Honghuang: I have been living in poverty for countless years, but I was exposed by my apprentice!

When Chu Xuan was mentioned, everyone fell silent, especially Houtu Nuwa and Xihe sisters, whose eyes were slightly red.

In ancient times, the weak and the strong preyed on each other.

There is only one creature in a million that has the talent to inherit, and every one of them wants to hide their cultivation method in a place where no one knows.

Only Chu Xuan would open the gate of Qingyang Mountain every once in a while to preach to all living beings.

There is no distinction between teaching and no matter who comes, everyone can listen.

Everyone had epiphanies and breakthroughs again and again on the mountain.

Only then did he achieve his current level of cultivation step by step.

To everyone, Chu Xuan is like a master or a father, and is the most important existence in life.

Even Kunpeng, who has a dark personality, has eyes filled with enthusiasm when he mentions Henry Chu.

"Fellow disciples, the teacher sent us away today and did not allow us to speak his name outside. I think it is because our cultivation level is low. When I return, I must concentrate on cultivation. One day, my cultivation level will reach its peak, and the name of the teacher will be praised throughout the world."The expression on Hou Tu's face was extremely serious.

The ancestral shaman of Tu was very virtuous. He was not only gentle and tolerant, but also perseverant.

"What the senior sister said is absolutely true. When we meet one day, all living beings will praise the name of the teacher!"When everyone heard this, they cupped their hands in a heroic manner, and then turned around and left in twos and threes...

Qingyang Mountain Daoxuan Hall sent away all the living beings. Henry Chu finally relaxed and swayed in the rocking chair, alone in the square outside the hall. Basking in the sun

"Ah sneeze!"

"Ah sneeze!"

"Ah sneeze!"

After sneezing three times in succession, Henry Chu rubbed his nose innocently……

"Strange, who is thinking of me?"

"As the saying goes, think once and curse twice.……"

"three tones……"

"Are three girls thinking about me at the same time?"Xuan Chu's eyes suddenly lit up and he smacked his lips:"I'm still a little uncomfortable with the sudden desertion."

For countless years, without being able to practice, Chu Xuan, except for planting some flowers and plants when he had nothing to do, spent the rest of his time relying on the company of the creatures on the mountain to pass the time.

Now that everyone is dismissed and Qingyang Mountain is closed, Chu Xuan feels in his heart empty

"Come on, in three or four more calamities, I can return to modern times!"

"It’s just a few tens of billions of years!"

Xuan Chu's eyes turned to a hillside next to the main hall, where dozens of spiritual roots were swaying on their branches:"Besides, with these flowers and plants from the time when the world first opened, wouldn't I be rich when I return to modern times?"

Dozens of spiritual roots were mature at this time, and three of them were the strongest, standing out like stars holding the moon.

As if after listening to Chu Xuan's words, one spiritual root that only bore nine fruits couldn't help but pick it up. The branches shrank, as if they couldn't bear to look directly at them, and the word"Huang Zhong" loomed on the fruit.

A spiritual root that attracted the light of the stars in the sky and bore 360 ​​fruits couldn't help but rotate the branches slightly.

The last spiritual root emitted five colors of light, representing the five distinct colors of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. After listening to Chu Xuan’s words, it shook wildly for a while, almost shaking off the fruit on its body...

Mother!

We have three top-quality innate trees. Spiritual roots!

In ancient times, even a saint would have fought for his head. As a result, you occupy the latrine every day and do nothing but just watch?

"Ah sneeze!"A sneeze!""A sneeze!""

I couldn't help but sneeze three more times.……

"Why do I always feel like something is wrong?"

After thinking about it, he really couldn't think of any way. Henry Chu simply threw it behind his mind, turned over and fell asleep beautifully.

"I hope they can survive the disaster smoothly.……"

"After all, they all look soft and weak.……"

Chaos Zixiao Palace

The moment Chu Xuan dismissed everyone and sealed Qingyang Mountain, Hongjun, who was originally planning how to make up for the missing luck, suddenly couldn't help but shudder.

"Strange, the old Taoist's cultivation level is all over the world. It is said that he has been immune to the cold and heat for a long time. Why?……"

If something goes wrong, there must be a monster. A broken jade butterfly rose up behind Hongjun's head, and he silently began to calculate.……

"Mother!"

After a moment, Hongjun's eyes suddenly widened, and the dignified saint couldn't help but curse.……

"Why did the calamity start early?"

"And there are more than a million variables?"

"The scale suddenly expanded more than ten times?"

"In the end what happened!!!"

Hongjun lost his composure. Under the promised way of heaven, there is a certain number. Small trends can be changed, but big trends are irreversible? Are more than a million variables a small trend?

Taking a deep breath, Hongjun communicated silently. The Heavenly Dao came up.

The Heavenly Dao FaLun appeared again, but instead of being eliminated, the previously imperceptible crack expanded a bit, the light was dim, and it looked like it had been severely damaged.

Hongjun passed on his doubts, and after a while In his expectant eyes, he saw Tiandao Falun trembling slightly and running away without saying a word, leaving only a message to Hongjun.

"Don't ask. If you ask, you'll get lost.……"

Hongjun's eyes widened, and he felt that his brain was about to turn into a mess...

The god was lost!

What the hell!

Hongjun, the majestic first sage of the ancient world, Taoist ancestor, felt that he was almost being ruined.

Am I so mentally broken?

"Fellow Taoist Hongjun, please speak out in the chaos!"

At this moment, an old voice came from outside the Zixiao Palace. Taking a deep breath, Hongjun once again returned to his Gujing Wubo appearance, took one step and left the Zixiao Palace.

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