At first, I didn’t know what this man was talking about.

But ...

Soon, the face of the trolls changed.

“You mean to say...”

He still has some doubts.

But the words of the hon, let him completely fall into thought,

"Old Dao thought, in this flood is hundreds of years, you should also find it, the so-called Hongmeng Qinglian Holy Emperor, there is no existence, some, just a young emperor, you still do not understand?"Or what are you doubting?”

The troll was silent.

No?

It turned out...

The so-called Hongmeng Qinglian Holy Emperor, just their own?

So why...

Do you have more memories in your own memory?

Are these memories just for yourself?

But why?

If this is really yourself, then why do you remember the fall of the Hongmeng Qinglian Holy Emperor?

What is this?

Where do you come from, yourself?

The Seven Holy Wars!

Hands out!

Falling on the old battlefield!

Why is all this so complicated?

I don't know, he doesn't understand!

Wei Ziqing has never been so messy, his memory, his thoughts, become a mess, even if he has reached the state of quasi-hoscholic, but this kind of thing, even he can not explain.

It is like...

Everything is in a dead circle!

He shouldn’t be here, because here it’s the Hung Meng Qinglian Holy Emperor!

He should be here again, for he is the Holy Emperor of Hongmeng and Blue Lotus!

“It’s all messed up!”

The twilight muttered, and he was still confused.

“The chaos?”

Hong Jun smiled slightly: "The chaos is not something else, but your heart, calm down, when you calm down, all this, you will find that all this, in fact, is not chaotic!" 」

The twilight raised his head and looked at the broth.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Time, in a minute and a second.

One year.

Two years

Ten years!

Even a hundred years!

He finally opened his eyes.

When he opened it, the confusion in his eyes was gone.

“You seem to understand!”

He looked at the door of the tidling.

Wei Ziqing nodded: "Yes, understand, chaos is not the heart, it is the self, everything seems so complicated, in fact, it is just the original back!" 」

His eyes penetrated the dodo, as if he could completely close the whole dodo: "The so-called Hongmeng Qinglian Holy Emperor, in fact, is only me, all the stories, all the stories, I was born, it is just a story I personally wrote!" 」

“Good!”

He laughed, “Friend, you finally realized it!”

“Thank you, friend...”

The babe is grateful.

He was really grateful.

If it were not for him, he would never have understood what role he was playing in this flood!

“Friend, what do you want to do next?”

How to do it?

The troll is a little confused.

But soon, calm was restored: "How to start, how to end, things, has it become a foregone conclusion?" 」

Nod your head.

“So, friends, are you going that way?”

“No way, that’s inevitable!”

Wei Zi Qing nodded; "So, at that time, we still need Dao friends and Ben Emperor to play a play!"

“Good!”

Hong Jun nodded; "This ancient battlefield in this world will be opened in 100,000 years, and then, we still need to be wronged with our friends..."

"There is nothing wrong with them, for them, all this, I am willing, not to mention, Ben Emperor just ended here, does not represent, everything, really ended!" 」

"To you, Hongjun Daoyou, where will you go after the ancient battlefield?"Really, can’t you turn into heaven?”

The hysterical babe!

In my memory, this dialogue is very clear.

But the future of Hongjun, he did not know, because at that time, he did not know much!

The hon was silent.

He looked at the babe.

I asked, “What’s your advice?”

"It's easy to join the road, the road is fifty, the day is forty-nine, as long as you are willing to make up one of them, the road is easy..."

“But you don’t support it, right?”

Wei Zi Qing nodded: "Our limitations should not only be in this side of the universe, but in the higher places, even the so-called masters!"

The hon is still silent.

No answer.

For a long time, he looked up at Wei Ziqing: "Friend, do you know that when the three thousand demons of Hongmeng were left alone?"

The trolls went down.

This is a question he really didn’t think about.

Hung Jun shook his head with a bitter smile: "It is the Pangu God specially left!"

“Why?”

But as soon as he opened it, he shut up.

He understands!

“He’s seen it before, right?Whether it is the invasion of the universe outside the sky or the missing road, he has seen it?"

Nod your head.

“That’s my luck!Incarnate heaven, guard the ninth universe, and save all things!Therefore, I have to go this way, as long as the Heavenly Path is immortal, the ninth universe will not be destroyed, but the limitations are only so, at that time I will certainly not be able to shoot, otherwise it will cause the invasion of the outer celestial path, this is the rule."

“But isn’t there a friend?You are the incarnation of the Hongmeng Blue Lotus, which was also the heart of the birth of Pangu Genghong Meng, the so-called one, not in the Taoist friends...”

At this point, I looked at the babe.

He sighed, “Everything depends on friends!”

The troll was silent.

Look at the hon.

Finally, standing up, deeply bent down; "Perhaps the emperor is not qualified to represent the life, but the emperor still thanks to the friends... The peace of the future tens of thousands of eras depends on the Taoist friends!"

He shook his head, “It’s just a number!”

The twilight opened his mouth and finally fell silent.

Number of operations?

What is the number?

It’s all just in the middle of a rut!

In the future, some people will think that they are for this life.

But in order to live, it is not their own, but the rut.

And for themselves, just for their own women and their families!

The two no longer talk...

For a long time, Wei Ziqing said: "All plans, but also need the cooperation of Hongjun Dao friends ... also hope that after the Hongjun Dao friends incarnated into heaven, they can hide this thing..."

“The old man understands!”

“Then...”

“It all depends on my friends!”

The babe is gone.

When I left, I saw the sky...

“You, be good to yourself!”

The day is a bit confusing...

It was also at this time that the voice came from Hongjun: “Hao Tian...”

Then he went up and knelt down, “Lord!”

“How many years have you been with me?”

“Three thousand years!”

“Ten thousand years?”

Hung Jun murmured low: “Then, it’s time to go out and practice...”

The sky is down.

I don't know why the Lord will go out and practice on his own at this time.

But he nodded his head quickly: “Follow the decree of the ancestors!”

What Hao Tian did not know was that with the opening of his experience, he had mysteriously planned tens of thousands of era events and slowly opened the curtain!