Xi Rong was reserved on the surface, but she was still very happy to sit on the cloud couch. After all, compared to the hard floor of the main hall, of course it is better to sit on the soft cloud couch to fall asleep!

When Hongjun began to preach for the second time, Xirong greeted Pangu skillfully, and then closed his eyes.

There is a group of people who sleep best when they sleep.Just in the teacher's class.In order to get back the quality of sleep they had back then, some people frantically arranged their bedroom to look like a classroom, with the sound of the recorded teacher's lectures playing in their ears.

Of course, Xi Rong would not do these things, but it has to be said that Xi Rong was clearly maintaining a sitting posture, but after listening to the sermon with almost no ups and downs, Xi Rong fell asleep very smoothly.I don't feel any guilt at all for dozing off when Daozu was diligently preaching.

But at some point, the sound of preaching in her ears began to be replaced by another somewhat ethereal voice.

[Chaotic Qinglian shouldn't appear in the wilderness, let's disintegrate it. 】

[Let's dismantle it. 】

[Let's dismantle it. 】

The unwavering voice kept repeating, persistently trying to persuade someone to do what he said.

Xi Rong's consciousness was ups and downs in the darkness, half dreaming and half awake, she spoke impatiently.

[I don't understand.Why should I untie the stubborn bronze that I collectively call by my ability? ! 】

Tiandao paused for a moment because of the unceremonious words, and then spoke again.

[But Chaos Qinglian should not appear again. 】

[It's none of my business.I love challenging the impossible! 】

Xi Rong was not so clear-headed, and her answer was almost entirely instinctive.In front of Primordial Monk, she was reserved on the surface, but in her sleep, she punched hard!

Heaven:  …

He tried hard to communicate with Xirong.

[But the challenge is impossible and depends on the situation.This is of no benefit to Honghuang. 】

Xirong spoke like a reincarnation.

[But it's good for me.I just love hanging it on my belt! 】

Tiandao's voice cooled down.

【Is Pangu that good?He is just one of the torrent of fate, let alone he is dead.Honghuang is what you should pay attention to, he is not. 】

What is Pangu?What kind of ancient disk?

Xi Rong in her sleep was confused for a moment, and then she had difficulty remembering who Pan Gu was.muttered something.

【Who said, he is not dead...】

But just when she said this, her subconscious mind stirred, which made her clear for a moment.Then add a sentence.

【He...will always live in my heart. 】

Tiandao, who had never heard such nasty words: [...In short, I will watch you later, Pangu is dead, don't do unnecessary things for him. 】

look at her?

Xi Rong regained consciousness for a while, but then the voice in her ear disappeared for some reason, without the disturbance of the sound, Xi Rong realized that she seemed to be in a lucid dream, and fell asleep again without thinking about it.

This time she slept very deeply, and she didn't wake up halfway. It was only when Pangu woke her up that she realized that she had slept through the entire Zixiao Palace and preached for the second time. The preaching continued for a full 6000 years.

After Xirong knew about this, her first reaction was to glance at Daozu Hongjun... with admiration.

6000 years of non-stop preaching!She seemed to understand why Hongjun kept drinking tea when he was preaching.

Noticing that the Tsing Yi Venerable glanced at Hongjun complicatedly in his eyes:? ? ?

Pangu opened his mouth.

【You seem to be sleeping deeply this time? 】

Xi Rong blinked.

[Yeah, probably because of Hongjun's previous experience, the hypnotic effect of the sermon is better? 】

【yes? 】

Pan Gu muttered hesitantly, feeling that something was wrong.

On the other side, seeing the prehistoric monks start to leave Zixiao Palace, Xirong's eyes quickly aimed at Patriarch Styx who was striding away in the crowd.Then she pretended to look away inadvertently, and showed a slight smile to Yang Mei and You who came to look for her.

"You should have gained a lot from this sermon, go to the top of Buzhou Mountain and practice hard."

Yang Mei and Lulu did have a lot of insights into their own Dao, but when they heard Venerable Tsing Yi say this, Yang Mei subconsciously spoke.

"What about His Holiness?"

Xi Rong smiled.

"Recently, I have been staying on the top of Buzhou Mountain for a long time, and I feel that my bones are a little stiff, and I have held the Primordial Heaven Measuring Ruler in my hand for a long time, so I think this time I will spend more time at the bottom of the mountain, so as to completely measure the Great Desolate Land."

What she said was very unusual. In front of Yang Mei and You, she was a person who had never practiced but had a very high level of cultivation and liked to wander around the prehistoric land, so Yang Mei, You and the others heard it With these words, he immediately opened his mouth and expressed that he wanted to accompany the Tsing Yi Venerable to serve with the talisman.

Xi Rong waved her hand.

"Cultivation is a major event. Such a good opportunity cannot be wasted because of me. Besides, I have hands and feet. What kind of service do I need?"

Seeing that Xirong insisted again and again, Yang Mei and Yulu didn't say anything more. After all, they were really of little use to the Venerable who had a high level of self-cultivation. Soon, the two watched the Venerable in Tsing Yi sit and purify the world Bai Lian flew towards the ground.Wait until the figure of the Venerable is no longer visible.The two people turned their gazes away, stepped on the auspicious clouds and flew back to the top of Buzhou Mountain.

On the top of Buzhou Mountain, the two found their favorite places on weekdays and began to meditate far away.I quickly fell into samadhi, but Yang Mei, who had a higher level of cultivation, always felt a little restless and couldn't calm down for some reason.

On the other side, when Xirong came to the earth, she controlled the Jingshi Bailian to fly at a low altitude, and flew towards the endless sea of ​​blood.The endless sea of ​​blood is easy to find, close to Beiming, in the northwest direction, flying in the sky overlooking the prehistoric land, the boundless sea of ​​red blood is very eye-catching.

However, this sea of ​​blood looks huge, but there are not many living beings. At present, there is only one Patriarch Styx and his hundreds of millions of blood clones hidden in the sea of ​​blood.Even the ground around the sea of ​​blood is barren and barren, and the yellowish ground is still tinged with blood red.It was like the blood that was spilled when Pan Gu died.

The sea of ​​blood in the distance has three layers of waves without wind, and the rolling blood-colored waves are constantly slamming against the shore, and the thick bloody smell fills the surroundings, making people feel as if they are soaked in thick blood just by approaching the shore .

All in all, no matter it is a place with poor scenery and extremely poor appearance, even a person like Xirong who doesn't understand Fengshui can see at a glance that this place is full of blood and blood, and it is a place of great danger.

The destination was right in front of her eyes, but Xirong didn't intend to enter in a hurry. She tilted her head, as if she wanted to look around, but in the end she forcibly held back her movements, and just stared at the creature in the sea of ​​blood. The waves are rough, and the heart is facing Pangu Road.

[Is there really no one?I still feel like someone is watching me. 】

Xirong is not a person with keen five senses. As an 'ordinary person', she doesn't even have spiritual consciousness. Most of the time, she only relies on Pangu's reminders to 'see' and 'hear' like ordinary residents of the wilderness.

But at this moment, for some reason, she has been feeling an invisible gaze sticking to her these days.She told Pangu about the situation right away, but surprisingly, Pangu, who was supposed to be more sensitive than her, said that she didn't see anything, and no one around her was peeping at her with eyes or spiritual sense. .

So Xirong thought she had made a mistake at the time, but after so many days, she found that her "illusion" had not disappeared, instead, the invisible gaze was sticking to her body more and more.This made Xi Rong very uncomfortable.Under her gaze, she subconsciously bound her hands and feet, just like now, the destination is in front of her eyes, but she somehow didn't dare to reveal the slightest intention of going in, and even wanted to go back home.

Pangu still didn't notice any abnormalities, but he was not arrogant, and he believed in Xirong's feelings.

[In this case, let's go back to Buzhou Mountain first. 】

Xirong's eyes moved slightly, but she said.

[No, I can't just go back like this. 】

Then she suppressed her increasingly anxious mood, and urged the Jingshi Bailian to fly above the sea of ​​blood. Because she flew low, the waves of the blood sea seemed to be able to slap on the Jingshi Bailian at any time.

The bloody red sea and the pure white lotus set off each other, which reveals a different kind of beauty.

Endless Blood Sea is the dojo of Patriarch Styx. He should have sensed the invasion of an outsider immediately, but Xirong has a special physique. When she entered the opponent's dojo, it was like a gust of wind blowing through the endless blood. Hai's restriction did not disturb the slightest.This was originally Xirong's reliance on avoiding the old ancestor Minghe, but now Xirong lowered his eyes to Pan Gudao.

[Pangu, do me a favor. 】

Click, a small hole appeared in the invisible restriction.This tremor immediately broke from the surface of the blood sea to the depths of the blood sea.

"Who dares to trespass on my Nether Blood..."

Patriarch Styx is worthy of being a great power who has hidden hundreds of millions of blood avatars in the sea of ​​blood. A little movement can make him immediately sense that someone is invading. come out.It's just that the ruthless words were not finished yet, after seeing the green clothes, the ancestor Ming He swallowed the rest of the words automatically.I secretly groaned in my heart.

He thought it was some blind person who trespassed into his dark sea of ​​blood, but he didn't want it to be this powerful person!

"Greetings to Venerable Xirong."

Patriarch Minghe quickly inserted the two swords Yuantu and Abi into the scabbards around his waist, and saluted respectfully to the Tsing Yi Venerable who was sitting on the white lotus in the pure world as if countless events had happened.

"No need to be polite."

Xirong couldn't help but look at him more, not only because the seemingly fierce-looking Patriarch Styx was so polite, but also because she vaguely felt that Patriarch Styx's attitude towards her was respectful after all, and there was still a trace of human eyes. Visible stiffness and awe.As if she was some kind of scourge.

Strange, her reputation in Honghuang should be pretty good, right?

Why was Patriarch Styx so afraid of her when he met him for the first time?

A trace of suspicion flashed in Xirong's eyes, but she smiled slightly.

"You don't have to think too much, I have a magic weapon in my hand, which is the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, which can measure the wild land. I am here this time, just wanting to stroll on this endless sea of ​​blood."

Although she didn't know who and where that strange sight came from, she knew very well that what she was going to do must not show any flaws.So she must not just leave here without doing anything.

So it was for the purpose of measuring the heavenly ruler?

For some reason, Patriarch Minghe secretly inquired about the deeds of this Venerable in Tsing Yi when he was just born, and knew a little about the fact that she had the Grandmist Measuring Ruler in her hand, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.To the Venerable in Tsing Yi, he said: Go shopping, just go shopping.If the venerable needs it, he can even pack a bottle of Blood Sea's blood and take it back as a souvenir!

If people who are familiar with the nature of ancestor Styx heard these words, they would be stunned. After all, ancestor Styx has always been grumpy, narrow-minded and stingy.But there has never been such a good time to talk.

But in front of Venerable Tsing Yi, Patriarch Styx was so easy-going. Not only did he accompany him wandering above the sea of ​​blood for three days and three nights, but he also smiled ferociously like a chrysanthemum, trying his best to say good things.Finally, send the other party away respectfully.Tried to smile and said that as long as His Holiness likes it, he will come to play often!

"Thank you. I didn't bring anything when I came out, so I will give these to you."

The Venerable in Tsing Yi was as good-tempered as the rumors said, probably to thank Patriarch Styx for his hospitality over the past three days, she also bestowed some Enlightenment tea leaves and a few pearls that shone brightly.As the first 狪狪 in the world, these 狪狪 help people to calm down and avoid going crazy, the effect is quite outstanding, and it can be regarded as a rare treasure in the prehistoric.

Patriarch Minghe didn't expect to have such an unexpected harvest, his smile widened a lot, but after watching the Tsing Yi Venerable leave, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

He was really afraid of this Venerable in Tsing Yi, not because of what this Venerable in Tsing Yi had done to him, it was because when he was still a placenta, hiding in the depths of the sea of ​​blood and conceiving, the demon who snatched his blood sea Zu Luohu made a deep impression on him.So much so that when Luo Hu was in the sea of ​​blood, the word Xirong, which he wished to read three times a day, was deeply engraved in his heart.

Before he was born, he thought to himself that Luo Hu, who exudes heavy oppression in the sea of ​​blood every day, is scary enough, and how powerful Xi Rong, whom he hates, must be. Avoid these two.

This kind of cognition has been rooted in his heart for a long time, so much so that when he faced the Venerable in Tsing Yi for the first time today, his heart inevitably stiffened and panicked unconsciously.

Xirong still didn't know that she had become part of the psychological shadow of Patriarch Styx, so she started to check in to a few other scenic spots that she had never been to, trying to pretend that she really came out to measure the rest. Under the prehistoric land.

However, before she and Pangu figured out the origin of this sight, it seemed to appear suddenly and then disappeared.

At the same time, there was a loud rumbling noise between heaven and earth.Two huge three-legged Golden Crows hovered around Hetu Luoshu, and the Chaos Clock above their heads appeared in the sky.The nine demon masters turned into fierce archetypes, and the twelve ancestor witches revealed their true bodies.The two men and horses collided fiercely.The Witch Clan and the Monster Clan are fighting!

Xi Rong's eyes widened slightly.This is... the first Lich War? !

How can it be so fast? !

Although the second immeasurable catastrophe and the lich catastrophe will only appear after the two lich wars, the first lich war shouldn't have happened so soon!

Seeing the black air all over the sky, she suddenly realized that this is the calamity. Although the second immeasurable calamity seems to be far away, in fact, as early as the first time when the lich had violent friction, the calamity had already Appeared!

Xirong subconsciously wanted to go over to have a look at the situation, but she still moved, and a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Rahu?"

Looking at the handsome man in the black and red robe, Xi Rong subconsciously touched the palm-sized chaotic green lotus hanging on his waist. The beautiful jasper-colored green lotus is like an ornament at the moment, and it is completely invisible. Its rhizome was once the first offensive magic weapon in the world to kill the god spear.

Luo Hu didn't notice her movement, and leaned against the tree with a charming smile.

"I finally saw you again. What did you do to make Tiandao stare at you so closely?"