[Honghuang] Wenxin, ask heart

With the help of Zhang Zifang's later wisdom and following the way of heaven, even if Xiqi's army can't be resurrected, it is still possible to maintain the current level.

Such news is almost crying with joy for the precarious Xiqi, and it is neither good nor bad for Yin Shang.

Zhang Zifang leaned lazily in the main army tent, the days of following the lord to conquer the world in his memory were so long that he could hardly remember them clearly, looking at the clear lines on his palms, Zhang Liang felt a little lonely for the first time.

But thinking of Wen Xin, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Everything is his choice, and he believes that everything is worth it.

Even if it is doomed to be hopeless.

Here, Zhang Liang is helping Wen Xin to buy time, in fact, it is just a formality, the way of heaven favors Xiqi to win, even if Ji Fa is dead, he will definitely not let King Zhou have any chance to fight back, for some cultivation bases For those who know the news, it will not be too difficult.

What's more, the situation has not reached the worst point yet!

As for King Zhou, dear, haven't you seen that the Dao of Heaven is already gearing up?Toothache for so long, can't you allow Tiandao to vent some personal anger?Even if it is not King Zhou, anyway, he is the only one who has a name on the way of heaven. If the king does not go to hell, who will go to hell?

So, sometimes being too famous is not a good thing.

Wen Xin has not remembered the memory of the last days for a long time, and that period of time has been completely buried without a trace, it seems that when she first came to the prehistoric region, she herself was subconsciously burying this memory.

Maybe it's because it's too cold, no one cares about her except the dean's grandmother, or maybe she doesn't have a clear consciousness, but she instinctively knows that she doesn't belong to this era, so she broke up so thoroughly.

Because there is no heart, so the literary heart.

At this moment, only the literary heart knows, the devil god Wenxin, words are the heart of the text.

To be able to do this, without absolute reason, it is impossible to control such a heaven-defying ability as Yan Ling.

Wen Xin once felt that she seemed to lack something, but for so many years, the days passed too fast and too much, and as time passed, they disappeared in the long river of memory.

But now, at such a moment, all the scenes are clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

As if living it all over again, watching myself green, precipitated, and then indifferent.

She also had a youthful period. At that time, even if she was a demon god, she would not be like this. After awakening the ability of the demon god, she began to become calm.

She started to get close to Big Brother Hongjun, gradually alienated from her former little friends, and walked in the direction prescribed by the law of heaven, neither good nor bad.

She began to split, and she could feel her sobriety, as if she was doing a small experiment to easily determine her soul.

Then, Jingfen possessed the exact opposite ability to her.

Her words can make all the things she said come true, but her essence can make all the things that come true come to naught.

To create something out of nothing, to make something out of nothing, the fate of heaven and earth is numbered.

I have gone through the youth before the world was opened up, the sadness when the demon god fell, the desolation of the last days, the chaos of the prehistoric, the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty, and the leisurely world.

For such a long time, she walked alone, calm but also desolate.

Wait... No, even though there were only elder brothers to accompany them in ancient times, now there are more people, Yang Liu, Qin Sang, and Zhang Liang, even though there are not many people, they are very precious.

Literary heart, words are the heart of writing.

Careful, but unintentional, so literary heart.

Even Wenxin has to admire the characterization given to her by Tiandao, isn't that the case?

Tens of thousands of years passed by the only person in the world who didn't care. For a moment, the brilliance flowed in front of Wen Xin's eyes, like colorful lights falling from the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit lingered in his ears.

Well, in fact, even Wenxin herself didn't know what happened, even though she seemed to review her dark history, and then...then she seemed to be sanctified.

O(╯□╰)o!

Didn’t it say that sanctification is very difficult?

She is ready for a long-term war of resistance, doesn't she feel good at all?I just feel that my body is a little more relaxed, and my cultivation base is a little higher, there is no difference at all, okay?

cheating!It can't be a fake Weiwei product!

Counterfeit goods are bad!God!

No matter how noisy Wen Xin's heart is, following the sentence "My name is Wen Xin, now I have attained the Dao, and I will eventually become a saint", all living beings in the prehistoric world know that there is another saint in the world.

Although the name "Wen Xin" is very ear-catching.

In the tent of the Xiqi army, a certain man stood there for a long time, and after a long time, there was only a long sigh.

Anyway, the Great Desolate Continent was boiling again, but after the boiling, it fell silent again.

At this juncture, a saint appeared, and it was clear that it was the rhythm of the way of heaven to do something. Even the Nuwa of the Sanqing Dynasty did not dare to make any movement.

Even though they have been sanctified for a long time, they are more aware of the gap between saints when they are in the position of saints. The reason is that only Wenxin has no beginning and no end, but they smell different feelings.

And this cognition, for them, is not good.

When the literary heart is sanctified, there is a sign of harmony between the heaven and the earth, which is also the ostentation given to the literary heart by the way of heaven.

Well, since you are the temporary spokesperson of my way of heaven, you must bring your own background, even if you don't have a strong character, just pretend to be strong and go!

After Wenxin left the customs, the first thing to do was to move his cave 33 days away.

Heaven and Earth's definition of a saint is to escape from the Three Realms and Six Realms, which means that her cave can no longer exist on the West Sea.

There are very few creatures in Wenxin Island, and Wenxin didn't ask them if they want to stay. Anyway, the number of those who can stay until now is pitifully small, and those who can stay until now will not want to in the future out.

Wenxin simply removed the array of Wenxin Island and sent Wenxin Island 33 days away, turning it into an island in the sky.

Looking at her achievements, Wen Xin still feels quite satisfied.

When Wen Xin woke up, she didn't see her elder brother as she imagined. In fact, she really wanted to throw herself into his arms for a while before leaving, but she should wait until she finished the task of conferring the gods of the Heavenly Dao before returning.

There are not many days when she can go to the wilderness in the future.

Since becoming a sage, Wen Xin felt that the criteria for being a sage were more than those of ordinary people, and she couldn't play happily, boasting that her elder brother did so every day.

Take out the phantom sound treasure box and wake up the soul of Qin Shihuang who was unconscious because of her becoming a saint.

As an emperor, Zuo You likes nothing more than power and war. Now that such a good opportunity is placed in front of Ying Zheng, it would be a fool to give up.

So the negotiation was easy, and Wen Xin successfully got Ying Zheng's consent, and with certain conditions as a gift, he fused his soul with Ji Fa's body.

From then on, Ji Fa woke up, and there was no Ying Zheng in this world.

When Ji Fa woke up, her morale increased greatly.

With Jiang Shang, Zhang Liang, and the young master who wakes up and is obviously more domineering, even the Yin soldiers can't stop the march of Xiqi's army.

At this moment, Wen Xin, watching the two armies fighting by the Yellow River, was a little dazed, but more of a relief.

"My name is Wenxin. Today, Shang Tang violates the harmony of people. Forging Yin soldiers, there are countless casualties. Now I am on behalf of the heavens, and take the spirit of Er Yin soldiers. The Yin of Shang Tang will be reincarnated in hell as soon as possible, and will be obliterated if it is slow."

Borrowing the power of the sky, doing the power of a saint.

Even Wen Xin can't do it all at once.

Helpless, Wen Xin spoke again.

And at this moment, Hongjun is doing something that he has always wanted to do but was unable to do.

Now, with Wenxin's idea of ​​holding the way of heaven, coupled with thousands of years of planning, it can finally be carried out.

The Zixiao Palace is the source of the Great Dao, but in fact it is not, the Zixiao Palace is just a carrier.

Since he took over Zixiao Palace, he has been very aware of this fact.

And the courtyard of Zixiao Palace is indeed the place of his sanctification, and it was also transplanted by him from the place where the demon god fell.

That's right, it's the land of the fallen.

And besides being his sanctification place, he has worked so hard to arrange it over the years, and it is all here.

The land of the fallen, since the fall of thousands of demon gods, has the power of destruction.

Since the birth of their demon gods, they have been bound by the way of heaven, even if it is him, even if he is in harmony with the way.

Fighting against the sky with one person's strength, human power is too small.

And he's been doing this all the time.

Hongjun looked at Wen Xin looming in the clouds, and in a blink of an eye, he put all his power into the formation.

Even if both sides are hurt, they will never repent.

And from the beginning of the operation of the formation, Wen Xin felt powerless.

Jietian Formation, an ancient large formation, extracts the aura of heaven and earth.

When Wenxin finally sent all the Yin soldiers to hell, she couldn't hold on any longer, and could only fall into the clouds and into the center of the West Sea.

The center of the West Sea is called Ruoshui.

Weak water does not float a thing.

And at the moment Wenxin fell into the weak water, the aura in the world instantly decreased.

By the time Tiandao woke up from the joy of ending the Conferred God, it was already too late.

Hongjun once detected a turning point, so Tiandao himself knew about it.

Now the wood is done, and the way of heaven is powerless.

Avenue three thousand.

And Hongjun has already lost his strength.

But it finally worked, didn't it?

By the time the monks on the Great Desolate Road discovered the obstacles to their cultivation, it was already after the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty.

The conferring of the gods has long since ended, and all the members of the Heavenly Court have arrived and are operating in an orderly manner.

All the saints have disappeared, and the era of the hidden gods has finally arrived in an all-round way.

After three immeasurable catastrophes, the Great Desolate Continent finally ushered in its final master - the human race.

The human race is weak, but their minds are exquisite.

Not powerful, but tough enough.

Believe in God, life is short but bright enough, is the Lord chosen for the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven is irreversible.

And above the West Sea, there is pan of weak water.

Hongjun gently hugged the woman in his arms, his eyes were tender and compassionate: "From now on, I ask you, okay?"

After a long time, a soft female voice said: "Okay."

Since then, there is no one with a literary heart.

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The author has something to say: A few words, every time I finish writing, I feel that I have done a great thing. After reading the full text, I find that I have accomplished a great thing in my black history o(╯ □╰) o.

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