From the Red Mansion to Riding a Dragon to the Great Desolation

When Xue Yiren came back with the owner of the noodle shop, Chen Xi was drinking beef soup. The beef brisket in the soup was all stewed, it melted in the mouth, and the taste was really good.

"Akabane sent a big pot of beef soup, and I left a bowl for you." Chen Xi pointed to the bowl on the table for Xue Yiren, and looked at the owner of the noodle restaurant who looked more like a rich man in white clothes like snow, "Gong Jiu, the cattle are scarce. , if you want to continue to make beef soup in your store, it is recommended to introduce yaks from the grassland."

Gong Jiu laughed, sat down opposite Chen Xi, poured tea by himself, raised his glass and said, "Shenjun Changqing is really concerned about the country and the people, could it be that he is really the emperor of heaven?"

"It turns out that you were the one who came out with that issue of Secrets of the Jianghu." Chen Xi glanced at Xue Yiren, Xue Yiren drank the beef soup in one gulp, grabbed his sword and left, and closed the door by the way. When there were only two people left in the room, Chen Xi said: "Prince Taiping's son?"

"Shen Jun knows everything." Gong Jiu tasted tea slowly.

"This world is very complicated, I can only see through the superficial." Chen Xi looked at Gong Jiu: "For example, your martial art is very special now, it doesn't belong to this world, and I don't know where it came from?"

Gong Jiu held the teacup tightly, staring at Chen Xi with burning eyes: "Does God believe in past and present lives?"

"Of course I believe it." Chen Xi lowered his eyes and stroked the dragon's horn whisk.

Gong Jiu asked again: "Then do you believe that two people will share a past life?"

"It is rumored that a god can be reincarnated with a single thought, not to mention two, even two hundred and two thousand is possible." Chen Xi rubbed the handle of the whisk.

Gong Jiu breathed out and put down the teacup: "My exercise is called Changchun Jue. Its characteristic is that no matter how severe the injury is, as long as the head and heart are still there, it can recover. The bad thing is that it will make me slowly become other people."

Chen Xi raised his eyes: "Become someone else?"

"When I reach the ninth level, my master will be reborn from my body." Gong Jiu smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Of course, he is not dead yet, but he is almost unable to take it anymore That old body."

Chen Xi frowned slightly: "Do you think you and Wu Ming are the same reincarnation?"

"No, I'm just the container he chose, just like the body he uses now belonged to Wu Ming a hundred years ago, and before Wu Ming, there were several others. He has lived for six hundred years by changing a body for a hundred years. Years old!" Gong Jiu laughed loudly: "His other reincarnation is a woman named Yin Ji."

Wu Ming and Yin Ji fight to the death for who is the orthodox, so Gong Jiu has a chance to find out the truth that she is just a container.

"Jellyfish Yinji."

Chen Xi frowned, and when he found that there was Chu Liuxiang but no Shenshui Palace, he thought it was the butterfly effect of martial arts synthesis. It turned out that Yin Ji, the jellyfish, was fighting Wu Ming at sea, so no one in the world knew about it.

Tu Feng said that every world has him, could they be the reincarnation of Fengshen?

"I need to check your body."

Chen Xi clawed at Gong Jiu with five fingers.

Gong Jiu didn't hide or evade: "This is exactly the purpose of my coming to see you."

Gong Jiu is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to become someone else, let others use his body to plot rebellion, especially Wu Ming once revealed his intention to sacrifice the people of the world to shatter the void...

Chen Xi grabbed Gong Jiu's pulse door, closed his eyes and checked carefully.

After half an hour.

Chen Xi let go of Gong Jiu. In terms of aptitude, Gong Jiu is better than Hua Man Lou.

Changchun Jue is very evil. It suppresses the thin human dragon energy to the point of death, and cultivates spiritual power by devouring dragon energy. The spiritual power is full of vitality, nourishes the body and strengthens aptitude, but it cannot release spells outside the body.

The skill of devouring dragon energy is similar to Tu Feng's magic skill.

Chen Xi was thoughtful, dragon energy is also one of the energy, in principle, it can also be absorbed by the Good Fortune Sutra, but dragon energy is related to human luck, if the loss reaches a certain level, there will be people's thoughts and extreme natural disasters. Prince Taiping's son, his father is just an idle prince, and the little emperor has not yet ruled in person, and the power is in the hands of the officials. The dragon spirit in Gong Jiu should not be strong, and if he loses, it will only be a man-made disaster, and it will not be a natural imbalance and a natural disaster.

"You have two options, abolish the Changchun formula, or seal it."

Gong Jiu said freely: "Then it's useless."

Chen Xi's dragon-horned whisk almost touched Gong Jiu's body, thinking about replacing the useless work with a seal.

"The Changchun Jue is quite evil, and the useless kung fu may arouse Wu Ming's spiritual awareness. Seal it first, and I will go to the East China Sea in person after winter."

Gong Jiu's dantian was blocked, and he couldn't use lightness kung fu to move up and down. He was not used to it, and after walking around for half an hour, he still couldn't find the gate, so he simply followed the servants, and then stepped into the green vegetable garden.

Xue Yiren was weeding and catching insects in the vegetable garden.

The melons and vegetables irrigated with diluted spiritual liquid grow very quickly, but grass is also easy to grow in the ground, and the insects grow very fat.

Xue Yiren had the lonely and invincible demeanor of a master, holding two long bamboo sticks in his hand, standing in the middle of the field with his eyes closed, his ears trembling slightly, and suddenly he opened his eyes, his eyes burst with light, and the bamboo sticks in his hand flew out.

shhhhhh...

The bamboo sticks flew like a dragon among the vegetable leaves and mud, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen large and small insects fell into the bamboo basket opposite the field ridge, and the bamboo basket was already filled with half a frame of bamboo sticks.

The servants applauded and cheered, and someone held the Hsinchu stick in both hands respectfully and handed it to Xue Yiren.

Gong Jiu folded a cucumber and wiped it on the clothes, click, click.

Xue Yiren suddenly turned his head, frowning and squinting at Gong Jiu.

"Can't eat?" Gong Jiu shook the cucumber.

Xue Yiren used a bamboo stick as a sword, and stabbed at Gong Jiu. Gong Jiu jumped three feet high, grabbed a bamboo stick from the tray as a hidden weapon, and threw it out, then threw the cucumber to his right hand, and took the initiative to attack Xue Yi. people.

The two of them did not use internal strength and artistic conception, but only relied on pure sword skills, holding bamboo sticks and cucumbers like peerless swords, and fought with the momentum of a peak decisive battle.

In the end, Gong Jiu stepped on the vegetable rack and poked the cucumber into Xue Yiren's mouth. The price was that a bamboo stick pierced half an inch into his heart.

"As expected of the best sword in the world, I've learned it." Gong Jiu roughly tore off the bamboo stick, bringing out a few drops of blood, laughing like a madman.

Xue Yiren bit the cucumber and nodded towards Gongjiu: "You are not bad."

Gong Jiu's beef noodle restaurant is still open, he has become a frequent visitor of Xichen Bieyuan, more and more people from the rivers and lakes go to the noodle restaurant to eat noodles, Gong Jiu asked his subordinates to go to the grassland to buy yaks, and brought back a batch of good horses by the way, and rented them out to Huo Tianqing Wood and stone materials, business is doing well.

The dojo has not yet been built, and the grain in the experimental field has begun to mature, not to mention the exotic species such as potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes. The rice fields with luxuriant seedlings and dense ears have been inspected by officials every day since they were filled. They have not yet been harvested, auspicious Zhezi entered a few rounds.

In the golden autumn of September, Wang Lian's arena was suspended, rice harvesting began, and the Jianghu people who had nowhere to vent their energy were sweating in the fields.

Chen Xi stepped forward, circled a vast space by the lake.

In the past few months, with enough faith, Chen Xi's dantian's spiritual power has been saturated, so he decided to follow the example of Mo Xuan to build a crystal building.

——It’s not the Crystal Palace, it’s the drying square that needs to be used for the successive harvests of late rice, corn and peanuts.

The spiritual power surged to the soles of the feet, and the water level for several kilometers below the feet gradually rose, and did not stop until it was three inches higher than the embankment.

Water into soil, soil into gold, gold into crystal.

This kind of crystal has the clarity of glass and the hardness of diamond.

The spiritual power poured out like a flood, Chen Xi couldn't help frowning, the Dragon King can crystallize matter without consuming spiritual power, it seems easier than eating and drinking water, he did it himself to understand what is called high-sightedness

The hands are low, the spiritual power has bottomed out, the crystal is still not clear enough, and the one hundred and eight pillars supporting it are even more turbid and yellow.

The flat and wide grain drying field has half-person-high protective railings on the edge. Through the several-foot-thick crystal floor, you can see the lush water and grass in the lake, and the fish swimming among the crystal pillars...

Someone shouted: "This is the glazed plate of the Emperor of Heaven!"

The grain drying field has become a landmark building of Taihu Lake, and it has also become an ironclad proof that Chen Xi is the emperor of heaven in the mouths of the people.

People lit incense candles on the crystal platform to worship and pray. Taoist Wang Chongyang, as a pious believer in Xichen Palace, took the opportunity to preach Chen Xi's morality, benevolence and righteousness to brainwash people, and proposed that following the gods should follow the three rules of respecting life, respecting laws and regulations, and respecting oneself. Many people flocked to listen devoutly as if they were listening to the masters in the temple preaching the Dharma.

Throughout the harvest season, there was a steady stream of faith pouring into Chen Xi, and the merits turned from tick-tocks to trickles. The system's seals were strengthened layer by layer, and the divine body was re-sealed in the coffin, and every trace of divine power was drawn out and decomposed and absorbed. into spiritual power.

Chen Xi's Good Fortune Sutra entered the third layer, and the void was bred in the golden core.

The first level of the Good Fortune Sutra corresponds to Qi refining and foundation building. Chen Xi relied on spiritual seeds to directly build the foundation. After more than ten years in the world of Red Mansions, his cultivation reached the peak of the second level. After coming to the world of martial arts for half a year, he finally gave birth to a small world at the ninth turn of the golden core.

Although this small world is currently just a small piece of void, and there is no time to flow without a star continent, but one day it will grow into a real world.

Chen Xi finished his breath adjustment, and stretched his waist comfortably. With the small world energy source continuously providing spiritual power, it can be regarded as getting rid of the red line warning of spiritual power, so that his body will not be hollowed out after releasing a few spells.

Xichen Palace was originally a Taixu Illusionary Realm, located on the banks of the Linghe River. Mo Xuan intercepted a section of the Linghe River when he collected the Taixu Illusionary Realm. Chen Xi is now in the Linshui Palace beside the Linghe River, which is also the place where Xichen Palace has the most aura. Coupled with the assistance of faith, the practice is more effective with half the effort.

In the main hall, due to the operation of the creation scriptures, the atomized spiritual energy volatilized and dispersed, and the bright red coral trees gradually became clear from faintly visible. Chen Xi was stunned for a few seconds, thinking that the aesthetics of Jinghuan was not bad.

From this angle, the posture of the coral tree is very similar to the horn of the ink swirl.

Chen Xi looked around the coral tree and left the customs contentedly. He made the Jade Slips of the Dharma of Success with his new insights and put them in the Tibetan Library for the book spirit to transcribe into a book.

"Shenjun, the Harvest Festival is being held outside!"

Above the Taihu Lake, the sun-drying field named "Liuli Pan" was crowded with people, and the Jade Rakshasa, whose seal had been lifted, also came from Pengze with grain. Without the aid of the rain, Pengze's harvest was far inferior to that of the Taihu Experimental Field, but compared with the past Than, still doubled several times.

Hundreds of Taoist priests headed by Wang Chongyang presided over the Harvest Sacrifice Ceremony. Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng, Huo Tianqing and others who had practiced Xichen Kung Fu carried the statue of Chen Xi and paraded along the grain mountains. imperial envoy...

When Chen Xi appeared, people immediately gave up the statues and worshiped the real person, only to see Chen Xi take off the glazed pendant hanging from the whisk and throw it into the air.

The Liuli Pei expands rapidly and turns into a huge palace group at high altitude, forming a fairy city in the clouds. The plaque of Xichen Palace reflects the setting sun, shining golden.

"The Emperor of Heaven invited the Immortal Palace down to earth!"

"Immortal Palace Immortal!"

"God bless you!"

"Amitabha Buddha, Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Greatly Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva..."

Although many people chanted the names of different gods and Buddhas, the faith in their hearts all flowed to Chen Xi, and the light spots of faith like fireflies formed an ocean in the mid-air.

Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng and the others looked at the Yunshang Tiangong in the distance, their eyes almost fell to the ground, and the statue on their shoulders seemed to be getting lighter. They firmly believed in Chen Xi's identity as an immortal, and raised their heads and chests with pride. Yan, Hua's father and mother were as excited as the surname of Hua on the cloud, pulling Huamanlou's arm vigorously.

"Does it hurt? It's fine if it hurts. It's not a dream. You must be filial to Master and strive to live in heaven, so that we can go to heaven in the name of visiting you."

Don't you love me the most?Why is it that once the eyes are good, the honorable treatment of the youngest son turns straight down like a waterfall, first it was just training, now it's all hands-on!

Huamanlou felt a little aggrieved, but she was also yearning for Xichen Palace above the clouds.

Melodious fairy music came from the sky, and two groups of graceful and beautiful fairies floated out of Xichen Palace, wearing fairy clothes in neon clothes, holding long ribbons, with towering clouds and jingling rings, eight hand-carried flower baskets in front of them, tight to each other. Followed by eight hand-carrying glazed lamps, there are those holding pots with fans, and there are also celestial maidens who hold pens, ink, paper, inkstone, incense burner, piano and flute, etc., and then play the sheng and zither.

Baxiu, who was originally flying around the statue as a flying sky, looked at the scene, winked at each other, and flew into the air one by one, saluted Chen Xi in mid-air, bowed her knees, and called out in unison:

"Shenjun drives to Xichen Palace."

The fairy carrying the basket sprinkled the flowers, and the petals floated in the air and did not fall, but condensed into a colorful flower road, paved all the way to Chen Xi's feet.

The corners of Chen Xi's mouth twitched slightly. He just realized that recruiting more disciples could benefit the world's luck and speed up the evolution of the Golden Core Small Realm. Then he was about to open the gate of Xichen Palace and formally accept disciples. The girls did this, and he I'm too embarrassed to ask someone to apprentice me directly.

Sure enough, there is still less farming, too idle.

However, people like this very much, and their belief power has increased dramatically, rolling like a tide.

Under Chen Xi's feet, blue clouds were born, and they floated along the flower road to Xichen Palace.

"God Lord!"

The people below chased after him, but the flower road in the sky dissipated after Chen Xi flew past, turning into petals flying all over the sky, and turning into a handful of clear water in his hands.

Chen Xi stopped in front of the archway of Xichen Palace, turned around and looked down, the setting sun cast a golden glow on him, surrounded by angels, just like the legendary 'Emperor of Heaven'.

Another wave of faith came.

Chen Xi swam across the large and small islands in the lake with his eyes, silently counting the total amount of spiritual power, and with an idea in mind, he took out the dragon horn and whisked downwards slowly.

"rise."

The lake surged, the islands swayed, and the underwater lake mud rose, connecting the island in the center of the lake with the sun valley flat, forming a wide embankment. Fairies with baskets flew and sowed seeds on both sides of the embankment. water of life.

Under the urging of spiritual power, peach trees grew on both sides of the long embankment. In a blink of an eye, they were more than ten feet tall, and the trees were full of peach blossoms. The petals were as colorful as rain, and the green peaches swelled like balloons. If the evening glow.

The basket fairies flew over the peach trees with smiles, and the sweet red peaches fell into their flower baskets automatically. The flower basket looked small, but there were ten, hundreds, and thousands of them... It seemed that there were so many red peaches. Peach is not full either.

After all the fruits of the [-] peach trees fell into the flower baskets, the basket-carrying fairies came to the sky above the crowd and poured out the flower baskets.

The hearts fluttered down, and they happened to fall into the hands of everyone, no matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor, one for each person.

"Xiantao!"

"It's a flat peach that the god borrowed from the queen mother!"

People bowed down devoutly, and the power of faith surged towards Chen Xi again.

This wave of faith has evolved from a firefly to a small light bulb, which is thicker and purer, almost comparable to Huamanlou.

It can be seen that in the Eastern style of belief, you only cast eagles when you see a rabbit. When it is not beneficial, you only want to give a little faith to the gods. If you get the benefits, you will have more faith.

Surrounded by many celestial maidens, Chen Xi entered the Yunshang Heavenly Palace.

The mortals below couldn't calm down for a long time, the harvest festival turned into a flat peach festival, and the red peaches were as sweet as honey, some people chewed on the spot, some hid them in their bosoms, some took gold and silver to buy from others, and some people inevitably wanted to rob them and then Suppressed by the people of Tiangang Dishalou...

In Xichen Palace, before Chen Xi asked the big fairy Biluo why she took the lead in acting ostentatiously, she was agitated by their chatter.

"Shenjun, Xichen Palace is open, can we invite Young Master Hua?"

"As for the playboy, we don't mind him living in the palace."

"I think Mr. Huo is also very good."

"Don't you think Master Jade is also quite attractive?"

"Although that Mr. Yuan's heart is not bright, his face is really handsome, Qingxiu has good eyesight!"

"I think it's more beautiful without flowers."

"I prefer sword repair, but it's a pity that except for Xue Jianshi, the famous Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng in the Jianghu did not come to Taihu Lake..."

"Don't be angry, God, you are the best in our hearts."

Chen Xi was not angry. These fairies said they were the maids of Xichen Palace, but Chen Xi regarded them as employees in his heart, resting every five days, and giving them monthly salaries made from the water of life.

As employees, they naturally have the right to love freely. Fairies have been immersed in obscenity, love, love, and resentment for many years. They can tell who is sincere and who is fake. They are not afraid of being cheated, and they can afford to let go. They don't force it either.

Chen Xi's heart moved, and the structure of Xichen Palace changed. The Linghe River moved to the center, dividing Xichen Palace into two halves. There are another layer of pavilions, terraces, pavilions and pavilions in the clouds, and a white jade covered bridge across the Linghe River, becoming the only passage connecting the two places.

"After the opening of Xichen Palace, arrange people to be on duty on the bridge, and they are only allowed to move in front, so as not to disturb the purity of your sisters."

The fairies covered their mouths and whispered: "Shenjun is so gentle, it's a pity that there is a real dragon by his side..."

Before the crowd dispersed, Fenxiu flew down and bowed slightly to Huamanlou: "Young Master Hua, God pleases you."

Hua Manlou was taken aback for a moment, with joy on his face, but he hesitated slightly when he looked at the statue on the high platform.

Lu Xiaofeng urged: "Go quickly, don't keep Master waiting, are you afraid that dozens of us can't lift it?"

"Mr. Lu, and everyone, the gods invite you to go too." Fenxiu clapped her hands, and a dozen or so tall celestial maidens flew down from the air, carrying the statues to the dojo on the island in the middle of the lake.

Everyone was overjoyed, and the magistrate and imperial envoy asked: "Fairy, can I go to the fairy palace together?"

Fenxiu smiled and flew into the sky, flung out a plain white streamer in her hand, turned into a cloud bridge leading to Xichen Palace, looked back and said with a smile: "If you can step on the cloud bridge, you are destined."

There was a commotion among the crowd.

A flash of sword light came across the sky, and Xue Yiren stepped on the bronze fairy sword, folded his arms around his chest, and ordered with a deadpan expression: "Spread out, line up."

The coercion of the sword cultivator calmed down the people below who were about to move.

Huamanlou and the others set foot on the Yunqiao one by one, Lu Xiaofeng Chuliuxiang Yu Luocha, Gong Jiu Sikong Zhaixing, including Yuan Suiyun and Wuhua who rushed back from the desert, all of them are well-known characters in the Jianghu, followed closely behind. However, the imperial envoy of the imperial court stepped on the ground and almost fell.

"Ah! Could it be a corrupt official, who is not virtuous enough to go to Xianqiao..."

But when all the prefect and county magistrate Wang Sun Gongzi were gone, and even Huamanlou's parents and brothers couldn't get on the bridge, people realized that the fairy fate is not so good, it is better to eat peaches.

But it is said that twenty or so martial arts masters stepped on the top of the cloud and came to the front of Xichen Palace. Behind the tall archway was an empty cloud plain, with trees in the clouds, shaped like giant corals, about ten feet high, divided into twelve main branches, Each main branch has twelve branches, and jade plaques of different colors are hung on it.

I have seen Huamanlou Xichen's disciple Ling look at each other, and some people wink.

"This is the inheritance tree planted by the god himself. There are 36 basic exercises in it, all of which can achieve longevity. Please touch the trunk one by one. The inheritance tree will give you different inheritance exercises according to your physical attributes."

"The one who accepts the inheritance must serve the god as a teacher, receive the token of the disciple, and respect the rules of Xichen Palace. Everyone, please think clearly, those who do not want to be a teacher can still leave now."

"Except for Young Master Hua, the rest of the people need to start with the outer disciples, and conduct an assessment based on their cultivation and merit. Once a year, or once every few years, the inner disciples and true disciples will be selected. During the assessment, it is found that there are evils that have caused evil forces. Those who are haunted will be expelled from Xichen Palace by abolishing their cultivation..."

Fenxiu finished talking about the rules.

Qingxiu came over with dozens of beautiful female fairies. They held Xichen Palace disciples' standard fairy clothes accessories, as well as a disciple's jade tablet with a three-foot square space in their hands.

Everyone stepped forward to accept the inheritance according to the instructions.

With the appearance of Yunshang Tiangong, there is dense fairy mist floating around Taihu Lake, and there are many tourists on the glass plate. There are masters guarding the Yunqiao from Tiangang Dishalou. People need to queue up to climb, but the Yunqiao is invisible to ordinary people. There is no one in a million, it is better to go to Xianyuan Road to enjoy the peach trees, and now there are prayer talismans scattered on the peach trees on both sides.

Faithful men and women burn incense and pray, praying for health and safety. There are also those who seek wealth, marriage, and even children. Huo Tianqing's special huge incense burner is full every day. Taoist monks who come to seek immortality can be seen everywhere. He was bestowed by the god in the dream of the Evergreen God, who is of the mortal orthodoxy of the Evergreen God, and sells incense and amulets nearby.

As long as the quality of the incense is good enough, Tiangangdi Shalou doesn’t care, but if you sell amulets to tell fortunes and cheat, you will be arrested immediately and do coolies to build a dojo.

In the winter season, when the sweet potatoes enter the warehouse, the sky is clear and clear, and thunderbolts sound in the clear sky.

The thunder continued, and there was a faint thick and deep sound of bells and drums mixed in.

Chen Xi, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly woke up, rushed out of Xichen Palace, and screamed loudly.

No matter what the Xichen Palace disciples were busy with, they put down what they were doing at this moment, went outside and looked up at the sky.

The sky cracked like paper, and a dark void was revealed behind the crack. A black giant dragon squeezed out from it, and the crack closed immediately. Chen Xi faced the dragon, but the dragon turned its head to Chen Xi, and galloped towards the East China Sea.

"The breath of the wind god... Donghai, is it Wu Ming and Yin Ji the jellyfish?"

Chen Xi heard the message in Long Ming, scanned the bottom, and found Gong Jiu who was competing with Yuan Suiyun in spells on Wang Lian's arena, flew down to interrupt the competition, grabbed Gong Jiu and threw him into Xichen Palace.

"I'm going to Donghai to meet Wu Ming, so don't leave in the near future."

Gong Jiu wanted to chase after him, but Chen Xi waved his sleeves and patted him back under the inheritance tree, and raised his voice to order: "Seven children take care of the house."

In the blink of an eye, the person had already flown dozens of miles away.

Taihu Lake is not far from the East China Sea, and Chen Xi is no longer the rookie flying in the clouds and crashing into the mountains. He came to the East Coast before it was time for a cup of tea.

He came just in time.

The sea battle just broke out, and huge waves were set off. The waves roared and overturned the fishing boats, rushing towards the coast, and the fishing village was about to be destroyed.

With Chen Xi's dragon horn whisk in his hand, spiritual power flew down, manipulating the sea water to form a protective shield to block the huge waves, large bubbles rose in the water, and the rolling and sinking human beings wrapped in the waves floated to the shore.

The fishermen bowed down and prayed.

Chen Xi's Creation Sutra has broken through to the third floor, which can extract the energy in the small world, and the endurance of spells has been greatly enhanced, but the waves are connected to each other, and each layer is stronger than each other. His protective shield has stretched for hundreds of miles. overwhelmed.

People from all over the world rushed to the scene, and when they saw Chen Xi in the air, they exclaimed, "Shenjun Evergreen!"

"Save people!" Chen Xi gritted his teeth and sent the stranded fishermen back to the shore. His back was bent, and the protective shield that blocked the stormy waves was crumbling.

There are no human beings in the water in the sea area. He raised the dragon horn whisk above his head, poured all the spiritual power into it, and pushed it hard into the distance.

"Go to the far sea to fight!"

Chen Xi yelled, and the whisk drew an arc, and the waves turned back, hitting the sea.

The black dragon fighting with two people in the distance responded with an "ang" sound, the tide receded, and the battlefield moved into the distance.

Chen Xi fell to the ground, his dantian was empty, his feet felt weak, he almost staggered, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the Creation Channel was running, and his divine power slowly decomposed into spiritual power to infiltrate his dantian...

Several rivers and lakes dragged the refugees ashore one by one, and there happened to be a middle-aged doctor among them who knew how to squeeze the water in people's stomachs to rescue them.

Chen Xi recovered a small amount of spiritual power, and immediately replaced it with a divine bone whisk, and swiped "Holy Light Shines" towards the crowd, floating towards the crowd.

"Cough cough..."

Coughing continued, most people woke up in the holy light, their injuries healed, and they looked a little younger, and two people were dead when they were rescued, and the holy light couldn't bring them back to life.

The people who survived the catastrophe gave thanks, and the relatives cried and begged the gods for mercy when they couldn't wake up.

Feeling powerless, Chen Xi had the idea of ​​releasing the system to resurrect the dead for a moment, but was soon suppressed by reason, looking at the miserable fishermen, and at the warm and friendly people in the rivers and lakes, especially the middle-aged doctor with superb medical skills.

"I would like to thank a few chivalrous men, this is a meritorious deed, please leave your name."

Everyone suppressed their excitement and reported their names one by one. The middle-aged doctor's name, Chen Xi, sounded familiar.

"Young Master Qianmian!" Someone exclaimed, and shouted at the middle-aged doctor named Wang Lianhua: "Didn't you follow Daxia Shen and his wife to return to the sea?!"

"I heard that there is a god in Taihu Lake. I want to meet the real god. I met the dragon when I landed." Wang Lianhua looked at the sea. This place is only a hundred miles away from Shen Lang and his secluded island. I hope the tsunami caused by the dragon will not affect them. big.

Chen Xi gave each of them a Yunling Pill that could increase their skill for ten years, then picked up a handful of stones, performed the magic touch, and distributed them to the affected fishermen. Knowing that the two dead fishermen happened to be a family, only one remained. The seven-year-old child, checked the child's qualifications, instilled in him a basic water-based exercise, and entrusted Wang Lianhua to send the child to Taihu Lake to Huamanlou after the family was buried.

The fishermen are very grateful. The lost fishing boats are not worth so much gold. With money, they can buy a few acres of land, grow fairy food, and then move to the city. Life will be much easier in the future.

Wang Lianhua agreed, but was puzzled: "Are all the immortals in the sky as...compassionate as you?"

"The black dragon is my Taoist companion. I have the responsibility to take care of the aftermath of his sins." Chen Xi said, taking a step forward, and the next second his figure appeared a hundred meters away, stepping on the sea to chase the waves, and disappeared into the sea and sky in a few blinks Junction.

The fishermen kowtowed again and again, calling them the "Eternal Green God of Great Mercy and Great Compassion", and worshiping the Dragon King.

In the depths of the East Sea, Chen Xi followed the breath to find the black dragon. The battle was over, and there were no remains of limbs around. Only blood spread in the water. With a flick of the dragon's tail, the remaining blood was diluted by the sea water and could never be found again.

Chen Xi stopped.

The black dragon circled around Chen Xi several times, its body shrunk until it was only as thick as an arm. The dragon's head rested on Chen Xi's left shoulder and turned into a human shape. It hugged Chen Xi in its arms and let out a deep sigh.

Chen Xi leaned against the ink swirl in a relaxed manner, holding the hand on his waist, and found blood stains under the nails, and rinsed it carefully with sea water.

Mo Xuan let Chen Xi rub his hands like a toy, and popped out his nails upon request.

"What are you sighing for?" Chen Xi felt that Mo Xuan's hands were like big cats, with sharp claws that could pop out when he pressed his fingertips, and his nails were hard and sharp, making him look menacing.

Mo Xuan said: "You're full of life, your cultivation has soared...you're doing well."

"Are you doing well?" Chen Xi raised his head and blew into Mo Xuan's ear, and then found that the pinna of the ear was not stained red like before, and the temperature of the hand he was holding did not rise, so he couldn't help squinting slightly.

Mo Xuan raised his hand to part his hair, and exposed the side of his neck to Chen Xi, where there was a dark blue imprint in the shape of a snowflake, "During the courtship period of the Dragon Clan, it is a seal that suppresses lust and prohibits the use of spiritual power. Only [-]% of the cultivation base is left."

Chen Xi picked off the imprint of snowflakes, feeling disgusted that it was an eyesore.

"If you only have [-]% of your strength and still find the incarnation of Fengshen, aren't you afraid that his will will come down?"

"Fengshen was seriously injured, and he has no time to take care of him in the short term." Mo Xuan grabbed Chen Xi's finger, led him away from this bloody sea, flew to a green island, and took out a shiny Bright Gem: "This is the memory of his reincarnation."

The memory comes from Wu Ming. Wu Ming's first surname was Li, the grandson of Li Tang. To avoid the persecution of Empress Wu, he hid in a Buddhist temple. He realized a little law of reincarnation by chanting scriptures and practicing Zen. He awakened part of his memory and understood that his mission is to wait for someone. In the future, that person will use himself as a sacrifice to receive the spirit of the wind god from the upper world to descend.

Wu Ming seized his house and moved his soul again and again, wanting to live forever and get rid of the shackles of Fengshen. After hundreds of years, he finally stripped the original idea left by Fengshen from his soul 50 years ago, and thus the jellyfish Yin Ji was born.

After Chen Xi came to this world, Wu Ming learned earlier than Gong Jiu that he suspected that Chen Xi was the one Fengshen was waiting for, so he didn't dare to approach him, and he blocked the jellyfish Yin Ji in the East China Sea until Mo Xuan appeared.

After Mo Xuan used the star stone to reflect the memories of the two, he only obliterated the Fengshen mind in the jellyfish Yinji's body. The jellyfish Yinji herself was killed by Wu Ming, and Wu Ming died of self-explosion.

Chen Xi asked Mo Xuan: "The god is still alive, and the incarnation also wants to be independent and get rid of the control of the body?"

"Experiencing reincarnation is rebirth. The incarnation of this kind of spiritual reincarnation has an independent soul will before merging with the body." Mo Xuan took out a thick book and handed it to Chen Xi, "There was once a split of the gods. Hundreds of millions of incarnations practiced different laws in the small world, and when the avatars ascended to the upper realm, they merged and recovered, trying to unify all laws and surpass the Dao, and then they were backlashed by the incarnations, forgetting the self, and falling into the realm of gods."

Chen Xi looked down at the book. The book was made of metal, similar to the star stone that stored Wu Ming's memory. The paper pages were similar to gold leaf but extremely flexible, and there were no words or images on it.

"Why was Fengshen seriously injured? Did you hit him?"

"It was he who hit my tail." Mo Xuan looked up without looking at Chen Xi, and found a coconut on the tree, picked up a stone and knocked one out, opened an opening with his nails, and handed it to Chen Xi.

"I went back to check. The Goddess of Life fell and went to the Heavenly Court. She talked with the Emperor Good Fortune for three years before leaving. Then the Emperor Good Fortune escaped from the outside world and closed the Heavenly Court to wait for the new master. The last person who saw the Goddess of Life was Fengshen. The Goddess of Life died after following her. The rumors of the Heavenly Emperor and Dao Conflict came from the Fengshen Realm, and the Dragon Clan once suspected that the Goddess of Life died at the hands of the Fengshen..."

Chen Xi took a sip of coconut juice, looked at the paused Mo Xuan: "Isn't it Fengshen?"

Mo Xuan shook his head slightly: "The divine body has been imprisoned by resentful spirits more than once, and there are still lingering thoughts in the body... You may not be the reincarnation of the goddess of life."

Could it be the system that 'spirited' refers to?

Chen Xi was stunned, wondering: "I don't reject the divine power of the Goddess of Life, is this also a feature of the Creation Sutra?"

Mo Xuan took out a jade talisman and handed it to Chen Xi: "It stores the power of the life system, try to absorb it."

After Chen Xi tried it, he shook his head: "It can't be broken down."

Mo Xuan curled up the corner of his mouth: "It's okay, make good use of the heavens and strengthen the seal of the god body in time. When your cultivation base is high, no matter what the enemy's purpose is, there is no room for conspiracy to survive under absolute strength. You enter in the book Spiritual power."

Chen Xi did as he did, and the cover of the golden book, which was thicker than Cihai, glowed, and the moving image of the birth of the world in chaos appeared, which was still three-dimensional and clearer than a tablet computer.

"The dragons are not good at spells, and your heavenly realms are heavily restricted.

It cannot be fully activated if the cultivation level is not enough. This is a collection of all textbooks produced by the Good Fortune Taoist Academy. It is complete from children's enlightenment to basic advancement, and it is just right for you. "Mo Xuan opened the page, and took the life spell as an example to teach Chen Xi how to enter the small directory from the large directory, view the content from the small directory, and how to search accurately.

This is not a book, this is a computer powered by spiritual power!Just looking at the catalogs layer by layer, it is even more spectacular than the National Library.

Chen Xi was dazzled: "How many spells are there?"

Mo Xuan pointed to the ground: "There are more grains of sand on this planet."

Chen Xi immersed himself in the sea of ​​supernatural powers and spells as if he had found a treasure, and found that there were thousands of resurrection spells alone, more attack spells, and hundreds of pages in the catalog of sword skills. Do you teach others?"

"Yes, the spells of the Creation Daoist Academy are all based on the Creation Sutra, which is beneficial to the growth of the world." Mo Xuan reminded: "Be careful not to be greedy, the more magical powers, the better."

"Understood." Chen Xi nodded repeatedly, but seeing the powerful spells, he couldn't help but start learning them.

Mo Xuan didn't stop him either. Back then, he also had the ambition to cultivate hundreds of millions of supernatural powers. It was his energy and understanding that taught him to be a dragon. When Chen Xi found out that "Spell Encyclopedia" was a book that couldn't be finished in hundreds of millions of years, he knew he would choose the best. .

When Chen Xi was reading and practicing spells, Mo Xuan piled sand beside him and hammered it into crystals with dragon energy to build the Crystal Palace.

"Boom—"

Eighteen huge crystal pillars stood up, and the island shook.

Chen Xi woke up with a start, seeing the Crystal Palace, which already had the prototype of the main hall, was in a daze for a moment, then closed the golden book abruptly, and jumped up in the dense spiritual mist.

Oops!Forget about time!

He hurriedly drew in the air with his fingers, trying a small spell to determine the current time, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the aura writing in the air.

"Fortunately, there is no one day in the mountains. It has been a thousand years in the world." But it has been nearly a year since Chen Xi entered the East China Sea.