They are all playing tactics in the prehistoric world, who are the tricks here?

No matter from any angle, Li Changshou discovered that he would never go to the Chaos Sea in the near future.

If Kunpeng sincerely wants to reveal some information...

Can't you just shout it out in Xuandu City?

Kunpeng has been fighting with his senior brother for so long, and he always has the ability to shout; he is so fast outside the prehistoric world that he is not unsure of saving his life.

As long as I enter the Chaos Sea again, no matter whether I see Kunpeng or what information I can get, it will affect my current plan.

According to the convention of the previous life, Li Changshou directly classified Kunpeng's behavior as a "serious fishing" behavior.

If you fish, just fish hard.

Kunpeng was originally a perverted development of big fish, but he didn't expect that he would do such fishing, and he really lost fish.

To summarize back and forth, it is actually just the word "not going".

Li Changshou waited for another half a day and found that the teacher did not send him the word "go" and he was a little relieved.

Then there is no big problem.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to come to Xuandu City, Li Changshou sorted out the subsequent plans of each level again. During his thoughts, he suddenly realized that his previous rejection of Yunxiao's "sharing" request might make Yunxiao a little depressed.

After thinking for a while, Li Changshou sighed long in the Hunyuan Jin Dou.

"What's wrong?"

Yunxiao's voice came as scheduled, and the fairy outside the Jin Dou had a little invisible concern in her eyes.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little stressed," Li Changshou smiled, burned the scroll in front of him with real fire, got up and looked around, feeling confused.

Yunxiao couldn't help but think about how to relieve the pressure for him. Li Changshou laughed secretly, pretending to be nothing, showing fatigue on his face, and uttering utterly, and half-suppressing...

Soon, he lay on his side with his back to Yunxiao, pillowing Yunxiao's slender legs, enjoying the service of the fairy's finger pressing, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Yunxiao knew that he was teasing him on purpose, but he did not point it out. A little immortal power burst out from his fingertips, helping Li Changshou relieve the fatigue of his Taoist body.

In this case, Li Changshou actually handed over his life gate to Yunxiao.

It seems to be enjoying it, but in fact it is under a considerable psychological pressure, not pure happiness...

Well, the happiness of Taibai Xingjun is beyond imagination of ordinary immortals.

Several Taoist masters and immortal consciousness captured this scene in the distance, and each showed some chuckling. However, Zhao Gongming sighed softly, glanced at the Golden Spirit Holy Mother, and quickly moved away.

They have clearly formed a Taoist couple in secret, but they are not as close to such a Taoist couple in front of others.

The great wizard had adjusted his breath, stood up and looked at the various parts of Xuandu City, and began to use the method of transforming Taoist soldiers.

He drew out a wisp of Xuanhuang aura from the Xuanhuang Tower, and then took the yin and yang energy from the Tai Chi diagram, then poured some water, sprinkled some soil, captured a few rusty weapons, and brought the wind in the sky.

He pinched the magic trick with both hands, slowly exhaled a breath of the creature, took out a stack of talismans refined by Laojun from his sleeve, and threw them into the colorful cloud in front of him.

Soon, Taoist soldiers wrapped in yellow turbans jumped out of it, knelt down to salute the great master, and then turned around and rushed to various parts of Xuandu City.

The great master sighed: "I'm afraid it will take a long time to recover your vitality."

"We might as well make more preparations," Zhao Gongming stood up and looked at Li Changshou and smiled, "It's rare to come here. It's better to make a new formation, so that Senior Brother Xuandu can be more relaxed."

All the Taoist immortals praised him for being good, deliberately avoiding Yunxiao and Li Changshou, and together they thought about the upgrading of Xuandu City's defensive formation.

Over there, Li Changshou was thinking, closed his eyes and focused his mind, and conceived a complex formation for this place.

In fact, you can make some unique responses to the characteristics of the demon;

The original formation structure of Xuandu City is also the idea of ​​the mountain protection formation, but it is a hundred times more complex than the ordinary immortal gate mountain protection formation.

This is his professional field.

...

In the north of Central China, close to the place where the demons gather, on a fairy mountain surrounded by clouds and mist.

Teams of heavenly soldiers and generals came here to camp recently, and more than a dozen demon kings closer to this place began to toss and turn, unable to sleep day and night.

This mountain range will be owned by the Heavenly Court in the future. The Jade Emperor's nephew who has become famous recently, Yang Jian, a disciple of the three generations of the Taoist sect, and the Taoist protector, and the true king of the Mingdao of Qingyuan, will temporarily settle here.

When choosing this place, Yang Jian actually did it intentionally.

First of all, it is not far from Yuquan Mountain. With my own strength, it only took half an hour to pass by the clouds;

Secondly, it is closer to the demon clan area, so Yang Jian does not want to stop on his own cultivation path. He will use the demon clan land as his whetstone later.

The battle between Xitianmen and Lingshan made Yang Jian realize a fact.

In the vast world, he was just a disciple of the Taoist sect for three generations.

Taibai Jinxing slapped the slap he slapped, the pressure that was invisibly swept away in Lingshan...

The gap is quite huge.

But Yang Jian did not feel depressed because of this, but instead increased his fighting spirit.

After all, he has only practiced for more than a hundred years, and has been practicing for hundreds of years. When he is now Taibai Venus, he may not be able to fight with Taibai Venus today.

‘Fight one…’

Fairy artifact attic, in the study room in Linshan.

Yang Jian sat on the windowsill, arched his left leg and his right leg hung outside the windowsill, watching the layers of forbidden treasure bags in his hand.

What does Taibai Venus mean?

He was actually very curious about the content in this treasure bag, but after thinking about it, he still restrained his desire to explore this thing.

Yang Jian recalled his cultivation path and seemed to be able to find the shadow of Taibai Jinxing everywhere.

Many times, guests appearing in Yuquan Mountain;

The master clearly does not practice the eight or nine mysterious skills, but he can always give him one layer after another of his deeper insights;

And when you go out to practice, you will always encounter one after another and one after another.

A normal qi refiner can encounter a story that only a thousand years can encounter in ten years, but he can often experience it once in ten years, which will give him more insights and allow him to make great strides unscrupulously on the road of cultivation.

It seemed that Taibai Jinxing opened his big hand and he never jumped out of his palm.

That feeling of powerlessness and the feeling of depression made Yang Jian’s heart unbalance several times, and even impulsively wanted to go to Lingshan to smash the Saint’s Temple to destroy himself.

But in impulse, he forgot that Lingshan is trying to get along with the Chan Sect now, which has become a knife for the divisive saints of the Heavenly Court.

One by one, one by one, one by one.

It seems that these layers of calculations have been condensed into several big words:

‘Welcome to the prehistoric era.’

But because of the treasure bag in his hand, Yang Jian felt that everything Taibai Jinxing did to him seemed to have deep meaning.

Especially that sentence...

【When you feel like you are in this situation again.】

It seemed that while Taibai Jinxing was controlling him, he was also exploring what, verifying what, and reminding him by the way.

Until now, Yang Jian feels like he is suffering from some kind of heart disease and begins to think about the deep meaning behind these details.

Even Yang Jian began to suspect that the resentment and emotions he had developed before were calculated by the guy who liked to play an old god.

The terrible powerful minister of heaven.

Yang Jian put his treasure bag in his arms, looked at the distant mountains, and thought about future events.

He was actually a little confused.

‘I seem to be living for something else all the time.’

My father has entered the cycle of reincarnation, my mother has also been taken by my side, and my master has not been too deeply involved in his own cause and effect. Everything is a better ending.

The breeze roamed, bringing laughter in other rooms in the attic, and Xiaochan was discussing with her mother about cutting the fabric for new clothes.

There seemed to be a heavenly soldier talking about interesting things in the heavenly court in the distance, and there were also a heavenly general holding a bronze mirror to keep looking at it...

Yang Jian couldn't help but chuckled secretly. Every man in the family these days also cared about his appearance.

Um?

There seemed to be some situations in the bronze mirror.

Yang Jian explored the immortal consciousness and saw a fairy dancing with a sword in the bronze mirror, which was quite pleasing to the eye, and the fairy seemed to be saying something to this general.

This should be a lover.

At this moment, the bronze mirror vibrated, and a blue light burst out from the upper left corner, with a line of big words written on it:

‘The recorder who is being followed by the general has started live broadcasting.’

The general's eyes lit up and quickly slid on the bronze mirror a few times. The mirror of the bronze mirror vibrated, making a brisk sound of gongs and drums, and the surging river water by the Tianhe River appeared.

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel some interest and looked carefully:

A figure popped up in the picture, wearing bright silver armor, bowing to the bronze mirror to signal.

"The recorder of the Heavenly Court and Bian Zhuang, deputy commander of the Tianhe Water Army, are polite!

Without further ado, today I will give you a classic ordinary bangzi for you, and the music will be started!”

As the picture turned, several feet away from the side, several musicians played by the heavenly soldiers began to perform madly, and the real music came from several female fairies farther away.

With the rhythmic drum sounds, Bian Zhuang grabbed the nine-toothed rake and started a solo show.

"The river of heaven is rippling, and I will sing!

Tianhe Water Army Bad, Subduing the Demon in the Water!”

What is this?
To be continued...