"Where have you seen her?"

Ouyang Jing was thinking in a daze, but in his dream, he was confused and could not remember it for a moment.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly saw where the carriage passed, the gods made way, bowed to the carriage, and greeted with a smile: "Wang Shu Xingjun..."

Wangshu Xingjun? Who is this?

Ouyang Jing thought about it, and finally a flash of inspiration. Wang Shu Xingjun... isn't he the moon god in ancient mythology?

Chang'e is not the moon god. She just took the immortal medicine and couldn't help but fly to the fairy above the moon palace.

The real moon god is Wangshu. According to legend, when day and night alternate, Goddess Wangshu controls the moon, making the moon rise in the night sky and walk on the night sky.

It turned out that the woman in white on the carriage was actually the moon god Wangshu.

"You can actually see Wangshu Xingjun... am I really dreaming?"

Ouyang Jing was confused, and suddenly there was a flash of inspiration, remembering where he had seen the Wangshu Xingjun.

The white clothes are as white as snow, and the gorgeous Wangshu Xingjun is the corpse of the white clothes that has died for countless years in Wuzhuang Temple?

In this way, isn’t that broken star the moon controlled by Wangshu Xingjun?

"But why do you dream of Wangshu Xingjun? Even because I have seen her and left a deep impression, I saw her in my dream. But to be honest, the Wangshu Xingjun I saw is dead. Even if I dreamed, I should dream of the divine corpse. How could I dream of the living Wangshu Xingjun, dreaming of this fairy-like palace, dreaming of so many powerful gods?"

Ouyang Jing finds it difficult to understand.

When he was confused, a wave that caused the heaven and earth to shake suddenly came from above the nine heavens. The gods who were greeting Wangshu Xingjun raised their heads and looked up at the sky in surprise. Wangshu Xingjun also raised their beautiful eyes as bright as the moon and looked up.

Ouyang Jing also changed his perspective and looked at the azure sky that was unknown height.

Then he saw a sword.

A giant sword that was thousands of miles long, was pitch black all over, and emitted a huge demonic flame.

The giant sword split the sky and slashed a crack of unknown length and width from the nine heavens. After the crack, it was pitch black and rolling black mist, which surged out of the cracks, instantly rendering half of the sky into ink.

Then, countless strange and ferocious giant ships roared out from the black fog and rushed down from the sky.

"Enemy attack!"

There is a god whistling.

In an instant, all the gods and men showed off magic weapons and weapons that were emitting surging waves.

Before they took action, a huge golden Buddha suddenly rose up from the western sky, and only one face covered one tenth of the sky.

"Go back!"
Chapter completed!