Thousands of Hearts

Coming out of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Wang Yiyang looked relaxed, as if he was really just visiting a friend for fun.

But only he himself knows that at this time, he has spread more than 30 so-called golden fingers of the immortal cultivation system all the way through the area.

This kind of golden finger is quite easy to produce, especially for Wang Yiyang, who has been influenced by the star civilization, that is to say, he can create dozens of them in a flash of thought.

Just stuff some psionic energy into it as an introduction, and add some exercises as the initial basis.

Everything can be done.

These thirty systems are equivalent to allowing Wang Yiyang to have thirty clones in different positions.

Even if his main body is killed, these avatars can instantly turn into the main body, return to the original source, and revive him.

Wang Yiyang broke through the sea water, turned into a golden light, and flew towards the direction where he lived in the distance.

He now lives on a fairy island above the East China Sea.

The name of Xiandao is unknown, but the aura is compelling, and it faintly has the temperament of Huaguo Mountain back then, but it is a pity that there are no divine stones gathered.

Flying all the way, on the way, Wang Yiyang was thinking about how to go further, while avoiding the calculations of the prehistoric sages.

Suddenly his mind moved, and Feidun Dunguang inexplicably slowed down. Seeing the sea below, there is a fairy mountain with aura soaring to the sky, and all the creatures in it are above Nascent Soul, which can be called terrifying.

On the side of the fairy mountain, there is a translucent large formation slowly wrapping and rotating around the periphery.

Outside the big formation, there are three big characters clearly reflected: Sanxian Island.

"Sanxian Island? It should be the residence of the younger sister of the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming. After conferring the gods, should they be the three who were conferred the title of Three Immortals?"

Wang Yiyang's heart moved, not an ordinary whim.

In this prehistoric period, although the battle of cutting off teaching and explaining teaching has ended, it finally ended with explaining and teaching winning.

But Jujiao wasn't completely helpless.

Although the three fairies of Sanxian Island were all conferred gods, these three were all top monks in the Jiejiao, and the Hunyuan Jindou they controlled was powerful.

The most important thing is that these three have a very close relationship with Golden Turtle Island.

Wang Yiyang flew straight down to Sanxian Island immediately.

To his surprise, the road was empty, with only a few enchanted demons and monks sitting on it.

The third fairy was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Yiyang, who was separated by fate, landed gently on the shore of Sanxian Island

Golden sandy beaches, blue waters, and snow-white buildings bathed in fairy light.

Wang Yiyang was far away from approaching, but his perception was released, extending towards those buildings.

As he expected, Sanxian Island is still the residence of the three fairies. It's just that after conferring the gods, the three of them felt distressed, and they dismissed the position of the gods who had been conferred by explaining the teachings and conferring gods.

So most of the time, he was either on Golden Turtle Island, or on the other fairy islands of his senior brothers.

Jinbie Island is where Tongtian Dao Humanity Site is located.

Wang Yiyang scanned a series of creatures on Sanxian Island with his perception.

Suddenly he flicked his fingers, and immediately a purple light flew out, disappearing out of thin air in front of him.

After doing all this, Wang Yiyang soared into the sky with satisfaction and left this place.

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Boom...boom...

Above the nine heavens, in Zixiao Palace.

The saints took their seats one after another, with a peaceful demeanor, facing the most conspicuous white-haired and bearded old man in the palace.

That old Taoist is the strongest man known throughout the prehistoric world, Hongjun.

If Tongtian hadn't been trapped by Hongjun back then, unable to resist anymore, perhaps the situation at this time would have changed in a different way.

The three Qings sat down one after another, and soon there were Nuwa, Yingying, Zhunti and other saints who appeared on the futons one by one.

Hongjun sat at the front, facing many saints, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Ever since he fully integrated into the Dao of Heaven, his aura has become thicker and thicker day by day.

"You saints, don't doubt that this summoning of you is related to the whole prehistoric calamity."

Hongjun spoke slowly, without beating around the bush.

"Number of catastrophes?" Lao Tzu's Taiqing sage was wearing a gossip Taoist robe, with a real martial arts sword on his back. At this time, he looked slightly surprised.

"That's right." Hongjun continued, "Now outside the universe, in the void, there is a strange force called Xingji Temple, and it is recruiting cosmic creatures everywhere."

"Why did the teacher summon us here because of this? It's nothing more than an outsider." Zhunti held a willow branch and gently pinched it.

As the two sages of the Western religion, he has always been in a stance of great rivalry, first with the independent Sanqing, and now with the entire Taoist school.

Although he was vigilant about the so-called troubles that could alarm the teacher Hongjun, he still didn't take it seriously when he heard that it was a foreign god.

"Teacher, we are waiting for Honghuang to defeat the other gods. There are as many as a cow's hair. I have never heard of this Xingji Temple. Maybe it is a small force that is not to be feared at all." Jieyin answered in a low voice.

Sanqing was even more dismissive. Silently and quietly, waiting for the result.

Hongjun nodded slightly, and continued; "The Xingji Temple has asked me to enter and exit several times. It seems to have a strong foundation. Wait, is there anyone willing to strangle?"

"Disciple is willing to go!" Zhunti was the first to stand up and replied seriously.

"Can."

Zhunti smiled slightly, and continued: "If there are a few saints working together, maybe the result will be more reassuring for everyone."

In the past, when there were foreign gods invading, they would always assign battles like this. Whoever makes the first move will get more tilt in front of the teacher.

In recent years, due to the failure of Jiejiao Tongtian, the battle of Jiejiao under his subordinates was defeated, everything was already doomed.

So many things are solved by being guided and quasi-proposed.

It is precisely because of this that the aura between heaven and earth gradually tends to Buddhism.

Sanqing, who is a pinnacle sage, has no objection to this.

Tong Tian failed in the battle, and being provoked by the severely partial Hong Jun made him feel depressed and depressed.

Taiqing has never participated in such messy things, and the rule of inaction is about him.

The only thing that is a bit interesting is that Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun is trying his best to run, but unfortunately his own strength is not the opponent of the two Buddhist saints at all.

So much so that the current prehistoric situation is gradually leaning towards Buddhism.

Nu Wa looked at it and shook her head.

In the Battle of the Conferred Gods back then, the teacher was eccentric, which made the Daoists of Shangqing Tongtian feel disheartened and didn't bother to care about trivial matters.

Taiqing Laozi has always been an inaction character.

The remaining one who was supposed to be the winner, Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, only tasted the result of being unable to support himself.

Chanjiao alone is no match for the two saints of Buddhism.

As for her, a monster saint, many years ago, when the teacher imprisoned Tongtian, she completely ignored some trivial matters.

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When Wang Yiyang returned to the fairy island where he lived, he didn't know in his heart that the Xingji Palace had already investigated the universe one by one, searching for him, the young palace master.

He lived on the island where the Golden Winged Roc lived before.

Drinking and having fun every day, being happy and happy, and not caring about the two demon king brothers in the trajectory of fate.

Of course, it's not that he didn't do nothing all these years.

On the sea, Wang Yiyang was floating in the mid-air of the sea, overlooking the bottom, holding a golden fishing rod in his hand, fishing leisurely.

On the surface, he seems to be fishing. In fact, he is perceiving spiritual power at this time, and he is constantly trying to dial through the real world of the prehistoric world.

Every universe has a so-called real existence.

And this is even more true for high-level giant universes like Honghuang.

Wang Yiyang discovered this after changing his body into a golden-winged roc.

Especially the prehistoric world he was in was completely different from what he had imagined, it was much weaker.

So under keen inspection, he quickly discovered the clue.

Crash.

The fishing line on the fishing rod was invisible, and with a light tug, a golden dragon beard carp was immediately pulled out from the sea water.

Wang Yiyang didn't even look at it, and with a flick of his finger, he accurately flicked a fish-dragon transformation system into the opponent's soul.

Then he threw the dragon beard carp at random, not knowing where to throw it.

Wholesale systems and distributing psychic offspring every day is his daily life these days.

Time passed slowly, and soon, the sun was setting.

Wang Yiyang was about to put away his fishing rod.

Suddenly his complexion changed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he burst into laughter.

"found it!"

Putting away the fishing rod, Wang Yiyang's perception quickly adjusted the frequency band, and the vibration changed in an instant.

Immediately, his brown eyes flickered and changed, as if there were countless galaxies flowing and rotating.

After a cup of tea, Wang Yiyang's eyes returned to normal. But at this moment, his original expression has turned into reality.

"So that's how it is...the oven of heaven, the wheel of destiny...Hongjun Hongjun, it really lives up to its reputation."

After breaking through the real flood, even Wang Yiyang's heart trembled slightly at this time, and he had a new understanding of Hongjun's strength.

His eyes flashed again, and countless galaxies swirled and flowed.

All the scenes in front of me quickly shattered and changed.

Instead, there are various vortices of different sizes suspended in a piece of pure white.

Each of these vortexes has countless images and brilliance flowing.

Wang Yiyang can detect it spiritually, but he still doesn't know that these are actually part of the prehistoric world.

To be precise, each of them is a prehistoric descendant.

Each of them is constantly circulating all the history of the prehistoric.

From the creation of the world, to the battle between the dragon and the phoenix, to the battle of the Lich, and then to the Romance of the Gods.

The fate of the plot one after another is like destiny, which cannot be changed or changed.

Wang Yiyang looked back, and behind him was also a small vortex of prehistoric sub-body.

"Interesting... The wheel of fate controls everything, and countless descendants guard the core primordial body. So, is this trying to cultivate a new dimensional universe and parallel universe?"

Wang Yiyang shook his head slightly.

With his knowledge, he can naturally see what Hongjun is up to.

It is nothing more than the scarcity of holy seats, and I want to repeat the world with this, hoping to squeeze out some more holy seats to strengthen the entire prehistoric.

But alas.

Among these prehistoric descendants, none of them can bear such qualifications for the time being.

"But there are so many descendants, each of which has the potential to absorb nutrition from the outside world and grow its own independent prototype. What a Hongjun, what a prehistoric world!"

Wang Yiyang's eyes quickly returned to normal, and he didn't dare to look more. In order not to be discovered by Hongjun.

"However, this is good for me. A prehistoric descendant is equivalent to a small universe within the universe. Under the double barrier, it is even more difficult for Xingji Palace to find my whereabouts."

After restraining his perception, Wang Yiyang returned to normal and continued to enjoy life lazily.

The sun was setting.

He set up the escape light, quickly returned to the fairy island, and asked his little demon and human chefs to cook delicacies.

I continued to pretend to be a completely original Golden Winged Roc.

Time flies, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed.

During these times, Wang Yiyang didn't go anywhere, just stayed in Xiandao, and occasionally contacted the other two demon kings in Shituoling, as a continuation of his previous fate line. To prevent being discovered by Hongjun.

Of course, his core purpose is to go deep into his own disguise.

Three hundred years is nothing to him, but it is a number that cannot be ignored for everyone who is addicted to the star.