Xu Ji put down the small rattle-like toy.

He shook his head, the original image of the evil giant in his heart was crumbling.

How could a person who loved children turn into a vicious, cruel, and murderous evil leader?

What happened in between?

Has the old monster turned black?

Or does he have a misunderstanding about the old monster?

Xu Ji is unknown.

This made him uneasy.

"If I can't figure out this old weirdo's character and life, I'm afraid something will happen sooner or later!"

Thinking of this, he walked out of the stone room and followed the original path back to the stone hall.

Came to the stone tablet again.

The words on the stone tablet are still vast and ancient. The structure seems simple, but in fact it is extremely complex, with a faint flowing halo.

Each stroke seems to contain some huge information.

Mysterious yet mysterious, wonderful yet wonderful.

It seems that he can understand it immediately, but always maintains a subtle distance.

Just like the stars in the sky.

You thought you could reach out and pick it off.

But it can never be reached!

Xu Ji looked at the stone tablet and felt his scalp numb.

He understood that this stone tablet might have been cast by some magical method by the old monster.

Similar to modern secret keys.

Without the password, it would never be possible to decipher the words on the stone tablet.

He sighed: "This is terrible!"

A great evil master and an old monster from the left can't even name his own disciples and disciples.

Any fool would know there is something wrong with this, right?

Looking at the stone tablet, Xu Ji suddenly felt in a trance.

Everything in front of me suddenly became blurry.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already back in his convenience store.

The electric fan in front of me is still blowing cool breeze.

There was morning mist outside the door, and the lady selling breakfast had already set up a stall on the side of the road.

"Did I... just dream?" Xu Ji murmured to himself.

But he soon realized that he was not dreaming!

Because, he found himself sitting cross-legged on a chair.

I bought the gaming chair two years ago and it is already a bit worn out.

On the black mesh cloth, a layer of fine black dust fell on it.

Xu Ji stretched out his hand and touched it, and he felt like he was touching soot in the exhaust pipe of a car.

He carefully put his hand in front of his nose and smelled it.

An unprecedented stench suddenly occupied the entire nasal cavity.

He couldn't help but spit it out with a loud sound.

………………………………

Clear air rises and turbid air descends.

The yin and yang and the five elements are constantly arising and dying.

Lord Tongtian opened his eyes.

He once again established contact with heaven and earth.

No dirt, no dust, no disaster, no calamity.

On the Qingping Sword in his hand, the clear fairy light formed clouds, and pieces of green lotus appeared.

He transformed from a mortal body into a Hunyuan Wuji Saint again!

This change is extremely sudden.

A moment ago, I was still a mortal body, trapped in the world of mortals.

At this moment, he returned to Biyou Palace and became the Hunyuan Wuji Saint again, far away from the cause and effect of the world of mortals.

All this is like a dream.

Absurd, bizarre, yet real.

The Jiejiao monument in front of us is the best proof.

After the Catastrophe of Conferring Gods, Master Tongtian never looked at the Jiejiao Monument again.

Because he was ashamed of the disciples and disciples whose names were written on the Jiejiao monument.

Especially those disciples who died in the catastrophe!

Wuyan can never see again the disciples who loved and trusted him in the past.

Therefore, only the mortal named ‘Aji’ could come here.

So what did he do?

As soon as he thought about it, the Qingping Sword in his hand trembled slightly.

This treasure is divided into green lotuses with thirty-six innate merits, and is the accompanying spiritual treasure of the leader of Tongtian.

He has already been in harmony with the leader of Tongtian Cult.

Then, a lotus leaf on Qingping Sword slowly fell down.

In this stone hall, the moment when the Qingping Sword fell into the Western Pure Land was revealed.

Leader Tongtian looked at the long-eared Dingguang Immortal who was reduced to ashes under the Qingping Sword.

The leader of Tongtian is neither sad nor happy.

Chang Er Dingguang Immortal is his disciple.

But thousands of years ago, the moment Long Er Dingguang Immortal stole the Six Soul Flags in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, in the heart of Tongtian Cult Master, that old disciple was already dead.

The only one alive is a zombie who stole the body of his disciple.

It’s just the Dingguang Tathagata taught by the West!

Moreover, in the past thousand years, Dingguang Tathagata has repeatedly borrowed the body of his disciples to spy on Biyou Palace with Western spiritual treasures, and even more insulted the Tongtian Cult Master.

It's not because he has the overall situation in mind, otherwise the leader of Tongtian Cult would have already cleaned up his family.

However, now that he has actually seen the Long-eared Dingguang Immortal disappear into ashes, his past and future cut off, and there is no possibility of reincarnation, he can't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

After all, Chang'er Dingguangxian is his disciple who has served him for millions of years.

How can you be ruthless?

I can only comfort myself.

"Long-eared Dingguang Immortal, finally achieved liberation..."

"Maybe we can meet Wudang again somewhere..."

While comforting himself in this way, Master Tongtian carefully felt the cause and effect.

He soon discovered that he sensed nothing.

He is still free from the three realms, jumping off the chessboard, not involved in any cause and effect, not even a trace of dust.

"That's good! That's good!" The leader of Tongtian Cult had a clear understanding after counting with his fingers.

"Killing does not depend on the consequences!"

"Then 'Aji' is indeed not a person from the Three Realms, not within Yin and Yang!"

This is something that is easy to understand.

Even the way of heaven cannot attribute cause and effect to a non-existent person.

Turning around, holding the Qingping Sword, Master Tongtian slowly walked into the clear fairy mist in the stone hall of Biyou Palace.

Exchange bodies with mortals in the other world.
To be continued...