Chapter 262 Changes in the Will of Heaven
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Shi Ba Ban Wu Yi
33 above the sky.
The last time he faced the powerful Ye Long, although Hongjun felt unhappy, he never took it to heart.
After chatting with Yang Mei for a few family stories, he also understood that nothing major happened in the outside world, so Hongjun let out a long sigh of relief.
It's just that in recent days, he feels that there seems to be something strange between the heaven and the earth.
It seemed that the way of heaven was about to recover, which made his mind still unable to settle down.
He is the representative of the way of heaven, and he fits the way of heaven.
It stands to reason that it is impossible for Heaven to recover no matter what.
However, the feeling of lingering fear made him have to believe that the Dao of Heaven might really be recovering.
Because he felt that in the dark, there was a force that did not belong to him that was affecting the movement of the world. This feeling made him, who had always been sitting firmly on Mount Tai, feel a little bit worried.
"Is this matter related to the fall of Na Zhunti?"
"In other words, it's related to the blow on Mount Sumeru."
Hongjun muttered to himself.
At this moment, in his mind, with a throbbing color, he was thinking silently.
There is no light in his eyes, but there is a faint divine light in his eyes, and he is constantly deducing the affairs of the world in his hands.
However, no matter how Hongjun calculated, he felt that he seemed to have neglected something.
between thoughts.
Suddenly, he felt the breath of a world beast emerge.
When he wanted to deduce it, it had already disappeared again.
At this moment, endless doubts appeared in his eyes.
"This world, what happened?"
Hongjun murmured.
The more he deduced, the more he felt that the changes in the world made him a little bit ignorant.
The opportunity to confer the gods that was supposed to be carried out, after Ye Long made a move, seemed to have turned into flying ash and disappeared without a trace.
Zhun mentions death.
Hongjun knew this.
But in this world, it seems that they don't want to revive Zhunti for the time being, and they don't have any intention of resurrecting Zhunti.
It really doesn't mean that.
This point is extremely weird, so weird that Hongjun, who was already a little confused, can't tell what happened at this moment.
Generally, saints die and resuscitate.
What is needed is an inexplicable law. Although no saint has ever fallen in this part of the world, Hongjun is also aware that when Zhunti recovers, the world will inevitably undergo changes.
But time had passed quietly for so long, and Zhunti showed no sign of recovery at all. As a result, Hongjun felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness deep in his heart.
"Daozu..."
At some point, Haotian stood in front of Hongjun holding a cup of tea again.
At this moment, Haotian still had an extremely indifferent attitude on his face, looking at Hongjun with a full face of indifference.
He was dressed in a white robe, extremely free and easy, and there was still a stream of air flowing around him.
Hongjun didn't pay too much attention to Haotian, but continued to meditate.
In my heart, unknowingly, an inexplicable worry rose up.
Because he understands what the recovery of heaven means.
If Tiandao really recovers, then this world will not be completely under his control. At that time, it will not be him who devours Tiandao, but Tiandao will swallow him.
And because of the return of the emotional fragments, he understands even more that once he is swallowed, there is no doubt that there will be no possibility of survival anymore, and there is even a faint feeling of extinction.
So at this moment, he must find a countermeasure before the Heavenly Dao has fully recovered.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. In the end, after Hongjun thought it over, he still looked in the direction of the dojo.
Because of all these changes, it was because of Ye Long's shot on Mount Sumeru.
It was also that shot that changed the original trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, which caused an accident to happen to the already dormant Heavenly Dao.
"You said if one day..."
Hongjun glanced at Haotian, but there was a hint of doting in his eyes. After all, Haotian had followed him for the longest time, serving by his side all year round.
"Master, what happened one day?"
At this moment, Haotian looked at Hongjun with curiosity on his face, and seemed to have seen the change in Hongjun's eyes, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.
You know, Daozu has never had such affection since he served him. Today, what happened to Daozu, and why is there such affection in Daozu's eyes?
Haotian didn't know, but he vaguely felt that something big was about to happen.
"nothing……"
Hongjun responded with a light smile, and slowly handed the teacup to Haotian, and the next moment, he stood up suddenly.
"Perhaps the only way to solve all this is to find that little friend!"
Hongjun murmured softly.
At this moment, his heart was extremely complicated, and he even felt a little more melancholy. He didn't know what he was going to face next, but he felt that it would not take long for Tiandao to fully recover.
As for whether he will live or die when the time comes, it is beyond his control.
He will be reduced to a puppet of heaven, if that is the case, he will definitely be unwilling in his heart.
"Daozu is talking about the master of Pingmen?"
Haotian opened his mouth and asked softly. In his eyes, there was a bit of charm at first, but at this moment, it disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Haotian doesn't even hold grudges.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he is not qualified.
Because he knew that the master of the Pingmen sect was an existence that even the Taoist ancestors dared not provoke. It was so majestic and domineering to kill the saint in the battle of Mount Sumeru. He didn't give anyone a chance to speak at all. If the saint didn't say anything, he almost tore the whole prehistoric world apart.
It is precisely because of this that this world has undergone such changes.
"Yes!"
Daozu Hongjun spoke bluntly, in his eyes, at this moment, on the contrary, it was a little flat, and there was no emotion flowing out.
He continued:
"There have been some changes in this world, maybe only my little friend can explain the changes."
While speaking, Hongjun stared at the distant top of the sky.
There, is the way of heaven.
In other words, there is the most mysterious core of the Dao of Heaven. The Dao of Heaven is invisible and exists in the prehistoric world. Any place controls the operation of the entire prehistoric land. Fortunately, but it is still unable to fully enter the core area.
And after the battle of Mount Sumeru.
The core is even more impenetrable, and even entering it has become a luxury.
That is to say, inadvertently, he has been unable to interfere with the normal operation of the Heavenly Dao. At this moment, the Heavenly Dao is not only recovering consciousness, but even the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao cannot be traced by Hongjun.
"Change? Daozu, you..."
Haotian asked softly. At this moment, he could see a little solemnity in Hongjun's seemingly indifferent eyes.
Just when Haotian wanted to continue talking.
But suddenly he heard a soft shout from outside Zixiao Palace!
"Tongtian pays homage to Master!"
The last time he faced the powerful Ye Long, although Hongjun felt unhappy, he never took it to heart.
After chatting with Yang Mei for a few family stories, he also understood that nothing major happened in the outside world, so Hongjun let out a long sigh of relief.
It's just that in recent days, he feels that there seems to be something strange between the heaven and the earth.
It seemed that the way of heaven was about to recover, which made his mind still unable to settle down.
He is the representative of the way of heaven, and he fits the way of heaven.
It stands to reason that it is impossible for Heaven to recover no matter what.
However, the feeling of lingering fear made him have to believe that the Dao of Heaven might really be recovering.
Because he felt that in the dark, there was a force that did not belong to him that was affecting the movement of the world. This feeling made him, who had always been sitting firmly on Mount Tai, feel a little bit worried.
"Is this matter related to the fall of Na Zhunti?"
"In other words, it's related to the blow on Mount Sumeru."
Hongjun muttered to himself.
At this moment, in his mind, with a throbbing color, he was thinking silently.
There is no light in his eyes, but there is a faint divine light in his eyes, and he is constantly deducing the affairs of the world in his hands.
However, no matter how Hongjun calculated, he felt that he seemed to have neglected something.
between thoughts.
Suddenly, he felt the breath of a world beast emerge.
When he wanted to deduce it, it had already disappeared again.
At this moment, endless doubts appeared in his eyes.
"This world, what happened?"
Hongjun murmured.
The more he deduced, the more he felt that the changes in the world made him a little bit ignorant.
The opportunity to confer the gods that was supposed to be carried out, after Ye Long made a move, seemed to have turned into flying ash and disappeared without a trace.
Zhun mentions death.
Hongjun knew this.
But in this world, it seems that they don't want to revive Zhunti for the time being, and they don't have any intention of resurrecting Zhunti.
It really doesn't mean that.
This point is extremely weird, so weird that Hongjun, who was already a little confused, can't tell what happened at this moment.
Generally, saints die and resuscitate.
What is needed is an inexplicable law. Although no saint has ever fallen in this part of the world, Hongjun is also aware that when Zhunti recovers, the world will inevitably undergo changes.
But time had passed quietly for so long, and Zhunti showed no sign of recovery at all. As a result, Hongjun felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness deep in his heart.
"Daozu..."
At some point, Haotian stood in front of Hongjun holding a cup of tea again.
At this moment, Haotian still had an extremely indifferent attitude on his face, looking at Hongjun with a full face of indifference.
He was dressed in a white robe, extremely free and easy, and there was still a stream of air flowing around him.
Hongjun didn't pay too much attention to Haotian, but continued to meditate.
In my heart, unknowingly, an inexplicable worry rose up.
Because he understands what the recovery of heaven means.
If Tiandao really recovers, then this world will not be completely under his control. At that time, it will not be him who devours Tiandao, but Tiandao will swallow him.
And because of the return of the emotional fragments, he understands even more that once he is swallowed, there is no doubt that there will be no possibility of survival anymore, and there is even a faint feeling of extinction.
So at this moment, he must find a countermeasure before the Heavenly Dao has fully recovered.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. In the end, after Hongjun thought it over, he still looked in the direction of the dojo.
Because of all these changes, it was because of Ye Long's shot on Mount Sumeru.
It was also that shot that changed the original trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, which caused an accident to happen to the already dormant Heavenly Dao.
"You said if one day..."
Hongjun glanced at Haotian, but there was a hint of doting in his eyes. After all, Haotian had followed him for the longest time, serving by his side all year round.
"Master, what happened one day?"
At this moment, Haotian looked at Hongjun with curiosity on his face, and seemed to have seen the change in Hongjun's eyes, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.
You know, Daozu has never had such affection since he served him. Today, what happened to Daozu, and why is there such affection in Daozu's eyes?
Haotian didn't know, but he vaguely felt that something big was about to happen.
"nothing……"
Hongjun responded with a light smile, and slowly handed the teacup to Haotian, and the next moment, he stood up suddenly.
"Perhaps the only way to solve all this is to find that little friend!"
Hongjun murmured softly.
At this moment, his heart was extremely complicated, and he even felt a little more melancholy. He didn't know what he was going to face next, but he felt that it would not take long for Tiandao to fully recover.
As for whether he will live or die when the time comes, it is beyond his control.
He will be reduced to a puppet of heaven, if that is the case, he will definitely be unwilling in his heart.
"Daozu is talking about the master of Pingmen?"
Haotian opened his mouth and asked softly. In his eyes, there was a bit of charm at first, but at this moment, it disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Haotian doesn't even hold grudges.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he is not qualified.
Because he knew that the master of the Pingmen sect was an existence that even the Taoist ancestors dared not provoke. It was so majestic and domineering to kill the saint in the battle of Mount Sumeru. He didn't give anyone a chance to speak at all. If the saint didn't say anything, he almost tore the whole prehistoric world apart.
It is precisely because of this that this world has undergone such changes.
"Yes!"
Daozu Hongjun spoke bluntly, in his eyes, at this moment, on the contrary, it was a little flat, and there was no emotion flowing out.
He continued:
"There have been some changes in this world, maybe only my little friend can explain the changes."
While speaking, Hongjun stared at the distant top of the sky.
There, is the way of heaven.
In other words, there is the most mysterious core of the Dao of Heaven. The Dao of Heaven is invisible and exists in the prehistoric world. Any place controls the operation of the entire prehistoric land. Fortunately, but it is still unable to fully enter the core area.
And after the battle of Mount Sumeru.
The core is even more impenetrable, and even entering it has become a luxury.
That is to say, inadvertently, he has been unable to interfere with the normal operation of the Heavenly Dao. At this moment, the Heavenly Dao is not only recovering consciousness, but even the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao cannot be traced by Hongjun.
"Change? Daozu, you..."
Haotian asked softly. At this moment, he could see a little solemnity in Hongjun's seemingly indifferent eyes.
Just when Haotian wanted to continue talking.
But suddenly he heard a soft shout from outside Zixiao Palace!
"Tongtian pays homage to Master!"
