After bringing back the Son of God

"They can't come up." The pleasant voice was clear and slightly hoarse.

For some reason, even though he had created the treasure map for self-help, and he had attracted people for self-help, the old man with white hair was relieved when he heard that he couldn't get there.

The main reason is that his immobile posture is too embarrassing and ugly. This will be seen by the juniors. His reputation will be destroyed in one life, and his majesty will be gone. I am afraid that he will have no face to face others.

In fact, when the Son of God was born with the heaven and the earth, the first thing he felt was the top elites in the mainland, but since then, there has been no news. Later, when he grew into a perfect body, it caused the vision of the heaven and the earth to come to the world, but it was more than ten years forward.

Those who came to fight for this opportunity with him, those who wanted to take the gods born in the world under his command, and the giants of his generation.It's just that he came to the battle faster in person, he is the ancestor of the ancient religion, and he came late.

But when he arrived, there was only this meditation room on the top of the huge mountain, and he was alone.

And with just one turn around, he was trapped here.

He came to control this natural son of God, but in the end he was controlled by others.

The tree roots entwining his legs and feet at this moment, those embedded in his feet and calves, are the sacred tree of enlightenment cultivated by himself, which was forcibly pulled out of his body, rooted to the ground, and the blood and qi in his body were sucked in reverse. The spiritual power is fed back to the entire mountain range.

Now it has grown into a thick root system, penetrating into the holy mountain like a blood vessel.

The terrifying attack caused by that point of golden light spread to near the roots of his Enlightenment Sacred Tree, and he could even feel the burning pain of his soul.

In order to slow down the flow of blood, he almost lost [-]% of his private possessions!

In other words, [-]% of his private possessions created the magnificent spectacle of this holy mountain.

But the opponent can turn half of the mountain into a magma hell with a single finger.

This is not a level of power at all. He, an ant, does not know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and he wants to compete with the gods.

Others are not kind, why don't they say hello or leave a signal, then they don't hear from each other, and no one has come to provoke this god-man so far!

This old Taoist with a great background feels cold and cold. His body has been drenched in rain and sun, and he has lost his calm posture. His feet have been entangled and unable to move for 11 years.

It has been 11 years since he released the treasure map of this place to publicize the hiding place of the perpetrator who trapped him, attracting the strong to divert the opponent's attention, and save himself by the way.

You know, this is his unique skill. Thousands of miles away in the void, using divine consciousness as a medium to carve characters on divine material scrolls, in the eyes of people thousands of miles away, it seems like calligraphy and painting that appeared out of thin air.

Such miracles are what he is proud of as a superior.

But who would have thought that the existence in this meditation room could take this mountain as the center and create dangerous places out of thin air within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, blocking thousands of rivers and mountains, blocking thousands of troops and horses, and causing a sensation in the entire continent.

Such miracles are breathtaking, and naturally all forces are dispatched together.

Although those dangerous places only exist for a while, they are by no means comparable to illusions. They emerge in endlessly, and all kinds of strict restrictions make the strong people above the sixth level have to give up.

As a result, this has become a holy place for juniors from all major forces to compete for experience.

But the problem is, the juniors combined are no match for this god-man.

Moreover, all the juniors who are valued by the major families in the mainland have come, so he dare not act rashly.

Not to mention that the distraction of the god-man because of the junior is really insignificant, he still can't get out, if he struggles forcibly, if this angers the god-man, let the god-man kill all the younger generation in a single thought, then the whole The mainland may have to decline because of this, so the hatred he brought to himself is too great.

Even if he could save his life, the retribution to the ancient religion he created would cause the entire ancient religion to be annihilated in the long river of time.

After all, there are only a few existences who can figure out the treasure map. When the high-ranking people gather together, it is almost enough to put his name on the psychic formation of the palace and announce it to the world.

The white-haired old man trembled like chaff, and said in a trembling voice: "I hope that Lord Shenzi will forgive me. It's all because of my own will. I just want some people who admire Lord Shenzi to come and admire the heroic appearance of Lord Shenzi. I don't mean to disturb you. .”

"My heroic appearance? It's as if you've seen me before."

The white-haired old man was ashamed for a while, he was a dignified ancestor of the ancient sect, he folded in the opponent's hand before he could meet him, and he didn't even know the shadow of the opponent when he came out and went in after such a long time.

"Although I haven't seen it before, I can feel it. A god like you can't be different in every aspect."

"If you're wrong, then you stay here forever."

The voices of the people in the meditation room were faint, but what the trembling old Taoist outside didn't know was that the person who was talking to him was squatting by the door, with his fingers slightly pushed out, he could faintly hear the voices of people, and his surprisingly beautiful eyes did not touch his eyes. It doesn't hide the complicated color, expecting and worrying at the same time.

Thinking of seeing real young people on the mainland soon, he felt more nervous than ever.

Jin Tianji quickly turned to the bronze mirror and looked at his face carefully, but he didn't know if he looked like a human being.

Worried about the existence of flaws, he easily exposed the secret he most wanted to hide——

He is an artifact.

No one touched him, or if he didn't touch anyone, he couldn't even kill himself.

After all, a tool is a tool, even if it is a natural artifact, it is still a bit short of a real indestructible fairy tool, unless he completely becomes a human and can dominate himself like a human.

Otherwise, he will not be able to get rid of the fate of being born as a weapon, and will only be controlled by others in the end.

Just like now, he can only use part of his power with the help of others, and his power varies from person to person.

What kind of situation is it, he doesn't even know himself.

The man outside exposed his hiding place in the form of a treasure map, and he didn't stop it.

The main reason is that the old Taoist has limited eyesight, and he is talking about the Son of God to the outside world.

The son of God is okay, at least he looks like a human being.

Then he just waited for capable people to come to his door, which also saved him the effort of going to the vast crowd to find someone.

He needs someone, he doesn't want to be the master, he can be a partner or a friend, it is best to treat him as a human being and treat him equally.

I hope to use him often, but I can't use the word "use", it can be a help, but if I help often, he doesn't like people who are too rude... But it's really difficult.

The white-haired old man outside was very anxious, vaguely as if he knew that after ten years of communicating with each other, he would finally see the true face of the god-man Lushan, and worried that this would be the last moment of his life.

At that moment, the wooden door creaked and was pushed open. The man bent down and lowered his head, a few strands of satin-like black-gold hair poured down from his shoulders.

The white-haired old man only felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, and he felt that his body was not smooth for a long time. When he came to his senses, he realized that he was suffocating his breath.

"I feel like I'm not far away from regaining my freedom."

Seeing that he was just amazed, Jin Tianji sized him up too much, which was probably considered impolite, so he frowned, and said angrily, "Use your spiritual sense to expand the picture, let me see, there are still others left. how many people."

The white-haired old man said cautiously: "There are probably more than 9000 people. You are here. Want to contact the younger generation?"

"I do want to find a company."

"What do you think of me!" The white-haired old man recommended himself.

"Can not bear to look."

"Among the people who came, there are quite a few talented and talented people!" The white-haired old Taoist rejoiced. If the Son of God took a fancy to the disciples of the Ancient Sect and took the initiative to go to the Ancient Sect, it would not be in vain for him to be so unlucky.

"Really." Jin Tianji stood far away from him bored.

The white-haired old man tried his best to enlarge the picture and present it in front of the two of them.

"Look at this, the core disciple of the ancient sect god's court, named Gu Feng, this son is 23 years old, his cultivation has reached the fifth stage, he can be called a young talent..." The white-haired old man was beaming with joy and spitting.

"The so-called ancient religion has no profound background, no independent cultivation system, so it cannot be called an ancient religion, and the older the force, the simpler the name, such as Qicun, Zhengong, Medicine Valley, etc., you should be familiar with it, As for the ancient sect of cultivating immortals, there are many, such as Shenting, Tianfu, Dijiao, Yaodu, Demon Palace..."

There was no disturbance on Jin Tianji's face.

The white-haired patriarch introduced several Shenting disciples in a row, but the other party looked indifferent.

Go to one more.

"This is the eldest son of Tiandaoyuan, named Zhou Tianyuan, and he is the most proud young disciple of Tiandaoyuan. He has supported the face of this class of Tiandaoyuan with his own strength. Dare to challenge him easily."

Tiandaoyuan, the three-character ancient religion, is a little newer than Shenting, and it is also on the right path. It is an ancient religion that rose up later.

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he was not interested in seeing the Son of God, and just motioned him to be next.

"This person is also from the Heavenly Dao Academy. His surname is Zhou. His name is Yixi, or something like Yilan. It is said that he is extremely talented, modest and prudent, restrained and dignified. As you can see, this person is handsome... um." White-haired The old Taoist glanced at Jin Tianji, and couldn't say anything after that.

Immediately afterwards, he introduced Tianfu, the ancient sect that was opposed to Shenting, and talked about several well-known young disciples of Tianfu's current class, but he also did not attract the attention of the other party, and he immediately calmed down a lot.

"This is also a Tianfu disciple. The lines of the crane and the cloud on her body can fly out of the body, and her defense power is unparalleled, so she is like walking on the ground in the magma. Tsk, her master even brought her the Moon Sword to protect her life. The girl must be Venerable Tianqing's most precious apprentice, Qi Huaiyu."

"This is a Bachelor of Xuege. He looks like a gentleman and harmless to humans and animals. He is nicknamed 'White-faced Scholar'. He has a lot of ghost ideas, and he is highly valued by Xuege's grand sacrificial wine..."

"This is a man from the Demon City..."

"This one comes from the Demon Palace..."

"generally."

"That's it."

"Pass."

"Pass……"

The white-haired old man found that the other party was not looking at people, nor looking at faces, nor was he focusing on his talent and cultivation. He browsed quickly and many times, and it was obvious that Shenzi's eyes focused on something in common, as if they were looking at...

"What are you looking at?" Jin Tianji said without raising his head, "Put your rude gaze away, this is one of the reasons why I don't want to be with you."

The white-haired old man's thoughts were interrupted.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Tianji paused: "Wait a minute."

The white-haired old man noticed that the other party's eyes were focused on the person's face.

The person in the picture was randomly picked by him, and it happened to be at the border between the magma field and the forest.

Seeing that he was not dressed as a disciple of the ancient sect, he was dressed in black, standing on the top of a tree, looking far away, his clothes fluttering, there was no sign of action for a long time, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Jin Tianji bent down to look at it. Her long, smooth hair slid down her shoulders. At the open front of her clothes, her clavicle was exquisite, and her skin was fairer than snow.

"This man..." he murmured.

"Why?" This old man will always be attracted by the actions of the Son of God. He has long been detached from the world of mortals, leaving only the pursuit of the imaginary fairyland. It stands to reason that he has no worldly desires for people, but the attraction of the Son of God is far greater than that of God. For others, it made him unable to control his thoughts and gaze.

"It's pretty interesting."

After Jin Tianji finished speaking, he looked up and saw that the old Daoist had blood on his fingers.

"Indeed... it's quite interesting." The white-haired old man covered his nose and looked up at the sky. He was ashamed and humiliated. Refreshing, he still has room for improvement.

After that, the white-haired old man didn't dare to look directly at him, and focused on selecting candidates honestly.

There are many people in a picture, after watching all of them, [-]% are in the forest, only a small part is trapped in the magma zone.

Jin Tianji lacked interest: "Is this called Tianjiao?"

"This is not called Tianjiao. If you want to find an existence on the same level as you, there is probably only one person in the world."

Jin Tianji fell into a long silence.

"Shut up." He didn't want to hear that person's name so soon.

The white-haired old man originally wanted to say that if you are interested, he can help to invite you, but in fact he wanted to recommend himself, saying: "These juniors are young and ignorant, maybe they don't know how to know, but in fact, they really know how to appreciate you. The sky is right in front of you, needless to say, you must also..."

"Look at that kid again." Jin Tianji said.

"Who?" The white-haired old man thumped in his heart.

"The one that looks good."

At this moment, the black-clothed young man stood upright on the edge of the magma with his bare feet and toes pointing to the ground.

The white-haired old man let out a sigh, wanting to see where the defensive magic weapon was hidden on his body, otherwise he should not be able to stand up with his cultivation base.

Jin Tianji stared at the young man in the picture and didn't say a word for a long time.

The white-haired old man somehow felt that if he didn't bother him, he could keep looking at it for a long time, and said, "Do you think there is something special about this kid?"

Still the same sentence: "It's pretty good-looking."

Jin Tianji thought for a long time, touched his chin, and said: "Unlike other people, there seems to be something in his eyes, hiding a lot of thoughts. He has an aura that is not a disciple of an ordinary hermit family. It doesn't seem like he will appear here people."

That Zhou Zhoushui, who is still a junior named Yilan, also has something hidden in his eyes, and he didn't see you looking at him differently.

Jin Tianji frowned, and then said: "But I don't like aristocratic families, there are too many red tapes and rules, and people are not like people."

The old white-haired Taoist heaved a sigh of relief, but quickly grimaced. This is not equivalent to rejecting almost all the visitors.

Keeping a distance from him all the time, Jin Tianji, who seemed to dislike even touching him, raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and took the picture away without any hassle.

The whole eyes of the white-haired old man became hot, how did he do it! ?

Is there such a method in the world that can take away the imaginary pictures that are realized in front of others within the range of spiritual consciousness, just by taking a picture of him just now?But he was already at the peak, and he wasn't even the slightest bit vigilant.

The figure of the young man was still in the picture, Jin Tianji leaned against the door, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the person in the picture, his extremely handsome face was gloomy, as if he was struggling for something.

The white-haired old man saw him as if he saw a god, and suddenly felt that the opportunity must not be missed, and said: "My lord, I have a heartfelt request."

"Then don't ask."

"Forehead……"

The white-haired old man changed his words, and said respectfully: "Sir, son of God, would you like to accept this old man as a disciple?"