Chapter 653: Prophet’s Temple and Zhu Bajie
There is a person sitting in the room. He is nine feet tall and has a fat body. He has pig ears and a pig nose. His chest is covered with hair that protects his heart. He has big yellow teeth that protrude from his face and have not been brushed for an unknown amount of time. , with a nine-tooth rake beside it.
The key point is that although this person's aura is not obvious, it seems to be more majestic than the witch, as if he can make the world collapse with a wave of his hand.
The realm of Hunyuanxu or above!
Like... Zhu Bajie!
How does it feel to have a wild "Zhu Bajie" sitting not far from you?
The key point is that the "Zhu Bajie" is staring at a pair of big scarlet eyes, full of extreme murderous intent, and there is a sinister sneer on the pig's face.
This is scary!
After experiencing many years of ups and downs, Xin Zhuo has fully understood what it means to be slapped to death by a high-level person!
So, he turned around and left without hesitation.
However, just as he was about to get away from the floating island, his body was suddenly locked. The sky above his head was full of rakes, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body.
The pig-headed man stood high in the air, dancing with a rake in his hand to create a pickled illusion. Even if he destroyed the capital of the Zhou Dynasty with a rake, no one would be suspicious!
Xin Zhuo subconsciously tried to use his escape technique, but found that it failed!
“With the soul locked in the body, the journey of three thousand miles, rapid changes, killing hundreds of millions of people!”——
The ability of Hunyuanxu Dzogchen, and even higher realms!
Seeing that the rake shadow was about to be photographed, he shouted almost subconsciously: "Second senior brother, wait a minute, it's me!"
The pig-headed man was stunned, paused for a moment with the rake in his hand, looked uncertain, and then exhaled. With a loud voice, the old man asked weakly: "What second senior brother? Who is your second senior brother?"
Xin Zhuo ignored him and ducked to the pig pen, "Choke Lang" drew out the Tianwu Sword and pointed at a group of pigs: " I have no intention of breaking into the senior's residence, so how about leaving now?"
The pigs around him are all clean and beautiful, and they are wearing strange clothes. This guy has a pig head, so Xin Zhuo thinks that he can try to intimidate him.
The man's round eyes looked at Xin Zhuo's sword, and then at the pig. He was furious at first, and then frightened. He suddenly fell to the ground, threw away the rake, and knelt down in despair: "Go away! Don't hurt me. Baby! ”
This is okay...
Xin Zhuo tried to use his mental technique, but the "lock" had disappeared. His figure immediately flickered and turned into dozens of horse shadows, running into the distance.
It wasn’t until he was three or five miles away from the floating island that he looked back and couldn’t help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
This ghost place is very weird. The environment changes every three months. The true energy and spiritual energy are full and depleted at the same time, but there is such a master.
Are these people the masters who will appear one after another in the future after the immortal rules of heaven are completely dissipated, or are they the aboriginal people living here?
Is it just this pig-headed man, or are there more masters?
If masters of the Five Declines of Heaven, Human, Yuanji and even the Holy Realm exist, then this place will be a dangerous place!
He looked at the densely packed floating islands around him, couldn't help but be extremely cautious, and walked away,
"That idiot was just scared!"
At this moment, a mellow baritone voice suddenly sounded in my ears, with sincerity and sincerity.
Xin Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. He turned around and saw an empty space around him. Suddenly, a strong man with a big belly and a square face appeared with his hair combed meticulously and a small temple carving tied to his head.
This square face is well-proportioned and stylish, with no curvature at all. It is the kind of face shape that, if you look at it for a long time, you will find that you are completely handsome.
The key point is that his face is full of sincerity, and his aura is secretive. He can't see clearly, and he doesn't know what state he is in.
Seeing Xin Zhuo's silence, the square-faced man said again: "You can't use force easily here, you can only play tricks. Although the emperor's charm has gone away for thousands of years, you can still not desecrate it. At most, you can kill people with brute force. !”
Xin Zhuo was still silent.
The square-faced man approached and blinked: "Stop pretending, I know it's you!"
Xin Zhuo said in surprise: "Do you know me?"
The man said solemnly: "Then Years...I can’t remember tens of thousands of years ago. In the later years of Emperor Zhutian, before his death, Emperor Yaochi was still in Huangji Hedao. You and I went to the Hall of the Immortal King Jiushan Haisiqing to peek at the fairies taking a bath... ..."
As he said that, he looked at Xin Zhuo's look like an idiot, paused, thought for a moment, backed away, and said angrily: "What kind of look do you have? Isn't it you? Could it be... the reincarnation of Qinghuang? You bastard, I definitely didn't steal your Nine Secrets Coffin!"
"Okay!" Xin Zhuo nodded perfunctorily and asked: " Excuse me, where can I get out?”
"Uh... go out?"
The man with the square face breathed a sigh of relief and held his chin, "We have ten years to wait for the tide of the extreme! But, why are you going out? This is a wonderful place, why not come together? Wouldn't it be nice to stay in seclusion here for three to five hundred years? You and I will be arbitrary for eternity! ""Goodbye!"
Xin Zhuo turned and left, heading straight to an empty place. , while flying by, I thought about it for a moment. This voice is very familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere.
I turned my head sharply and found that the square-faced man had already caught up with me.
Subconsciously asked: "The Temple of the Prophet?"
The man smiled awkwardly: "It's me, it's me, I'm here to be the prophet!"
Lower his voice: "Don't go, you've made me confused. Now, we understand that people don’t talk nonsense, I smell your breath, tell the truth, are you the Dog King or the Qing King? The domains overlap and everything starts over again. Countless old things are born. It’s scary. We can join forces and I will lead you to rule for eternity.”
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and tried. Said: "Don't worry about who I am. We haven't seen each other for a long time. You have to give me a meeting gift, right?"
"Yes!"
The square-faced man took out a piece of dry meat from his arms and whispered: "In this damn place, you can only eat some fruits and herbs. Come on, I'll treat you to it." Meat!"
Xin Zhuo had reason to suspect that this piece of meat was different. Just as he was about to take it, a figure quickly came over from a distance and cursed: "You son of a bitch, Prophet Gou, you only survived three martial arts. In the prosperous age, Hunyuanxu was only perfect. He was bragging to people all day long, saying that he could be arbitrary for eternity. What kind of emperor or saint was he? You dare to eat my child, you will die!”
It’s that pig-headed man!
When the square-faced man saw it, he couldn't help but cursed back: "Grandma Zhu Wue, you are only the weakest among heavenly beings. How can you hide the stench all over your body by pretending to be a pig's head? I'm afraid others don't know. Are you from a pig-raising family? And who is your son?
In the past, I was afraid of you, but things are different now. Do you know who is next to me? Either the Dog King or the Green King, what is that..."
As he said that, he turned to look at Xin Zhuo and found that there was nothing around him, and the flesh on his hands was gone.
He was stunned for a moment: "He is a very particular person! "
......
Xin Zhuo flew between the islands with a cold face, and there was indeed more than one person here.
Even if you want to practice, you have to find a remote place where no one knows about it.
Unfortunately, Wangyuejing has no use here!
Looking at the dried meat on his hand and taking a bite, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
It’s surprisingly delicious, and it’s filled with majestic and pure energy!
One bite is worth a day of hard work!
After swallowing it three times, five times and two times, and using my mental skills to heal the injury, I actually recovered a little.
Looking around subconsciously, there are such pigs on many larger islands. Can I kill a few of them and eat them?
But beware of the pig-headed man. Even if he is unable to use force as the "Prophet Temple" said, the pig-headed man's physical strength is still enough to kill people in the Five Decline Stages of Heaven and Human.
……
Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.
The witch didn't come after her again, and the "Prophet Temple" and the pig-headed man didn't appear either.
Xin Zhuo had already wandered for hundreds of miles among the intricate floating islands. On the way, he vaguely noticed that there seemed to be people on several large floating islands, so he had to stay away from them.
On the road during the day, we hide in the grass at night to avoid the cold.
After three days of recovery and medical skills, the injury has basically healed, but it will take some time to return to his peak.
But these days, just as the witch and the prophet Gou said, the tide does not come, there is no possibility of leaving, and there is even no appearance of any exit.
He had to find a way to settle down temporarily.
At this moment, we flew over to a floating island with a radius of two to three miles. After several days of observation, there was no one here.
Moreover, the whole body is covered with a large number of Wu Yun stones, and there are many spiritual fruits, Polygonatum odorifera, soil fruits, and even some strange grasshopper-like insects growing on them, so there is no problem in eating them.
He decided to build a house here and live temporarily.
(End of this chapter)