The two gods stood far away and looked carefully at the golden figure who was stopping in front of the temple gate.

When the other party walked down from the altar and took off a dazzling golden flame, they could see the outline of each other's figure. There were the horns of wooden branches growing on their heads, and flowers hanging on them. He was wearing a wide feathered dress and hung his slender tail. His face, which finally looked back, seemed to be covered with a red copper mask.

They thought each other had disappeared like this, but the figure stopped in front of the courtyard and looked back at the giant tree in the center of the courtyard.

"He came toward this side." The gray fox said tremblingly, "What exactly does he want to do?"

"Have you discovered that this creature is not excluded here. Maybe he once belonged to this place like us."

"Impossible! If this is true, how could we have never seen him before? He is not one of the gods!" The gray fox lowered his voice.

"What before the gods? And after the gods?" The yellow fox's voice was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, and it showed his thoughts.

It continued: "Do you still remember the strange feelings we had before? That feeling reached its peak when this creature appeared, like piercing a barrier. I think we must have known something that we didn't know at that time, but now if you think about it carefully, we have returned to the origin and have no idea."

The gray fox shook his head and pointed quietly at the gate of the courtyard, "The creature disappeared."

In the Zhuhong Temple, the ancient trees swayed, and there was no one in the door.

The moment the figure disappeared, the memory of Li Xi'an receded like a tide, and a dazed look appeared on their faces. On the beach after the tide receded, all unreasonable pasts gathered like fine sand, and in the end there was no trace of modification.

The yellow fox looked over and looked at his companion again, "Who? Who disappeared?"

The gray fox was stunned and found that he didn't know who he was referring to as "that creature".

The two gods could not see a faint golden line beside them at this moment, and the broken golden line fell gently on the ground, and the flames covered the long line and burned it to death.

The cause and effect of the God's messenger was completely broken from Li Xi'an.

Even if Li Xi'an stood there, they could not detect his existence. It was not only because of the decisiveness between them, but also because of Li Xi'an's protection of the world and this temple.

The cause and effect he carries is too great. Now the more Jiuzhou has nothing to do with him, the safer it is. He is very satisfied to be able to call back to see the world at a glance.

But he hasn't disappeared here yet.

As the core of this ancient temple, there is another line that is connected to Li Xi'an. This line is not a thin line, but a chain, and it is hard to burn with golden flames on it.

This tree allows Li Xi'an to stop here.

The branches roar in the wind, and the leaves sway as if calling.

Li Xi'an walked towards the ancient trees in the center of the courtyard. The wind was flowing between the branches and leaves. The red ribbons of the crown of the black star were flying in the wind, embroidered with fine golden seal script. It was the wish that Li Xi'an made and written with the gods as sacrifices.

The two envoys stood in front of the tree, not realizing that Li Xi'an was walking past them.

But that wish was not activated because the cost was too high, and the gods were not enough. He still needed to wait for the return of the Five Emperors. When the filthy riot and the sky collapsed, he had already abandoned that wish.

The red ribbon slowly fell, falling into Li Xi'an's hands.

He looked down and saw that the seal script had faded and was dull.

As Li Xi'an's spirit was covered, new seal script appeared on the red silk. Although he could not get the wish he had made, he had the opportunity to make a new choice.

A nearly omnipotent power over Li Xi'an, and even helped Li Xi'an remove his throne from his throne and withdraw from his throne. Li Xi'an did not expect that the "wish" could reach this level and let the throne remove his throne from his throne. It was unheard of.

The voice in my heart is longing, and it seems that just a slight thought can be used to guide the temple to remove this position, withdraw from the feathering, and re-enter your own path of cultivation.

This position is not from practice, nor is it illuminated by oneself. Holding the position of honor is like a mountain pressing on the shoulders, every inch of his body is wailing under tremendous pressure. Li Xi'an understands the despair of the transmigrant, because no matter how compatible he is with this position and how outstanding and powerful his strength is, this position will never belong to him.

Always carry something outside.

A sense of fatigue attacked Li Xi'an at all times, but he could not put down this throne unless he died.

Now the opportunity is in front of him.

Let go of your honor and practice again.

His future does not belong to feathering.

Li Xi'an lowered his head and stared at the red silk, and the branches of the ancient wood extended silently above his head, covering him.

There are voices singing in the dark universe, singing prayers that belong to this temple alone.

His wishes are manifested here.

The entire temple glowed, and the gods were stunned. They turned into their original appearance under the light, becoming two fox stone statues. The immortals on the sky stairs raised their heads, and their eyes could not hide their shock.

The universe shook, and the spirit of the silent and illuminated level burst out with Jiuzhou as the center. In the dark outside the universe, the tall ones lowered their eyes.

"It's actually Kyushu."

"A land of resurrection."

"Cross."

"Forget it, think about who this spirit belongs to?"

The Supremes whispered, looking at the center of the light full of fear.

They did not move, they just watched quietly.

This altar is more mysterious and powerful than imagined, as if nothing is impossible to achieve in front of the altar.

Li Xi'an stood under the rays of light.

The throne of time becomes the key to tweaking this altar, biting and turning each other.

Seeking a miracle.

"I want Jiuzhou to rise again and point out that road!" The eagle said incredibly calmly and solemnly.

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In the world, Zhuanxu stood up.

The earth veins of China are changing, and even the ancient mountains that have not changed since time immemorial are twisting and shrinking.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The earth cracks and closes, and the shattered land in the collision is suspended and wrapped in light. The moon-white water flows rise from the bodies of the spirits to protect them from disasters.

Shenzhou is reorganizing.

A world appeared again at the end of the world. The world that Baidi Shaohao had arrived but could not enter appeared in the west of Shenzhou at this moment. Worlds emerged one by one, and four big worlds collided together and were broken and spliced ​​together.

The gods that exist in the world lit up and rose to the sky.

Zhuanxu's body is also glowing.

There is a position above the sky that echoes him.

The world began to reject him.

He looked at the worlds that suddenly appeared and found that there were creatures similar to him standing in those worlds, a king, a shaved man in a long dress, and a giant beast. They looked at each other from afar, and the law echoed invisibly.

The great way rises and disappears.

"Tianyang." said the king.

"Great Wilderness." said the giant beast.

"Taixu." said the shaved man.

Inexplicably, Zhuanxu knew that what they said was not the name of the world today, but the corresponding ancient and primitive names.

So Zhuanxu responded: "Jiuzhou."

When the world changes stopped and the dust settled, the people checked around and found that it was no different from before. Only the fishermen living by the sea keenly discovered that the place where the sea and sky intersected seemed to have an arc.

Heaven and earth are separated, and gods and men are separated.

There was no time to say goodbye to many things.

Zhuanxu stepped onto the heavenly stairs and once again came to the end of the sky.

He knew there would be a temple here, but when he arrived, there would be nothing at the end of the sky. The vast space, which was called the heavenly rank in the past, became the heavenly realm, and the immortals called him the Emperor of Heaven, as if everything should have been like this.

Zhuanxu stood on the jade steps and was stunned for a long time.
Chapter completed!