After that old voice sounded, the huge Cave Heaven Paradise suddenly became silent for a moment.

The sound of elegant music deep in the bamboo forest suddenly stopped, and several people holding harps or flutes walked out of the bamboo forest one after another.

They put down their instruments and bowed deeply towards the cabin, showing meticulous etiquette.

After being interrupted by the old voice from the cabin, the boy in Confucian shirt holding the mirror looked horrified.

He looked around frantically, his mouth narrowed, his shoulders trembled slightly, and big tears were about to burst out of his eyes.

Beside him, the boy holding a ruler in his arms also looked flustered. He glanced anxiously at his companion who was about to cry, not knowing how to comfort him.

On the side, a young man in blue shirt holding a guqin heard the noise. He glanced at the two panic-stricken boys, with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

"Where have you been fooling around?"

He lowered his voice and asked the two boys.

The boy holding the mirror in his arms raised his head, his eyes dim with tears. When he saw the joking expression on the face of the young man in blue, tears finally burst out of his eyes and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Da Kun said that he has an eight thousand year birthday. I, we..."

"You are so courageous. You dare to ask for a drink at such a young age."

The smile on the young man's face in green clothes grew stronger: "In this case, I'm afraid it will be thirty, no, three hundred rulers each."

When the boy's cry became more mournful, the young man in blue shirt cried out in pain.

He covered his head and turned his head away with a look of helplessness.

Behind him, a young man with eyebrows flying into his temples, a golden robe and a white crown, Shi Shiran, withdrew his hand.

"What a man you are." The young man in gold robe and white crown struck him again and scolded him: "He is used to messing around with children, and he has no progress at all!"

Seeing the young man in green shirt jumping and screaming in pain, not only did the two boys laugh through tears, but even the group of people walking out of the bamboo forest also raised the corners of their mouths.

A bright and charming woman with a graceful figure couldn't help covering her lips with her bare hands. She had an extremely beautiful appearance and was carrying a long ebony box on her back. A bone-chilling murderous intention came out of the long box.

Beside the woman were a yellow-faced man with a sallow complexion who looked extremely sickly, and a Confucian scholar with frosty temples.

The Confucian scholar seemed to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with the appearance of a young man, but his demeanor was extremely solemn.

His temperament is gentle and restrained, as broad as a jade, broad and graceful.

Since I care about a gentleman, I treat him as warmly as jade...

His eyes were covered with blue cloth strips, covering his pupils, and his expression was pale.

Whether it is a man in a green shirt, a man in a golden robe and a white crown, a man with a yellow face and a sickly look, or a beautiful woman with a graceful figure...

They all gathered behind the young man with frosty temples, vaguely thinking of him.

Seeing the boy holding the mirror burst into tears, the young man in the golden robe and white crown also smiled.

He bent down, touched the heads of the two children, and waved his hand, signaling them to go play on their own.

"But, but..."

The boy hesitated for a moment. He lowered his head and looked at the mirror in his arms. Then he raised his head and looked at the handsome man in gold robe and white crown in front of him. He muttered for a long time, his expression full of hesitation.

"It's okay, all the gentlemen are here!"

The other boy was alert and hurriedly tugged on his friend's sleeve. Seeing that he still looked hesitant, he simply dragged him away.

"etc."

The beautiful woman with a graceful figure smiled and said:

"Leave the mirror and ruler behind."

The boy hurriedly turned around, respectfully held up the ruler in his hands.

He also snatched away his companion's bright mirror with his own hands and offered it to the beautiful woman as well.

After doing all this, he picked up his partner by the collar, like grabbing a cat, and hurriedly flew away in the light, as if his butt was burned by a fire.

The two small figures quickly flew away, and as soon as they were in a trance, they disappeared.

Watching their small figures disappear into the distant sky, Qing Ming turned into an insignificant black dot. After a while, the handsome man in gold robe and white crown looked away and smiled softly.

"The little thing is quite cunning, but he still wants to make up for his mistakes?"

He spread his hands and looked very interested:

"The two skinny monkeys are really getting better and better."

"Third Senior Brother thinks highly of them."

The beautiful woman with graceful figure smiled and raised her eyes slightly:

"It's rare for the third senior brother to be so green-eyed. I just hope they won't waste their time."

"I only hope that the school will prosper."

The man in the golden robe and white crown sighed when he heard this. He was silent for a long time before speaking softly:

"You and I don't have many senior brothers. A hundred years ago, half of them were killed by the killing star. Now, only you and me are left under the teacher.

Senior brother, senior brother, he..."

The white-crowned man suddenly stopped talking and said nothing. His body trembled slightly and his fists were clenched, as if he was suppressing his anger.

"I have discovered Wu Ming's reincarnation." Suddenly, the yellow-faced man whispered.

Ignoring the green-shirted boy's angry glare, he still spoke:

"Wu Ming's current reincarnation is called Bai Shu, and he has successfully reincarnated."

"Reincarnation? How dare he reincarnate?!"

The white-crowned man was stunned for a moment, and then his body trembled. The white-crowned man who had been suppressing his anger was finally furious.

"This evil beast! I must kill him!"

There was a ferocious look on his face, and he made a furious cry!

Unknowingly, there were golden fireworks exploding in his eyes, shadows were blurred, and shadows of screaming beings loomed in his eyes. It was shocking and terrifying!

As the golden eyes lit up, at the moment when the man with the white crown lost his mind, behind him, there was a majestic Great True Demon.

He wears heavy armor of white bones, with dragons as the ornaments on his shoulder armor. He has three heads, twelve arms, twenty legs, and thirty-six tails.

The expressions on the three faces vary from happy to angry to calm.

Twenty magic drums carved with the corpse of King Ming were stepped on by twenty feet.

This great demon holds a blue and white Udumbara in all its twelve arms. It seems that there are small worlds rotating in the flower, and the images of trillions of creatures are arising and dying in the Udumbara. It looks strange and inexplicable, giving people a sense of wonder.

A bone-chilling chill.

Kuba Asura!

This great Asura fought countless battles, killed the real Buddha in the West, and was bathed in the golden Buddha's blood.

It is recorded in ancient classics that even He was only one short step away from achieving the great state of King Shura.

According to legend, among the Asuras and the Devas, in the grand battlefield that spread for billions of epochs and affected endless calamities, Kuba Asura was also the most outstanding one.

He used the skulls of heavenly beings and dragon kings as decorations on the carriage frame, thereby arousing the wrath of the Lord of All Realms, the Heavenly Emperor Shi.

This great lord of gods once threw a thunderous spear at Kuba on the back of the white-tusked elephant.

Although this spear was blocked by many Shura Kings, the aftermath was enough to destroy a large world.

Kuba Dashura, however, was lucky enough to survive under this spear.

Because of this, His courage and strength spread like wildfire among the Asuras and Devas.

Kuba Asura is the most proud tribe of King Pochi Mahasura and also the most loyal eagle dog.

His cruelty and bloodthirsty, as well as his strength and courage, are unknown to everyone in the heavens.

The white-crowned man has inherited the bloodline of Kuba.

He is a true Asura!

As the man with the white crown lost his mind because of his rage, he opened his golden eyes.

In the huge cave sky, all kinds of birds, beasts, insects, fish, and all sentient beings whose embryonic eggs were wetted, all froze up, and then regardless of everything, whether they were close at hand or thousands of miles away, they all ran away frantically, struggling.

My destiny is to stay away from the man with the white crown.

In the deep sea, huge sea beasts came to the surface with moans and groans. They exposed their bellies and surrendered to this pressure.

The suppression of those in lower positions by those in higher positions has always been so naked.

Only a few kun fish, as black as ink and with tails that can connect the sea and the sky, can be at ease...

Looking down from Qingming, this cave opened by Xuan Wenjun himself is enough to compare with the vast land that is thirty percent the size of six continents.

With the white-crowned man as the center, countless small kingdoms and living beings all knelt down to worship the white-crowned man.

The celestial phenomena suddenly changed, as if a dark curtain rose into the sky, covering up all the brilliance.

Among them, only the figure of the man with the white crown is the only clear one.
To be continued...