After leaving the palace, what caught Zhou Xuanji's eye was a huge forest, with the trees so high that they were towering into the clouds, and the diameter of the trunks was exaggerated.

Majestic spiritual energy fills this world, the sky is blue in the sea, the sky is vast, and there is also the crowing sound of roosters in the distance.

Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this voice the King of Golden Crown?"

Shen Nixing raised the corner of his mouth and smiled and said, "That's right."

Isn’t the Golden Crown God in Kunlun Yuanting? When was she arrested?

Zhou Xuanji was confused and swept away his divine thoughts. Now, in addition to the Golden Crown God, there are other great supreme auras.

Those great supreme gods were left with their souls and wandered everywhere.

Haven’t the great supreme being hunted by Shen Nixing completely died?

Zhou Xuanji was thinking, curious about what Shen Nixing wanted to do.

The little supreme sent a message to him: "Be careful, maybe those guys will end up with you and she will be raised here."

Zhou Xuanji refused to comment, it was not his careless problem now.

His situation depends on God's star.

Shen Nixing waved his right hand and wrapped Zhou Xuanji with his divine power.

Zhou Xuanji's vision instantly came to the turbulent flow of time and space. Shen Nixing stood in front of him, and his red robe fluttered.

Looking at her side face, Zhou Xuanji asked, "Can you tell me who you are?"

Shen Nixing wanted Hou Guzun to gather together for three days, saying that she wanted to create a new prosperous era. What is her purpose?

"You can't say it, you will die if you say it." Shen Nixing smiled pursed his lips and hid it.

Zhou Xuanji frowned. He was wondering whether Shen Nixing was bluffing him or could he really not say it?

Just like the blood bead black staff, it cannot be named.

After several hours.

Shen Nixing took Zhou Xuanji to leave the turbulent flow of time and space. Here is a red cloud, with a sea of ​​clouds stacked, and a magnificent vastness.

Zhou Xuanji glanced at the huge temple in the distance, coiled by red clouds, like a mirage, mysterious and solemn.

He felt a vast aura, and he felt like he was facing the Holy Lord of Hong Qin.

Even heavier than the Holy Lord of Hong Qin.

"Speak less later and ask you to speak before you answer. There is no need to hide it, and answer any questions truthfully." Shen Nixing reminded.

Zhou Xuanji did not answer, looking forward to what would happen later.

The two of them flew into the temple and fell on the stone steps.

In front of me was a wall blocking the courtyard, and you could walk to the end along the path. Zhou Xuanji saw a stone statue with two heads and eight arms, exaggerated muscles, and maintained a majestic posture of subduing demons. His eyes were lifelike.

The little supreme emerged from the sword and said in surprise: "Is it the legendary ancestor Buddha?"

Zhou Xuanji and Shen Nixing looked at him in surprise.

"How do you know?" Shen Nianxing asked with a frown.

The existence of the ancestor Buddha is not something that the little supreme can touch.

The little supreme sighed and said, "I heard it by chance. I guessed it casually, but I didn't expect that I guessed it right. I thought the ancestor Buddha was a legend and it really existed."

Shen Nixing smiled and didn't ask.

They walked to the temple gate, and Shen Nixing said, "Ancestral Buddha, you have heard it, why don't you open the door quickly!"

Her tone was careless and unceremonious.

It is obvious that she is very familiar with the ancestor Buddha.

A bang!

When the door opened, Zhou Xuanji looked at it carefully. The temple was dark and a light shone down, covering an old monk.

The old monk had a golden face, a vicissitudes of face, a dry and white beard on his mouth, and his body was a little thin, so his robe looked loose.

He slowly opened his eyes, and Zhou Xuanji and Xiaozun were shaken by the brilliance in his eyes and subconsciously closed their eyes.

"What's the matter?"

The ancestor Buddha asked indifferently, his eyes fell on Zhou Xuanji, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

Zhou Xuanji was so excited that he saw him that his heart was beating wildly, but he did not look at him, but pretended to be calm and looked at the ancestor Buddha.

Shen Nixing smiled and said, "I think you already understand, right?"

The ancestor Buddha looked at Zhou Xuanji and said, "Go ahead."

Zhou Xuanji took a step forward and was calm.

"It's very good. You should be a master of Kunlun Yuanting and have supreme luck. Your soul is still very young and has unlimited potential. Come in." Zu Buddha said with an expressionless face.

Zhou Xuanji hesitated for a moment and walked towards the temple.

Shen Nixing smiled and was a little proud.

The Little Supreme entered the Little Supreme Sword, and Zhou Xuanji threw the sword into the Supreme Stories.

After Zhou Xuanji stepped into the temple, the gate closed.

The surroundings became dark, and there was only the light on the body of the ancestor Buddha.

He saluted to the ancestor Buddha, waiting for the ancestor Buddha to speak.

The ancestor Buddha asked, "Do you want to learn the method of practice?"

Zhou Xuanji nodded.

"What kind of practice do you like?" asked the ancestor Buddha.

"Overwill and determined, move forward." Zhou Xuanji replied without hesitation.

Along the way, he has been fighting over the top.

He likes the domineering and powerful way of practicing.

The ancestor Buddha's face changed slightly and he asked, "What do you think of the Supreme Heaven?"

Zhou Xuanji immediately understood what he meant.

"I understand it very one-sidedly, I don't like it or hate it." Zhou Xuanji answered truthfully.

The Supreme Heaven is powerful and cruel.

He is strong and overwhelmed by cruelty.

"Sit down."

The ancestor Buddha said softly, and after he finished speaking, a cushion appeared in front of him.

Zhou Xuanji sat down, sat upright, waiting for the ancestor Buddha's next interrogation.

The ancestor Buddha spoke again, and Zhou Xuanji couldn't understand what he said.

It is an unknown language.

Zhou Xuanji's divine thoughts cannot guess what he means.

The ancestor Buddha is preaching!

Zhou Xuanji frowned. He couldn't even understand this language. How could he listen to the sermon?

The next second, he suddenly felt that the voice of the ancestor Buddha was mysterious, exuding a strange magic power.

Soon, he was immersed in it.

He did not use the exercises, he just listened attentively.

In the dark, he could feel what the ancestor Buddha was teaching him.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the voice of the ancestor Buddha began to impact his heart and his soul.

Outside the temple.

Shen Nianxing raised his eyebrows and murmured: "This old guy actually used his ancestral voice directly. It seems that he was attracted by Zhou Xuanji at a glance."

Her eyes flashed and her expression became complicated.

"Is he really the next Hongmengtian?"

...

In the bamboo forest, Xian Xianghua meditated on the huge rock, surrounded by clouds and mist, and her robe fluttered slightly.

A young man in white suddenly jogged over. He knelt in front of the huge rock and said excitedly: "Fairy, I have found you again. Can you teach me the skills?"

This young man in white is named Zhou Tianyuan, and he is the son of Zhou Cephala.

A month ago, he met Xian Xianghua by chance.

Xian Xianghua showed him his strength, which surprised him. In his opinion, this fairy girl was even more powerful than his father.

In order to prove himself to his father, he wanted to become a disciple of Xian Xianghua, but Xian Xianghua said that he was not sincere and did not impress her enough.

In this way, Zhou Tianyuan came to pay tribute to the immortals and flowers day after day.

Seeing his grandson's excited posture, Xian Xianghua had no expression on her face, but was laughing wildly in her heart.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Zhou Xuanji who was facing her youth.
Chapter completed!