The god of the palm lamp stands proudly in front of the tree, holding the lamp, the light shines all over the worlds of the ten directions, lighting up the gloom and darkness around the ancient tree of Fusang, like the mother and good god who guides the wanderer to return home when the end comes, quietly waiting for the attack of Shaoxuan and Xi'e, where there is fire, you can see the ashes scattered and falling, I don't know where it comes from.

Although he is an immortal who has attained the Tao in ancient times, he has made progress after serving his mother, and he is only a stone's throw away from creation, but he wakes up in advance and is no longer at his peak after all, in the face of the siege of the two legendary powers, in the face of the overlord sword and the boat of doom, even if he is confident in what he says, he still does not dare to slack off and relax, gives up the initiative to attack, and guards the "Ten Directions Wanderer Glass Realm" laid before, so as to eliminate the hidden danger of the old mother for Sha Wujing, get that thing, and strive for enough time.

In the realm of legends, knowing "I am me", knowing that "I am me", Ming can rely on the outside, and can get rid of many limitations and gain insight into the situation, in such a clear situation, how can Shaoxuan and Xi'e not understand the plan of the lantern envoy?

Without the slightest delay or hesitation, Shao Xuan stepped into the ship of doom, stood side by side with Xi'e, and drove the giant ship slowly into the brightly lit place.

The building ship is forbidden to float layer by layer, intertwined into a piece of pattern, converging into a moist light gold water, holy merits are all ready, just in contact with the light illuminated by the wandering lamp, it rubs out a little spark, flickering up and down, flowing left and right, as if it is about to be ignited out of thin air.

However, even if the sparks resembled a storm and waves, the ship of doom remained untouched and undamaged, and even let the light actively avoid it, sailing through the illuminated land as if it were sailing on the bitter sea.

Although the Doomsday Ark has not been fully utilized, and many abilities are insufficient, it can hardly be called truly peerless, but it itself is to be refined to survive the end of the calamity and sail to the next era. Sailing in the "Ten Directions Wanderer Glass World" is giving full play to its strengths!

The lights are like water, converging into the sea, and the boat is sailing on the ocean, dividing the waves and opening the waves, close to the angel of the lamp.

But at this moment, what Xi'e and Shaoxuan saw in front of their eyes suddenly changed, although it was still the Ten Directions Wanderer Glaze Realm, and it was still a sea of lights, but the palm lamp god in front of him suddenly disappeared, leaving only a brilliant wick burning quietly. There was a dark liquid like glue and oil all around.

Wick?

Xi'e's heart moved, her divine sense merged with the boat of doom, and she probed into all directions like tentacles, and then saw the handsome face of the handsome lantern god appeared in the infinite height, and he was condescending, looking down at the two of them.

In the distance, there is a glass border, like a lamp.

This is...... Her heart moved, and what she saw converged, and she had grasped the current situation.

I don't know why. The boat of doom that entered the Ten Directions Wanderer's Glazed Realm sailed into the glazed fairy lantern strangely along the lights!

At this moment, he and Shaoxuan are not in the outside world, but in the lamp. It's getting close to the wick!

What a steal of the day!

Bang!

While Xi'e recognized the situation, Shaoxuan also understood what was going on, and he was ready to go, using the knife as a ruler to hit the "Ten Thousand Directions of Sainthood and Divine Light".

Bang!

A heavy world stands out. One civilization after another emerged, and the "fire" of the stars converged, illuminating the dark and cold universe. Red, blue, yellow, white, black and other colors converge, representing different parts of humanity, turning into a colorful moisturizing "water flow", which is integrated into the sword with the power of man conquering the heavens, and inspires the gods and thunders of the heavens.

Purple, green, four-colored, void and chaotic, fangs and claws, condensed into a ball, all kinds of thunder into water, as if returning to the beginning, forming a wave of ancient vicissitudes of thunder pool, converging with the holy water light that invades all things, hitting the sky with people, twisting into a spiral, and hitting the palm lamp god envoy mightily.

Where this sword light passed, the light avoided it, refusing to hurt, and in an instant, it was already in front of the Palm Lamp Divine Envoy.

The palm lamp god made the expression comfortable, the eyes were solemn, the other hand that did not hold the glass cup was spread out, the five fingers were together, the palm was like jade, the surface was quickly transparent, and the lines were highlighted, and it turned into a "mirror" full of mysteries.

While!

The sword light slashed into the mirror, and it was directly rebounded back, which provoked the boat of doom to make a pale gold masterpiece, and the merit roared for a long time, and it barely stabilized.

In the center of the "mirror", a deep scorch mark was left.

In a few short moments, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

............

Sha Wujing, whose eyes were pale and colorless, flew away from the ancient Fuso tree that seemed to be a cosmic distance, and from time to time there was a crackling sound around him, and a little ash floated out from the faint light that shone up.

These weird monsters that don't come from where are normally difficult to kill, filling the entire Fuso Ancient Tree Realm, if you are not careful, the legend of the power may be a heel, because if there is no corresponding exercise, you can't detect the appearance of these monsters at all, they don't know where to hide, they can hide the sense of the legend, and the attack is also quite weird, it seems to be able to pull the legend from the high-level life state to fall.

What are they?

Is it related to Haotian God, or is it related to Donghuang Taiyi?

In the middle of the flight, Sha Wujing's thoughts inevitably fluctuated, thinking about the strangeness of the Fusang Ancient Tree Realm, fortunately, the old mother gave the wandering lamp and directly brought the palm lamp into the real world, otherwise there was really no way to restrain those weird monsters, and in the case of step-by-step, it would inevitably suffer from the interference and organization of the rest of the forces.

However, when he was approaching the top of the tree, the light of the wandering lamp could not shine through, so he could only look at himself.

"But now I am not a monk who is not in a high realm when I was traveling to the west, and I am often powerless......" Sha Wujing's indifferent eyes flashed with a glimmer of brilliance, as if he wanted to prove something.

The light flew by, and the surroundings were suddenly dark, but not completely dark, and the mulberry leaves and branches were bathed in the sun, flickering with firelight, like a field full of torches at night.

Sha Wujing touched the white bone glass rosary hanging on his chest, his heart reflected the surroundings, slowed down, and took every step to guard against the attack of those strange monsters.

After flying for a while, it was peaceful and sound, and there was no weirdness, but the more this happened, the more worried Sha Wujing became, and if something was abnormal, he would be a demon!

After a while, Sha Wujing's eyes lit up, and he had already seen the top of the ancient Fusang tree.

One of the trees is a mountain of leaves, piled with white flowers, and among the white flowers there is a green grave, and there is a stone tablet erected outside the green grave, and a line of text is written, the current text.

Sha Wujing read it out word by word:

"The Tomb of Husband Mengqi!"

Bang!

The thunder below was loud, the ancient trees of Fusang shook slightly, and Shaoxuan, Xi'e and the palm lamp god collided violently.

Sha Wujing's heart moved, and he suddenly felt something, and looked to the side, only to see a figure standing quietly on the top of another ancient tree, wearing a Xuanhuang robe, with a crown of flat heaven on his head, and the crown hung down, blocking his face, and his breath was vicissitudes and ancient.

He's looking at himself!

............

Between the same and the different, the spiritual light gradually emerged, and Meng Qi seemed to grasp something, and naturally operated the true spirit.

His intuition relied on the experience and insight of martial arts, the experience and insight of earth knowledge, and the experience and insight of various experiences, all of which turned into glass-like fragments and flew out of his body, but he did not leave himself, but hovered around, connecting with himself like a bright star.

At this time, he is like an open umbrella, the acquired income is outside, the innate nature is inside, but it is not completely separated, there is still a connection, and they are all integrated into a whole.

There is positive and negative, there is yin and yang, the acquired congenital is relative, and it is not distinct, the congenital will be contaminated by the acquired, and the acquired will also be affected by the congenital, so the acquired contamination can be slightly changed congenital, completely thrown away but put down in order to let go, just like the picture of Tai Chi, the yin hides the yang, the yang is by the yin, and the strong memory is said.

The fragments formed different modes of thought, surrounding Meng Qi, and the connection was the same through the starlight, and the connection and the contact with the self changed slightly, constituting a slight difference.

The thinking mode swirls around, when there is no martial arts strength, when there is no knowledge of the earth, when he becomes a mouse, Meng Qi maintains a trace of self-awareness, looking at them, and seeing different and the same self through them.

He can't see himself directly, but he can see one or two from the outside, and combined with all of them, Meng Qi seems to recognize himself more and more, and more and more memory fragments fly out and follow around, the self is getting clearer and clearer, and it seems to have a slight resonance with the infinite height.

The experience and insight corresponding to the state of mind cultivation also flew out, and what Meng Qi saw and thought was no longer different, everything was dark and dark, chaotic, and presented in its original state, but he was not unable to think, because different acquired experiences and insights were still connected, but he could not blind himself.

Deep and dim, Meng Qi looked at it with his "eyes", and only felt that there was no sequence of time ahead, no up and down of the void, no beginning of all things, and the fruit was innate.

At this moment, he "discovered" that in the midst of the chaos sat a Taoist, a Taoist who could not be described in words.

"You are ......" Meng Qi's heart moved, and he "blurted out".

The Taoist slowly stood up and made a grand and distant voice, and the vicissitudes of life and ancient meaning were permeated:

"The beginning of poverty. (To be continued.) )