What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 63 Journey to the West?

"Master Master is above: Disciple Xuandu respectfully asks Master Uncle that the Holy Body is safe!"

The sound of respectful greetings rang in the ears.

Xu Ji slowly opened his eyes.

Fingers twitched.

Today, he has a resolute and cold demeanor, and his whole body seems to be covered with thick steel armor.

But steel is just his appearance.

Coldness is only his appearance.

deep in his heart.

It is a great will that is as vast and boundless as the deep space of the universe.

and so……

One thought after another whirled in his heart.

In order to strengthen the sect (country), all means are available!

Any sacrifice is worth it in order to cultivate the supreme supernatural power (development of industry).

Because the situation is urgent!
Because I can't wait!

Because the opportunity is not to be missed!

and so……

You and other sentient beings, understand the best, if you can't understand, you must understand!
because……

I am correct!
And only I am right!

History will prove it!
Heaven and earth and all beings will understand that day!
just now……

Follow my orders and obey my orders.

Dedicate your blood and burn your youth.

Set everything on fire!
Burn with me!
Light up this dark world.

then……

Let's create a brand new world with no ills together!

All kinds of thoughts circulated in my mind.

Let him become more indifferent, more mysterious, and more tough.

But, deep down, Xu Ji can actually stay awake and know what he is doing.

And he didn't panic, but a little excited.

"This old monster is too scary..." Xu Ji thought to himself.

"Simulate whoever you want to simulate?"

"Even mentality, looks, and emotions can be restored..." He sensed his current state of mind and moved his fingers.

His eyes seemed to see the world outside this old strange palace.

The billowing waves roared and rolled up a thousand stories high.

Two tiny figures stood on top of the waves, shivering.

The sky is purple.

Countless purple smoke hangs down from the sky.

Killing intent is dipping.

"Sure enough..." Xu Ji thought: "The old monster lives on the cliff..."

"It's really the ancestor of the Demon Sect!"

He exhaled softly and said, "Junior nephew, please come in!"

The voice did not have any emotion or temperature, but it seemed to be full of emotion and boundless power.

This made Xu Ji feel more curious and puzzled about the origin and past of this old monster in his heart.

"perhaps……"

"This so-called 'Senior Nephew Xuandu' can provide me with some useful clues!"

He looked at the stormy waves beneath the cliff.

Feel the boundless killing intent that fills the world.

His inner intuition told him that all this had changed because of him.

This was not the case here in the past.

People squatting at home can stir up the external situation and affect one side of the world.

This is no longer a demon ancestor in the general sense.

I'm afraid...

Only the demons, even the giants of the fairy gods, in the fairy tales of fairy tales and legends, can have such power, right?

A simulated heart of the 'Steel Father'.

is also beating.

Tell him he was right.

The history of this old...

More terrifying, powerful and ancient than he imagined.

pity……

Xu Ji searched his memory, but there was no myth, there were similar characters.

Journey to the West?
No!

Journey to the East?
nor!
Sou Shen Ji?
Not even more!

Perhaps there are ancient legends such as Youyang Zazu?
but……

Xu Ji hasn't seen it yet.

"Wait for me to go back, look for it... check it out..."

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"Nephew, please come in!"

The ruthless and cold voice of a saint rolled in his ears like thunder.

Hearing this, Xuandu hurriedly bowed his head and bowed three times respectfully.

When I looked up, I saw that on the Zizhi Cliff, a thousand-year-old cypress, lush and lush, with peaches and apricots blooming all over the palace tower.

The innate and infinite fragrance comes to the nostrils.

Biyou Palace!
This sage dojo has finally returned to heaven and earth from outside the Three Realms.

Xuandu got up quickly, put on the canopy, and headed towards the Biyou Palace.

There is no welcome boy, and no interception of the immortal.

The huge Biyou Palace is deserted.

But in the depths of that palace...

Xuan can clearly perceive that the figure of the sage of interception is looming.

Silent, colorless, invisible.

Fuzzy, chaotic.

But it really exists, right in this Biyou Palace, right in this Saint Dojo!

One by one, his thoughts were constantly released, interacting with the heaven and the earth, stirring up the situation, and manifesting the artistic conception.

But in this Biyou Palace, he became restrained.

As if the unfathomable return to the ruins, like the mysterious Jiuyou.

Walking among the palace halls and corridors of Biyou Palace.

Walking under the ancient apricot and green peaches in this Biyou Palace.

It seems that everywhere is filled with the artistic conception of intercepting saints.

It seems that every inch of land, every green leaf, and every fruit contains the saint's perception of the Dao and his expectations for all beings.

And as it gets closer and closer to the place where the saint lives.

Xuandu's Dao heart trembled even more.

He even began to have a hint of fear.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

In the fragrance, there seems to be an endless chilling meaning.

On the contrary, the canopy, who was following behind Xuandu, relaxed.

His cultivation base is too low, his realm is not enough, and he doesn't even know what kind of danger there is in his body.

If one is not careful, if he is wrong, he is afraid that the saint will be killed immediately.

Silently, he will be dragged into the thoughts of saints inside and outside the dojo, and face the avenues of the saints to inquire.

Fortunately, with the Taiqing sage Fu Zhao in the hands of Xuandu, the way was safe and sound.

Finally, Xuan Du knew that he had reached his destination.

He raised his head and saw the palace in front of him.

Shangqing Palace!

In the past, it was the place where the teaching group of immortals listened to the Dharma.

He's been here a few times, so he knows how to get up.

He led the canopy and released the sage talisman in his hand.

The Taiji map swayed up, sprinkled with clear light, paved layers of immortal roads, and opened the road to the Shangqing Palace in front.

Xuandu hurriedly led the canopy, and in front of this treasure hall, he bowed his head and bowed again: "Uncle in charge, disciple Xuandu, come to pay homage!"

Tian Peng also hurriedly said: "The head teacher is on top, disciple Tian Peng, bowing down a hundred times, I respectfully ask the teacher that the Holy Body is safe!"

Xuandu said that he 'has been caught in the eye of a sage'.

Tianpeng felt that Xuandu should not deceive a little fairy like him.

Naturally, hurriedly hugged and taught the thigh!

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"Canopy?" Xu Ji frowned slightly.

He looked at the figure kneeling outside the hall.

Looking at it, it is quite clear-cut and dignified.

But inexplicably, Xu Ji usually connected the messenger of the 'Haotian Jinque and Miluo Tiangong' with the second senior brother who was very familiar in his memory.

In his ears, there seemed to be that stupid voice.

The guy with the big head and big ears, in the whole story, besides eating the most active, is the most active in the salute.

and so……

Is the boss related to Journey to the West?

Am I in the world before the Journey to the West story happened?
(End of this chapter)