Chapter 1812

Yan Zhaoge looks at the picture frame of sanbaoyuruyi and disappearing, and can't help thinking.

He tried something else, but it didn't work.

Looking around the unfamiliar and familiar environment in the room, Yan Zhaoge was stunned for a while.

After a long time, Yan Zhaoge came back to her mind, and her mind moved.

The scene in the mind is changeable, just like a backward line. Yan Zhaoge's thoughts leave the blue planet, and withdraw from the vast universe.

In front of us, time and space are distorted and colorful.

When the scene becomes stable again and the endless void of darkness reappears, Yan Zhaoge feels like a soul floating from the underworld, returning to the Yang and returning to his body.

In the line of sight, in addition to the boundless void, there is the concern of Feng Yunsheng.

"Zhao Ge?" She looked at Yan Zhaoge with some worry.

"Don't worry, it's OK." Yan Zhaoge smiles at Feng Yunsheng first, then falls back into meditation.

Sanbaoyu Ruyi falls into his hands and plays back and forth.

With Yan Zhaoge's mind moving, the splendor of the three jewels, purple, white and gold, flashed together.

The next moment, the frame appeared in his hand.

Appear in this side and that blue star completely different under the sky!

Looking at the picture frame and the face in the picture, Yan Zhaoge looks serious.

He could even feel the chill behind him.

"When did you have such a picture, dressed strangely and framed in such a strange way?" "It's good for preservation," Feng asked

She looked at Yan Zhaoge, noticed that Yan Zhaoge had a little dignified expression, and then she immediately became serious: "Zhao Ge?"

"It's ok..." Yan Zhaoge took a long breath, looked at himself in the picture, and suddenly laughed: "interesting!"

"Let me see. What was I doing? It seems that I just went home, threw myself on the bed, stretched out my legs first, and played with mobile phones... " Yan Zhaoge thought to himself, "then suddenly I didn't realize..."

"After returning to God, I am already the spirit of the library in the temple of heaven."

His soul passed through the creation of Hongmeng.

In principle, the body should remain in the original world, on that planet.

The time node of going back hasn't changed, so it can even be said that the body should stay in the same place, in the house where it lives.

It's impossible for people on that planet to move their bodies. To be exact, no one found his abnormality.

But now, on the blue star, his body is missing from his original world.

It was destroyed when he was crossing. There was no trace left by the evaporation of the earth. Or

“…… Removed? " Yan Zhaoge looks down at the picture frame in her hand.

"If I can bring this picture frame back through sanbaoyu Ruyi, it means that others can."

Yan Zhaoge narrowed her eyes: "but there are not many people who can do it."

It's natural for Tao to be powerful.

But like the eternal emperor of Antarctica, it can't be done.

Although he is only a step away from Tao and has a deep understanding of the truth of heaven and earth, he has insufficient supernatural power and weak foundation.

In other words, his Yuanshen may try to jump out of this area like Yan Zhaoge, but once he does, he will be unable to bear it and destroy it instantly.

It's as if the spirits of ordinary people come out of the body. Although they can get rid of their bodies, the spirits are not strong enough to travel day and night. If they move a little, they will be destroyed and dissipated.

But the strength is strong enough, but the understanding of heaven and earth is not enough, and the person who is not ready for the impact of Daojing may be strong enough, but he cannot separate his soul from the body.

In this case, naturally, it is not possible.

Yan Zhaoge ponders, Feng Yunsheng stands aside quietly.

The color of worry on her face has disappeared, and gradually becomes safe. Her eyes are calm as water and firm as iron, waiting patiently for Yan Zhaoge's decision.

A moment later, Yan Zhaoge's eyes had a new focus.

He looks at Feng Yunsheng apologetically first, and gently holds his palm.

The woman in front of him smiled and shook her head, waiting for him to speak quietly.

"Come with me to a place." Yan Zhaoge said.

Two people hand in hand, together on the road.

Yan Zhaoge's canopy is open, leading them to rise step by step, as if to go to another place higher than the endless void outside the country.

It's hard to determine the location and trace. It's like an unreal fairyland.

Among them, the flowers are full of strange grass, and the birds and animals are everywhere.

In the waterfall of Zhilan, there is an ordinary palace.

There are three words on the plaque above the Palace door.

Doushigong.

This is not the first time Yan Zhaoge has come to this place.

There was a boy standing at the gate of the temple. He was looking at him uneasily.

To be precise, it is to look at the top of his head, which seems to cover the canopy of creation.

Huagai, suppressing the master xuandu.

Master xuandu looked at the scene of doushugong in front of him, but there was no color of joy and relief on his face. On the contrary, he added more sorrow and sighed.

Yan Zhaoge walked along, came to a rock beside the palace, raised his hand to lift the rock, and then pressed master xuandu under it.

Then, he wrote on the rock with his fingers, leaving Taoist talismans and finally turning them into a Scripture.

After a flash of light in the Scripture, it finally disappeared in the mountains.

Suppress the great master xuandu under the mountain rock, Yan Zhaoge turns around and walks back to the front of dourate palace.

The boy who stood by opened his mouth again and again, but he could not speak.

"It's up to the old gentleman to decide everything." Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, "if you want to, brother xuandu can get away."

The boy smiled bitterly.

Although master xuandu is the direct descendant of Taiqing, I am the disciple of Laojun, but I can't let him out, but it is also the number of five to five, between the two

"God, this This is... " The boy looked embarrassed.

"You can't untie my seal, and you can't influence the meaning of Laojun. You don't need to be embarrassed. Brother xuandu can't blame you." Yan Zhaoge said, "I'm here today. Apart from sending brother xuandu back, I have another question."

The boy was helpless and said, "it's good for the God to know that the eldest master has never seen a guest since he came back. Lu Yadao Jun and the ancient Buddha have come before, but the eldest master is closed."

"I understand." Yan Zhaoge nodded: "I don't have to meet Laojun, you can also give me an answer."

The boy took a look at the rock over there and nodded helplessly: "God, excuse me, little boy knows everything and says everything."

"The treasure left by the founder of Taiqing moral heaven is still in dourate palace?" Yan Zhaoge asked.

The boy was a little shocked.

Obviously, he paid attention to the key points of Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge asked about the personal treasure of Taiqing moral God, not the personal treasure of taishanglaojun.