Chapter 1362 Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies

Chapter 1362 Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies

Tan Ping opened the window and saw a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, with an endless horizon. It was obviously different from the slight darkness caused by the erosion of the Nine Nether at the end of the era, and he felt quite refreshed.

Could it really be the early Middle Ages, during the reign of the Holy Emperor? Did he really go back to the past?

Huangliang pillow, Huangliang pillow...could it be just an almost real dream?

Amidst the surge of emotions such as surprise, doubt, and confusion, Tan Ping saw little white lights falling from the sky. When he got closer, he realized that there were flowers falling from the sky and something strange.

"The Holy Emperor worships the heavens, and all evil spirits are dispersed!"

The loud shouts just heard echoed again, and clouds rose one after another from the sky. They spread over and merged into a vast path of light. Then the wind roared and raindrops fell. The two legendary powers Fenghou and Yubo led their magical soldiers. The Immortal General cleared the way and passed by with great force and astonishing power. Every breath made Tan Ping feel ashamed.

After Feng Hou and Yu Bo, streaks of lightning cut through the sky, lighting up the world. Lei Hou and Dian Hou escorted an imperial chariot and drove slowly towards them. The thunder was like a welcome voice.

This imperial chariot has a simple shape, stained with blood, and has different colors. It also contains a tyrannical will. It seems that it will not rest in peace. The vicissitudes of life fill the long sky with a strange aura, and dragging the imperial chariot forward are nine horned dragons. , with agile postures, and every inch of flesh and blood contained explosive power. Just seeing them, Tan Ping couldn't help but want to bow down.

There were bead curtains hanging around the imperial carriage, and a tall figure with an imposing presence could be vaguely seen. The royal aura around him was condensed into substance, surrounded by mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars. Tan Ping felt pain in his eyes just as far as he could see. Dare to look directly.

This momentum, this feeling, is more terrifying than every immortal god I have encountered when seeking immortality in the past. It is more unfathomable than the Feng Hou Yu Bo and Lei Hou Lightning Queen in front of me. I am afraid I have no choice but to lend myself Huang Liang. Only the mysterious and unpredictable immortal on the pillow can be compared.

Tan Ping lowered his head, not daring to look again. He had a clear understanding in his heart.

If it were a dream, it would be impossible for me to imagine the aura of Holy Emperor Qi!

What I just saw is real, not an illusion or a dream!

I have really returned to the Middle Ages and the past. This is a great opportunity!

Here, although I am only on the outside, I have an advantage that no one with great powers can achieve, that is, I know the future development and the inevitability of the future, and the secrets are in my heart. Relying on this, it is not difficult to achieve something. Great deeds, becoming an immortal and an ancestor!

Tan Ping is very confident about this. Although he was born in the twenty-eight realms of the Seven Seas, and his past history is separated from that of the Middle Earth, it has been two or three hundred years since he returned from the end of the East China Sea. At that time, there was still a Universal Knowledge Sphere connecting the Tiannan Sea. Many classics have been left behind in the North, and it is not difficult to know the main events and general trends in medieval history.

Thinking of this section, he couldn't help but tremble all over. He felt that the bright future of life was within reach, and a golden avenue was paved under his feet.

"Is this the 'protagonist treatment' mentioned in those novels..." Tan Ping thought wildly.

When traveling to different sea areas, he read many story-telling novels in many towns and cities that were handed down more than a hundred years ago. It was said that they were hand-copied by thoughtful people after the Universal Knowledge Sphere was broken.

After a full quarter of an hour, the altitude had long since returned to normal, and Tan Ping came to his senses, thinking back on the history he knew and seeing what opportunities he could seize in the near future.

"The Holy Emperor's sacrifice to heaven must be at Longtai, Jiangdong. Even if this place is not close to the East China Sea, it must be not far away." He thought to himself, "East China Sea... During the reign of the Holy Emperor Qi Zhi..."

Suddenly, Tan Ping suddenly remembered something, with ecstasy in his eyes:

"Miaoyan Palace!"

"Miaoyan Palace appeared once in this period of history, and it circulated the secrets of immortality and many treasures such as "Taiyi Sutra of Immortality", "Taiyi's True Secret to Saving Suffering", "Qinghua Lingwen" and so on!"

The full name of Miaoyan Palace is Oriental Qinghua Changle World Miaoyan Palace, which is the dojo of Taiyi to save the suffering god. After the Qing Emperor came to the other side, it merged with the fusang ancient tree realm. It was famous in ancient times and secluded in Not long after Jiuyou secluded himself, he only appeared once in the Middle Ages, during the reign of the Holy Emperor Qi Zhi.

Excited, Tan Ping paced back and forth, thinking to himself:

"I heard that big names on the other side are everywhere in the past, present and future, but I'm just taking advantage of it and it won't affect anything..."

"I don't dare to do this, I don't dare to do that. Isn't this a wasted opportunity?"

The anxiety was quickly suppressed, and according to the records in the classics, Tan Ping set up the escape light and went straight to Qingyan Mountain in the East China Sea.

This mountain peak was remote and desolate, close to the end of the disappearing East China Sea. Even though Tan Ping knew the general range, he had no specific knowledge. It took him half a year to find the corresponding object and searched for it according to the picture.

Looking at the scene of withered vegetation, low mountains and small islands, Tan Ping would not have believed that the dojo where Taiyi saved Ku Tianzun was hidden here if he had not known clearly that it was here.

While sighing, he lowered the escape light and looked around for clues, fearing that he would arrive too late and miss that period of history.

A few days passed, and Tan Ping was surprised to discover a mysterious valley. When he stepped inside, mist appeared.

"Sure enough, it is here!" He suppressed his excitement and kept moving forward in the mist. It seemed that he could only walk through the hundred-foot-long valley for three days and three nights.

Suddenly, the fog dissipated, and Tan Ping's eyes lit up. He saw colorful clouds overlapping, the sky filled with purple air, strange flowers everywhere, spiritual springs gushing from the ground, and vegetation flourishing to the extreme, full of vitality to the essence. He immediately understood that he had come home. Arrived in another world.

In the distance, there are majestic mountain peaks, lush forests, and layers of palaces and pavilions, with auras of light rising from time to time.

Tan Ping took a deep breath, flew up, cautiously approached the magnificent palace, and opened the door of Miaoyan Palace, which seemed to be unlocked and sealed. Suddenly, a twisted mixture of dark red and pitch black appeared in front of his eyes. The lake is like blood and filth, full of entangled karma and the feeling of gathering death.

In the middle of the lake, a green lotus flower bloomed, with bright petals and rich vitality. Sitting on it was a tall and thin Taoist wearing a bamboo crown and aqua blue robe. His eyes were closed and he had no breath. He seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and he seemed to have been lying down for a long time.

"The Medicine Master Wang Buddha was quite active in this era, so Taiyi fell asleep to avoid the disaster?" Tan Ping was startled, almost sweating profusely. Only when he found that the Taoist was completely silent did he feel in the mood to ask questions. .

He couldn't understand the mystery of the other side, so he bowed respectfully to Taiyi, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and said:

"This junior has no intention of offending the Heavenly Lord. I just came here to follow the instructions. I am destined to step here. Please don't blame the Heavenly Lord. If I am lucky enough to get something, I will worship the Heavenly Lord day and night. I will not dare or forget the great kindness."

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly palpitated, and he raised his head, just in time to see Taiyi Ku Tianzun open his eyes, and his breath filled the air little by little.

Alive?

woke up?

Tan Ping felt like he was going crazy with fear, his whole body was trembling, and his eyesight turned black.

"I understand." A soft voice sounded in his ear.

What do you understand? Tan Ping looked blankly and saw the light and shadow changing around him, as if pieces were being peeled off.

"Ah!" He shouted, sat up suddenly, and found that he was back in the cave, surrounded by old friends.

A dream?

A dream that can even imitate the momentum of Holy Emperor Qi and Taiyi in rescuing Ku Tianzun?

In the midst of surprise, Tan Ping found something in his arms. It was a bead that exuded a little green light. There seemed to be countless talismans and seals inside, which was mysterious and unusual.

"What is this?" the girl in a pink jacket asked in confusion.

I didn’t remember that Brother Tan had such beautiful beads...

Tan Ping looked around, wondering for a moment whether it was a dream or not. After his friends started discussing it, he took a breath and said, "This is what Huang Liang Yimeng has gained..."

Did you really go back to the past in your "dream"? Did you see Taiyi save Ku Tianzun?

"So amazing!" the man with sparse eyebrows exclaimed.

Tan Ping calmed down a little, thought for a moment and said, "How about you try it too?"

"Can we?" The girl in the pink coat was surprised and happy.

Tan Ping smiled slightly: "Everyone who meets you has a share, and you share the fate of immortality. This is the best friend."

You can't hide this thing, let there be a rift between each other, or even kill people and silence them, right?

Amidst the unanimous sighs and thanks from the others, the girl in the pink jacket lay down, calmly, and fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, she woke up and shook her head blankly: "I didn't dream about anything."

Tan Ping looked at the pillow and saw that it was dim in color and had obscure patterns. It seemed that it had exhausted all its strength, but the little gleams of light were condensing and recovering.

"You may have to wait a few days before you can use it again." Tan Ping judged.

The man with sparse eyebrows nodded gently: "Then we'll talk about it when we get to Nagato Island."

Changmen Island? Tan Ping subconsciously looked outside the cave and saw that the heavy rain had subsided, the dark clouds had dispersed, the moon and stars were sparse, and the whole world seemed to have been washed.