All Heavens Gou Xian

Chapter 792 Sishui Pavilion

In the final analysis, Zhulong's hatred for Emperor Hong's family is more than anything else. The waiting of trillions of years, the eager anticipation of the people in Pangu in countless ancient epochs, and the thirst for hope in the future, everything has been brewed into a bitter wine called revenge that blocks the way!
Luo Feng Tianzun can afford and let go of the vengeance of obstructing the way, partly because of his cheeky... ahem, broad-mindedness, and partly because Luo Feng's time to prove the way is too short.

Holding various thighs along the way, relying on a piece of innate spiritual light to live in a world where there are no earth immortals, comprehend the immortal essence of golden immortals, and open up a brand new path, from Qi training to the system of Hedao.

After stepping into the prehistoric universe, he advanced by leaps and bounds, and set foot in the Daluo realm within the time of the Yuanhui.

Others say that proving the Dao is difficult, and it is as difficult as a mortal ascending to the blue sky.

Sometimes Luo Feng secretly felt that proving Da Luo was quite simple.

Isn’t it just proving the Tao, you can do it if you have hands, isn’t it just Da Luo, if you fail, you can do it again after practicing for tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, Luo Feng sometimes takes practice very lightly, and does not deliberately pursue every promotion. It is just a normal practice, and he does it in accordance with the general trend. Even if he cooperates with Zulong, it also conforms to the general trend of Xianqin and the unification of the human race. need.

But this move also coincides with the true meaning of the Tao, inaction can only do everything.Without deliberate pursuit of realm, it became too easy.

Zhulong was different, he waited for too long, too long, he had too many burdens, the whole Pan Gu Era was on him, and he couldn't breathe.

He wanted to take revenge on Hongjun, not for himself, but for all the beings in his heart, for the entire past era!

"Accept my name, bear my cause and effect."

Candle Dragon was no longer in a state of madness, showing a god-like face, and calmly narrated: "That little dragon, can it bear such a heavy karma?"

Gonggong thought for a while, then smiled slightly: "Heaven will send a great mission to the people, and they must first suffer from their will, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their skin, empty their bodies, and disturb their actions, so they must be patient. , once benefited what he couldn’t do.”

"I can only suffer for Ao Bing first."

Candle Dragon closed his eyes and concentrated, like an ancient spectacle in the long river of time, the natural scenery, after half a day, turned into a stream of water and passed away.

A word echoed in the water.

"Gong Gong remembers your choice, this is your promise to Zhu Jiuyin, a promise made by a witch."

"There is also Hongjun. Although he has a benevolent and just heart, his benevolence is effective for "humans", and his justice is for the way of heaven. For us non-humans, Hongjun is absolutely not It will be soft."

"At critical moments, you have to be clear!"

"He is Di Jun, not Di Jiang!"

There was also a rush of blood and fighting spirit in Gong Gong's heart, and he couldn't help cupping his fists: "Second brother, I know!"

In the past, the Twelve Ancestral Witches formed a group to make their debut, and there was a period of high-spirited history. Dijiang was the eldest, and Zhu Jiuyin was the second.

As for Gong Gong has been conducting friendly negotiations with Zhu Rong, discussing who is the fifth child and who is the sixth child.

As for why there was a little conflict in the ancestral witch later, which caused a little friction in the Lich's calamity.

Probably because everyone's vests were exposed.

The running water passed away, but for some reason, Gonggong always felt that there was a hint of sadness in Zhulong's voice.

"Second brother, are you old?"

"Old people are nostalgic."

Gonggong groaned, but his eyes were piercing. Regardless of whether Zhulong is old or not, he has always maintained an ambition!
He is going to develop, he is going to create.

Open up a glorious world where everyone is like a dragon, and create a supreme pattern of cosmic unity!

In the dragon's blueprint planning, whether immortals, Buddhas, gods, demons, humans, demons, spirits, witches, or other races, other systems are included!

In order to be born equal, everyone is like a dragon, such a great goal, Zulong is willing to go to jail, and Gonggong can hit the sky pillar, destroy the solidified order of the world, and open up a new path!
"I am not wrong!" Gong Gong said calmly but firmly: "My path is correct!"

Crossing the candle dragon, stepping through the time, as if coming to the end of time, there is a towering pavilion with two floors of attics, elegant, chic, small and exquisite, and antique.

There is a high platform in the pavilion, and there is a stone tablet inscribed with ancient characters on the platform. On the side of the stone tablet, an old man with white hair and long beard sings:
"Chu and Han struggle for hegemony, look at the heroes, who can be romantic? The wind comes from the east, the three heroes of the Han family, the big wind sings wine. The eight treasures of Liulijing are as good as laughing. What do you want for the man to win the heavenly king?"
"I think back then, heroes were like pearls, fighting against the sky. Clouds and mists, jade came out; purple bamboo caves, sharks were hidden. Under the fence of five willows, the days are long and bitter."

"Fengming went to dissolve the idle clouds, and Wolong came back to release his friends. Why did you come out? Laugh at the hero, God will live up to it!"

The singing is heroic and majestic.It seems to be telling about some feats, telling about some pride.

Gonggong squinted his eyes and listened for a while, then asked: "The son said on the river: "The dead are like husbands, and they never give up day and night. "

"I don't know where Chuan is?"

The white-haired and long-bearded old man laughed lightly: "Chuan is called Sishui, and it is the ancient road of the Yellow River!"

"I will be present when Zhongni writes the poem, and I will polish the master's pen!"

"This old man is the head of the Pavilion of Surabaya!"

"Your Excellency, you can call me Old Man Time!"

Gonggong laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said: "What a time old man, what a Surabaya pavilion chief!"

The head of the pavilion in Sishui smiled slightly: "It can't compare with the supernatural powers of the great gods."

Immediately afterwards, Gonggong asked gloomily: "Time is like water, passing away in a hurry, is there really no eternal empire in the world?"

The head of the pavilion in Sishui said calmly: "Who dares to call immortality, and whoever calls it eternal, Pangu is gone. There is no empire that never fades, no sun that never sets, and glory that never falls."

"Only the spirit is eternal, and the avenue flows."

"There is only easy and not easy in the world. We can just work hard once or twice. Why bother to be perfect."

"Why don't you let go and hand over the opportunities and tribulations to those who come after you?"

"My generation is the great sun, and those who come after me will also be the scorching sun!"

Gonggong frowned tightly, undecided, not knowing what to say, as if nothing was right.

The head of the pavilion in Sishui added another knife, and said with a smile: "If the Tao fruit comes true, I won't take any money."

Gonggong's expression changed, and he looked at the pavilion chief in Surabaya in surprise: "Then what are you busy with?!"

"Since I became Dao Daluo, I have been doing additions again and again." The head of the Surabaya Pavilion said leisurely: "Now there is nothing to add. The opponent is not too easy, or Pangu in the past. Every step forward needs to be in units of epochs."

"This flood, the water is too deep."

"In this case, why not do a subtraction, do an experiment, and find a new way."

Gong Gong seemed to have re-acquainted with the head of the pavilion in Surabaya, as if he looked at him a few times, but still couldn't help asking: "Are you really willing?"

The head of the pavilion in Surabaya smiled calmly: "I am not like the great god of Gonggong. My foundation, avenue, race, idea, dream, and future are all in my own multiverse."

"I only have two or three disciples under my seat, and three or five subordinates need to take care of them."

"Hehe, this is not related to karma, and it has the advantage of not being related to karma."

(End of this chapter)