My believers are time travelers

"Red Cloud."

Xia Qihong chewed on this strange name.

In his memory, there is no deed of this person.

On the contrary, in the library just now, this character existed in some fictional novels.

"Master, where is this red cloud now?"

"Zixiao Palace fell after preaching."

Seeing Xia Qihong's confusion, Taoist Bodhi continued to explain.

"At the beginning of the prehistoric period, reincarnation was not controlled by people. After the fall of the red cloud, under the protection of the primordial purple energy, the true spirit is immortal, and the reincarnation has returned."

"Then why he didn't come back so late."

Taoist Bodhi gave Xia Qihong a meaningful look.

"Under the saints are ants, and under the law of heaven, saints are also pawns."

"If you can't surpass Hunyuan, so what if you come back."

At this time, Xia Qihong remembered something. In the novel, Hongyun was killed by Kunpeng. Maybe there is Hongyun in that memory.

"When the master returned, the disciple met Kunpeng's remnant soul and discovered a memory, which may be related to the fall of Hongyun."

After all, that memory of Kunpeng was manifested.

"Ji Du Jian! Sure enough, it is easy to calculate."

Looking at Master's expression, Xia Qihong knew that his guess was right, and it really had something to do with Hongyun.

"Master, who of the two is Hong Yun?"

"The man in the red robe is Hong Yun, and the other man is the murderer who has transformed into the sky-reaching appearance."

At this time, Bodhi Taoist's obsession gradually became illusory.

"It seems that time has passed too long. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Master, what happened to Wukong in the end."

Xia Qihong asked hesitantly.

In this world, he cares most about three people, his master, his junior sister Feng Jiu, and his disciple Sun Wukong.

The master has long since fallen, and the junior sister discovered that Veronica was Feng Jiu's reincarnation after he recovered his memory.

What I am most concerned about now is the disciple Sun Wukong who does not know whether he will live or die.

"Wukong is still alive and imprisoned in the Heavenly Court."

After finishing speaking, Taoist Bodhi's obsession could no longer maintain his figure, and it turned into a light spot and merged into Xia Qihong's forehead.

As the last trace of obsession dissipated, a large amount of information merged into Xia Qihong's sea of ​​consciousness.

After a while, he opened his eyes and slowly digested.

He put away the square inch pagoda, and according to his master's instructions, he wanted to hand over the pagoda to an old friend of his master.

A location that cannot be found on the map.

It is located in a peaceful village.

An old farmer in the field is leading a cow to plow the field, followed by two children who keep planting rice seedlings.

Xia Qihong glanced over, only to find that the three of them were mortals.

Just wondering why Master would hand over the Square Inch Pagoda to the other party.

The old farmer found Xia Qihong.

"But Bodhi asked you to come?"

Seeing that the old farmer directly said the name of the master, Xia Qihong saluted the old farmer:
"It is the master who wants the junior to come and hand over the square inch pagoda to the senior."

"Just call me Uncle."

Although the old farmer in front of him had no cultivation base, his every move carried the charm of Dao.

Xia Qihong didn't dare to be negligent, and said that his uncle offered the upper inch pagoda with both hands.

"Since you're here, let's help Uncle Master plow the fields."

The old farmer was also polite and took Xia Qihong to the field.

"Take out the natal magic weapon in your body too."

Seeing that the old farmer spoke out, Xia Qihong didn't hesitate.

Take out the kingdom of God in the body and turn it into a ball of light surrounding itself.

"Brother, let's start plowing the fields."

The child behind him urged Xia Qihong who was holding the plow in front.

He had watched his uncle plowing the fields with ease before, but now he found that it was not easy.

No matter how hard he tried his best, even when the Golden Immortal Realm was fully developed, he couldn't push it a little bit.

"Use your word to push the plow in your hand."

The uncle, who was squatting by the field and smoking dry cigarettes, opened his mouth to give pointers.

Xia Qihong immediately mobilized his own avenue of reincarnation to act on the plow.

Finally the plow moved slowly, but very slowly.

The Land of Nightmare is transformed from fragments of the Mountains, Rivers, and Lands, with weak foundations.

The Dao base comprehended there is naturally even shallower.

But as Xia Qihong continued to push the plow in his hand.

The prehistoric avenues gradually converged.

Make up for his fragile Dao foundation and perfect its avenue.

Gradually Xia Qihong pushed the plow and entered a state of epiphany.

If it is said that his previous reincarnation avenue was like a sponge full of holes.

So now the prehistoric avenue is constantly filling those pores, turning this sponge into a solid foundation for the avenue.

His natal magic weapon, the Death Star of the Kingdom of God, has received even greater benefits.

The Great Desolate Avenue continuously scoured the Death Star through the medium of Xia Qihong, leaving dao marks.

Let the Death Star change from an ordinary star to a prehistoric world.

If the opportunity is sufficient, the Death Star might not be able to evolve the heavens and breed living beings.

Finally, the power of Dao in Xia Qihong's body was exhausted, and the plow in his hand could no longer move an inch.

Looking back, it only moved less than 100 meters.

The two children behind them pouted and complained non-stop.

Looking at the two people who looked like mud monkeys, he was about to speak.

"It's getting late, let's stay here first, and it won't be too late to plow tomorrow."

Following the uncle's words, the originally bright sky suddenly darkened.

"Yes, Master."

Xia Qihong was not surprised either. From plowing the fields, he could tell that his master was not simple.

Since he is his uncle, it is not surprising that he has such supernatural powers.

At this moment, he was lying in the hot spring, wondering about the origin of his uncle.

The fairy air in the hot spring constantly repaired his tired body.

He can now see that the uncle is repairing his Dao foundation with supreme mana.

"Why has never heard the master talk about this uncle."

"Uncle with such supernatural powers, he must not be an unknown person."

With doubts, Xia Qihong found his uncle.

It seemed that he knew he was coming, the uncle had already been waiting in the room.

There is also a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the small table in front of him.

"Uncle, I have already completed the Golden Wonderland, and I don't need to eat or drink."

The uncle didn't speak, he was still smoking his pipe.

Xia Qihong had no choice but to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and eat.

With just one sip, he felt that the cultivation base in his body had been refined and became more pure.

A trace of black air, visible to the naked eye, emerges from the top of the head.

Knowing the benefits, Xia Qihong didn't say much, and started to eat.

"Your body was conceived in the land of nightmares, and you are born with a deficiency."

When he finished eating, the uncle exhaled a puff of smoke and started talking.

"This meal is enough to transform your physical body into an innate spirit."

"Thank you uncle for your generosity. I don't know if there are still such meals. My nephew still has a few close friends."

Xia Qihong thought of Veronica and the others on the Death Star.

"Master uncle only has this point. If you can find the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, you will naturally have as many as you want."

Xia Qihong, who was born at the end of Fengshen period, naturally knows what the spiritual root of heaven and earth is.

Now I am afraid that they are all in the hands of the evil spirits outside the sky.

"The uncle and nephew still have a question."

As if guessing what he was thinking, the uncle looked at him with a half-smile.

"Do you want to ask why your master never mentioned me?"

"Also please inform Master."

In a daze, Xia Qihong felt that his uncle's expression looked familiar at this time, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Shaking his head, he cleared the thoughts from his mind.

He has lived with his master since he was a child, but he has never met this uncle before, so where did he start talking about his familiarity.

"Because your master has never forgiven me."

The uncle opened his mouth to tell a secret.

It turned out that at the beginning of the opening of the sky, the three lived together and were called brothers and sisters.

But in the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods, the three parted ways because of disagreement.

In the end, it proved that Xia Qihong's master was right.

The Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods was exploited by the black hands behind the scenes.

Since then, the dragon clan has declined.

As for the other two, because of guilt, one went away to the starry sky, and the other lived in seclusion and didn't care about world affairs.

After finishing speaking, the uncle remained silent.

Seeing this, Xia Qihong expressed his understanding.

"Master, I think Master must have forgiven you."

"Otherwise, for some reason, let me send the Square Inch Pagoda."

The uncle stroked the dilapidated little pagoda in his hand, as if he was communicating with his junior brother.

"Oh, I hope it's as you say."

"Uncle, I don't know your name yet."

"My name is too high."