Five days ago.

Daluo Palace, Xuandu Cave!!!

This place is the palace of the Grand Hisang Laojun.

There was once a poem in "The Romance of the Gods" to prove it:

The fairy peak is dangerous, with steep ridges; the glass grows auspicious grass, and the ground grows long Ganoderma lucidum. The roots are connected to the earth, and the top is connected to the sky; the green pines and green willows, purple chrysanthemums and red plums, green peaches and ginkgo, fire and dates intersect pears; the immortals judge and painting, and the hermits play Go.

The immortals talk about the Tao, quietly talk about the mystery; hear the scriptures, listen to the Dharma fox. Bears cut their tails, leopards dance, apes cry; dragons roar, tigers roar, phoenixes fly, phoenixes fly, rhinos look at the moon, seahors neigh. Different birds change a lot, fairy birds are rare in the world; peacocks talk about the scriptures, fairy children play jade flutes. Strange pine pine cypress, treasure trees reflect oil embankment; mountains are high and red, the sun is near, the stream is wide, the water flows low. The quiet fairyland courtyard is better than the Yao Pool; there are infinite scenery here, few people know about it.

Such a palace is naturally an abnormality in the fairyland.

But at this time, the huge Xuandu was dark and full of death.

In an extremely quiet place, an old man sat cross-legged under a broken mountain in the palace.

The old man was wearing a green robe and his gray hair showed a decay. The wrinkles on his face could not hide the lingering death aura that lingers all over his body.

If it weren't for the old man's eyes that were now open, there was still a trace of spirit under the turbidity, he would probably have been directly regarded as an incorruptible mummy.

but……

Even if there was a hint of spirit in his eyes, the old man still seemed to have just crawled out of the grave, and he was still breathing, as if he had already dried up the oil and had not been able to hold on for long before he would return to the ruins again.

This old man is one of the four great saints who were once called gods...

Taishang Laojun.

Before, in the battle of the high mountain, the Taishang Laojun was severely injured by the Tongtian Sect Master, and his internal organs were broken. His injuries were even worse than that of Yuanshi Tianzun, and he almost only breathed a sigh of relief.

And this breath may dissipate at any time.

Even now, his body has been unable to move, and he can only sit cross-legged here.

Otherwise, when the Japanese Yuan Shi Tianzun passed away, he would not have never appeared from beginning to end. It was not that he didn't want to, but... he couldn't.

but……

At this moment, when the giant hand of the Tongtian Sect Master descended to Chaoge Imperial City, Taishang Laojun, who was almost rotten corpse, suddenly breathed rapidly and slowly raised his head. It seemed that the action of raising his head was extremely difficult for him. The spirit gradually condensed in his turbid eyes became stronger and stronger at this moment.

The whole person looked like a dry firewood. In the final burning, his lips moved slightly in his breath, murmured the words he could only hear.

"Tongtian...junior brother."

"Master...Destroy the Saint."

Because the injury was so severe that the words of Taishang Laojun were intermittent.

Amid the sound of words, the Taishang Laojun slowly raised his right hand and reached into the air.

At the same time, the spirit in his eyes suddenly burst out at this moment, as if he was looking back!

With such a spirit, the Taishang Laojun slowly stood up.

When he first got up, he was still in the Xuandu Cave, but when he stood up straight, he had already arrived in Qin State and arrived...

Capital City!!!

Before, when Yuanshi Tianzun gave Yang Jian a message, he once said it.

A saint is a state of mind.

Those who gather time and achieve great realm of space can be saints.

What is space?

Wherever the thoughts come, where the saints come.

Therefore, no matter how weak Taishang Laojun is, he is still Taishang Laojun. He only needs a thought to go anywhere!!!

When people arrived in the capital, the Taishang Laojun turned into an ordinary person.

His cheeks were extremely thin and his expression was peaceful and peaceful. However, his eyes were deep, and his eyes were filled with fatigue, holiness, and many complex emotions, but there was no impurities or dirt. He seemed to be able to see through everything in the world and see the darkness between everything in the world and everyone's appearance and heart.

In front of the capital, there were crowds of people and laughter.

It’s like the tragic war on the front line, and it never affects this.

In the laughter, no one noticed that an ordinary old man appeared at the gate of the capital, and no one knew that this old man was Taishang Laojun.

It took a long time to stand in place and take a long time to adapt to the mortal world around him. He temporarily forgot that he was a saint, so he walked towards the deep and deep gate of the capital.

However, at the moment when he was about to step into the shadow of the city gate, he seemed to feel something. His right foot was slightly stiff and he paused in the air for a moment before falling down.

In the eyes of pedestrians around him, he looked like this, but he looked a little inconvenient in his legs and feet, and did not notice anything strange.

No one knew that just as the sole of Taishang Laojun fell to the ground with his right foot, the Qin Dynasty protector's divine dragon, which turned into a stone sculpture, slowly opened his eyes, as if he had sensed something.

But soon, the dragon's eyes slowly closed again.

"Okay, what a great Zhoutian Star Formation!!!"

Just as the Qin Dynasty protects the divine dragon opened his eyes and closed his eyes, the Taishang Laojun had already entered the capital.

He walked slowly in the streets and alleys of the capital like an ordinary old man, with his hands on his back, hunched over, with a smile on his face and thought to himself.

Just now, the moment he entered the city, the Zhoutian Star Dou Array, one of the four ancient killing formations laid in the capital of Qin, almost discovered his traces, and trembled slightly, which made the Qin Dynasty protect the divine dragon awaken.

However, this formation that made the Emperor Laojun admire him in the end was unable to find his traces.

Because now he is not Taishang Laojun or a saint. He has restrained all his breath and realm, and is just an extremely ordinary and extremely ordinary thin old man.

"In just over twenty years, a great country will be governed in this way, Ji Kao...ah!!!"

He sighed in his heart, Taishang Laojun did not finish his last sentence.

I think that in his heart, although he has fallen to this point, it is his own fault, to a certain extent, Ji Kao also has the responsibility that he cannot get rid of.

Therefore, he did not want to use his praise on Ji Kao without hesitation.

At this moment, suddenly...

"drive!"

"drive!!"

"drive!!!"

A female voice came.

Then, a girl riding a donkey and following a big black dog like a bull, and with a silver bell-like laughter, heading straight to the city gate.

"Go, go, go!"

Sitting on the back of the donkey, the girl shouted loudly, her little hands tightly grasping the donkey's ears and urging the donkey to move forward.

However, the donkey was always lazy and walked step by step. It seemed that it was not a donkey, but a plague chicken.

This donkey is naturally...a bald crane.

And that girl, naturally...

Takiyue!!!
Chapter completed!