In a valley in Wuyi Mountain, there was a small breeze, insects and birds singing. A small blue snake swam out of the grass. Before she could check the surroundings, she was pinched seven inches by a crystal-like jade hand and stuffed it into a navy gourd.

"The Wuyi Mountain in this world is different. There are snakes with real dragon bloodlines. Well, it must be very powerful to use them to make wine."

Chu Feng was wearing a black and white Taoist robe and holding a gourd, with a smile on his face.

Half a day has passed since he fought over Xiqi. He was fighting with the old golden immortal for the first time. Chu Feng felt from the bottom of his heart how powerful the other party was.

He is worthy of being a person who has practiced for millions of years.

I remember reading a sentence there, giving a pig millions of years, he can also cultivate a myth.

This is true. If it weren’t for the fact that if I hadn’t been taking top-level elixirs to supplement on weekdays, Chu Feng felt that he might not have been able to escape unscathed.

To be honest, if your cultivation reaches the level of Golden Immortal, the effect of the elixir is no longer great, otherwise Chu Feng would not have taken so many medicines and would have stayed at the level of Golden Immortal for so long.

"Master, how do you think of this white snake? She also has the bloodline of the real dragon."

A piece of grass was opened, Nezha, who was wearing only a bellyband, was naked, and happily carried the snake that was obviously albino.

"Snakes with albinism, forget it, let's release them."

Chu Feng subconsciously thought of Bai Suzhen. Although she was not a practitioner in this place, it was hard to guarantee that she had been here.

If Bai Suzhen is drunk by Master Chu in the future, wouldn’t Xu Xian become a single dog?

Nezha said, obediently letting go of the white snake, staring at the wandering snake for a while, Nezha turned his head and asked in confusion: "Master, why do many snakes here have the bloodline of real dragons? Are snakes and dragons two races?"

"Don't ask this question, kids"

Chu Feng was sweating wildly in his heart. He couldn't tell Nezha who was less than one year old that dragons were lustful, so what, dragon horses, cats, black trunks, and dragons, all of which were indescribable.

"By the way, Master, the second master has been sitting there for almost three hours, without saying a word."

Nezha suddenly said with his head tilted.

Since evacuating from Xiqi and coming to Wuyi Mountain half a day ago, Shen Gongbao was stunned and sat there without paying attention to anyone.

"Go and have a look"

Chu Feng teleported directly.

Shen Gongbao, who was sitting under a century-old tree, saw Chu Feng appear, and his numb expression turned into unpredictable grief and anger.

"Brother Dao, Brother Nanji just said that the master wanted to expel me from the Academic Sect. It was obviously the master who asked me to do this. How could it be mine? What did they regard me as an abandoned child?"

Chu Feng walked over and sat down next to Shen Gongbao.

"Two possibilities, one is that the Antarctic Immortal Weng knows the truth. Judging from the previous arrangement, you are a scum of the Antarctic Sect. The Antarctic Immortal Weng, who is as clear as water, will naturally not join you in the process of joining you; the other possibility is also the worst. The previous event of the Three Sects of the Yuxu Palace was erased by the two saints using methods against the heavens. Now we are the only one who knows the matter of the Conquest of the Gods."

Hearing Chu Feng's analysis, especially the second analysis, Shen Gongbao looked unbelievable.

"In order to enthrone the Gods, they actually did such a thing. Isn't this equivalent to pushing us into the fire pit?"

Chu Feng sneered, what is this? The saints are not dead, and the thieves are not the only ones. These saints are not the existence that regards sentient beings as straw dogs.

In order to avoid super disasters that threaten them, let alone erase most of the memories and push two people into the fire pit, they can even kill everyone and create a new world.

"You are fine. You are a disciple of the Taiqing Saint. He has few disciples. He will definitely come back to save you at a critical moment. I will be miserable. I will not be loved by the master in Kunlun. This time I become an abandoned son, and it will definitely be a terrible ending."

Shen Gongbao looked depressed.

At that time, he was in his prime and was full of energy. At that time, he thought he was worshipping the saint whom countless people could not find it. He jumped into the dragon gate in one step. Unexpectedly, decades passed and this ended.

If I had known this, it would be better to practice hard in a beautiful mountain and scenic spot.

"You are wrong. Among the three saints, the most ruthless one is my cheap master, Taiqing saint, Taishang Forgetful, not just talk, otherwise why do you think he has so few disciples; secondly, your master, who will protect those who value you, such as the Twelve Golden Immortals, who do not value you, then hehe. Finally, although Tongtian Sect Master, although he participated in the God-Devouring Plan, he is a person of temperament and will not sit idly by and watch his disciple die on a large scale, and he will definitely take action at that time. Alas, a saint war is inevitable."

Chu Feng's eyes were deeply inferring future events.

Well, it is inferred that compared to Shen Gongbao, this is something that will definitely happen.

The Conquest of God has not officially begun yet, and everything seems calm. Who would have thought that in a few years, not only will a large number of immortal cultivators fall and become slaves to the heavenly court, but the high-ranking saint Tongtian Sect Master will also be defeated and imprisoned. (Except those who hear and do not listen to the heavenly court, they are not true spirits on the list, and they will not be birds when they want to do so.)

Shen Gongbao looked at Chu Feng in disbelief.

"Whatever you say, the saints will also participate in the war. It's impossible. Since the prehistoric times, the saints, especially the Three Pure Land, have never had any conflicts."

Chu Feng, who was about to talk about it, suddenly felt a palpitation, suspected that a saint was peeping here, coughing a few times, and then didn't say anything more.

After a while, Shen Gongbao looked at the sky and said to himself: "What should I do in the future? Should I go all the way to the darkness on the road to abandon my son? I am unwilling to accept it."

Chu Feng didn't speak this time. Under the control of the saint, he, a person from another world, could only play, let alone Shen Gongbao, who was destined to be tragic.

At some point, in the evening, the glow from the west covered Wuyi Mountain surrounded by thin mist, as if it was covered with a layer of golden coat on the entire mountain.

Nezha, who was chasing a sika deer, ran over like a wind, and soon after, he turned back, but he was chasing a ferocious saber-toothed tiger.

Chu Feng remained motionless and admired everything in front of him.

The night fell quietly, leaving a sigh alone.

I don’t know if it was sent by Chu Feng or Shen Gongbao.

...

In the spring of March, Chaoge City is a bit chilly at night. When the night patrols, every time the guest hits the gong, he tightens the air-exposed cuffs.

The highest point in the city, the Lutai, which took half a year to build, looked down at the entire Chaoge City like a giant beast in the dark.

The updater looked towards Lutai, smiled bitterly, and walked away while touching his shriveled belly.

Suddenly, like a silver bottle breaking and water bursting, the quiet night was illuminated by torches on the deer platform.
Chapter completed!