Xiao Yao’s thoughts are always relatively simple. In fact, he didn’t disclose these things to Zhao Tieniu at the beginning. It’s not because he felt that Zhao Tieniu was unbelievable, but simply felt that some things were too troublesome to say. Once he explained it, he had to explain it for a long time. Moreover, the time he and Zhao Tieniu knew each other did not last for a long time. If he talked about his own affairs with heart and soul from the beginning, he was worried that Zhao Tieniu’s eyes would look like watching him. It's like a two hundred and five.

Xiao Yao's words were relaxed, and it did let Zhao Tieniu know a lot of things that he had never known before. Although Xiao Yao's world of immortal cultivators and spiritual energy were much worse than this world, all the high-tech that appeared could be fine. It makes you feel dumbfounded by the poster. In the conversation with Xiao Yao, Zhao Tieniu's vocabulary is probably Ma Ye, damn, my God, awesome.

"You mean, in your world, there is no need for candles? All the lights you mentioned use electricity?" Zhao Tieniu asked incredulously.

"Yes, in fact, electricity, you can understand it as a special kind of energy, in fact, I think the Lingwu world also has this kind of energy, but the people in the Lingwu world did not intend to develop it." Xiao Yao smiled Said, "However, I think in the near future, this kind of energy should also be developed."

In fact, the "electricity" Xiao Yao said is not so difficult for Zhao Tieniu to understand. Although there are no electrical appliances in this world, thunder and lightning still exist. As long as Xiao Yao simply explains it with thunder and lightning, Zhao Tieniu It is not difficult to understand.

"Before you said that most people in your world don't know how to cultivate immortals, and those who have real cultivation skills will not exceed 10,000 at most. Is it true?" Zhao Tieniu asked.

Xiao Yao nodded.

It is difficult for Zhao Tieniu to understand: "Then, in which world a cultivator like you is not an invincible existence."

Xiao Yao shook his head and said with a smile: "Actually, in the world I was in before, there were still many weapons that made you incomprehensible. Haven't you mentioned lightning before? In my world, there are such kinds of weapons. Weapons spurred by new energy sources are almost dozens of times more powerful than thunder and lightning. There is also a nuclear bomb. Do you think Taiping City is too big? But a single nuclear bomb is enough to overthrow the entire Taiping City for a hundred years. There is no grass inside."

"..." Zhao Tieniu took a deep breath, "This is almost a blow from a powerful immortal cultivator."

"Yes." Xiao Yao said, "In our world, because aura is very scarce, there are very few people who can really cultivate to the first level of masters. Even if they do reach the first level of masters, they may not really dare to walk sideways. Otherwise, , What awaits him is destruction."

Xiao Yao also fought hard with nuclear bombs before. Although he survived, he was reborn with the help of keel bones. To be precise, Xiao Yao was dead at that time. Of course, with his current cultivation base, he hardly wanted to fight with nuclear bombs. Any questions.

This is the power of immortal cultivators. If immortal cultivators like him have long appeared on the earth, I am afraid that those countries on the earth have also developed weapons against immortal cultivators like Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao stood before. Being on the opposite side of the United States, and relying on the strength of a single person, it has caused great trauma to the United States. He has not been on the earth for such a long time, and he does not believe that the United States has not made any research and development for such immortal cultivators like him.

It was a country that was unwilling to succumb to others, and Xiao Yao didn't dare to really say that he was invincible in the world.

"If there is a chance, I really want to go to your world to take a look." Zhao Tieniu said.

Xiao Yao laughed and said, "I think it's better to forget it. You won't get any cultivation opportunities if you are there. If it weren't for coming to the world of Lingwu, I might not have the current cultivation base."

"That's okay." Zhao Tieniu said with a smile, "Didn't Xu Kuangge and the little monk Xu Suguan also go there before?"

Xiao Yao shook his head and said, "My world, although you can go, but if you want to come back, it will be difficult."

When Zhao Tieniu heard Xiao Yao say this, he immediately understood something, and said with a smile: "This is probably the reason why you don't accept Wu Wutong, right?"

Xiao Yao did not speak.

"You know, after you go back, you may never come back again, so it's better not to have anything to do with them, because once it happens, it will be a kind of harm to them, right?" Zhao Tieniu asked.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath and lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.

"I just feel that I shouldn't let others down." Xiao Yao said.

Zhao Tieniu nodded. He had no way to evaluate whether Xiao Yao was wrong or right, but he felt that what Xiao Yao did was not without reason.

"Does Wu Wutong know?" Zhao Tieniu asked.

Xiao Yao thought for a while and said: "She is not a fool, and I have known me for such a long time. I originally said something, and coupled with her guesses, I can definitely think of something."

"Yeah." Zhao Tieniu said, "just let everything go."

The next day, Xiao Yao, Zhao Tieniu, Su Changliu, and went on the road together.

On the way, Zhao Tieniu would continue to ask some things about the earth, and Xiao Yao also answered them one by one.

When Xiao Yao and Zhao Tieniu were chatting, Su Changliu also listened carefully.

"You mean, did my master ascend in that world?" Su Changliu asked, "Since this is the case, I am a little curious. You clearly said before that that world is not suitable for the survival of immortal cultivators, then my master Why can you still ascend there?"

Xiao Yao glanced at Su Changliu, and felt that this guy's thinking was really problematic, but he still patiently said: "First of all, although Xu Kuangge soared in my world, it does not mean that he is in mine. He has cultivated in that world, and he has also sealed his own cultivation base. I am afraid that the strength he exerts can only be controlled by a master. Secondly, he has been in the Lingwu world for so many years, and he has already had enough strength to soar. ——I don’t think this is such an incomprehensible thing!"

The implication is to express strong suspicion and contempt for Su Changliu's superior.

Su Changliu blushed, and immediately stopped talking. There was nothing he could do. He also realized that the more he said, the easier it would be to expose his superiority. Since this is the case, it is better to keep silent...

On the other side, a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, ten days ago, a monk in white came here.

He looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. What others don't know is that he always looks like this.

"Hey! Little monk, you said you came from Jinchan Temple, have you seen Beichu Tianhe?" A little girl squatted beside the little monk.

After the little monk came here, all he had to do every day was to sit cross-legged, facing the green mountains and green waters, chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish.

She felt that this little monk was too boring.

However, she still has a very good impression of the little monk.

About three days ago, my father suddenly became seriously ill and fainted, that is, the little monk came and pulled her father up. It’s weird to say that the little monk pulled the man who was already in a coma just casually. It also made him wake up. Suddenly, the people in the whole town felt that the little monk was a god, at least a master monk, and they all came to give away some valuable things, even if they were all worthless things. But in this small town surrounded by mountains, it is already a very precious thing.

Of course, those things were also sent back by the little monk one by one, just for three meals a day, which was enough for him. In the mountains, the most indispensable thing is wild vegetables, as long as the young monk is willing to eat, there are almost as many as they need.

However, the girl did not think how unpredictable the little monk was.

In fact, the children in the village felt that the little monk was very easy to get along with. In their eyes, he was a big brother, and he would take them to catch crickets if he had nothing to do.

Many children who have been wronged at home will rush to the little monk’s house once they are beaten by their parents. The little monk always keeps them behind, and then pulls their parents to patiently reason.

On the one hand, it was because they did not dare to offend the little monk, and on the other hand, because they really respected the little monk in their hearts.

Therefore, in just a few words, they can immediately nod their heads, smile and take the children home. When they are at home, they will not continue to lose their temper.

This is what the little monk can do.

In the eyes of those children, this is probably the only thing a little monk can truly be called a great man.

The little monk opened his eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, and asked: "I have seen Beichu Tianhe, but it is not so scary anymore. Just like here, the scenery is beautiful."

"Then why do you still come to Qiongshan!" the little girl continued to ask.

"Because Qiongshan has demons," the little monk said.

"There is a demon?" The little girl seemed to be unable to understand what the little monk said.

The little monk raised his head and looked at the sky.

After a while, he sighed and said, "Yeah, there are demons here, but I don’t know why. When I get here, I can’t notice it, but according to my calculations, it won’t be long before this place becomes It's another look."

"What does it look like?" the girl asked.

The little monk shook his head and said nothing.

The girl continued to beg, hoping that the little monk would continue to speak, but the little monk was still reluctant to speak, but he couldn't see the previous smile on his face.

After a while, the girl also left.

The little monk opened his eyes slightly and sighed.

What can he say?

Tell the girl, how long will it take for many people to die here?

Do you want to tell her that in your own eyes, what you see is not beautiful, but complaining everywhere, with white cloth hanging on the roof?