Chapter 322 Bai Ze: Hou Tu, Have a Good Trip

Seven days later.

In Daoyantian, where Baichuan was the only one left, Baichuan sat up from the bed comfortably and stretched his body.

"I slept for three days, not bad."

After yawning, Baichuan stood up and used a dust-avoiding technique that was not needed at all, just as if he had finished "washing up".

Standing at the border of Daoyantian, Baichuan was stunned for a moment, and then sat on the void.

Here, the entire prehistoric world can be seen at a glance.

Through a layer of world "fetal membrane", you can see the most obvious, the pillar of heaven.

"Now, I can stand at this height."

The prehistoric world is very big, much bigger than the world in the "dream" before.

Solar system? 27,000 light years in diameter?

In the prehistoric world, it is not even as powerful as the magic of the Golden Immortal.

The Milky Way? 100,000 light years?

It is not even as powerful as the golden light of the earth.

The prehistoric world is too vast.

From weak mortals to saints who raise their hands to play the chaotic universe, it encompasses everything.

Honghuang, compared to the myths I know in my dreams, is much stronger.

The golden light that spans 300,000 miles in an instant, in the hands of Yuanshi who has not yet achieved the Tao, it spans 300,000 light years in an instant...

Of course, light years are just a counting unit, and Honghuang does not have the concept of light years, because the light in Honghuang is also different.

Honghuang may have changed because of his "incitement", and everything here is very different.

But Baichuan believes that even without himself, everything is different from what he once knew.

The loving Hongjun, the Holy Mother Nuwa, and Fuxi, who are extremely determined for the Tao in their hearts, he has no desire for the luck of the demon race, nor does he eat the soft rice of his "sister".

Taiqing is not truly inaction, and his potential heart is also very active.

Yuanshi Tongtian did not rely on the human race to achieve the Tao, nor did he get any luck from the human race. Brothers are friendly and respectful, and they care about each other.

Di Jun has a great personality charm, and he has never even thought of proving his truth with the luck of the demon clan.

Taiyi has a sense of pride in his heart, but this pride is the pride of looking down on the world without taking anything into consideration.

The Wu clan does not have any "establishing a clan" or "competing for luck", they just live a normal life.

Di Jiang has a sense of justice in his heart, and is determined to inherit Pangu's wishes.

And Hou Tu... Although she seemed to have been taking advantage in the past, when the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was taken out, what was the "little favor" she took?

Zhu Jiuyin... It's hard to evaluate, just like a fun person who traveled through time and space.

Hongyun is straightforward and honest, with a pure heart. He corrects his mistakes and accepts his punishments. Zhen Yuanzi has a "firmness" in his heart, and even has his own "strategy".

What puzzles Baichuan the most is Kunpeng.

This... seems to have been really touched.

As for Kunpeng, who is now devoted to the demon clan, do you think he can do the things like backstabbing Emperor Jun and plundering the River Map and Luoshu?

The two people in the West are not bad either. Although they are shameless, at least... they still have a conscience.

Compared with the evils of other powerful beings, keeping living creatures in captivity is really nothing.

Moreover, they provide them with good food and drink, and even teach them magic.

However, it is "imprisoning" others' freedom after all, so Baichuan also deliberately criticized them.

There is also a person who is the most incomprehensible, but very reasonable.

Dong Wanggong.

Let's not talk about it, he is a madman.

Baichuan's eyes are like a sea of ​​stars.

The next moment, as if a plan came to mind, he had an idea in his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

'Then, the next script will be in charge of me. '

Originally, Baichuan had no idea of ​​"arrangement" at all.

But my master said that as I have a deeper understanding of the way of heaven, I will understand more about the most important "true self".

It's okay to open a small privilege occasionally, after all, I have to remember my mission, everything is for the purpose of killing demons, everything is the prehistoric world.

After a simple "brainwashing" for himself, Baichuan stood up and headed towards the prehistoric world.

The first step is to start from the tunnel.

In the northwest of the prehistoric world, there is an endless sea of ​​blood.

"Hou Tu, have you really thought it through?"

"I have thought it through."

"Your choice... I can't say anything, but... I..."

"You will remember me, right?"

"... Definitely."

Bai Ze sighed heavily, and a dizzy feeling rushed up directly.

If possible, he really didn't want... Hou Tu to make such a big sacrifice.

In the future, I will never see her again?

There is no Hou Tu in the world anymore?

Bai Ze has a hope in his heart, a possibility of "reversal".

For some reason, his divine secret seemed to be blocked.

No matter how he calculated, even if he burned his blood, the result he got was only one: Hou Tu turned into reincarnation, and her body turned into the netherworld.

Whatever the eight trigrams, Ziwei Doushu, even if he abandoned everything and "examined" bit by bit, the result was the same.

My thoughts were influenced by others?

This kind of thing is definitely impossible.

No matter how big the prehistoric world is, there are definitely no more than ten people who can influence him without knowing it.

But none of these people can influence him! None!

Before a sad thing happens, you will be lucky and even let down your guard by the appearance in front of you.

But when this thing is really imminent, the thousands of reliefs in your heart can't resist this imbalance in your mentality.

Obviously... it's just the beginning.

Can't you suppress it even if you have a clear mind?

"Bai Ze, why is your hair white? Dyed?"

Gong Gong came up, stood beside Bai Ze, and put his arm around Bai Ze's shoulders. His strong body made Bai Ze look so thin.

Bai Ze was slightly startled and opened his eyes.

Hiss!

Gong Gong was scared.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ze asked in confusion.

"No, nothing." Gong Gong's mouth twitched.

Is Bai Ze unconscious?

From Gonggong's perspective, Bai Ze's black hair faded in an instant, and two drops of blood and tears flowed from his eyes that had just opened.

"Really?" Bai Ze shook his head, and then looked at Houtu.

Houtu turned her head and looked at Bai Ze. At this moment, a trace of mist appeared in her eyes.

"Ze, your eyes."

Bai Ze wiped them quickly, and filled his eyes with magic power, and regained clarity in a moment: "Sorry."

Bai Ze did not make up any clumsy lies.

He didn't even know this.

At this time, the eleven ancestor witches who came to see Houtu had been knocked unconscious by Dijiang, leaving only Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Gonggong, who was told the "truth" by Zhu Jiuyin.

Gonggong saw this scene and glared at Zhu Jiuyin fiercely.

Zhu Jiuyin smiled teasingly and rubbed his swollen left face. Don't ask, if you ask, it's because of a problem in practice, definitely not because of peeping time.

He silently took the photo ball to record.

I wanted to record a scene of Bai Ze collapsing and kneeling on the ground crying, but... it was a pity.

"No, it doesn't matter." Hou Tu stuttered:

"Then... I'll go."

As he said that, Hou Tu looked at the dead souls floating on the sea of ​​blood and gave himself a shot of cardiotonic.

Bai Ze suddenly felt hoarse, so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Countless words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit them out anyway.

Thousands of words, after a broken sound that everyone could hear clearly, turned into one sentence:

"Hou Tu, have a safe journey."

Hou Tu turned her head, a line of clear tears ran down her cheeks, and a crystal drop fell on the 'thick soil'.

In his eyes was Bai Ze with a curve at the corner of his mouth, just like when they met that year.

'Daoyou, fish is not eaten like this. '

'I have time now, no need to wait for an opportunity in the future, does Daoyou Bai Ze have a dojo? I will go to your temple and sit for a while. ’

‘Do you want to come to the witch tribe? ’

‘I am the witch who cares most about my image. ’

‘Bai Ze, eat this, Bai Ze, try this, you make it really delicious. ’

‘Fellow Daoist Hou Tu, this is too expensive. ’

‘Can you not practice today? ’

‘Fellow Daoist, I am really tired, is there any other way? ’

‘Fellow Daoist, how could I join the demon tribe? ’

‘Hou Tu, why don’t we go to the west together? ’

‘Achuan, what is the price? ’

‘Hou Tu, have a good trip. ’

“Bai Ze, have a smooth journey.”

Zhu Jiuyin: “Ahem…”