Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 763 Hong Jun, Yang Mei

On the vast and boundless prairie of Beiyuan, there are thunders raging and shining between the sky and the earth, and thousands of thunders fall to the ground from time to time, which is very spectacular.

In this scene, if Ye Ang yelled: "Where is the Taoist friend going through the tribulation here, it will definitely not violate the peace."

Under the guidance of Yang Mei, Che Ji ran wildly on all fours, and he had to pay attention to avoiding the thick thunderbolts that fell down along the way.

Although this thunderbolt looked scary, it didn't have the power of catastrophe, and it wasn't true that any cultivator was here to overcome the catastrophe.

With the ability of the bite, it is not easy to avoid these thunders. He let go of his legs and ran towards a certain direction in the direction pointed by Yang Mei.

Inside the gazebo, looking at the rapidly receding scenery outside, Yang Hui supported his chin with his arms, pouted in boredom.

"Father, my godfather, what is he going to do? He directs the bitch to run around like this. For a while, he is walking in the snowy mountains and snowstorms, for a while, he is rushing on the waves of the East China Sea, and for a while, he is riding a dragon in the desert of the Northwest." Rolling, racing in the sand, and now fighting against thunder on the northern plains, what if I get exhausted?"

"Hmph!" Yang Mei snorted dissatisfiedly, "Hui'er, don't talk nonsense, with your friend's cultivation base, you can't put it in His eyes."

He squinted at Yang Hui, "I don't even look at it, everyone else is a Taiyi Golden Immortal who has turned nine, but you are still a Taiyi Golden Immortal who has turned six, what kind of mind do you have?"

"Hmph!" Yang Hui became even more unhappy, hugging a pair of green lotus roots in front of his chest, pouted his mouth, and turned his head away, not looking at Yang Mei.

Seeing the presence of the old god Fuxi, Empress Nuwa was lost in thought, she couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, "Oh, you guys are really no fun."

"Slap!" Ye Ang slapped her lightly on the head, causing Yang to reply "Ouch".

"Your Father God hasn't been back to Honghuang for a long time, it's rare to come back, walk around, wander around, what's wrong with it, you just talk too much."

Yang Hui felt aggrieved, and looked at Yang Mei suspiciously again, thinking that Father God had not come back for a long time, but felt sour, nodded, turned his head and said to Che Ji: "Che, let's run fast!" A bit."

Well, this girl really believed it.

With a roar, Chu Yu suddenly accelerated, and a huge force came suddenly, but it didn't shake the saints at all.

It's just that the huge roar stopped suddenly when the bitch had just raised its speed to the maximum.

At the same time, the wildly dancing thunder snakes in the sky quickly annihilated and disappeared without a trace.

Chewy let out a roar of dissatisfaction, and stopped in his tracks helplessly. According to his experience, Yang Mei was going to move again.

Sure enough, Yang Mei said leisurely: "Let's go to the Southwest Wilderness!"

Chu Yu didn't hesitate, and his supernatural powers circulated all over his body, and a void door appeared, and he directly escaped into it with several saints.

Yang Hui looked at Yang Mei, and if he realized something, the time for Father God to change places this time seemed to be much faster than last time.

……

In the southwest of Honghuang, the mountains and ravines are not in a circle, rolling and rolling, and the waves are magnificent.

Above the clouds, looking down, I feel that the mountains below seem to be alive, with their heads facing Buzhou and their tails facing southwest, as if countless dragons and snakes are rushing to Buzhou.

"Wanmai Chaozu, it's really spectacular." Yang Mei nodded in praise, this kind of scene, even for a strong man like him in the Primordial Realm, finds it pleasing to the eye.

Ye Ang just looked down, then shook his head, "It's been more than 2000 billion years, but it's only four miles away from Buzhou Mountain. I really have to wait for Wanmai to go to the ancestors. I don't know if I have to wait until after immeasurable kalpas."

Yang Mei didn't answer. In his opinion, this kind of change itself is a kind of great fortune. Although it is small, it has given birth to infinite changes, so that the future prehistoric land has more possibilities.

Yang Hui's nimble eyes blinked, looked at the sky outside, and said with some surprise: "The weather outside is very calm, I thought there would be some strange vision again this time."

Chu Yu also stopped in mid-air, raised his head to the sky and let out a long cry, then looked back at Yang Mei, waiting for his instructions.

Yang Mei smiled proudly, and said to Ye Ang: "It seems that our fellow Taoist's mind has calmed down."

"That's fine, let me meet this old friend."

Yang Mei's big sleeves fluttered, his cloak was fluttering in the wind, he walked in the void, and said to Shi Yu: "I will go this time, you are waiting for my good news."

Uh?Yang Hui looked helplessly at the figure of Father God going away, and then he vaguely understood who he seemed to be looking for, and couldn't help asking: "Father, my Father God will be fine."

Ye Ang smiled lightly: "Visiting relatives and friends, what can I do?"

"Really?" Yang Hui was a little doubtful, and turned around to use his supernatural powers to investigate, but in a short while, Yang Mei was already flying around, and he used his supernatural powers to cover himself. The gap between Yang Hui and him can be called heaven, naturally It cannot be detected.

So after a while, she gave up her small thoughts in frustration.

But after a while, she couldn't rest anymore, and flew out of the gazebo, walking around.

Ye Ang didn't care about her, and just let Che Yu carry the pavilion on his back and walk aimlessly among the misty mountains.

Ye Ang and Nvwa sat side by side, and let Shiyu carry the gazebo through the towering mountains and mountains. The clouds and mist in front of her eyes were like silk, passing over the gazebo and the pavilion.

Nu Wa unconsciously leaned on Ye Ang's shoulder, enjoying this rare quiet moment.

This area should be in the morning at this time, and the clouds and mists are shrouded between the sacred mountains. Behind the clouds and mists in the distance, there is a faint reddish glow, which is getting brighter and brighter.

Ye Ang stretched out his arms to embrace Nuwa, and cherished this rare moment very much.

He was still a little thankful in his heart, fortunately Yang Hui was very cooperative and left early, and he was not worried that Yang Hui would have any accidents, so he enjoyed this wonderful moment with peace of mind.

……

Surrounded by clouds and mist, on a towering tree, Taoist Hongjun, who was already a boy with white hair, stood with his hands behind his back. His wide Taoist robe made his already tall body even taller.

Over the past few days, he has traveled all over the prehistoric and desolate places because of the little boredom that always exists in his heart, and it is also because he is in an extremely special state at this time, which can be called the sub-sacred extreme state, which cannot be described by the perfection of Taiyi Jinxian.

As a result, wherever he went, the heaven and earth interacted with his state of mind, changing unpredictablely, and various visions were generated.

It wasn't until time passed that his heart gradually calmed down, and it seemed that he was about to smooth out the little diamond-like boredom in his heart.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of the sacred tree, looking down, and suddenly felt refreshed. Although the little trouble still existed, he had already faintly grasped it.

Taoist Hongjun believes that he only needs one chance to break through all doubts, see his true self, and then ascend to the Hunyuan Realm with the most perfect posture!

Suddenly, Taoist Hongjun frowned, and looked down from a distance, and saw that at the end of his line of sight, clouds and mist scattered to both sides, as if a supreme being descended, and the sea of ​​clouds divided the faults.

A tall monk with silver hair and white clothes was striding away, his feet stepped on the void, walking like a dragon and a tiger, his arms were magnificent, as if he wanted to overwhelm everything.

However, Taoist Hongjun's cultivation base is superb, and he faintly sees another possibility.

It was as if the world centered on him, and the surrounding world, time and space were converging towards him.

It wasn't that he was walking towards him, but that the space he was in was approaching him.

(End of this chapter)