The white clouds are as leisurely as sails, falling on the top of the holy mountain.

All the magical and strangeness of the Holy Mountain comes from Zhao Yu. Whether it shocks the soul or the changes in wind, rain, thunder, yin and yang and the five elements, they are all the heaven and earth sensations when Zhao Yu was in seclusion. Now that Zhao Yu has come out of the retreat at the foot of the Holy Mountain, the magical and strangeness of the Holy Mountain will gradually disappear.

When the traces of Zhao Yu's retreat were wiped out, the holy mountain would no longer be holy.

After three million years of creation, no one has been here before. The saints are busy in seclusion, and Hongjun is busy deducing the world. No one has the ability to come here except them.

On the top of the mountain is a white jade platform with a doll statue on it.

The doll is lifelike, with fat hands holding fat feet and giggling on his back.

After three million years of storm and thunder, this doll is crystal clear.

Zhao Yu smiled, and the doll was like rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays of rays. The rays became more and more powerful, and a giggling sensation came out, revealing a baby. The baby's whole body was full of Hunyuan Ruyi, and his crystal clear body became normal as the seal was lifted.

Zhao Yu waved, and the doll flew into his arms, tearing Zhao Yu's clothes, smiling very happily.

Yang Xiantian.

This child is the only son of Yang Jian and Deng Chanyu. Zhao Yu named him Yang Xiantian. He was a child and experienced the creation of the world by Hongjun. Before Zhao Yu went into seclusion, he sealed him on the top of the mountain, attracting the secrets of heaven and down-to-earth, and using the celestial phenomena to the practice of Zhao Yu every day.

In this new world, I'm afraid there is no physical constitution that can compare to Yang Xiantian's.

He had inherited Yang Jian's bloodline and had been tempered for three million years. Such an opportunity was unprecedented. Of course, it was because he was young and did not know anything that Zhao Yu sealed him. For him, it was like a sleep, and just woke up, without any harm.

"I don't know where your father and mother are now..."

Zhao Yu teased the baby and looked around the sky.

If you want to calculate, it is not difficult. Although Hongjun is in charge of this world, its roots still involve Zhao Yu. Without Zhao Yu, there would be no such world. It is like Zhao Yu is the maker of a machine, but Hongjun is the operator of the control code. Both are extremely important to the world, but the division of labor is different.

Zhao Yu can destroy this world with one thought, and Yu Tianji also understands it. But he cannot control this world. Hongjun can destroy this world and also control this world. But if Zhao Yu wants to destroy this world, Hongjun cannot stop it at all, and Hongjun wants to destroy the world, but Zhao Yu can stop it.

After all, it was Zhao Yu who used the mystery of the secret realm of the universe to create the roots of this world. Although only one point of credit and nine points of the secret realm of the universe evolved in the Great Dao, Zhao Yu also had corresponding authority.

At least it is not difficult to communicate with the world and calculate the secrets of heaven. Hongjun can interfere with him, but cannot stop him.

However, as far as this illusion world is concerned, there is nothing that threatens him, so it is boring to calculate. There is no need to calculate, Zhao Yu also has some induction. He knows that one day in the future, the three of the family will definitely reunite on this Donghua Yuanxing.

"Three million years are probably a bit boring."

Zhao Yu pinched the child's face: "It's cold on the mountain, so I'll live down the mountain."

Yang Xiantian giggled, Zhao Yu laughed, and pinched his face again, and walked to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

Within half a day, the courtyard was built, and Zhao Yuru, a mortal, settled in a small town.

It is not in the city, but outside the city. There are beautiful mountains and rivers outside the west of the city, and there is a courtyard to be sold, but it is bought by Zhao Yu. The residents here are sparse, and the neighbors on the left and right are not close to each other, popular, but not noisy, and it looks very quiet, just like Zhao Yu's taste.

Every day I take care of my children, go out and fish, and I feel extremely leisurely.

After Zhao Yu broke through the pass, the world was touched, and there were frequent celestial phenomena on the holy mountain for many consecutive days. Many powerful figures from the sects sensed the secrets of heaven and deduced them and found that there would be great opportunities and reality in the holy mountain. So many monks came to this small town one after another.

Ye Fan was confused. He escaped from fighting and brought Nannan to this small town. He thought he could spend a few days of leisure and relax. He then found someone to fight after relaxing, but he didn't expect that so many monks would come to such a corner.

Among them, even the saints who killed the Tao and even the white-haired saints in several major holy places of practice have come.

Although Ye Fan was powerful, he was not afraid of the saint who killed the Tao. He had to be a human being with his tail between his tail. Since his practice, he has offended countless holy places and practice sects. Once traces are discovered, the white-haired great saints will instantly take his life with a hideous face.

"Isn't that a great saint from Yaoguang Holy Land? I heard that I haven't appeared for eight hundred years."

"The great sage of the Xuanyuan family is here too!"

"The great wizard from the southern border, that's the great wizard from the southern border, killing god!"

Ye Fan listened in his ears and took a cold breath in his heart.

Whether it is the Yaoguang Holy Land, the Xuanyuan Family, or even the barbarians in the southern border, they are all his enemies. If someone knows that Ye Fan of his holy body is here, he may not end up well... He hurriedly shrank his neck, picked up Nannan and lowered his head and left.

"What the hell happened? So many powerful characters are coming..."

"You have to inquire, so as not to suffer a great loss without knowing it."

Ye Fan's mind was moving.

Nannan smiled innocently and pinched Ye Fan's ears: "Big brother, it's so lively."

Ye Fan nodded.

Back at the residence, he coaxed Nannan to sleep. Ye Fan changed his appearance and came out to the place where the monks gathered to inquire about the news.

After inquiring, I realized that the Holy Mountain will have a great opportunity.

"So that's it. A big opportunity must be a big opportunity. Otherwise, how could those old guys who had half of their bodies come in groups?" Ye Fan felt aware of it and couldn't help but feel itchy: "I have always heard of the Holy Mountain and I have never heard of anyone getting any benefits in the Holy Mountain. It seems that they have been hiding it all the time, and then suddenly popped up, attracting all the old men."

"Even the great sages of the major holy places are coveting this way. It seems that there must be many treasures coming to life. Should I mix it with one hand or another?"

He was very brave, otherwise he would not have offended countless holy lands.

Now that a great opportunity is coming, if he doesn't interfere with it, he will not be Ye Fan.

"Within March, well, I have to make some preparations. The unethical Taoist is a helper, but I don't know where I am now..."

He was thinking, and suddenly he was patted on his shoulder. He suddenly realized that he was a chubby Taoist priest with little eyes. He quickly stopped and vented: "I'll just say that, how could you, a ill-ethical Taoist priest, not come for such a big thing?"

The immoral Taoist priest smiled and pulled Ye Fan to a secluded place, and said mysteriously: "Do you know what opportunity?"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes: "If I knew I would have gone."

The immoral Taoist sneered disdainfully: "Just you?"
Chapter completed!