high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 158 I have a word

Under the deep water, there is no distinction between sun and moon, morning and evening.

In the darkness, everything is black and faint.

It is said that in ancient times, in the desolate merman tribe, these monsters with human bodies and fish tails would dive to the surface of the water when the sun first rose, carefully pick the fire seeds of the Golden Crow, and plant them at the bottom of the water.

Those small and fragile seeds, like lotus flowers, are the only bright things in the deep water.

But in Qingli Palace, there is no such thing.

They carved the brilliant and precious Xuanguang stone into the shape of the sun, and fixed the timing, making it slowly brighten and then slowly go out.

Countless gorgeous pearls and immortal palace candles shroud this deep underwater holy place in warm light.

After staying in Qingli Palace for nearly a month, Cui Yuanzhou always had the illusion of entering the Immortal Palace by mistake.

The corners of the hall are Zhulong, the buildings overlap, the carved corridors and the painted thresholds are all high above the clouds, the Liulitai Pavilion, the Beiquezhu Palace, all of which are innumerable.

At this moment, in front of Baishu's residence, Cui Yuanzhou and Huiyuan were bored, waiting in an exquisite pavilion outside the house.

Three days have passed since Bai Shu met Xie Jiujiu.

Now, it's time for the selection of a son-in-law.

"Who did you bet on, thief bald?"

Cui Yuanzhou yawned and asked suddenly.

"The poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism, and he never gambles."

The black and fat monk has a honest face and sincere eyes.

"fart!"

The little fat man twitched the corners of his mouth and said with disdain:

"A few days ago, I just saw you coming out of the casino!"

"The remaining 32 people are all dragons and tigers among men." Hui Yuan spread her hands and said calmly:

"I would like to bet on Senior Brother Shen, but Jinghai Temple's family has a small career. If they lose everything, how will the little monk meet people when he returns to the temple?"

"It makes people's teeth cold."

Cui Yuanzhou first sighed, and then flew into a rage:

"You are not enough friends!"

Huiyuan rolled her eyes and moved her lips, but she didn't speak.

"Who did you bet on?" Cui Yuanzhou asked curiously.

"Chen Jizi." Huiyuan answered honestly.

"Who did you bet on again?" The fat black monk asked back.

"Heng'an." The little fat man also answered honestly.

The two looked at each other for a long time without speaking, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"Then you have a fart position to say about me?!"

Huiyuan glared at Cui Yuanzhou for a while, then suddenly became furious:

"You didn't bet on Senior Brother Shen yourself, so why should you say me?"

"I'll just feel it."

Cui Yuanzhou laughed aloud: "You think too much, I don't mean that."

The two stared at each other for a while, then snorted coldly, and turned their heads away from each other.

Chen Jizi, he was born in a great Chu family, the Luojiang Chen family among the twelve rich families, at the age of 21, he is already the peak of Yangfu.

When he was born, he was given his fate by the sage of Jiejing Mountain, which is invaluable.

Even the Holy Lord of Nanhua Palace, an invincible immortal, wanted to accept disciples, but was declined by Luojiang Chen.

Family background, savvy, supernatural powers, and wealth—the things that others have to fight for a lifetime, in front of him, are just at your fingertips.

Huiyuan heard that Chen Jizi's Taoist species is the top-ranked Taoist species in the Chen clan, Chi Xiaotian.

With the help of such foreign objects, his already formidable supernatural power will overwhelm everyone even more.

And this time when he came to Qingli Palace, Chen Jizi was even received by Lord Qingli alone, which was the only honor among many people who came to participate in the competition.

The legitimate son of an ancient family, his inheritance is hard to fathom.

Among the 32 people, Chen Jizi's voice was also the highest.

However, Heng'an, which Cui Yuanzhou is optimistic about, is different from Chen Jizi of Dachu, he is a native of Zheng Guosheng.

Hengan was born in the Han family, lost his father when he was young, and his biological mother remarried. He lived on the streets early on, competing with beggars for food.

When he waited a little longer, relying on his strong physique, he brazenly joined the army.

In just seven years, he made his mark in the frontier army.

Later, he was favored by Kuci, the holy place of Dazheng, and the generation of Kuci walked around the world and personally taught the disciples.

Before entering the dry temple to practice, the most glorious deed of Heng'an was going down 32 cities in one night.

Attacking the city and pulling out the stronghold is like breaking a bamboo.

Among the frontier armies of Zheng and Chu, Heng'an also had the nickname of parachutist.

With mere practice, relying on superficial mental skills and supernatural powers, he was able to drag the Death Yang Talisman time and time again.

In Heng'an's record, he even killed a sword cultivator by unknowable means.

Its prestige can be seen.

And after he entered the dry shrine and followed this generation of Tianxia into the holy land, the world never saw Hengan make a move again.

Just like a frost blade, the more it is hidden in the scabbard, the more its sharp light will come out through the body.

Hengan is also the oldest among the 32 people.

In just half a year, he will be thirty.

He and Chen Jizi were like two extremes, one was born in the clouds, the other was just struggling in the mud.

But without exception, in this selection of son-in-laws, Hengan and Chen Jizi were also the two most popular.

Winds and clouds gather, and dragons and snakes rise together.

The eyes of countless people gathered in Qingli Palace.

These young people who are currently only the Yang Talisman of the Three Realms will become the masters of a holy land, the supreme ruler of a great country, or the elders of a wealthy family in the future.

Within 300 years, the rise and fall of the world is only in their hands.

I don't know how long it took, when Huiyuan was already a little anxious, the closed palace door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Wearing a lotus crown on his head and wearing a gorgeous feather coat, the handsome Taoist smiled warmly and could not conceal his joy.

The divine light in his eyes flashed away, and his aura became more concentrated.

"Brother, you can figure it out."

Cui Yuanzhou stepped forward and complained:

"Let's go, or you'll be late!"

"Let's go."

Bai Shu patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"How can I miss the time?"

A five-color rainbow light appeared beside him, rolling up Cui Yuanzhou and Huiyuan, and blasting the void away.

"The smell of blood..."

The black and fat monk's heart trembled. At that moment just now, he seemed to smell the smell of rancid blood.

He turned his eyes in doubt, and the handsome Taoist beside him looked calm and indifferent.

After a while, what came into view was a huge golden battle platform.

It stands in the void, and not far away is the altar for watching the ceremony.

It's hard to figure out its breadth, it seems that the whole body is made of bright gold, the brilliance is dazzling, and it is solid and indestructible.

On the top of the golden battle platform, a young man with a dharma sword in his hand and a sign of thousands of waters flowing on his head had a serious face on his face.

"He actually came to host?"

Huiyuan opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in admiration:

"Mr. Zhemei's demeanor, I didn't expect to see you again."

"Style?"

Cui Yuanzhou rolled his eyes:

"You don't like men, do you?"

Ignoring the bickering between the two, Bai Shu smiled, let them go, and went straight to the golden battle arena.

32 people competed, and on the golden battle platform, another bright light curtain was born, separating the sixteen sides of the battlefield.

As soon as Bai Shu fell to the light, a heavy pressure emerged from the battle platform and landed on his shoulders.

This is the creation of King Li in the Middle Ages, and it is specially used for fighting and fighting. If the realm is weaker, it may not be easy to even stabilize the figure on the battle platform.

A faint halo appeared on his body surface, quietly dissolving the heavy pressure on the battle stage.

Not long after, while he was waiting with bated breath, a young man with a face like a crown of jade and no trace of blood on his lips came up to him.

"It's you?" Bai Shu frowned.

"It's me." The young man smiled slightly, "Yin Jue from Shencrow Palace, Brother Dao, do you know me?"

Bai Shu silently nodded to Yin Jue.

Yes, I know you were almost hammered to death by the little savage.

"There are so many characters, what a meeting of wind and clouds."

He looked around, covered his lips and coughed twice, then suddenly shouted something.

"Wait, before that."

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man smiled and raised his hand warmly:

"I have something to say, please listen carefully."

(End of this chapter)