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One thousand one hundred fifty-seven, eight chapters(2/2)

"Hmph, how do you know that the Su Nu Sect I created will not be more developed?" Shangguan Chenxi said coquettishly.

"It would be fine if Cihang Jingzhai's style didn't meet a strong monarch, but if you meet a strong monarch, it would be strange if you don't get destroyed." Yang Pan sighed lightly.

Shangguan Chenxi did not refute that when he really encountered a powerful monarch like Qin Shihuang and Emperor Wu of Han, how could they tolerate women interfering in national affairs and allow them to choose the emperor on behalf of God?

This approach is definitely a way to die.

In fact, Shangguan Chenxi doesn’t care whether Su Nu Sect is born or destroyed. Su Nu Sect still exists, so it is naturally the best. It saves her some effort and has enough luck to share. If it is destroyed, at worst it will create a new school.

For the celestial being, what does hundreds of years count as a matter of?

In that world, the celestial immortals are much happier than the main world.

At least the disasters of the immortals are not as frequent as the main world. If you know how to avoid disasters, you can easily escape until the sea is gone.

Moreover, the world level of the White Snake World is not as high as the main world. The celestial immortals are already among the top monks in the White Snake World.

If you want the Taoist throne to last, you must pass it on to the world like Yang Pan. Doctors are more harmless than scholars, and they cannot be separated from anyone, especially miraculous doctors.

Because no one can guarantee that they will not get sick.

Therefore, the genius doctors created by Yang Pan can be passed down for hundreds or thousands of years.

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The next day, Yang Pan and Shangguan Chenxi left the Yujing World and headed to the White Snake World.

The Presbyterian Church of the Yujing World could not have imagined that there would be another celestial immortal in the human race.

Shangguan Chenxi's tribulation was quite a bit of noise, but all of these noises were covered by Yang Pan and they were not leaked.

The human race has occupied the world trend, and there is no difference between one more celestial immortal and one less celestial immortal.

In the White Snake World, a space portal appeared out of thin air. Yang Pan and Shangguan Chenxi stepped out of it, and the portal disappeared.

"It's been a long time since I came, but the human capacity of this world is too weak." After Shangguan Chenxi became a celestial immortal, he immediately felt a big difference when he came to this world again.

"See through the void and look again." Yang Pan reminded.

Shangguan Chenxi looked over carefully and saw through some of the details of the human world.

"There are actually other worlds, but it's no wonder." Shangguan Chenxi nodded and said.

After all, the big world of the main world is more and more huge. Now the main world is still expanding, growing day by day, and the big world is increasing one by one.

"This world cannot be underestimated. The strongest person is the half-step Golden Immortal level, and we can't afford to offend him." Yang Pan reminded.

"Haha, we are here to practice, just keep a low profile." Shangguan Chenxi chuckled and replied, "The strength is not as good as others, and she admits her conscience, but she won't force herself to hold on.

Shangguan Chenxi, who had seen the world, knew very well how powerful the half-step Golden Immortal was.

Not to mention the half-step golden immortal, the four-tribulation celestial immortals alone are enough to be called powerful.

I can't afford to offend, I really can't afford to offend.

Fortunately, the human world in this world is much peaceful, at least there are few battles at the immortal level.

As long as you don’t ascend to the sky, you can guarantee that you will be free and unrestrained in the world.

Of course, the premise is not to interfere in the world, especially the changes in dynasties.

Thousands of years have passed, and the Song Dynasty has begun to decline. The land is only half of the original one, and other territories are actually occupied by foreign races on the grassland. It is so sad and pitiful.

"Okay, clean up Yuxia Island." Yang Pan greeted.

Shangguan Chenxi looked at the island with nostalgia. This was the home of their master and servant in the White Snake World.

Shangguan Chenxi waved his hand and the entire cave was completely gone, and his face was completely renewed.
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