I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

In the Southern Song Dynasty, at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Guanjiangkou.

Li Anan and Chu Weiwei floated down.

The'Mother Li Shan' who had been waiting here for a long time greeted her immediately.

"Two girls, the old man has arranged this place properly!" The old mother Li Shan, who looked like an old woman, said kindly, leaning on a leading stick.

"You have work!" Li An'an and Chu Weiwei are both creepy.

Because they obviously didn't say anything.

They didn't even pass through the old mother.

It has always been vaguely saying "Qingcheng Mountain".

How did she know?

The old mother Li Shan seemed to see through the thoughts of the two of them, and smiled: "Two girls, don't be nervous!"

"The old teacher, who knows the origins of the two girls, specially lowered the treasure to calculate the cause and effect for the old man, and cover up the secret!"

"Teacher?" Li Anan swallowed.

What kind of power should it be to be a teacher of immortals?

And that great power, who has never seen him before, can easily figure out the choice of the two of them?

Even know their origins?

Li Anan only felt cold on his back.

"You two really don't worry!" Li Shan's mother laughed: "Old teacher, the two girls should have heard about it..."

"Dare to ask the old mother and respected teacher?" Chu Weiwei asked.

Li Shan's mother turned towards the nine heavens, and slightly arched her hands: "The teacher of the old body is the sect of all souls, the Virgin of the human race, and the lord of the Snail Palace in Taisu Heaven is also..."

"In the world where the two girls came, there should also be the legends and traces of her old man!"

The two women were horrified.

"Female snail empress?" Li Anan asked tentatively.

"Also!" Li Shan's mother lowered her head slightly.

The two women shook suddenly.

The legend that Nuwa created human beings and repaired the sky is familiar.

Even the Federal Empire has repeatedly held grand official ceremonies for the creator.

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In the underground ruins, Yang Jian's eyes gradually converged.

He can no longer use this magical power.

However, this is not important.

"There must be a chance in this world!"

The prehistoric world has already exhausted its potential.

A heavenly saint, six Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, had already occupied the top-level resources of the entire prehistoric world.

Although, the Taoist ancestor Zixiao Palace preached at the beginning and determined the status of the seven saints.

But in fact, the prehistoric world can only give birth to six saints at most.

the reason is simple.

Dayan's number is fifty, and its use is forty-nine.

There must be margin for everything.

This is true for the individual, the family, the country, and the world!

If you don't leave any margin, you will kill yourself!

Even with the evolution of the prehistoric world, the number of monks from heaven and earth is increasing day by day.

The vitality of the world began to be consumed continuously.

And after all the damages of the tribulations.

The world has long been overwhelmed!

Therefore, as early as millions of years ago, Taoist ancestors had forbidden saints to go down at will.

The saints restrained the disciples and disciples.

By now, the saints have disappeared in the prehistoric world, and the golden immortals can't come out.

Yang Jian once heard his teacher Yuding Zhenren say that today's tribulation of heaven and earth cannot be resolved without the blood of a saint.

Therefore, the saint does not come out.

The six saints are all seeking a way of detachment.

As long as you are detached, naturally you can still resolve the catastrophe and give peace to the world.

Therefore, there is a prophecy saying: The saint is immortal, and there are more thieves!

And there is no doubt.

In this world, there are keys.

Just now, Yang Jian looked at the Quartet with God's eyes.

What you know and see is different from the world you have traveled in the past.

Ruohongwang is an independent river.

And the rest of the projection worlds are the tributaries of this river.

Then, this world is the intersection of the main river of the flood and another or even several different rivers.

Legends meet here, and myths are here.

And if the fish and turtles in the river can find a chance, maybe they can migrate from the flooded river to another river.

Even jumped into the sea, a vast world.

Even fish jumped over the dragon gate, and it was different from now on!

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel surging.

Suddenly, on a whim, he lowered his head. Before seeing his idol, the figures of the two women gradually solidified.

It can be vaguely seen that behind them each reflects a ghost like a snake but not a snake, and a dragon but not a dragon.

And as the phantom behind them gradually solidified.

A new shadow appeared in this scene, it was an old woman with gray hair, hunched over, and kind eyebrows.

Yang Jian's eyebrows twitched.

"Wrong?" he muttered to himself.

Above the golden immortal, it can already be infinitely changed and incarnate.

But no matter how to change, no matter how to clone.

Dao Yun from its roots cannot be faked.

Yang Jian was very familiar with the Taoist rhyme on this old woman.

It was the Golden Immortal Jiejiao who retired from the Great Tribulation of the Conferred Gods in the past, the Immaculate Mother!

However, at this moment, the old woman transformed by the Immaculate Virgin, the line of cause and effect that fetters her body is not Biyou Palace.

But...

Yang Jian swallowed.

In his eyes, he only saw a picture of God embroidered with heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, hiding behind the old woman.

The picture of Shanhe Sheji!

There is no doubt!

Today's Madonna of Immaculate Conception is a member of the Snail Palace!

"The saint calculates, the horror is like this!" Yang Jian quickly curbed his mind and began to pretend to be dead.

Although he knew that he was just hiding his ears and stealing the bell.

Now that the picture of the mountain and river shrine was there, even if the Snail Emperor did not personally descend here with a divine mind, he would at least stare at this place far away.

However, Yang Jian knew.

If he refuses to hide his ears and steal the bell, he will not give the Snail Emperor a face.

Then, don't blame the Snail Emperor for giving him a hit of Hydrangea across infinite time and space.

It's just that Snail Emperor and her old man, isn't she already sleeping in the Snail Palace, and is thinking hard about the secret opportunity to earn a ray of life for the monster race?

How could her elderly interfere with the mortal world in time?

Thousands of thoughts flashed in the divine mind.

The phantom in the ruins slowly solidified.

The old woman with a hunched back and bent over slowly appeared in front of her eyes.

Yang Jian looked stunned.

"How can she?"

"In this realm, isn't there a saint who sets up rules...Isn't the living **** entering?"

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Old mother Li Shan slowly looked at the things in front of her.

An unknown light shone in front of my eyes.

She gently stretched out her hand and felt the psychic energy of this world.

Very weak, very weak.

She estimated that when she was in this realm, she would only be able to make a full shot at most once, and then she would exhaust all the power of this clone and fall into a deep sleep.

but……

It does not matter!

The important thing is-she is here~www.novelmt.com~ The mission and tasks given to her by the Emperor Snail, half completed!

She raised her head, looked at the two women who were gradually waking up, and deeply surveyed: "Thank you two girls for your help!"

"Please also two, quickly take me to meet the officials in this world!"

This is a big deal.

A major event related to the future of the Yaozu!

It must be negotiated as soon as possible.

Li An'an and Chu Weiwei stood up and nodded: "Okay!"

"It just so happens that our governor is on the Qingcheng Mountain not far from here!"

Yang Jian listened, dumbfounded.

This was the first time he met, and the saint's disciples talked about the secrets of both sides in front of him without any scruples.