Landed in the Floods 20,000 Years Ahead of Schedule

In the days that followed, no matter how Wang Shuo persuaded him, Yao Chi would always follow behind him, becoming a little follower.

Wang Shuo looked at this girl helplessly. Under the shade of Buzhou Mountain, he pulled the corner of his clothes and looked at him pitifully, so that he couldn't bear to scold him anymore.

"teacher……"

"Well, what's the matter, if you have anything, just ask."

"Where have your [-] years... gone?"

"I...I can't tell myself."

Wang Shuo shook his head, the things here are too complicated to make sense with Yao Chi.

"Teacher, are you not leaving?" Yaochi asked, looking at him.

"No, you've asked this question many times." Wang Shuo covered his forehead with a headache, feeling like Yaochi had fallen into evil.

While the two were wandering around, they came to the top of Buzhou Mountain. Whether it was Yaochi or Wang Shuo, they had already been able to ignore the pressure of Pangu, standing on this high mountain, looking at the ups and downs, the majestic prehistoric, all showing a little smile.

"The scenery here is not bad, right?" Wang Shuo turned back and looked at Yaochi with a pair of bright eyes.

Yao Chi nodded: "It's beautiful..."

Indeed, looking down from here, it is really beautiful, between the sky and the earth surrounded by clouds, the looming peaks...

The endless green mountains and fields, as well as birds that could be seen from time to time, as well as many beautiful mountains.

"teacher……"

"Well, what's wrong?" Wang Shuo turned his head.

Yao Chi just looked at it like this and said with a smile, "It's okay, I just wanted to call you."

Wang Shuo was slightly speechless and did not answer.

And here, a stay, is for several years.

The sun and the moon change, and the scenery is beautiful. I have traveled all over this Buzhou Mountain and even all the nearby mountains.

"Teacher, there is nothing to see here, let's go to other places, let's take a stroll..."

"it is good!"

Regarding Yaochi's request, as long as it is not too excessive, Wang Shuo has almost always responded to his request recently, and that pitiful little expression is really unbearable for ordinary people.

Traveling around the mountains and water, wandering around.

Occasionally find some spiritual fruit, which is quickly eaten by Yaochi.

She seemed to have returned to the little girl who waited for Wang Shuo to feed every day, and followed with a smile, smiling happily.

As he was walking, Wang Shuo in the sky suddenly saw a palace surrounded by purple air and filled with immortal mist.

Outside the palace, two boys were guarding, and there were countless creatures around, mumbling to themselves.

"Sage Hongjun preached for the third time, but unfortunately we missed this time, otherwise we would definitely be able to go in and listen to the sermon."

"Hey, don't you know that many people were kicked out to fight for seats before."

"Really? It's no wonder that you dare to make trouble in the Saint's Palace."

A group of people faltered and talked in low voices.

In the Zixiao Palace, there was a faintly majestic voice, which came out from the inside. Although some words could not be heard clearly, it was this little bit that made the outside creatures look addicted.

"Unknowingly... it's been thirty-three days away." Wang Shuo shook his head, this place is really full of immortal energy and glorious style.

Wang Shuo ignored Hongjun who was preaching inside, took Yaochi, and planned to leave. Now the flood... is no longer a threat to him. Even if Hongjun is sanctified, in his eyes, he is just a stronger person. Ants.

Unexpectedly, Wang Shuo was about to pass by when the door suddenly... opened, and the voice of preaching in the Zixiao Palace also stopped hoarsely.

The whole world fell into a brief silence, and all the creatures saw it in unison.

Wang Shuo recognizes almost all the creatures here, Di Jun, Hongyun, Kunpeng, Zhenyuanzi, Laozi, Primitive, Tongtian...

Many of them are familiar creatures. Wang Shuo once walked through this huge wasteland one by one, and once preached in the West. These people, seeing them at this time, are also very familiar.

"Friend Qinglian..."

The end of the sound with the sound of the avenue fell into Wang Shuo's ears, Hong Jun raised his head, and his eyes fell on him.

It's been a while since I've seen this fellow Daoist Qinglian, who has always been mysterious...

After so many years, Hong Jun can't see clearly what level of cultivation he has reached.

However, Wang Shuo's body looked no different from ordinary monks, and Wang Shuo didn't want to anger Tiandao, so he kept his cultivation at the peak of the quasi-sage.

Being checked by Hongjun like this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seemed that Hongjun had just become enlightened, and he couldn't wait to start preaching, announcing his status as the number one saint in the prehistoric times.

Because he knew from the induction of Heavenly Dao that he is still a prehistoric... the first saint, which also means that the Taoist Qinglian in front of him should not have attained enlightenment.

And the induction of Heavenly Dao to him is indeed not wrong. Wang Shuo is indeed not the first saint in Honghuang. He is a saint in the Chaos Pearl, or he became enlightened by the three thousand laws.

"Long time no see, fellow Daoist cultivation has grown a lot." Hong Jun said with a smile.

"Well, indeed." Wang Shuo nodded, his face was so indifferent from beginning to end.