All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 641 Luo Dao and Wa Dao

Regardless of the prehistoric water element, the Tianhe and the Yellow Springs, the human world alone has its own true dragons from all over the world, blasphemy and eight streams, a total of sixteen positions involve the essence of the water element, and it is also the duel field of the heavenly gods.

East, west, south, north, these are the four seas; Jiang, He, Huai, and Ji, these are the four rivers; Wei, Luo, Han, Mian, Ying, Ru, Si, and Yi, these are the eight streams.

The four filth and the eight streams all enter the four seas, and the water and air cycle in the four seas again, creating the water element in the world.

Chentangguan is located on the coast of the East China Sea, just at the mouth of the Yellow River. With his special personality, Mr. Luo hid in the water and escaped Li Jing's pursuit.

Walking in the water, Mr. Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and then shook his head. He had never thought of Nezha's image.

The spirit bead is a lost self, a congenital spiritual treasure, naturally projected from all worlds in time and space, with beautiful features, and a hulking back is naturally one of them.

He just said it casually, never thinking that Nezha really chose this form to be born.

"Sin, sin."

Mr. Luo drew a cross on his chest and said without sincerity: "May God forgive me."

The melodious and holy voice came from the two worlds of light and darkness between the eyebrows, washing away the sins of God Luo.

As soon as the thought came to him, Mr. Luo relied on his personality as a water god to travel the rivers and rivers to the vicinity of the Dragon Palace. He met the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and also got a glimpse of the third prince and the third princess.

The essence of the reincarnation of the Lingzhu belonged to Nezha, and the remaining power generated by the innate Lingbao turned into Ao Bing, the third prince of the Dragon King. The third child of the Dragon King of the East China Sea was supposed to be a daughter, but under the influence of the power of the Lingzhu, he became twins.

The silver-scaled blue dragon is the third prince Ao Bing who controls the power of ice water; the red-scaled red dragon is the third princess Ao Ling who controls the lava sea water.

The twins were born of one child, also affected by the power of the Lingzhu, destined to be entangled with Nezha.

"There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, not getting what you want, meeting with hatred and hatred, parting from love, and the abundance of the five yins."

"Nezha has passed the calamity of life, old age and illness have nothing to do with Lingzhu."

"So, Lingzhu will die a miserable, miserable death."

Sitting cross-legged on a piece of coral, Mr. Luo deduced the doom of the future, asserting: "If you can't get what you want, you will meet with hatred, and you will leave with love, these three will fall on the third prince and third princess of the Dragon King."

"Hiss, love and hate, love and hatred, clubbing mandarin ducks, the grievances between brother-in-law and brother-in-law?!"

"Which Da Luo Tianzun wrote this third-rate script?!"

In Wa Palace, a woman with a snake tail rolled over lazily, focusing on the notebook in her hand, laughing from time to time.

All of a sudden, the snake-tailed woman sneezed, the big Luo would not sneezed for no reason, it must be the influence of a whim, and she counted her fingers and knew it in her mind.

Emperor Wa opened a water barrier and spoke directly to the void: "The surname Luo, do you have any objections?!"

Mr. Luo looked at the angrily-faced Emperor Wa on the opposite side, and smiled again and again: "No objection, no objection, it's just..."

Emperor Wa rolled his eyes: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

Mr. Luo muttered in his heart, the last big Luo who spoke out was beaten by you for 300 years.

After pondering for a while, Mr. Luo slowly said: "The so-called truth is seen in adversity. In my opinion, Nezha's opponent is too weak."

"Ao Bing was born with the power of the Lingzhu, and was born to be oppressed by Nezha. Although the Dragon God of the Four Seas has the status of Daluo, when he leaves the sea area, he is no different from the Taoist Golden Immortal."

"As for Empress Shiji, although she has cut off her disciples, she has fought against Daoist Taiyi for several Pangujis without awakening the true spirit and proving Da Luo. She has no magic power, so she can't be called a villain."

Emperor Wa nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "In your opinion, you want to strengthen the villains."

Mr. Luo said righteously: "Without a well-crafted villain, it can't embody the bright stalwart of the protagonist, let alone highlight the contradictions, and it can't temper Nezha's essence so that he can return as soon as possible."

"So let's strengthen Empress Shiji!"

Emperor Wa clapped his hands together, nodded and said: "This statement is reasonable, but Empress Shiji should strengthen it."

"Let me think about it, what role should I add to her?"

Taking out the paper and pen, Emperor Wa fiddled with it for a while, wrote a small note and handed it to Mr. Luo.

Empress Shiji: The main body was originally Nuwa Empress's sky-replenishing stone. Because she stole the power of Pangu jade, her mana was greatly increased. She is the head of demons in the world, the source of cholera, and her power is enough to destroy the entire human world, making Emperor Wa jealous. endlessly.

Mr. Luo put away the note with a strange expression, asking you to strengthen it, but not letting you destroy the version!
Another demon capable of destroying the human world, tsk, the human world is so fragile.

Emperor Wa asked enthusiastically, "What do you think?"

Mr. Luo gave a thumbs up unconscionably, and praised: "Wonderful!"

In the Golden Light Cave of Qianyuan Mountain, Daoist Taiyi, who was meditating and resting, suddenly sneezed, ready to deduce the secret on a whim.

It's a pity that the matter here involves Emperor Wa and Mr. Luo, no matter how the Taiyi real person deduces it, it will be a white mist.

Birds fly and rabbits go, the time flies, and the summer turns and the cold comes, without knowing it for eight years.Nezha was only eight years old, six feet long, with delicate features and handsome features, with a sturdy back.

Due to his unusual body shape, Nezha had no playmates of the same age in Chentangguan, and was neglected, and his personality gradually became withdrawn.

Although Lord Yanglin has left, the rumors he left behind are just like a seed buried in the hearts of the people of Chentangguan, taking root and sprouting under the power of time.

The more withdrawn Nezha is, the colder his personality is, the closer he is to the numb and dull state of the congenital Lingbao, and he maintains his personality by virtue of his acquired murderous nature.

Nezha, who is numb, and the people of Chentangguan, who can't avoid it, form a vicious circle.

Nezha is just like a block of ice, without the slightest sunlight, and without contact with the outside world, it becomes colder and colder.

Under such circumstances, Director Wa finally couldn't stand it anymore, and discussed with Director Luo to create a little coincidence for Nezha.

The so-called no coincidence, no book, no story, how can there be excitement.

"I'm a little monster, free and easy, killing people without blinking an eye, eating people without putting salt..."

Nezha kicked the shuttlecock, hummed a song, and ran unscrupulously on the street. The surrounding people of Chentangguan couldn't avoid it and ran away.

Seeing such a scene, Nezha laughed wildly and happily, but his pupils were calm, like cold stones.

He is just playing Nezha in the hearts of the people of Chentangguan.

Half an hour later, all the people in Chentangguan fled back home, and Nezha rolled his eyes: "Cut, it's boring."

Stepping on the broken stone slabs, he bounced and went out towards the beach.

Quiet and vast, Nezha still likes to play alone in the blue sea. Compared with scaring the people at Chentangguan, he finds it more interesting to watch the ocean day after day.

He only spends half an hour teasing the people of Chentangguan, but he can play in the sea for a day.

As the tide ebbs and flows, Nezha tirelessly throws stones into the sea, mechanically repeating an action with few changes.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

As the sun sets, Nezha, who is so bored, prepares to go home like he used to.

Suddenly, a melodious conch sound sounded

(End of this chapter)