ly dissipated. Zhou Jijun looked at the mural with changing shadows, feeling a little nervous but also a little excited.
“Since the chance of becoming a saint lies in Yunhuang and Nuwa’s chess game is over, someone will eventually become a saint. This saint is a chess piece. Whoever can control it can take advantage of the situation.”
No longer thinking about it, Zhou Jijun strode out of Nuwa Palace. Ride the clouds and fly toward the west. Zhou Jijun is in the vortex of the overall situation. It is not the game between Xuantian and Qiongtian, but the layout between him and the saint. Under the saint, even Zhou Jijun was reduced to an ant. This contest was the most dangerous in Zhou Jijun’s life. No matter how reluctant he was to let go of his Hakka mother, he could not turn back and involve her.
In the Holy Mountain of Xi Kingdom, the only saint’s palace, the snake-tailed woman looked out the window blankly, her belly bulging slightly.
In the cycle of mountains and seas, one day in the sky and one year on the earth. When Zhou Jijun was still in the palace with Nuwa, he did not know that the Hakka mother had been pregnant for more than half a year. If Zhou Jijun could know, he might let go of everything and no longer care about the saint’s situation. However, it was already destined that he would not be able to escape.
Even if you can detect and identify the sage’s game, once you take half a step, you can no longer avoid the fate of becoming a pawn.
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In the land of the west, above the high sky, there are countless cities, which is what the people of the mountain and sea world call the heaven.
Zhou Jijun stepped on the cloud throne and looked from a distance. He saw that these cities were no different from those in the four major continents. They were also guarded by garrisons, people came and went, and trade was prosperous inside. Except for the addition of some monks with strange looks. Some have the body of a centaur, some have wings on their backs, and some have several tails, which are obviously the transformations of alien beasts.
After thinking for a moment, Zhou Jijun pressed the cloud seat and walked towards the nearest city.
“May I ask this military master, this is the jurisdiction of Lord Water God Gonggong.”
Zhou Jijun asked the general guarding the city with his hands in hand, his tone humble.
“Hmph, nonsense. If it wasn’t Lord Gonggong’s territory, why are you here, a pretty boy?”
The general with the golden runes tattooed on his face looked at Zhou Jijun with disdain and said with a smile.
“Including you, there have been two hundred and thirty-six pretty boys here today. If you want to see Mr. Gonggong, you have to wait until three years later.”
Zhou Jijun felt weird, but he also asked with a smile.
“Thank you, Master, for telling me, but I don’t know where Lord Gonggong’s residence is.”
“Aren’t you ambitious? Do you still want to reach the sky in one step?”
The general looked at Zhou Jijun with disgust, with a hint of impatience on his face, and waved He waved his