The battle between gods and demons was shocked! Anyu Xiezun and Wang Siming had both left each other, leaving the magnificent South China Sea, and the endless waves were seen rising and falling. A bottomless trench between the two islands was like a black python, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

In front of the scenic spots ten miles west of the end of the earth, two graceful figures, one white and one red, slowly walked out of the flowers in the Ecological Heavenly Palace. With the cold moonlight, I drank the mortal world. I saw that the woman in white with fairy spirit was as beautiful as a fairy, and the graceful woman in red was even more charming and charming. When I looked closely, the woman in white was the wind god Ruyi, and the woman in red was the red silk.

Ruyi held Hong Ling's little hand, took advantage of the cold moonlight, faced the gentle sea breeze, and slowly came to the edge of the cliff with gentle steps.

Hong Ling stared at the abyss under her feet with her eyes fixed on her feet, as if she was thinking, as if she felt something! Suddenly, a dark energy surged from the trench. Hong Ling suddenly felt overturned, dizzy, unstable under her feet, and almost fell down from the abyss under the cliff.

At the critical moment, Feng Shenruyi shouted softly: Hong Ling, be careful! Then, he grabbed the ribbon on Hong Ling's body and gently pulled it back.

Hong Ling took advantage of the situation and stepped back, stabilized her body slightly, turned slowly, stared at Feng Shen Ruyi, full of gratitude, and slowly said: Ruyi, thank you! You saved me again!

Ruyi looked at Hong Ling and said with a smile: We are good sisters, there is no need to be so polite!

Hong Ling's eyes were filled with tears, and she whispered: Well, we are good sisters. It is Hong Ling's honor to have you, a good sister! Previously, in the underworld, if it weren't for you, a good sister, to rescue me in times of danger, I would have been ruined by the devil! You saved me and saved my child with Chihun. Your great kindness, I, I really can't repay you! Ruyi is here,

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Please accept the worship of Hong Ling!

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Ling was about to kneel down and thank him! Seeing this, Ruyi hurriedly stretched out her hands and gently held Hong Ling's arm, and said softly: Hong Ling, what are you doing! Please get up quickly and don't get angry!

Seeing this, Hong Ling slowly stood up and stared at Ruyi, her eyes full of gratitude, and she slowly said: Ruyi, I am thousands of years older than you, so how can I call you Ruyi sister from now on?

Ruyi nodded quickly and said with a smile: Yes, yes, sister Hong Ling.

Hong Ling looked at Ruyi, full of thoughts, and slowly said: Sister Ruyi, there are some things about Ming Shang Zhifeng, I don’t know if I should tell you!

When Ruyi heard Ming Shang's Feng, she was overjoyed. But when she looked at Hong Ling's solemn expression, she was a little disappointed and asked in confusion: Master, what's wrong with Master!

Hong Ling stared at Ruyi's somewhat lost expression and slowly said: No, nothing! Let's not explain Shang Zhifeng for now, let's talk about Dongsheng's no fate!

Ruyi looked at Hong Ling with a confused look on her face, feeling a little disappointed, and hesitated: Oh oh! Okay! Let's talk about Dongsheng first...

On Kunlun Mountain, under the bright moon, the white crane boy stared at the east without turning his eyes, paced back and forth, and couldn't wait, as if waiting for the visitor to arrive!

At this moment, I suddenly saw auspicious clouds surging in the east, and a giant sword appeared through the air. Above the giant sword, a graceful young man in white, swept his folding fan in his hand, flew with his sword, and came through the clouds and wind. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived hundreds of feet away in front of the boy Baihe and stopped, withdrew his sword energy, and walked towards the boy Baihe with a light pace, bowed his hands while walking!

Seeing this, the boy Baihe was overjoyed and hurriedly walked forward. His crisp childish voice said softly: Uncle Jiang, I haven't seen him for three thousand years, Master has ordered me to be here.

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I've been waiting for a long time.

The young man in white came to the white He Boy, bowed and said slowly: "Hao, Senior Brother, have trouble! The Boy, has been here for a long time. But my name is Wang Siming now, and the Boy, can't call me Uncle Jiang anymore!"

The boy Baihe looked at Wang Siming and smiled and said: "Okay, okay, the Dongsheng has no fate. Whether it is Wang Siming, knowledge and action are united. Whether it is Wang Yangming, they are just the reincarnation of Master Jiang's nine orifices; the reincarnation of the nine orifices and the reincarnation of the nine orifices and the master has already told the boy many times.

Wang Siming smiled and looked at the white crane boy with joy on his face, and slowly said: Don’t misunderstand, the master of the Jiujiao Linglongxin is the Yan Emperor of the Shenlong family. Whether it is Jiang Ziya, Wang Yangming, or Wang Siming, they are just a clone!

The boy Baihe looked at Wang Siming with a confused look on his face and asked with confusion: Master only said that the Nine Orifices Linglongxin belongs to Mr. Jiang, and did not mention that the real owner of the Nine Orifices Linglongxin is the Yan Emperor of Shennong! With this statement, what is the person Mr. Jiang assisted now? His identity really made the boy curious.

Wang Siming looked back and stared at the east, holding the folding fan tightly in his hand, turning around in his mind, accidentally, the past is in his heart, and recalling the boy. At the age of sixteen, Wang Siming, who was young and frivolous, joined the school of Nanbodi, studied the culture of the three religions. The teachings of Nan Master, were like thunder, and he still remembered them freshly, and he dared not forget them.

Pictures in memory:

Nan Bodhi stared at Wang Siming and said earnestly: Siming, you have the fearless spirit of inheriting the national studies of the three religions! You have the firm determination to sacrifice yourself and defend the Tao! You are willing to assist you as your teacher!

Wang Siming lowered his head, with a clanging voice and a decisive tone, and said in a deep voice: The disciple is willing to sacrifice himself to defend the way. The disciple is finally crushed to pieces, and does not forget his original intention, keep his mission in mind, and do his best to assist the person Nan said...

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