Tianlong: Immortal Cultivator in the World of Martial Arts

Chapter 287
Even Zhao Bi hadn't imagined that a good innate spiritual root of Yuegui would be so ugly, but it still looks much more comfortable after the transformation.

"Thank you Prophet for reshaping Yuegui." Chang Xi and Xihe knelt down to express their gratitude.

"Okay, no need, it's just a trivial matter." Zhao Bi said and disappeared in front of the two of them.

As for the laurel, Zhao Bi intends to plant it directly in the space. After all, the aroma of this thing is still relatively good, and it is helpful for calming the mind and practicing.

After returning to the space, Zhao Bi, as always, asked the Time Demon God to come and plant the laurel somewhere.

For the Time Demon God, a tree wants to grow, but it's just a matter of time, let them enter the long river of time, and it's almost done after they come out.

Now in this world, there are countless people who want to find Zhao Bi, even more than those who pursue Daozu.

In this prophetic space, although Zhao Bi never went to give lectures to the people inside, just staying in it was enough to make their strength grow by leaps and bounds.

Zixiao Palace

As the bell rang, the second sermon was over. Everyone gained a lot this time, at least they had a clear understanding of their future path.

Everyone was still sitting in their original positions. When Hongjun got up, 3000 people knelt down and worshiped.

This is a teacher apprentice ceremony, which is also very normal. Although Hongjun has not mentioned the matter of accepting apprentices, these people can already be said to be members of Hongjun's family.

After Hongjun left, everyone took a look at the futon where Zhao Bi was originally sitting and it was still there, but this time no one came.

Nuwa stood up, her body was full of temperament, and the long clothes on her body were made by hundreds of clans, which made Nuwa's whole body extraordinarily coquettish.

"Sister, you weren't with the Prophet all those years ago, were you?" Fuxi said directly, looking at Nuwa's appearance.

"Yeah brother, it's beautiful there, it's the best place I've ever seen."

Listening to Nuwa's voice, Kunpeng, who was sitting behind her, stepped forward and bowed, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Nuwa can tell you about the Prophet's blessed land, so that Kunpeng can repay the Prophet's gift of treasures."

"Haha, I think you don't want to repay, but you want to hug your thighs, right?" Sapo said tauntingly at the moment when he was about to reach the seal of Kunpeng's futon seat.

"That's right, I didn't expect to start thinking about the next one before I left Zixiao Palace, what a shame!" Zhunti also hurriedly said at this time to help guide.

Looking at the faces of the two, Kunpeng was even more angry when he thought of what happened back then, but this is Zixiao Palace, no matter how angry he was, there was still nothing he could do now.

"Brother, let's go." Nuwa looked at the faces of the two and said to Fuxi in a cold voice.

"There really isn't a single good thing out of wet eggs." Zhunti said from behind, scolding Kunpeng from time to time.

As the gate of Zixiao Palace opened, everyone started to sway, preparing to leave, but at this time, Di Jiang of the Wu Clan stepped back slightly to Houtu's side.

There is no need to say anything with a look, after all, these things have already been said in advance.

When he just walked out of the door, the thick soil behind Nuwa shouted directly, "Friend Nuwa, do you know if the tadpoles have time to chat?"

"Fellow Daoist Thick Earth." Nuwa politely returned a salute and shouted.

"Fellow Daoist Nvwa, when I have time, I hope I can sit down with the Wu clan, and we can learn about each other's preaching." Houtu said a little embarrassed.

For Nuwa, she knows what these people think, and she just wants to know about the Prophet, one or two or even a group of people are like this.

But because of face, it's not easy to refuse such a thing.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, you are welcome. If you have time, you must visit the Wu Clan." Nuwa said politely.

But at this time, many people's eyes are already on her, and they are all waiting there, as if as long as her side is over, they will face endless inquiries next.

Even Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi were standing next to Fuxi and staring at them, discussing something non-stop.

But in the face of these situations, even if Nu Wa wanted to leave, it seemed that it was not that simple.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, this is a wish from my witch clan, please accept it from your side."

Hou Tu saw that Nuwa had intentionally started to talk to everyone, and directly took out something that he didn't know what it was and handed it to Nuwa.

Seeing the little gourd that Houtu handed over, Nuwa frowned, and then said, "You are too polite, fellow Daoist Houtu, this thing is so precious, I..."

Before Nuwa finished speaking, a voice came directly and said, "Take it, this thing is of great use to you, just bring her here."

This was Zhao Bi's voice, and Zhao Bi also knew what was in the gourd.

Immediately afterwards, Nuwa smiled directly, and then said, "You actually have such a heart, so I accept this thing. I also know a little bit about your thoughts. Let me do it."

Hearing this, Houtu immediately smiled. He was still worried about something, but now it seems that there is no need.

Just as everyone was waiting for Nuwa and Houtu to finish their chat and want to go up, a door of space appeared directly in front of Nuwa.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu follow." Nuwa said and walked in directly.

Seeing such a situation, Houtu glanced at Dijiang and the others, who also smiled and nodded to move forward.

After the door of space was closed, Di Jun and the others who were still waiting for Nuwa were dumbfounded.

"Brother Fuxi, what about this girl Nuwa?" Di Jun looked at Fuxi and said, the expression on his face was not very good-looking.

"Brother, it seems that there is no other way. We can only see if we can find where the prophet is." Donghuang Taiyi said directly.

Even Fuxi was crying and laughing, not knowing how to interject.

"This is the only way to do it now. The Yaozu must agree. This is what we need to do next." Di Jun said directly with a sullen expression on his face.

As for Di Jun's thoughts, Fuxi already knew that he was also a demon clan, and he also had such hopes.

But these people have no better ideas about the future road.

Di Jun's initial idea was to see if he could catch up with the Prophet through Nu Wa, a fellow clan, but now it seems that it is completely impossible, and the other party doesn't seem to have this intention.

(End of this chapter)