I, God of the River of Concepts, make friends out of nothing

Chapter 82 Hong Jun Talks About Meeting the Concept River God
Boom!

Yuanshi Tianzun was furious, and the golden Pangu banner in his hand exuded the surging aura of a sage of heaven, subverting the entire blue east sea and shaking the four fields.

The sentence who dares to stop me is still echoing in the vast world.

It is also at this time.

A figure emerged from the minds of many people.

A figure that existed at the beginning of heaven and earth, stepped on the source of the heavens, like the ancestor of heaven and earth, the lord of all phenomena.

A long-standing existence that seems to be sealed up by cause and effect, fate, time, and dust, makes people think of it slowly during the chanting of Jiejiao.

"Zhang Erhe..."

Haotian woke up with a start, remembering that when he was a boy, he had met that river god, that was the existence he could only look up to, and his expression changed for a while, looking at the elucidation and interception that could not be calmed down at this moment, seeing Looking at the furious Yuanshi Tianzun, he hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Sage Tianzun, wait a minute..."

"It's him?!"

Kunpeng was also shocked. For him, he didn't want to get involved in any calamity of explaining and intercepting teaching. He kept staring at the majestic purple aura that was about to fall, but suddenly remembered the huge body of Kunpeng who once held him , Playing between the palms of the hand, like a mythical river god, it turns out that Jiejiao really has such a deputy leader.

Thinking of the past at the beginning of the world, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, think twice..."

"An existence blurred by causal fate..."

"How could it be simple?!"

Styx sits cross-legged among the twelve fire red lotuses, looking at the sky all the time, the majestic purple air that is about to fall, but suddenly wakes up, remembering a river god who is regarded as a myth. Reciting its name is also a burst of discoloration.

"It turns out that I have heard my father and uncle talk about him..."

Lu Ya, he is like an extra sun, but at this moment, the bright sun is also stagnant, and he recalls a vague memory in horror. In the memory is his father Di Jun, and Tai Yi is looking up and talking about it. bit myth.

"The god of the river, a fabulous river god?!" Yuanshi Tianzun was already in shock. After calculating in his heart, he found that the cause and fate were confused, and it was instantly ruled out that someone would change everything, and even Hongjun could not tamper with the whole prehistoric world. The possibility of recovery from the confusing past.

His anger was still alive, his aura was raging, and the sky shook at every turn, but he also thought of such a figure.

But looking at the Twelve Golden Immortals who had been shaved, they were still shouting to let him be the master.

But after he remembered that figure, a deep shadow was imprinted in his soul, which made him afraid.

But he still didn't give up, his eyes swept across, looking at Haotian Kunpeng, these Honghuang Dao said in a cold voice: "Sanxiao will die, I want to seek justice for the teaching, who can stop me?! What, Are you going to stop me?"

Haotian, Kunpeng, Styx, and Lu Ya all changed their expressions.

They can stop a saint.

But they didn't know what they thought of, and they remained silent, standing still amidst the turbulent breath of the saint.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were still looking at Sanxiao viciously, wishing that Master would crush Sanxiao to ashes immediately.

The hearts of all the immortals of the Jiejiao were raised in their throats. Although they also thought of something, many of the Jiejiao disciples could only think of it as a legend or a myth before they became enlightened.

Yuan Shi looked at San Xiao coldly, determined that no one could stop him, and he was about to make a move, but at this moment.

"well"--

I only heard a deep and long lament resounding above the turbulent flood, which resounded through the vast flood and reached the ears of all the monks, making people's soul buzz and the Taoist body tremble.

Everyone could tell that it was Hongjun's voice, and said: "Zhang Erhe is a mythical existence in the past, Yuanshi, stop."

As soon as these words came out, Hong Huang instantly boiled.

Explaining and cutting off teachings have been endless, and the majestic purple energy is re-breeding, and it is about to fall again. I thought it was God's will, and Hongjun's calculations were involved.

Teacher Chan came here out of fame, and suffered a great loss. The twelve golden immortals were cut off, how can he be reconciled?

How could he not be surprised that even Hongjun spoke up in person just because he was taught to chant a name?

"Teacher, you!" Yuan Shi's face changed, his face was red and white, and he couldn't accept it at all.

He yelled angrily, who would dare to stop him, but Teacher Hongjun spoke up, how could he dare to disobey?
It's just that Chanjiao has suffered a great loss, he is a dignified sage, but he has to take back what he said, is he losing face?

His face was flushed red, his breath was surging, the four seas were rolling, and the entire Jinao Island was also crumbling.

He was not reconciled, but following Hongjun's opening, in his memory, a figure standing at the beginning of the world, like the sect of heaven and earth, the figure of the master of everything, became more and more clear.

He still can't calm down, and he is still unwilling, but what can he do?

"No, how could this be?!"

"Master!"

"Master, make the decision for us!"

Hearing Hongjun's voice, Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and Twelve Golden Immortals all seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue.

San Xiao was right in front of him, still safe and sound.

However, they were shaved off, and their expressions were distorted because of the unwillingness in their hearts, thinking that if the master stopped, wouldn't they suffer for nothing?
Daoist Randeng and the Antarctic Immortal, these people who have followed for a long time, were also horrified and fell silent.

Although I can't accept it, I can't wait to destroy Jiejiao, but I think that Jiejiao really has a deputy leader, or a mythical existence that has been blurred by karma, fate, and time.

They just felt powerless.

Obviously, many people have seen a river god at the beginning of the world, and were left with an indelible deep shadow, but when they think about it carefully, what happened becomes more and more blurred.

But it was enough to frighten the four fields!

This is exactly what Luo He wants to do, that is, when someone recites Zhang Erhe, it can really shock people.

Even saints are wary of rats, even the sky is buzzing about it, even Hongjun speaks in person.

The deputy teacher advocated that Erhe had such weight, so he was surprised, shocked and trembling all over.

"I remembered, I finally remembered!"

Duobao was injured by Yuanshi before, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his Yuanshen trembled, and his face was pale, but at this moment he ignored the injury.

There is only surprise and excitement in my heart!
He also recalled a vague memory just now, remembering that the deputy leader of the Jiejiao had existed a long time ago, and at this moment, the terrifying figure of Erhe became more and more clear.

"Our deputy leader of the sect sect has such a history?!"

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the Holy Mother of Wudang, and the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit also trembled with excitement,
"I knew it, we knew it was like this..." At this time, San Xiao was still holding the mythical Hunyuan Jindou in his hand.

But they remembered early on that they had seen the river god with their own eyes, an existence that appeared from the long river of time, how could it be wrong?

When laying out the big formation before, I gradually remembered that at the beginning of the world, they had seen San Xiao before they took shape.

The memory blurred by karma and fate in the dark, gradually remembered more during the chanting of my own teaching, and remembered that at the beginning of the world, even those chaotic demon gods, such as Shichen, Yangmei, Qiankun, Yinyang, Hongjun, etc. , but also to avoid its edge.

"Isn't... isn't this Master's friend?!"

At this moment, in front of Biyou Palace, a group of Jiejiao immortals were extremely excited, willows, stones, and monkeys, but they didn't think of anything. After all, they were too backward, and it hadn't been many years since they transformed.

They were also shocked and excited by it, and more shocked and astonished.

They deeply remembered this Erhe, and it was only a friend of the river god mentioned by the master at first.

They have never believed it, and have always assumed that this friend of Master is Master himself.

But now tell them, is Master's friend Zhang Erhe real, or is it a legend or a myth that existed at the beginning of the world? !

I just feel extremely shocked!
At the same time, I also found that this "friend" of the master is simply appalling, just chanting his name, let the saint stop, let Hongjun speak, who else, you can say who else? !

"Haha, I knew it would be like this!"

At this moment, Tongtian, who was in Zixiao Palace, was also inexplicably pleasantly surprised, and also remembered more and more long-term memories.

He had met this river god as early as during the Lich Tribulation, and confirmed that he really has been following the river for a long time. He can't be wrong. How can he be unknown if he exists like this?
Until his own family cut off the teaching crisis, and kept chanting his name, all living beings were startled awake, and Tong Tian also remembered the beginning of the world.

He was inexplicably surprised, but also like a dream.

Originally, there was no such deputy leader of the Jiejiao, and it was all because a river god on Jinao Island in his family said that he had a friend. By chance, this friend became the deputy leader of the Jiejiao. You can recite its real name today.

"Brother Tongtian, you have taught me a good method. I have no intention of offending the West, and I will never do it again. Congratulations, brother, congratulations, but... please return to Buddhism. I, the West, suffer."

The Second Saint of the West also thought of something. Now that I think about it, they should have provoked Jiejiao before!

At that time, they also heard about this Erhe, but they didn't take it seriously. The memories that kept coming up at this time made their scalps tingle!
It's just that their crying and shameless appearance only got a sneer from the sky. Whoever told them to take advantage of the opportunity to establish Buddhism and save the religion, they should be heartbroken.

Still want to go back to Buddhism, no way!
Tong Tian didn't bother to pay attention to the Second Saint of the West, the memory was still emerging, and he still didn't know what happened to this mythical river god.

"Ah!" At this moment, Saint Nuwa let out a sigh, as if he remembered something.

"San Xiao cut off my twelve personal disciples, how can I give up, just now that there are many murders and catastrophes, I take action to send them to the list, isn't this following the general trend of heaven and earth?"

"Please also tell the disciples, the teacher, where is the existence that shocked the beginning of the world."

Yuanshi Tianzun was unwilling, and was still staring at Sanxiao, and even asked Teacher Hongjun.

He still wants to deal with Jiejiao!
As soon as these words came out, there was a murderous aura that was as real as it was, raging for tens of thousands of light years, and the whole world entered a severe winter in an instant.

But Jiejiao was not afraid of him, he immediately glared at him, and was still chanting the name of the deputy leader.

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were all gnashing their teeth, beating their chests and stamping their feet. Thinking of what they had heard about the deputy leader of Jiejiao before, they all disdainful, but now even the master had to stop, it was filled with hatred.

At this time, they are all looking at Tianyu, wanting to know where is this legendary mythical river god at the beginning of the shocking appearance of the world?
"He...will not appear again."

boom!
Hongjun's deep and ethereal voice sounded again. As soon as these words came out, almost all the prehistoric creatures were stunned. They just remembered that this person was a legend.

Now he says he won't show up again.

Has it fallen?
That's right, if such an existence does not die, how can the prehistoric world be remembered by no one, and how can it be as if it does not exist?
So, Zhang Erhe has actually fallen?

For a time, there were different opinions.

"No matter what, it was because of his appearance that Honghuang was able to touch a vast and long-lasting mythical land, leaving behind a huge cause and effect that cannot be touched."

"Yuan Shi, you shouldn't make a move."

"The Great Tribulation of Conferring Gods will proceed as scheduled. During the outbreak of the Great Tribulation, the three religions can only enter the Tribulation to decide the outcome."

"An era belonging to mythology is coming, and Primordial Purple Qi has already belonged to it. It was promised as early as the beginning of the world that it would be the disciple of a friend of his across the past and present. Everything was preordained long ago."

Boom, boom!

As the words fell, the 33-day vision of purple qi was always reflected, accompanied by the entanglement of merit, the splashing of rays of light, and the surging of auspicious clouds, a ray of deep primordial purple qi was conceived and floated down.

And that's not all.

In addition to this ray of majestic purple energy, the sage Nuwa of Zixiao Palace also threw down a stone that exudes colorful light.

Beyond the chaos, a terrifying figure slowly opened its eyes and plucked a dead branch lingering with the law of the chaotic space avenue.

They landed on Jin'ao Island one after another. To be precise, they fell into the hands of Luohe's three disciples, Monkey, Shitou and Yangliu.

The monkey took the finger-sized strand of primordial purple air, and heard an ethereal voice in his ear, saying that a friend of the River God, who crossed the past and the present, said that the monkey wanted to become a great sage...

hum!
A stone shrouded in colorful rays of light fell into Jiuqiao's hands, and a voice from above was also heard, saying that a friend of the River God, who crossed the past and present, said that he wanted to become the immortal stone of Jiuqiao and Eight Holes.

The dead branch that Yang Liu took over contained the space law of the Great Dao of Chaos, and he was also breathing stagnantly. He also heard the voice from Chaos, saying that a friend of the River God, who crossed the past and the present, said that she wanted to practice the willow magic method... …

Under the eyes of everyone, the three of them got three treasures under the envious eyes of others.

At first he looked dazed, but then he held his breath and froze in place, his heart filled with endless surprises.

"Purple Qi?!"

Kunpeng, Haotian, Minghe, and Luya, these prehistoric quasi-sages came here for the primordial purple energy, but they had no chance to get it, and they didn't dare to have any indiscriminate intentions.

You Qi heard Hong Jun say that this was the idea of ​​the River God, so he could only sigh in his heart and shake his head.

boom!
Yuanshi Tianzun was so angry that he could not calm down, he glanced at Jujiao with cold eyes, and then at the Twelve Golden Immortals, he was really unwilling to let it go.

Besides, the river god will not appear again, maybe he has already fallen, why can't he stop teaching?
I also heard that the river god left an ancient cause and effect, and what kind of mythical place is completely unheard of.

He only held back his anger a little bit when he heard that the conferring of the gods was going on as scheduled and that the three religions were robbed and then killed.

"Alright, alright, since the river god has become a legend, after the catastrophe erupts, I will teach and then destroy you, unless you still have such a river god, hmph!"

Yuanshi Tianzun was furious, but what could he do? The teacher even spoke, and could only wave his hands suddenly with anger, leading twelve personal disciples, as well as Taoist Chanjiao Randeng, the Antarctic fairy.Yun Zhongzi, go back to Kunlun Yuxu Palace.

Haotian, Kunpeng, Styx, and Luya who had gathered here also gradually left with turbulent hearts.

"Jiang Ziya Shen Gongbao, where are the two apprentices?!"

Yuanshi Tianzun took one step at a time, how horrified, Xumi returned to Kunlun in no time.

His aura was surging, his Taoist robe was hooting, and his anger was hard to calm, so he could only find his place in the catastrophe.

At this moment, the time is coming, and Jiang Ziya Shen Gongbao, whom he has placed high hopes on, has already become a disciple and has already achieved success in cultivation.

little time.

A Taoist with a three-strand beard came in with his sleeves facing the wind and his sleeves lined with light silk, his hemp shoes covered with clouds and mist.

His eyeballs turned sharply like a flash of inspiration, but also with a bit of cunning, just like Shen Gongbao.

Then a Taoist with a sense of immortality and long hair followed closely, that is, Jiang Ziya.

Yuanshi Tianzun was still holding a breath of anger in his heart, unable to get through his thoughts, summoned Jiang Ziya and Shen Gongbao to come, and at the same time as the layout of the gods, the memory of the beginning of the world was still recovering.

I gradually remembered how that existence became a legend, and finally understood how important the so-called mythical land is.

But I still have all kinds of doubts, and I will go to Zixiao Palace again to ask Teacher Hongjun for clarification.

"Will it not appear again?"

"impossible!"

At this moment, on Jiejiao Jinao Island, the prehistoric powers in all directions are gradually retreating, and after Chanjiao left in embarrassment, the world still has not calmed down, and it is still shaking violently amidst sounds of mourning.

At this time, all the disciples who stopped teaching were shocked.

Jiejiao has always firmly believed that his assistant teacher advocated the existence of Erhe, because the leader said that the name of the deputy leader can be recited in times of crisis, and it can really shock the whole world.

This name is even more shocking!

But it was like a bright meteor passing by. Who would have thought that the deputy leader of Jiejiao would not appear again, wouldn't he have fallen?
A legend that will never appear again, and why is it the deputy leader of Jiejiao? What happened?
"How could this be?"

San Xiao deeply remembered seeing that Zhang Erhe during the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation.

When did he fall, was it at the beginning of the world?

Yun Xiao thought with an ugly face, he stepped on the ancient and modern, walked the long river of time, and appeared from the long river of time at the beginning, maybe... maybe he returned to the beginning of the world, and then something happened, so he passed away forever ……

After discovering that it all made sense, what followed was unspeakable grief, which enveloped Jiejiao.

Although the turmoil of the majestic purple air has passed,
The Twelve Golden Immortals were cut off, and they couldn't please the teaching, but they couldn't be happy about cutting off the teaching.

It is unacceptable that the assistant teacher who was famous just now, Zhuan Erhe, has actually fallen.

"Only Master knows that I want to be a great saint..."

The monkey's cultivation base is low, but he got the majestic purple energy, which was beyond the expectations of everyone in the vast expanse.

The sky is self-defeating, the holy position is lacking, and the purple qi has no owner. They all thought that this ray of majestic purple qi would fall into the hands of some prehistoric power, but it happened to fall into the hands of such a disciple who had just transformed hands.

But the monkey's eyes were red, and he wept because Zhang Erhe suspected that he had fallen.

"If Master's friend is himself, then Master..." Yang Liu got a dead branch of a chaotic hollow poplar tree, and the stone got a colorful stone.

But burst into tears.

Shizun also choked up his voice and said: "Master... Only Master knows who we want to be, and the friend he mentioned by Master is probably himself, so Master is dead?"

"how so?!"

Yang Liu said: "Master said that his friend has a long river of time. If Master's friend is Master himself, then he can follow the past and the present, and he can go back to the beginning of the world. What happened at the beginning, why did Master go back and it disappeared, let’s go, let’s go back and see if Master is in the river, if not... woohoo, we will bury Master’s river..."

"?"

At this moment, Luohe is swimming in the long river of time, but he can also rely on the three great rivers to follow him and know what these three "good disciples" are talking about.

Hearing that his river was going to be buried, his face turned black immediately, thinking whether Zhang Erhe was dead or alive, what did it have to do with Luohe?
(End of this chapter)