Just like the mirror flowers and water moon coming, or the mirror flowers and water moon leaving, the World Honored One's methods made Wang Zheng feel like he was in a dream. Even if Wang Zheng is in a chaotic body, he cannot understand the mystery of the World Honored One's methods.

It can be said that among the many people Wang Zheng has seen along the way, the World Honored One is definitely the strongest one. Even the Golden Immortal Qi Zixiao is much worse than him.

After all, although Qi Zixiao's methods are domineering, Wang Zheng can also feel the domineering aura. And what about the World Honored One? Everything comes like the spring breeze, without any trace.

Wang Zheng, who was in the sky at this moment, felt the direction of spiritual energy and suddenly found that he was in the southern wilderness of the Dongdahu, the ancestral land of the demon clan.

Looking at the endless mountains under his feet and the primitive and wild aura in it, Wang Zheng grinned: "Is this the Buddha intentional? But I don't plan to film a movie for the demon clan now."

The Great Sage is back!

This is the task given to Wang Zheng by the Buddha, and it is also an idea that came to mind after seeing the Holy Emperor of Fighting Battle.

The battle of the Holy Emperor fights against the will of heaven, and even if he loses, he is still honored. Such a story can definitely be changed by himself in Journey to the West, but how to change it specifically has to be decided according to how reality develops.

Therefore, Journey to the West is not in a hurry now, nor can it be rushed. Under such circumstances, many demon races in the Southern Wilderness have no chance of becoming actors for the time being.

"The Great Sage... I'm afraid that apart from the demon clan, few people in the world know that there is a clan in the world that can change in all kinds of ways. There is a holy ape in the world who can enter the fairy world with their own strength."

Wang Zheng shook his head and chuckled, and he had gradually had some thoughts in his heart.

Since the Great Sage is about to return, I will take a photo of a Great Sage back there. Use this story to tell all living beings that there is such a monkey in the world, but he is asleep and has not yet returned.

With this idea in his mind, Wang Zheng simply planned to deduce it first. His spiritual consciousness surged between heaven and earth. Wang Zheng found that there was nothing that could affect his existence here, so he directly sat cross-legged in the void, his spirit was restrained, and deduced the image of Dasheng in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He planned to shoot an animation like in his previous life. However, this animation is not just for children, but for the entire world!

Thinking of this, Wang Zheng suddenly smiled. He thought of a small thing he encountered when he saw the return of the Great Sage in his previous life.

At that time, in the cinema, a child next to Wang Zheng asked his mother: "Isn't this an animation? Why are there so many adults watching?"

His mother replied: "Because they have been waiting for the Great Sage to return, and then they have grown up."

Wang Zheng was very moved at that time, but now, he wanted to bring such touch to more people. For many old men of the demon clan and those existences that the demon clan grew up listening to the legend of the Holy Emperor, the return of the Great Sage may really touch them from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged, gradually retracted the smile at the corner of his mouth, and his majestic divine thoughts surged in the void. The large void above his head was like a drawing board, and there were dark lines of varying depths and outlining various shapes.

In the primitive and wilderness of the wild mountains, a great existence is asleep. At least in the eyes of many demons, he is a great existence.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, this ancestor is famous, not for anything else, but for him once invaded the heavens.

Of course, this ancestor has always been secretive about the specific deeds and has never told anyone else, but to a group of little demons, it is extremely awesome to be able to invade the fairy world!

However, this ancestor didn't like any show, he was always very low-key, and he always practiced in seclusion in the cave.

But on this day, the demon saint, who was originally a sliver-winged dragon scale leopard blood, suddenly felt a powerful and unscrupulous divine thought surging in the distant sky.

The divine thought was extremely vast, obviously the divine thought of the human race. Immediately, the ancestor with a terrifying scar on his face, looked out of the cave alone in a black robe and looked into the sky.

"Um?"

The white-haired and iron-blooded demon saint showed a solemn and puzzled look on his face as soon as he looked up.

He could clearly see that there was a human being sitting cross-legged in the sky, but because he didn't want to expose himself, he just peeked carefully and did not expose himself.

What puzzled him was that there were lines of different depths above the human race's head constantly outlining something.

"Is it a practice? But what kind of method is this?"

The old man with iron blood had confusion in his eyes, and he decided to look at it for a while before talking.

As the lines were constantly deleted and reduced, the old man realized that the human race seemed to be using divine thoughts to carve a picture in the void.

The picture is strange and not realistic, but it makes people understand what he is painting at a glance.

Under the old man's gaze, a lonely cliff was soon outlined. Above the cliff, there were auspicious clouds and fairy lights.

There were blurred figures on the auspicious clouds like pillars, but the human race did not deliberately outline them, so the old man could not see clearly what those people were.

"This painting is quite interesting."

The old man smiled rarely, which was obviously not a realistic style, but conveyed a different sense of reality, which made the old man very interested.

But then, the old man's eyes suddenly condensed.

Lines began to outline on the cliff, and a vague figure appeared in the sky.

It was a humanoid creature sitting on the cliff in an extremely exaggerated sitting position. Under the black and white lines, although his appearance was blurry, his movements and the angle of lifting his jaw all seemed to have been touched.

After the black and white lines, there are large numbers of spiritual energy gathering.

Bright red, dazzling gold... As the colors were constantly added to the original draft, a vivid figure appeared in front of the old man.

He sat on the cliff, wearing a hundred feet of red pounds, a bronze helmet and a golden armor!

The old man's body trembled uncontrollably. He suddenly thought of the past, the figure he had to look up from behind.

The figure also once sat high on the edge of the cliff of the fairy world, facing hundreds of thousands of fairy world soldiers alone.

"His Majesty……"

His throat seemed to be blocked. The old man tried to open his mouth several times, but in the end he only said these two words.

At this moment, he was already in tears. How could he still look like the iron-blooded old man before?

No one knew better than him what that standing tall figure represented in his heart.
Chapter completed!