Tales of Herding Gods - 1898. Chapter 1826 the undead veteran

Prince Taishang watched Qin Mu leave, and then entered the Obelisk Forest. In the Forest of Tablets, he was too easy to sit down, and the Taoist tree and Taoist fruit were shining behind him.

Too bowed to bow to the courtesy, too easy to get up and return the courtesy.

“Friends, I have discussed with Seventh Master, sending fellow Daoists and Kaitian people back to the Sixteenth Century.”

Taishang said: “If fellow Daoists and Kaitianzhong stay here, I am afraid Seventh Young Master will have evil thoughts in his heart. He will kill Kaitianzhong and reincarnate fellow Daoists. Although Kaitianzhong has done a lot of evil, it is also A possibility to save the future. It’s just that the harm of opening the heavens is too great, I’m afraid he will not let you go.”

Too Yi said: “The eldest son was guilty of killing Tiandu for the Mi Luo Palace master back then, so he wanted to compensate me and Kai Tianzhong?”

The son-in-law shook his head: “If the teacher did not kill Tiandu, Kaitianzhong would still become Kaitianzhong, and it would not change because of this. Kaitianzhong in Tiandu City has the power to open up heaven and earth, and they abuse this power without restraint. In comparison, the Milu Palace is more orderly and less harmful.”

“Fart!” In the obelisks, the faces of the open sky crowd appeared, and the words of the eldest son were unsavory.

Those who opened up the heavens cursed and ridiculed Miluo Palace to bully others. If Tianducheng was given time to grow up, ten Miluo Palace owners would also be killed by the Lord of Heaven, and ten Miluo Palaces were also smashed.

The owner of the Miluo Palace was jealous of their power, so he wiped out the Lord of Heaven before they had grown up.

The Kaitian people ridiculed the Mi Luo Palace master for not being able to tolerate people. If they were to replace them, they would have resolved the disillusionment and creation of the universe long ago and created a perfect world.

They ridiculed the incompetence of the Miluo Palace master, so that they were so exhausted that they deserved to kick their legs to death.

The son is too unconcerned.

Too Yi frowned, and was helpless to these openers, and said: “How can Dao brother send us back to the Sixteenth Century?”

“I will transform the Tao and return my strength to the universe.”

The Supreme Lord had just said this, the Kaitian crowd sneered again and said one after another: “The Lord, the poor boy will be the same as the old thief of the Miluo Palace master. Dao Xin is dead!”

Tai Shang continued: “It is useless to keep my Dao tree, so I plan to borrow your axe to chop down my Dao tree and make a boat, and put you on the boat to the 16th century.”

The Kaitian people were suppressed in the stone tablet, and laughed at the words: “Too old thief, isn’t your Taoist tree cheaper for us? If you have the ability, you will also leave your Tao fruit for us to sacrifice!”

“With your ability, can you trap us? When we get out of your boat, we will kill you in the seventeenth century and heal your dead brain!”

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Tai Shangdao: “I built the Dao Ship and sent you to the Sixteenth Century, but before that, the Seventh Son must go back to the past and become the Seventh Son, otherwise I dare not send you back.”

Too Yi said: “Are you afraid that he will turn back, kill the carbine while you are reincarnated, and kill all the Kaitians?”

Tai Shang said: “Seventh Young Master has killed many people in the past sixteen cosmic epochs. His style is very difficult to rest assured. I have to watch him go back in time to dare to rest assured.”

Too Yi nodded: “Me too.”

The two sat down and waited quietly.

Qin Mu wandered, and first went to the original site of the ancestral court, where it has become a battlefield for enlightened people. The ancestral garden Hunyuan Ding was beaten to pieces by the son’s foreign treasures, and several of the sons’ foreign treasures have been destroyed. Destroyed, only the Tongtianjing of the Grand Prince Taishang is left.

The Lord of the Miluo Palace and the enlightened ones turned offensive to defensive, guarding the Tongtianjing, so that Lan Mitian, Xushenghua and others could never break through.

Qin Mu looked at the battlefield from a distance, and then drifted away. He wandered in the starry sky and went to the four poles of the sky. The four poles of the universe have become more vast now. There are various races here that are thriving, and the four poles of the sky have long made him feel To unfamiliar.

When he came to the southern sky from the Antarctic sky, he saw that the sky here looked like a small Yankang. Everything seemed to be in order. The gods were in charge of power and used their power to serve the mortals. The mortals prospered in business and provided them to the gods. We have all kinds of supplies.

Qin Mu walked through the heavens one by one, and few people in the heavens and the realms knew him.

The history of 3.5 billion years has made everything extremely unfamiliar.

He walked through the ruins of the former battlefield, standing in the ruins to mourn the heroes who died in the past in history. He also looked for the enemy’s tombs, but unfortunately he never found them.

Time is too long, the world has forgotten him, forgotten those who fought for the future.

They may not understand why the people in the past fought and died, or the people who threw their heads and shed their blood in the Five Tribulations Era.

Even, they are not interested in understanding the history of the Five Tribulations era.

The struggles of Longhan, Chiming, Emperor, Kaihuang, Yankang, and generation after generation have been contaminated with dust. Not many people brush the dust off and read the dusty pages of the book.

Qin Mu was full of melancholy, and finally came to the Metaverse.

The metaworld was larger and heavier than when he left. The ancestral court no longer exists and has become a heavy weapon. The metaverse has replaced the ancestral court and has become the center of the heavens and worlds.

Yankang’s heavenly court was built here, and Gongsunying’s main body Yuanmu also became lush. The little girl who used to treat him as a tree and needed watering became a symbol of the Yuanjie.

Qin Mu is like a mortal, walking in the cities of the Metaverse, observing and experiencing people’s livelihood.

The Metaverse has become completely unfamiliar, the economy of the economy has become very different from when he left, and the cultural customs have also become so strange that he feels out of place, and the architectural styles of the gods make him think in a daze. Came to a foreign world.

People’s clothing, food, language, and even runes have become different from before.

He is like an old antique dug from an ancient tomb, and has no commonality with this world.

Qin Mu was a little apprehensive and perplexed. He wanted to see if the ideals he had implemented were still there. He saw that Gods are used by people, and that the way of saints lies in the daily use of the people, and the ideals are still there. However, what left him at a loss was whether it was God. People are still accustomed to this.

They don’t understand the meaning of this normality, nor do they know how many bloody battles are hidden in it, and how many people have paid their lives for it.

After all, a million years of history is too short compared to 3.5 billion years of peace.

Million years of history In 3.5 billion years, perhaps it is just a page in a thick history book. This page cannot contain the seven heavenly deities of Longhan, the Red Emperor and Ming Emperor, and the support. The Yue Tianzun and Ling Tianzun in the age of the emperor couldn’t let go of the dozen or so emperors who stood upright and shouted that the lives are greater than the heavens.

There is no place for Wuyou Township in the book, no place for Kaihuang and his four great heavenly masters and four great heavenly kings, no place for Daxu, no place for the first ancestor, emperor.

Qin Mu in this history book may be just a short text, not to mention the unforgettable battles and the unforgettable faces in his opinion.

The history books of the world cannot remember these.

Heroes buried in history are like water drops in the sea or sand in the desert. No one remembers them.

Even the return of a hero in history is unknown.

He walked for a long time, passing through the gods cities. Some of the remains of the battlefield have been destroyed in time, turned into gods cities, and high-rise buildings, and some are completely deserted and no one remembers them. Only when he passed by, Pay a tribute to it.

“Mu Tianzun, is that you?”

Qin Mu heard a voice of vicissitudes while mourning in Lanfeng Valley. He followed the sound and saw a big black tiger. He was stunned and smiled to meet the big black tiger that leaped forward.

That is the Black Tiger God, his brother.

The Black Tiger God rushed forward, turning into an old man with a gray face and beard, hugging him, crying and laughing, and suddenly said loudly, “Master, your second disciple is back!”

There are several grass cottages in the mountains and forests of Lanfeng Valley. The woodcutter saint pushed open the door of the grass cottage and walked out. It is still the former decoration, which has never changed with the changes of the world.

He is also like an old antique. He is too old to be abandoned by the times.

Although his appearance is the same as before, but like a mature dandelion, his hair is getting less and less.

Qin Mu strode forward and hugged the somewhat reserved woodcutter saint.

The woodcutter struggled and couldn’t get rid of it. Instead, he urged the rusty axe in the corner of the wall to hack and threaten him to release himself, but he was quietly pressed by the Black Tiger God with his paw out.

Qin Mu finally let go of him.

The two of them sat down at the stone table, the woodcutter saint had a black face, and the black tiger god, after busying himself, opened up, making tea, cooking and cooking, very diligent.

After a long time, the woodcutter saint said indifferently: “I’m back?”

“Yeah. I’m back.” Qin Mu smiled.

“When will you leave?” The woodcutter saint said indifferently, holding up the teacup.

“Go now.” Qin Mu said.

The woodcutter sage shook his palm, and the water in the cup almost spilled out. He said indifferently, “I just came back and are leaving?”

Qin Mu didn’t say anything. He looked around and saw that the architectural style of 3.5 billion years ago was still maintained here. He shook his head and said, “Why does the teacher live here? The teacher has done a lot to Yankang. If you go to Heaven, wouldn’t it be true? Better? And there are old friends out there, it’s very lively? Why is it so poor?”

The woodcutter sage drank tea and said lightly: “The Most Holy Nameless, you don’t understand my realm.”

Qin Mu laughed. He could see that the cultivation realm of the woodcutter saint was still stuck in front of the god-slashing platform, and he had never boarded the god-slashing platform.

Logically speaking, the Yankang Reform has an unknown number of acquired ways to be created, and there are many talented generations who have confirmed these acquired ways to the extent of enlightenment.

If the woodcutter sage wants to learn, he can completely complement his three hundred and sixty acquired ways, and cultivate each of them to the top level.

But he did not learn.

“I don’t want to go to those places, it’s too lively and too noisy.”

The woodcutter sage glared at him and said, “I am not good at it. What use is it to go there and be offered as a deity in a temple? I am a living person, not a statue made of wood and clay sculptures? Where I am, it is better to be here. Happy in seclusion.”

Qin Mu stretched out his hand to touch his dandelion-like head that turned into the wind, and was glared at by the saint woodcutter, and quickly withdrew his hand.

“My three disciples, except for the boss, do better than me.”

The black tiger god took a hat. This is a new-era style. The woodcutter saint was originally unwilling to wear a hat, but lest Qin Mu touch his head, he had to put it on first, saying: “People nowadays are more than us. I have thoughts. It’s just that I don’t have a sense of worry. I’m uncomfortable with them. They always feel that I am long-winded, saying that I am unreasonably worried, saying that I am always worried about the unnecessary danger. I can’t stay with those young people.”

With a smile on his face, Qin Mu was a little sad when he listened to him verbally talking about young people in the new era: “The mentality of the teacher is probably really old…”

The woodcutter sage said a lot, and the food on the stone table gradually became less. They put down the tableware, and the woodcutter sage suddenly said, “How long are you going to go this time?”

Qin Mu smiled and said: “I don’t know. Maybe I will come back right away as soon as my front foot is gone, or maybe I won’t come back until this universe has turned into a void. It is also possible that I will never come back when I go.”

The woodcutter saint was silent.

Qin Mu lifted his spirits and said with a smile: “The teacher’s sense of anxiety will be useful. Wuyou Township is just a stagnant water. Sooner or later, it will die slowly, and there will be new dangers. Then the teacher should be out of the mountain and show ambition. Veteran. They won’t die. They just picked up their tomahawks and weapons and rusted them in the corner during peacetime. People just chose to temporarily forget them. But when the war comes, people will remember them again, and they They will also sharpen their tomahawks and weapons, and step onto the battlefield again.”

He stood up: “Teacher, you will be useful.”

The woodcutter sage stood up, looked at him, and said, “When will you be back?”

Qin Mu was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, “Does the teacher remember the chaotic space?”

The woodcutter sage thought for a while, and said, “That chaotic space in the Hanging Realm back then?”

Qin Mu said: “One day in the future, the chaotic space will bloom like fireworks. That is a sign of my return.”

The woodcutter sage did not keep him, and watched him go away. When his figure disappeared among the mountains of Lanfeng Valley, he looked back and shouted: “Xiao Hei, come out to sharpen the axe!”

The Black Tiger God rushed forward and said, “Master, is there really a war going to happen? It has been at peace for billions of years now!”

The woodcutter sage picked up his big axe, and said in a deep voice, “Be prepared for nothing! If you sharpen the axe, let’s go find an old friend together!”

His voice was loud, there was quiet fighting spirit burning in his body, and blood was boiling.

“Zuocha is reincarnated, Yan Yunxi is getting tired of him every day, so I have to pull it out for a stroll! And the servant of Emperor Shitian, what is his reincarnation name? By the way, Tian Shu went to the ancestral court, right? Find it! ”

“Do you still know where Hantang’s servant went? There is also the fellow Qinghuang! By the way, there are two fish from Hantang…”

“Master, you forgot, Heaven Master Hantang has died.” Black Tiger God said cautiously.

The woodcutter saint was at a loss: “Isn’t he reincarnated?”

Black Tiger said: “Master, he was beaten into chaos in the Battle of Heaven. You have been looking for him for many years. There is also the Qinghuang, his old man has also passed away. You forgot the burial mound you built for them last year. You asked whose grave it was…”

The woodcutter saint was silent for a moment, and muffled: “Then don’t look for them…”

————After the end of the month, Faun finished the book, ask for a monthly pass again~~~