Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"Everyone is free, everyone is free?"

Zixu repeated these two words, then turned around and looked at the ancient style with an extremely complex look.

It took a long time to say, "it's not easy for everyone to get great freedom and real freedom? The way of heaven is oppression. One level oppresses another. Who can be really free? Who can be really comfortable? Even if you become an immortal, you will have a day when your life is exhausted. No one can get rid of the six ways of life and death. "What freedom?"

Speaking of this, Zixu was a little sad.

But the ancient wind was secretly clenching his fist, and a raging fire of war was gradually burning in his chest.

The way of heaven is unfair and oppressive. Why not go against it?

However, the old style can only think about it in his heart. His strength is poor. What he says is nonsense and fallacy.

Gu Feng clearly remembers that when he was eight or nine years old, when he cast Taoist wares in Chizhou, he once made heroic words to exchange the blue sky for the heaven. He wanted to go against this unfair way of heaven. He wants everyone to be free and free.

At that time, he was a child without taboo and heroic words. But now I can't say these words easily. My strength is poor and can only be used as a joke by others.

While talking, they had crossed the magnificent Forbidden City and came to the foot of Ziyun mountain.

Without exception, Zixu deliberately slowed down his pace to let the ancient wind enjoy the majestic and majestic Ziyun mountain.

The ancient style is naturally the praise that should be praised, and the praise that should be praised has won Zixu's good opinion.

Under the leadership of Zixu, the ancient wind crossed the fairy mountain again and again, and felt thousands of feelings in his heart.

Ziyun mountain is much larger than gaoleshan, xingxingge and wuliangzong. The mountains are continuous and heavy, with one branch and one ethnic group living in it. Roughly counting, the whole Ziyun mountain range contains 50 or 60 small mountains. In other words, there are fifty or sixty branches in Zifu!

It is indeed a super family, the first of the eight wastelands, which is unmatched. Compared with goleshan, which also has a family situation, I don't know how many times it has become strong.

"Zifu's important theory is the second. Who dares to be the first?" The ancient wind sighed heartily, with a little shock in his heart. Continued: "such a big family, let alone in the eight wastelands, even in the whole dragon kingdom or the whole divine world, should be ranked on the number?"

Hearing the speech, Zixu looked at the ancient style and smiled without saying anything.

The praise of the ancient style really made him very useful, but he knew that Zifu was indeed the leader in the eight wastelands, but it was not enough to see it in the whole dragon region and even the whole divine world. Their purple mansion, from the generation of their ancestors, is only a hundred thousand years old. But those terrible Zhenzheng families in the Dragon Kingdom and holy kingdom can be traced back to ancient times.

In the holy land, there are many big families and even saints flying all over the sky

"If I can establish such a family one day in the future, I will die without regret!" Ancient wind road.

"Ha ha ha!"

At this moment, Zixu completely laughed, patted the antique shoulder and said with a smile: "it's good for young people to have ideals, but they can also be practical. Our purple mansion has such a scale, which has accumulated for more than 100000 years. You are only in your early twenties... "

"But then again, you really should take a long-term view, and your vision should not be limited to the eight wastelands. You should look to the holy land, which should be your ultimate battlefield! "

"Holy land, Holy Land... I'll go!"

The ancient wind raised his eyes and looked in one direction, full of war in his heart.

He will not forget what the barbarian blue told him. Chengxian road will be opened soon. At that time, the top demons immersed for thousands of years will be born one after another.

Presumably, it will be a good place for beacon fire and blood boiling, right?

Tianzhufeng is located in the center of the whole Ziyun mountain range. This is the place where the master of Zifu family lives. Surrounded by mountains, the stars hold the moon.

The heavenly main peak is straight into the sky and can't see the top. Layers of fairy fog curl around, just like a pillar of Optimus.

The ancient wind was taken by Zixu to a place called "Zixin hall" above the Lord peak. Before formally stepping into the purple heart hall, the ancient wind felt a terrible killing opportunity and shrouded himself.

Unable to help it, the ancient wind slowed down and his face became iron blue. He knew that he was likely to face a life and death test next.

"Why, are you afraid? I didn't expect you to be afraid, too? When you led tens of thousands of troops to block the demons in Kyushu, you were never afraid. When you trampled on the majesty of our purple mansion in the Forbidden City a year ago, why didn't you see you scared? "

When he came here, Zixu also put away the smile on his face, restored the normal color of his face and questioned the ancient style.

Gu Feng looked back at Zixu deeply and didn't refute. Just getting dressed, he strode towards the palace gate.

When he stepped into the hall, the face of the ancient wind became more ugly. He was oppressed by strong pressure and undisguised oppression, which almost made him unable to stand up.

In the middle of the lobby sat a middle-aged man in purple robe, with purple hair and extreme dignity. It was Ziyang, the father of zilinger and zixiahan.

In the left and right lower positions of Ziyang, there are four dignified elders with the same strong breath. Unexpectedly, they are all great saints. On both sides were twelve old people with a slightly weaker breath.

At a glance, the ancient wind judged that these twelve people were all small saints!

Five great saints, twelve little saints, including Zixu, a total of 18 saints!!!

"In the ancient wind, I'd like to meet the master of Ziyang family and the predecessors of Zifu!"

Gu Feng forcibly calmed his mind and bowed to Ziyang.

Gu Feng's heart was shocked. In order to welcome himself, Zifu put on such a powerful real face, which was really shocking.

"Hum!"

Just after the ancient wind saluted, a cold hum rang. The man then said, "just a little upright, why don't you kneel?"

He looked up and said one of the twelve little saints.

The man had a pair of triangular eyes, a goat beard and a typical villain's face.

Glancing at the old goat, Gu Feng said in a loud voice: "when I came to the Forbidden City, no matter ordinary people or monks, everyone is equal, and there is no phenomenon of who kneels for whom. This is the credit of your purple house and the style of your purple house. I have given a great gift to the master of Ziyang family. Why should I kneel down? "

Although he said so, the ancient wind gave a cold hum in his heart. If you want him to do the gift of ghost Abby, these people are not afraid that they can't afford it?