Ying Zheng was so angry that he smoked his orifices and cursed.

"I am a person with status, and I don't have the same knowledge as you, a poor bull."

He glanced at Tieguai Li again and said with a lip:

"Hey, hey, we are gods after all. We limp all day long. You don't mind being shabby, I have to be ashamed!"

Seeing that Tieguai Li was so stern, Cao Guojiu rushed forward and beat him up and said:

"First Emperor, Lao Li is just used to it, and it does not affect walking and casting."

Ying Zheng's two nostrils looked to the sky and hummed:

"Beggars are not like beggars, and Taoist priests are not like Taoist priests. You are still as good as humans in the eight... Look at the lake I have created, which has immeasurable merit. The water level has dropped a little, so you can make up for it."

Cao Guojiu was timid and had not yet spoken. The younger Han Xiangzi couldn't help but feel angry and cursed:

"Qin Shihuang, you transport all the water in the air in a radius of thousands of miles. How many creatures will you die? How much will the desert expand? It's also a great merit, bah!"

Qin Shihuang jumped up and pointed at his nose and cursed:

"I sent a million troops to destroy your nine clans. Let's see how you will be born in the future!"

Zhang Guo Lao smiled and smoothed out the situation and said slyly:

"We practitioners never care about our affairs. Since the First Emperor has kept millions of troops on his lips all day long, the old man will tell you what happened to the Qin Empire. After you die, the world will be in chaos. Three hundred thousand troops will be suppressed by the Huns, and six hundred thousand troops will attack Nanyue...

"Hmph, you old guy has bad intentions and want to mess with my heart. It is my order. No matter how turbulent the Central Plains are, the border troops must defend their national borders."

"Hehe, Qin Shihuang, don't you want to know the destination of the Great Qin Empire and the millions of tigers and wolves? The garrison soldiers are called Hanguju..."

Lan Caihe interrupted:

"Don't tell him, let him guess."

Qin Shihuang pricked up his ears and listened with relish, and said angrily:

"I won't be fooled by you."

After a while, I couldn't help asking: "Later, what's wrong?"

No one paid attention to him.

Dasiming couldn't help but say:

"Can you calm down? You will have a decisive battle later. You are digging a lake and lit up the sky. Do you want to squander your magic power and not go to the battlefield for a while?"

Ying Zheng jumped up and cursed:

"Do you think I'm like a person who is afraid of death?"

Everyone said in unison:

"Like, very similar."

When Ying Zheng saw that he was angry, he mocked himself.

"Forget it, you can't scold me or joke, it's really boring!"

At this time, the void trembled, and loud chanting filled the world.

"There is a fish in the north, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it is not known how many thousands of miles it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, which is not known how many thousands of miles it flies in anger, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky..."

Everyone showed joy on their faces and looked around.

"The Zhuangzi is here!"

A certain point in the void ripples appeared, and a black penis about three meters high gradually appeared. Its iron claws and steel beak were dark all over, and its wings spread out and emitted a cold and metallic light, looking at it.

Then, a tall old man emerged.

Ying Zheng happily greeted him and said:

"It's really a strange literary work that has been passed down from generation to generation... Mr. Zhuang said that the gods fart, which is extraordinary."

When the old man heard this, he looked dark.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ying Zheng hurriedly changed his words:

"In the eight hundred years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fire was red, and the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period was like a fire that started a prairie fire. The Great Qin swept away the six kingdoms and replaced them with water virtue, and was still black. The legendary peng bird only had red and green colors, but the gentleman's bird was so black, which secretly matched the power of tigers and wolves in the Great Qin..."

Upon hearing this, Zhuangzi's face almost turned into a bottom of the pot.

Slippery...

Ying Zheng quickly stopped and ran to the end of the team, with his body suddenly lowered half his head.

Zhuangzi smiled slightly and said to everyone:

"We crossed the sea of ​​stars, fought bloody battles all the way, and finally stood here. After today, we may all die. Not to mention the body, even the soul will disappear. Even if someone survives by chance, they will not be able to come back. Where is there? Even Lao Tzu, Sakyamuni, and Confucius cannot deduce it.

"You guys, have you thought about it?"

Everyone said in unison:

"There is advancement but no retreat, and it will be only after death."

Zhuangzi laughed and said:

"Maintaining energy and animal strength, don't consume magic power to illuminate the sky. You all can find a place."

The light went out, and darkness was restored to heaven and earth.

From time to time, people emerge from the void and join the team silently. The occasional conversation is also very brief.

Xintianyou saw a "blockbuster" that was too big to be bigger. Even if he was mentally tenacious, he couldn't help but feel dizzy. He strongly suspected that it was an illusion made of "socks", rather than a historical image that really existed.

But after thinking about it, I felt it was unlikely.

Zhuangzi, one of the ancestors of Taoism, the legendary Pengbi, the ancient god of Chu, the Shaosiming of the Shaosiming of the ages, the Qin Shihuang, the phoenix's previous life, the Zhuque of the Eight Immortals, the most famous among the people... gathered here.

This is also a "sock" that can be fabricated?

The "Yuanqu people" mentioned above are recorded in "Shiyi Ji". The guy was twenty-three meters high and came out of the sea in a spiral boat. He chatted with Qin Shihuang in a chaotic scene when the earth was first opened, and it seemed that he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

Such a powerful comrade was actually destroyed. What kind of enemies did these gods encounter? Logically, even if they hit the most vicious extraterritorial demons, they should not be at a disadvantage. Just Zhuangzi can defeat ten thousand little carrot-headed monsters.

Moreover, how did it inexplicably gather in an unknown place in the universe from Zhuangzi in the Spring and Autumn Period to Lan Caihe in the late Tang Dynasty?

Facing the deep darkness without any light, Xintianyou has no way to coordinate positioning. He habitually marks it up, north, south, south, west, right and east, and treats it as a computer with a black screen.

After a stick of incense, a long purple light appeared on the east side. An old man rode a green cow in the void, as if he was strolling leisurely on the ridge of the field.

"The Tao can be told, it is extraordinary. The name can be called, it is extraordinary..."

The old chant resounded throughout the universe without a trace of domineering and sharpness. However, it was everywhere, and those who heard it were calm.

No! A sentence suddenly popped up in Xin Tianyou's mind. I went out of Hangu Pass in the west, and the purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles.

As if in response, a Buddha with a golden body appeared to the west, with his palms folded into ten paths:

"A flower and a world, a tree and a floating life, a grass and a heaven, a leaf and a Tathagata, a sand and a bliss, a place and a pure land, a smile and a worldly relationship, a thought and a quiet..."

Ten ancient Indians in sackcloth followed him, muttering and murmuring.

Xin Tianyou guessed that he must be the ten most personal disciples of Sakyamuni, Mahakasyapa, Maudgalyayana, Puruna, Subhuti, Shariputra, Rahula, Ananda, Upali, Anirudata, and Kasyapa.

After hundreds of ancient Indians with strange faces, a familiar bald head appeared, but unfortunately I could not recognize a few. Only the monk at the end read "There is no Bodhi tree, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be gathered?", which made him recognize at first glance that Huineng, the ancestor of Zen Buddhism.

At the same time, a tall old man appeared in the northern sky, walking with his sword, saying:

"The way of heaven and earth: broad, thick, high, bright, leisure, long..."

Behind him, there were densely packed Confucian scholars following him, and Lang Lang echoed.

"Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique knowledge of the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!"

Sounds vibrate the world.

Zhuangzi laughed and said:

"Come, go!"
Chapter completed!