Chapter 220 Fairy Qiongxiao
Hum——
Moo—
The voice of the Dao permeated the heaven and the earth, and the huge phantom of the goddess stood between the sky and the earth, overlooking all living beings and looking up at the sky.
The pose of a saint!
Show it to the world now!
That kind of beauty can't be expressed in words, that kind of majesty that dare not look directly at it, the clouds and hair, the plumage and body, the Taoist rhyme is mysterious, and the aura is myriad.
The saint Nuwa suddenly appeared in the world, and all the three thousand generations in the prehistoric world felt the anger of the saint. Countless creatures all fell to the ground, and countless monks were trembling at this moment!
In the heavenly court, the Jade Emperor was furious, and ordered thousands of heavenly generals to investigate who dared to offend the Holy Mother of the Human Race and the saints of heaven and earth, and the heavenly court would punish them severely;
On a majestic mountain filled with golden light in Xiniu Hezhou, the old man sitting next to the lotus pond smiled lightly, and one of the slightly younger old men sighed softly and said:
"The Daoist sect has been prosperous for so long, and it's finally time for me to appear on the stage. Brother, I'll make some more arrangements."
Another gray-haired old man in a sack robe, but with a bit of elegance and calmness shook his head and said, "No, it's too hasty."
"Senior brother, if we don't fight with them, how can we fight against the Sanqing that was transformed from one breath?"
"If we fight with them, all the hard work of these Yuanhui will be in vain."
The two masters spoke one word at a time, and their words were slightly biased, and they began to talk about Taoism and rhyme.
Blossoming golden lotus flowers floated out of the lotus pond, and the two discussed the Tao, but they gave endless benefits to other cultivators on this mountain.
The cultivating figures all over the mountain did not dare to take the golden lotus, but only because the lotus fell on themselves, they bowed in the direction of the lotus pond and saluted, and then quickly meditated to realize it.
In Nanbuzhou, Jieyun has merged into the earth. Although few people in the world can perceive the power of the saint, they all feel that the sky is much lower and the air seems to be much more stuffy.
On Kunlun Mountain, in the solemn and elegant Yuxu Palace, dozens of Taoist priests sat cross-legged, listening to the wonderful Taoism, each of them understood something, and turned a blind eye to the majesty of the saint appearing between heaven and earth.
On Jinao Island, in the spiritual and clear Biyou Palace, more than a hundred disciples of saints were drinking and having fun, the phantom on the high seat looked at the bustling scene below with a smile, and shook his head slightly.
Da Chitian, in the small gymnasium in the Dao Realm, the Great Master Xuandu couldn't sit still anymore, as if a boil had grown on the futon under his buttocks, and he kept moving there.
The Tai Chi diagram under the seat rotated slightly, and the old man opened his eyes slightly, with a little thought in his eyes.
After a while, the old man waved out a divine light, and the divine light disappeared, as if absorbed and assimilated by the heaven and the earth, but the virtual image of Nuwa under the rage gradually began to calm down.
Beiju Luzhou, on the short hill outside Xuanyuan Tomb.
Daoist Yuding, who has been hiding his figure all this time, opened his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through all illusions, and looked at the phantom between heaven and earth for a moment.
Afterwards, Master Yuding just slowly closed his eyes, didn't say anything or do anything, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The three figures who had just rushed into Miasma Lake suddenly stopped, and each of them changed their expressions and looked to the south.
Needless to say, when the dao rhyme carrying the wrath of a saint swept across the world, the three ancestors of the monster clan immediately stopped their movements, and exited the miasma lake in a little panic, feeling the saint's dao rhyme.
The three patriarchs looked at each other, they didn't know what was going on, why the sage empress was so angry.
When the saint was angry, the world was turned upside down. If the saint fought, the destruction of the prehistoric world would not be a problem!
In the depths of Miasma Mie Lake, the girl in yellow also stopped, blinking her bright eyes, not knowing what happened.
"Why is Nuwa so angry? Who offended her?"
The girl in yellow muttered something, and Yang Jian also felt the charm of the saint's way in the gourd. Apart from being frightened, his mind was inexplicably agitated.
This is the saint!
It is not a legend of the past, not a myth of later generations, but a real saint who is immortal and indestructible!
If only he could be outside the gourd at this time, it would be great if he could be outside Xuanyuan Tomb! You can look up at the majesty of the saint by looking up, which is an excellent tempering for the Taoist heart!
Wait a minute, Nuwa... Nuwa's wrath?
Yang Jian stared, sat silently at the bottom of the gourd, and then slapped his forehead.
It's so deadly, how come the conferring of gods started now? I haven't had time to find out whether it's manipulating behind the scenes, but it's just like this...it started.
Forget it, now that I am in prison, I just need to think about ways to get out, and there is nothing I can do when I get out.
"Senior, let's discuss it, how about letting me go out to see the excitement?"
The senior in Yang Jian's mouth snorted and muttered: "Those three old demons are still waiting there, it doesn't matter if you come out, I don't want to protect you any more. Your master really doesn't know good people!"
Why did you get involved with your master again?
Could it be that this female senior and her master have some ancient, ancient times, where the master failed the beauty in the end?
Yang Jian made up a record of love, hatred and hatred in the wilderness, then shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips.
The dao rhyme is gradually fading away. In fact, the saint's dao rhyme appeared only a few moments before and after. It's just that all living beings can't bear the pressure of the saint, and they feel that time is going too slowly.
Yang Jian thought about who calmed down the wrath of Nuwa, but the girl in yellow sighed, seeming quite disappointed.
"I thought there was a good show to watch, but in the end I was so restrained."
Yang Jian:……
Well, this is still the Lord who fears the world will not be chaotic.
Except for a few top powers, and Yang Jian, who has a prophetic vision and probably knows what is going on, no one knows who made Nuwa Empress angry.
It is because of the few words of the old man in the Great Red Heaven Taoist Temple that the Nuwa saint can hold back his anger; as for the content of those words, no one else can know.
After a while, the virtual image of the goddess between heaven and earth turned into clouds and mist, condensed on Nanzhou, and a heavy rain fell.
Among the thousands of iron cavalry galloping across the land of Nanzhou, the fierce emperor laughed in the rain. All the cavalry guarded all the civil and military officials and headed towards the prosperous city of Nanzhou.
It's just that no one with great supernatural powers has noticed that the smile of the emperor on earth seems to be full of various deep meanings.
Even if the civil servants and military generals of the Manchu Dynasty can understand King Zhou's smile at this time, how many people are there?
...
The prestige of the saint came and went quickly, but within half a day, rumors of the prehistoric world had already spread.
The emperor of the secular dynasty of the human race—many monks are used to calling him the co-lord, when he visited the Nuwa Palace, he saw the statue of the Nuwa god as pure and clean as heaven, and he even mentioned a poem with quite explicit words, which blasphemed the saint.
The nuwa sage who was a guest in Huoyun Cave returned to the dojo, and felt a sense in his heart. How could he not be angry when he saw the poems written on the powder wall?
Empress Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Creation of the human race, and the emperor of the human race actually made molesting words, really impatient.
When the saint got angry, he immediately wanted to lay down millions of corpses and wash Chaoge City with blood; but the way of heaven blocked it, and Empress Nuwa saw at a glance that King Zhou and Emperor Xin still had 28 years of unresolved fate, which was related to the catastrophe to come, so she had to endure it temporarily and did not kill this ignorant emperor.
Of course, this is just a relatively 'official' rhetoric, and the deep meaning in it should not be expressed too much, so as not to be angered by the saint.
Yang Jian thought about it many times, where he should be and what he should do when the Great Tribulation of Conferred Gods kicks off.
He even thought that if King Zhou wasn't so unreasonable, he could also mention a few words to King Zhou, and make a mess of God's arrangement;
I also thought about whether it is possible to gain some benefits by establishing a relationship with the sage when Empress Nuwa appeared in a rage;
What's more, Yang Jian always felt that he would stay with his mother and younger sister, enjoying the family happiness before the catastrophe came...
But he never expected it!
When the catastrophe of Conferred God came, he was actually trapped in the gourd by himself, and fell into the hands of an enemy who obviously had some old grudges with Chanjiao!
Who is it to reason with?
Yang Jian sighed a few times in his heart. He was still sitting on the Diaoyutai, but now he also wanted to go out as soon as possible, get the Remains of the Black Turtle earlier, improve his strength earlier, and go to Fengshen earlier to make some arrangements.
"This senior...cough, Fairy, can you let me go out and meet?"
"Yo," the girl in yellow chuckled, and asked a little teasingly, "Did you come up with it? You actually called me a fairy. You've messed up your seniority and lost your etiquette."
Yang Jian was stunned and had nothing to say. He coughed twice and said with a sneer: "Listening to the voice of the fairy, it is definitely not the person with a wrinkled face. Naturally, it is necessary to call the fairy to show respect."
"Sweet words, stay inside, those three old demons haven't left yet."
"Where is the fairy taking me?"
"Don't you want to take the legacy of the mysterious turtle?" The girl in yellow snorted, "The treasure that our three sisters tried so hard to take away back then, I want to see it today, why do you have to go!"
Yang Jian was silent, thinking about it in his mind, but became quiet, waiting for the girl in yellow to greet him.
About an hour later, the three ancestors of the demon clan who were guarding the Mimi Lake left in a hurry. The girl in yellow was a little confused, so she just pinched her waist and cursed: "These three old demons are really cowardly. They didn't dare to come in to investigate, so they just left in such a disgraceful way!"
Yang Jian heard the words, but he understood in his heart that it must be the Nuwa Empress who raised the demon banner, and the group of demons had to go to the Nuwa Palace to pay their respects.
Presumably, Daji and Xi Meier, the remaining two monsters in Xuanyuan's tomb, had already left for Nuwa Empress, so there was no chance of 'killing them easily'.
Messed up, messed up, all messed up.
Yang Jian was feeling overwhelmed, but heard a sentence from outside the gourd: "Since they are all gone, I will give you a chance. Your intelligence is praised by my sister, but I think you are an idiot. If you can guess who I am, I will let you go."
"Fairy is embarrassing this junior."
Yang Jian sighed, and the girl in yellow just snorted triumphantly, but Yang Jian added another sentence.
"The fairy must be a member of the Daoist sect, most of whom come from Jiejiao, and are of the same generation as my teacher. The ancestors who can intimidate the three quasi-sages of the demon race are definitely not ordinary unknown people."
The girl in yellow listened quietly. After Yang Jian said so much, could he guess who she was?
Even if the guess is correct, it is still a blind cat meeting a dead mouse!
Yang Jian was indeed thinking quickly at this moment, integrating these information, and finally locked his target on several powerful fairies who had stopped teaching.
Sanxiao, Our Lady of Golden Spirit, Our Lady of Wudang, Our Lady of Turtle Spirit.
Among them, the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit is the most likely, because this place is the resting place of the black turtle, and there may be something useful to her sealed up.
But the fairy mentioned "sister" twice again, and when she threatened the power of the monster clan before, she was also fierce and frightening.
"Could it be... the famous Fairy of Sanxian Island?"
Yang Jian heard from his master that among the three Xiaos, Yun Xiao is gentle, prudent, youthful, Qiong Xiao is eccentric and acts strangely, while Bi Xiao is smart and strategic.
The woman in yellow opened her mouth and did not slow down, Yang Jian said again: "But, Uncle Qiong Xiao?"
there is another chapter later