Eternal Sacred King

Near the village at the foot of Xuanheng Mountain, the fisherman who was fishing seemed to have sensed it. He opened his eyes, glanced here, and smiled knowingly.

The woodcutter also took a breath and turned to look.

Seeing the two people embracing under the peach tree, the woodcutter grinned and continued to swing his axe to chop firewood.

The farmer who was cultivating stopped the **** in his hand, got up and looked here, with a simple and honest smile on his slightly withered face.

In front of a grass hut at the foot of the mountain, an old man in a wide white robe was half lying on a rocking chair, a ragged book opened to cover his face, and his gray beard was pulled by the children around him. .

These urchins actually tugged at the old man's beard, swayed on the swing, and let out a burst of laughter.

A child stepped on the rocking chair, grabbed the old man's beard, clumsily crawled into the old man's arms, and stood on it.

The child's sharp eyes, seeing a man and a woman under the peach tree in the distance, couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked, "Grandpa Shanchang, who is that hugging with Sister Die?"

The old man in white robe didn't move, and he didn't lift the broken book on his face, but he said, "That person is your sister Die's Taoist companion and a hero of the human race."

"what?"

Hearing this, many children became interested and rushed to climb on the old man, shouting: "Grandpa Shanchang, tell us a story quickly, we want to hear the story of this great hero!"

"hehe."

The old man in the white robe laughed and said, "I'm going to take a nap, and someone will tell you about it in the future."

"Who will tell us?"

"Grandpa Shanchang, you lied!"

A group of children chattered loudly.

The white-robed old man said, "If you see a white-faced, beardless, slightly chubby Taoist priest at the entrance of the village in the future, grab him."

"Ah? When will we wait?"

Many children asked reluctantly.

"It's coming soon..."

The old man in the white robe just finished speaking, and there was a slight snoring sound between his breaths.

Many children were still making a noise just now. Seeing the old man in white robe falling asleep, one by one hurriedly fell silent, crawled down lightly, and dispersed.

…

It's been a long time.

The men and women under the peach tree were reluctant to part, but their palms were still holding each other.

The two sat side by side on the bench under the peach tree and told each other about their love affair.

Su Zimo will only relax completely when he is with Dieyue and ignore the disturbance outside.

It seems that there are only two of them left in the world.

And Su Zimo can also feel that Dieyue after rebirth seems to have changed a bit.

In the demeanor and speech, there was a little bit of indifference that refused to let people thousands of miles away, and a little bit of shyness of a girl, which seemed more moving.

Dieyue's reincarnation this time is no longer a butterfly clan, but a human clan.

But there are still many butterflies around her.

Su Zimo asked, "After you were reborn, were you in Xuanzang Mountain?"

Dieyue shook her head and said, "I was reborn in the northwest territory of the Great Thousand World, where there are frequent wars and chaos. Fortunately, there are many butterflies to take care of me, and I was saved from the war and gradually grew up."

"When I was ten years old, a woman in white came to me and sent me here."

"Woman in white?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Dieyue said: "She didn't say her identity before, but now I recover the memory of my past life and know that she is the evil emperor and the evil master of the world today."

"Back then, the evil master was just like a little girl in Zhongqian World, mainly because of injuries on his body, his realm was suppressed and he did not recover to the peak."

Su Zimo nodded.

The same is true for the Brahma Ghost Mother and the Demon Lord back then.

When the great calamity of killing the martial arts deity and breaking the barriers of the Three Realms, Brahma's ghost mother's cultivation base was restored, and she had gotten rid of her old state.

"Why did the evil master send you here?"

Su Zimo asked.

Dieyue said: "She didn't go into details, she just said that the battle situation in the northwest was chaotic and she couldn't take care of me, so she brought me here."

"northwest…"

Su Zimo was thoughtful.

The original Holy Land of Reincarnation is in the Northwest Territory!

Dieyue said: "The Northwest Territory was originally ruled by the Heaven and Human Race, and there were thirty-three days. After the Demon Lord, the Evil Lord, the Brahma Ghost Mother, and the Lord of Hell ascended, a battle broke out with the thirty-three-day palace in the Northwest Territory, causing countless casualties. "

"Fifty thousand years ago, the Five Holy Lands came to the northwest to help the Thirty-Three-Three Palaces suppress the four forces of the Demon Lord, the Evil Lord, the Brahma Ghost Mother, and the Lord of Hell. In the end, the situation continued to escalate, leading to the outbreak of the Battle of the Saints."

"There are great saints on both sides, and the casualties here in the five holy places are not small, and even many saints have fallen."

Battle of the Saints!

The great sage strikes!

The saint has fallen!

Just these few words, it is not difficult to imagine the tragic battle of the Northwest.

"and after?"

Su Zimo asked.

Dieyue said: "The five holy places failed to capture the four, and the powerhouses from all walks of life were temporarily withdrawn for thirty-three days.

"Evil Lord Demon Lord, they are so strong, they can actually withstand the siege of the five holy places?"

Su Zimo was a little surprised.

If the Holy Land of Samsara was so strong, it would not have been destroyed in the first place.

What's more, the holy land of reincarnation in this life has been destroyed, leaving only the four realms of asura, ghost, beast, and hell.

Dieyue shook her head and said, "The Demon Lord, the Evil Lord, the Brahma Ghost Mother, and the Lord of Hell should have all become Great Sages, but I don't know why the Four Paths can withstand the siege of the Five Holy Lands."

Su Zimo suddenly thought that when he was in the Ancestral Fire Holy Land, Uncle Feng once mentioned something.

Zhu Tianzhu is retreating to heal his wounds.

Now that I think about it, Zhu Tianzhi's injury is very likely to be left in the thirty-three days of battlefield.

Returning in this life, the Lord of the Four Paths has already become a Great Sage.

Su Zimo doesn't care if the Demon Lord, the Evil Lord, or even the Lord of Hell becomes the Great Sage.

It's just that Brahma's ghost mother became a great sage, which means that the difficulty of seeking revenge for her has increased countless times!

At the same time, Su Zimo also wanted to understand one thing.

More than six billion years ago, why did the major holy places send saints to come to the Middle Thousand World in person, establish a heavenly court, and block the Middle Thousand World.

It is really the Lord of the Four Paths, too powerful, with endless troubles.

Only sages have endless life essence, and can suppress the Lord of the Four Paths in the Middle Thousand World forever, and cannot soar to the Great Thousand.

In this life, if it weren't for the birth of the martial arts deity, the Lord of the Four Paths would still have no chance to break the heavenly blockade.

"Did the Terran participate in that battle?"

Su Zimo asked.

Dieyue shook her head and said: "That battle has finally risen to the battle of the saints, and even to the point where the major holy masters have shot, the human race is not holy, and it is a waste of money to go."

Hearing that there are no saints in the human race again, Su Zimo's heart moved, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why are there no saints in the human race?"