Xianwu star

Chapter 890

Coming like a flower in a mirror, and leaving like a moon in a mirror, the method of the World Honored One made Wang Zheng feel like he was in a dream.Even now that Wang Zheng has a chaotic body, he still can't comprehend the mystery of the World Honored One's methods.

It can be said that among the many people Wang Zheng has met along the way, the World Honored One is definitely the strongest one.

After all, although Qi Zixiao's methods were overbearing, Wang Zheng could also feel the aura of overbearing.And what about the World Honored One?Everything comes like a spring breeze without leaving any traces.

Wang Zheng, who was in the sky at this moment, felt the direction of the spiritual energy, and suddenly found that he was in the southern barren land of Dongdahu, the ancestral land of the monster clan.

Looking at the endless mountains under his feet, and the primitive and wild atmosphere in them, Wang Zheng grinned: "Master, did this on purpose? But I don't intend to film for the Yaozu right now."

The Great Sage is back!

This is the task given to Wang Zheng by the World Honored One, and it is also an idea that sprouted in Wang Zheng's heart after seeing the battle against the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor fights against the sky, even though he is defeated, it is an honor.Such a story can definitely be changed by oneself and put on Journey to the West, but how to change it depends on how the reality develops.

Therefore, Journey to the West cannot be rushed now, nor can it be rushed.Under such circumstances, many monster races in the Southern Wilderness have no possibility of becoming actors for the time being.

"Great Sage... I am afraid that apart from the monster clan, few people in the world know that there is a clan in the world that can change ever-changingly, and there is a holy ape in the world that can enter the fairy world with its own power."

Wang Zheng shook his head and chuckled, gradually having some thoughts in his mind.

Since the Great Sage is about to return, let's take a picture of the Great Sage Returning.Use such a story to tell all living beings that there is still such a monkey in the world, but he fell asleep and has not yet returned.

With this idea in mind, Wang Zheng simply planned to deduce it first. The spiritual consciousness surged between the heaven and the earth. Wang Zheng found that there was nothing here that might affect his own existence, so he sat cross-legged in the void, mentally Introverted, he deduces the image of Dasheng in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He planned to make a cartoon like his previous life.But this cartoon is not just for children, but for the whole world!
Thinking of this, Wang Zheng suddenly smiled. He thought of a small incident he encountered in his previous life when he was watching the return of the Great Sage.

At that time in the movie theater, a child next to Wang Zheng asked his mother, "Isn't this a cartoon? Why are there so many grown-ups watching it?"

His mother replied: "Because they have been waiting for the return of the great sage, and they have grown up after waiting and waiting."

At that time, Wang Zheng was very touched, but now, he wants to bring this kind of touch to more people.For many elders of the Yaozu, and those beings who grew up listening to the legend of the Holy Emperor, the return of the Great Sage may really move them from the bottom of their hearts.

Sitting cross-legged, the smile on the corner of Wang Zheng's mouth gradually subsided, and the majestic spiritual thoughts surged in the void. The large expanse of void above his head was like a drawing board, and black lines of different shades began to be outlined. Various shapes.

In the wild and barren mountains, a great existence is sleeping.At least in the eyes of many Yaozu, he is a great existence.

Within a radius of ten thousand miles, this old ancestor is well-known, not for anything else, but because he once broke into the heavenly court.

Of course, this patriarch has kept the details of his deeds secret and has never told anyone about them, but from the ears of a group of little demons, being able to break into the Immortal Realm is an extremely awesome thing!
However, this ancestor doesn't like any ostentation, he has always kept a low profile, and usually practiced in retreat in the cave.

But on this day, the demon sage, whose main body was the blood of a six-winged dragon scale and leopard, suddenly felt a powerful and unscrupulous divine mind surge in the distant sky.

The vastness and abnormality of the divine thoughts are obviously the divine thoughts of the human race.Immediately, with a terrifying scar on his face, the ancestor who looked like an old man walked out of the cave alone in a black robe and looked towards the sky.

"Ok?"

As soon as the white-haired demon sage with iron aura raised his head, a dignified and puzzled look appeared on his face.

He could clearly see a human race sitting cross-legged in the sky, but because he didn't want to expose himself, he just peeped carefully and did not expose himself.

What puzzled him was that there were lines of different shades on the top of the human race's head that were constantly outlining something.

"Could it be that you are performing a law? But what kind of law is this?"

The eyes of the iron-blooded old man were full of doubts, and he decided to watch it for a while before speaking.

As the lines continued to be deleted, deleted, and subtracted, the old man could see that the human race seemed to be carving a picture in the void with divine thoughts.

The picture is very strange and not realistic, but it makes people understand what he is drawing at a glance.

Under the gaze of the old man, a solitary cliff was soon outlined. Above the cliff, the sky was full of auspicious clouds, and there were bursts of fairy light.

There are vague figures on the pillar-like auspicious clouds, but the human race didn't deliberately outline them, so the old man couldn't see clearly what those people were.

"This painting is interesting."

The old man showed a rare smile. It was obviously not a realistic painting style, but it conveyed a different sense of reality, which made the old man very interested.

But then, the old man's eyes froze suddenly.

Lines began to be drawn on the cliff, and a vague figure appeared in the sky.

It was a humanoid creature sitting on the cliff in an extremely exaggerated posture. Under the black and white lines, although his appearance was blurred, his movements and the angle at which he raised his jaw made the old man feel a string in his heart. Was touched in general.

After the black and white lines, there are large areas of aura gathered together in color.

Bright red, dazzling gold... As the colors were continuously added to the original draft, a vivid figure appeared in front of the old man.

He is sitting on a cliff, wearing a hundred-foot red catty, a bronze helmet and a golden armor!
The old man's body trembled uncontrollably, and he suddenly thought of the past, the figure that he could only look up from behind.

That figure also once sat high on the edge of the cliff in the fairyland, facing hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers from the fairyland alone.

"His Majesty……"

His throat seemed to be blocked. The old man tried to open his mouth several times, but in the end he could only say these two words.

But at this moment, he has already burst into tears, how can he still look like the iron-blooded old man before?

No one knew better than him what that upright figure represented in his heart.

He is faith!
(End of this chapter)