After thinking for a while, the Taoist in the south flew into the darkness in the distance.

Although he was very suspicious of this place, he decided to walk around the other places he had never been to before, which was also inheriting Fang Junmei's mature and steady side.

This trip has passed another twenty or thirty years.

After all, no other suspicious thing was found. The Southern Taoist once again came to the depths of the underground in the desert and lurked and waited.

I thought that if any monks came in and out, they might get some clues from them.

This wait has passed for several decades.

There was no monk in and out, and the Taoist in the south finally left completely and found another way to go.

...

Demon Holy Land.

It can be said that it is very lively now. In addition to the previous large and small demon tribes, there are also the hundreds of tribes that fled from the hundreds of tribes, as well as the forces that retreated from the human race, and even the forces that even monsters scattered here. In short, it is rare to be lively.

No matter what, there is at least one First Demon Lord here.

There is still no two and a half-step cultivator in the Holy Land of the Monster Beast. Although the Young Master became famous in one battle, he had to go back to take charge of his own life.

Not to mention anything else, just talking about the local forces retreating from the human race, naturally, led by Ling Xiaozi and Li Junshi's tribes. After retreating, they did not grab territories. They only found some middle and lower-class Lingshan treasure lands and settled down first.

Ling Xiaozi's Yun tribe, where he settled, was in a deep mountain that stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles. The old man's own nest was on one of the mountains called Ganyue Mountain.

On this day, Ling Xiaozi, who was in seclusion, was disturbed by two and a half steps.

"Old ancestor, Fang Junmei's body is an immortal god, and the Taoist in the south is asking for a visit outside the mountain gate."

The monk reported to him was a middle-aged man with a stern temperament. He was a descendant of Ling Xiaozi's bloodline, and now he is in charge of tribe affairs.

"Why is he here?"

When Ling Xiaozi heard this, his eyes narrowed, and he was no longer as enthusiastic as he had when he joined forces before.

"He didn't say why he came."

Ling Yunzhi said lightly.

"How is his temperament now?"

Ling Xiaozi asked, and after he finished speaking, he said, "Is there a common gloomy and violent appearance after the body of the deity is lost?"

"Ancestor is worried that he is here to make trouble?"

After being stunned, Ling Yunzhi thought for a while and said, "I can't feel any gloomy and violent temperament. I just feel that it is unfathomable and cannot guess."

When Ling Xiaozi heard this, he nodded slightly, and then silent for a moment, and finally left in the air.

...

Soon, the old guy personally welcomed the Taoist in the south. After some greetings, the two floated past the sky, and the scene below was full of sight.

Naturally, the mountains are full of lush plants and flowers, and the scenery is beautiful, but I am afraid no one really sees it.

"How did you understand the two and a half steps of fellow Taoist?

The southern Taoist asked casually.

Ling Xiaozi smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said, "I have gone through two steps to now. I have been through many tens of thousands of years and thought of the grand interpretation of the way of heaven. Every time I feel that I have found the direction, but I just can't find the opportunity to understand, and I change the direction again, and look for it again... until now, it's all in vain."

The Southern Taoist nodded slightly.

"Brother, can you tell me, are your genius monks particularly loved by God, one after another, two and a half steps successful?"

Ling Xiaozi asked.

When the Taoist in the south heard this, he smiled slightly.

"If we really have God's love, it must be ours, who have come from him, not what he rewards us."

"Do you're blaming us for not helping those two teams retreat?"

Ling Xiaozi looked bad when he heard this.

"In the catastrophe, there are always great opportunities, and the catastrophe will also arise. The only thing I can tell my fellow Taoists is that those who avoid the catastrophe will definitely not have the chance to be found in the catastrophe."

Nanfang Taoist said: "For such a person, others will be disappointed by him, and God will be disappointed by him. No matter how much he goes into seclusion and practices, it is almost impossible to get his recognition."

When Ling Xiaozi heard this, his eyes first appeared with shame and annoyance, and then with shame.

When the human race retreated, he could come to help, but he didn't. Finally, when he heard that Fang Junmei had lost his body, he was even more ashamed to see Fang Junmei's immortal god body. Over the years, he felt ashamed.

For a moment, he fell silent.

"Brother Dao doesn't have to think too much. The past is over. I'm here today and I don't mean to provoke a sect. But what I just said is also the bottom of my heart. Those who escape the responsibility of the Heavenly Dao will definitely be disappointed with him. It's too difficult to get his favor again."

The Taoist in the south says again.

"My fellow Taoist said this makes me feel ashamed!"

Ling Xiaozi spoke up, quite frankly.

The Southern Taoist nodded slightly and no longer mentioned this. He had no more guidance on the other party's two and a half steps. Whatever happens in the future depends entirely on the Southern Taoist himself.

Think about Feng Yao, Bashan Old Man, Fang Junmei, Gu Xijin, etc., who are not at the forefront and shouldering huge responsibilities?

...

While talking, he entered the hall of deliberation.

"What is the matter with fellow Taoist coming here?"

He personally poured a cup of fragrant tea for the southern Taoist, and after he retired the minor repair, Ling Xiaozi asked.

"Nothing else, talk about the past and talk about the past."

The southern Taoist's tone was extremely relaxed.

Ling Xiaozi heard it unusual, and after a flash of eyes, he asked, "Whose ancient times and which past?"

"Talk about the ancient times of Tianshi, and talk about the past of his tribe."

The Southern Taoist changed to the voice transmission.

The tone of voice was as normal, but after entering Ling Xiaozi's mind, his body gaze trembled, and he looked at the Taoist Nanfang with a complicated expression.

"Fellow Taoist, the tribe of the Heavenly Master - no problem! After you completely killed the Heavenly Master, we came to their tribe and made them vow one by one, that they were not from the world in the mirror!"

Ling Xiaozi said.

It turns out that I still think that the Taoist in the south is here to settle the accounts after the autumn.

When the Taoist in the South heard this, he gave him a blank look.

"What are you thinking about by Brother Dao? Fellow Daofu Yuan Daofu has already told me about this matter before. Of course, I will not have any doubts."

"Then you want-"

Ling Xiaozi was confused.

"You just care about it, just ignore the rest."

The Taoist in the South said lightly, and he would be powerful without anger.

Ling Xiaozi was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slightly and asked, "Where does a fellow Taoist want to sound from?"

“Sounds from the beginning!”
Chapter completed!