Chapter 371

"The messenger of the nether world monitors Yin and Yang, snatches away the life certificate, goes down to Jiuyou and uploads to jiuxiao."

"The vast majority of friars who know the messenger of the nether world think that the messenger of the nether world is born in response to the Tao of heaven. They themselves are the spokesmen of the Tao of heaven in the practice world. Only in this way can they monitor the Yin and Yang world and privately judge the friars' longevity."

"But if this is the case, wouldn't this world have become the world of the messenger of the nether world?"

Luo Chuan stopped.

Feng Lingdao's voice is secret. Obviously, he doesn't want people other than Luo Chuan to know this secret.

"That year, Feng went to the abyss of burying immortals to take part in the trial. He had the opportunity to become a messenger of the nether world. In the end, he was eliminated because he didn't have the chance to be your father. The so-called messenger of the nether world monitored Yin and Yang, robbed longevity, told the truth of Jiuyou and uploaded it to jiuxiao... Just because they all practiced a rare skill."

"At the beginning of cultivation, the power of that magic skill is very weak and the progress is very slow. It needs more patience than ordinary people, taste loneliness and loneliness, hide outside the world and travel in nine secluded places."

"In addition, we should continue to seize the monk's yuan life and serve as our own source of practice."

"Maybe someone spread it secretly, or maybe it's natural. For a long time, the legend of the messenger of the nether world has been formed."

"I don't know much. I only know that after heaven and earth died down, the wandering messenger's pulse was weak and didn't exist for ten, but it didn't break. Your father Luo seventeen, he did a wrong thing at the wrong time and got the inheritance of the wandering pulse. Maybe he is also the only wandering messenger in southern China."

Feng Lingdao's pale face floated a light smile and looked into the distance. His eyes were long, and he didn't know what he was recalling.

"Master Feng, are you finished?"

Feng Lingdao took back his eyes and looked at Luo Chuan in surprise. He saw Luo Chuan laugh at himself: "that day, in the Longevity Palace, master Feng said there were not so many dog blood stories in the world, but today he made up my Lao Tzu's story so dog blood. I didn't expect that master Feng was still an expert at making up stories."

"Luo Chuan, why don't you believe it?" Feng Lingdao looked helpless and didn't know what to say.

"It's hard for the wind palace leader to say so much. Unfortunately, Luo is no longer a three-year-old child. Wandering people? Ha ha..." Luo Chuan smiled and stepped forward, and his figure gradually disappeared.

"Luochuan!" Feng Lingdao shouted, "your father has a hard heart to leave you! Ben Dao knows that you don't believe, but don't want to believe!"

Luo Chuan's eyes showed impatience and was about to blink.

On the sea, there was no wind and waves, making a noise.

Yu Guangzhong, Luo Chuan saw shocked faces. The immortal friars of Da Zhou had round eyes and big mouths.

Feng Lingdao, too, stared round and straight ahead, but unlike everyone else, his face was full of excitement.

Luo Chuan's heart beat faster and turned his head quickly.

In the middle of the palace, on the Jiulong emperor's couch, the pale boy who could not die anymore floated in the air. A copper coin emerged from his eyebrows, which was the lethal copper coin offered by fenglingdao before.

A white light poured out of the copper coin and inserted into the head of yingwujun not far away.

Win Wujun has only one head. He lingers, half dead and not alive. Without life support, he was like a fish out of the water, with suffocating panic and pain engraved on his face.

With the white light inserted into the center of his eyebrows, his fear and pain rose to the top: "no! Don't take my life! Please immortal! Let me live! Let me reincarnate! Ah..."

Boom!

Yingwujun's head exploded and cracked, and the flesh and blood of his brain flew everywhere, like a broken watermelon.

White light flew out of Ying Wujun's head and became fuller than before. Then it turned into wisps and kept drilling into the body of Emperor Zhou.

The little Zhou emperor's body twitched and trembled, his blue lips trembled up and down, and his eyelids blinked quickly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Incredible things happened. The pale face of the little Zhou emperor began to show a trace of ruddy luster, his chest fluctuated slightly, and his breath was faint under his nostrils.

Luo Chuan stared at the copper coin in a daze. Rao Shi had experienced too many near deaths in recent years, and his state of mind was far higher than that of the friar at the same level. At this time, when he saw the copper coin, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Luo Chuan once owned one of the copper coins in front of him, which came from his father and was much larger than this one. The copper coin has been hung around Luo Chuan's neck and has not been taken down until that day, the appearance of Jiulong King

Buzz!

In mid air, Emperor Zhou suddenly moved.

He raised his head, opened his mouth, and a blue air jet from his mouth rushed into the sky.

As he slowly opened his eyes, the emperor fell into boiling in front of the palace.

Up to Guixu's father and down to the guards of the palace, tears filled their eyes and cried to worship the awakened Emperor Zhou.

There are also great Zhou dignitaries and Guixu ancestors who turn their heads quickly and look at Luochuan with respect and fear, showing a faint color of flattery.

They all saw what just happened.

Top ten Tiannan babies! Zhou's former national teacher won Wujun! Just now, someone took his life with a copper coin! Into the fate of emperor Xiao Zhou!

The dead emperor of Xiao Zhou was killed and resurrected by a copper coin!

If the leader of the wind palace is right, the man who resurrected the little Zhou emperor, the wandering Messenger, is the biological father of guru Luo Chuan... With such means, he can really seize the nature of heaven and earth and turn the world around!

Luo Chuan stood on the sea, motionless looking at the boy in front of him, still stunned on his face.

Seeing the little Zhou emperor looking at him, he looked through him, looked at a place behind him, showed gratitude, bent down and bowed to the end.

Luo Chuan's nose was sour, his heart beat wildly, and turned quickly without thinking.

Behind him, there was only the rolling white wave and the other end of the white wave, which worshipped the big Zhou courtiers of the small Zhou emperor like a tsunami.

Luo Chuan's face showed an almost crazy color.

"Open your eyes!"

Luo Chuan roared, pinched the seal with his hand, and hit the middle of his eyebrow with force.

Luo Chuan was unaware of the biting pain.

In the middle of the eyebrows, the vertical eye is open.

Under the eye of heaven, yin and yang can be judged.

Luo Chuan opened his third eye. His eyes penetrated the tide of the palace guarding sea, crossed the earth under the tide, then skimmed over the Yinchuan under the earth, and saw a dark and gray wilderness.

On the empty wilderness and in the gray fog, Luochuan saw a single wooden bridge and monks preparing to cross the bridge.

It seemed to sense Luo Chuan's eyes. The monk who walked alone stagnated, turned his back to Luo Chuan and stopped on the bridge.

Luo Chuan stared at the monk's back, his shoulders trembling, his fists clenched, and his eyes were slightly red.

At the age of six, the man on the single wooden bridge strung the copper coins and put them on Luo Chuan, telling him not to let the copper coins leave him. After all this, the man left Baiyujing, and there was no news from then on.

Today, Luo Chuan can't remember his face.

Just when Luochuan had forgotten, the man appeared in front of Luochuan in a way that Luochuan never dreamed of.

It was just a snap stop. The friar stepped forward and continued to move forward. He walked alone on the wooden bridge. His body was bleak and his feet were firm. He soon disappeared into the fog.

From beginning to end, he didn't turn his head.

Luo Chuan was stunned and stood on the palace guarding sea, letting the waves wet his robes.

For a long time, Luo Chuan looked up.

"You take your single wooden bridge and I take my Yangguan road. Is that what you mean? OK, OK, OK."

He burst into laughter and Luo Chuan jumped up.

"Master Luo, wait a minute! I have something to say!" emperor Xiao Zhou shouted behind him.

"Why, your majesty wants the gourd back? Master, save your blood! Rebuild your national fortune! The gourd is even a reward!"

Luo Chuan laughed, rose against the wind and flew to the distant transmission array. His eyes were unprecedentedly firm, decisive... And ruthless.

Today is a farewell.

From then on, I had only practice and practice, and a little concern. There won't be many people in the world who can enter our Luochuan heart!

"Guru Luo... Alas!" Emperor Zhou, with a bitter melon face, stamped his feet anxiously, "what are you running for? Ambassador Luo asked me to send a message for him. Wandering people can't get close to their close relatives, or there will be endless future trouble... When he breaks through the true Tao, breaks his life and takes heaven's luck, he will naturally meet you. He will tell you everything..."

"Why did you run away! Come on! Come on, master Luo! Come back! No! Please come back!" Xiao Zhou Di cried quickly.

Streamers of light rose from the front of the Imperial Palace, followed the emperor's orders and chased Luochuan.

However, under the true Tao, what body method can compare with blinking?

Before long, the infant friars who went to chase Luo Chuan returned home, trembling to apologize to the emperor of Zhou, with a helpless face.

"Youyou people... After the great extinction, youyou messengers have been extinct in Tianchen island. Only a few regions still have the legend of youyou messengers. There is a rising youyou messengers as the backing. My ally is really surprised and has an immeasurable future."

On the upper floor of a Baizhang palace in the imperial city of the Zhou Dynasty, a beautiful woman looks into the distance.

Behind her, the maid in blue smiled sweetly: "my sister is not lost to Luo Chuan. After my sister comes back, Xiaoqing feels that her sister's breath is more pure."

"The palace was robbed and nearly buried in the Holy Buddha area. Fortunately, it survived the disaster, but it further refined the extremely cold dragon holy crystal blood." Su Yuchen said faintly: "Xiaoqing, you should also hurry up."

"Xiaoqing will practice hard."

"HMM." Su Yuchen raised his head. The long wind blew the snow-white Taoist robe, and the green silk flew away, revealing the attractive jade neck: "Xiaoqing."

"What can I do for you, princess?"

"This trip to the palace has caused too many causes and effects. This cause and effect will be returned one day. If one day, the ancient snake will come out of the palace and go to nine days to kill the emperor and Buddha. Would you like to follow me?"

"Of course. You're my sister!"

"Ha ha, what a silly little green snake."

Standing behind Su Yuchen, Xiaoqing smiled, but her eyes became colder and more interesting.

Am I stupid... Hehe, sister, you may not know that I'm awake. But you were fooled around by Luo Chuan. I'm afraid you can't imagine that Zhou Zhihao, whom you hate to the bone, will be another embodiment of your ally Luo Chuan.

With his back to Xiaoqing, Su Yuchen calmly looked into the distance, as if he couldn't feel the change of the girl behind him.

Xiaoqing, since you have recovered your wisdom, why don't you tell me what you're hiding... It's just that this palace has been bored for too long. If you want to play, have fun.