Liu Xiaoniu held the boat and moved forward in the vast mist. Even if he couldn't see his fingers on the lake, he could clearly identify the direction of Yaoque Tower. en8.
It was almost evening, the weather suddenly became much cooler, and the fog seemed to spread to the entire lake in an instant. Bi Fang was made very uncomfortable by the sticky breath. He jumped from the bow to the stern of the boat, and then jumped from the stern to Liu Xiaoniu.
Yun Qing sat quietly in the middle of the boat and suddenly asked: "Is fellow Taoist a white cow?"
Liu Xiaoniu smiled honestly: "No, they just look a bit alike."
The Liu Xiaoniu that Yun Qing saw in his mind was a big white bull with a snake-like tail and wings on his back. He didn't seem to be a very powerful monster, otherwise he wouldn't have been seen through so easily. Some of the demon clans cultivating in the Shiwan Mountains particularly prefer the human body, such as Hu Hanmei, and some never manifest the human body, such as Bi Fang. Yun Qing still hasn't figured out what the rules are.
Yun Qing apologized seriously: "Sorry, I was abrupt."
Liu Xiaoniu said sheepishly: "I'm Zhen. I can't compare to a big monster like Bifang. It's normal for the Demon Lord to have never seen him before."
At this time, thin raindrops fell from the sky, ripples appeared on the lake, and the already dim sunset was shattered. The patter of raindrops hit the boat and the bones, making different high and low sounds. The combination of these fine sounds makes people feel sleepy involuntarily. The rain was as thin as a needle, and it felt cold and itchy when it fell on him. Bi Fang impatiently shook his feathers and got under Liu Xiaoniu's lotus leaf hat. Yun Qing lowered her head slightly, her shoulders were wet from the rain. Looking at her this way, she looked even more embarrassed and frail, but her expression was as leisurely and peaceful as if she was bathing in the spring sun.
"Does it often rain here?" Yun Qing seemed to be very interested in this lake area. "I remember it was raining like this the day I came out of the tower, but the autumn rain was much colder than now."
Bi Fang wanted to explode as soon as he heard her talking about Yaoque Tower, but Liu Xiaoniu quickly took over the conversation. He said: "I only know that summer and autumn are common. When the saint stays outside the tower, he almost always It rains every day. The little monsters here always say that it is because the souls of the demons in the Yaoque Tower feel the kindness of the saint. In fact, where did the souls of the demons in the tower come from? It is clear that only the saint is alive."
"Has the Lord Saint always been in the tower... But I've never seen her?" Yun Qing asked with some confusion. Speaking of it, she seemed to have never seen the big white cow in front of her.
"Nonsense! She's asleep! If I see her, can I let you take away the Book of Heaven!?" Bi Fang yelled at her fiercely.
Liu Xiaoniu was easier to talk to than Bifang. He thought for a while and explained: "Maybe the saint showed up in his original form while he was sleeping. You didn't recognize it, right? en8."
Yun Qing was startled. The Yaoque Tower was full of bones inside and outside. Could it be that the original body of the demon saint was also a pile of bones? Therefore, when she woke up from the tower twelve years ago, the Demon Saint was probably not far away, but because she was too deep in sleep, she didn't notice anything unusual around her. On the one hand, Yun Qing came to Yaoque Tower this time to get Amang back from the hands of the Demon Saint and to completely settle the matter of the Heavenly Book. On the other hand, he also wanted to ask about his origins.
When she woke up, she was in Yaoque Tower, with no previous memories at all. It was as if her life had started from here in an instant. This feeling of having no beginning or end was very unsettling. But now it seems that the demon saint fell asleep without even knowing that there was a thief around him, so it is probably impossible for him to know all the messy things about Yun Qing.
"We're here." Liu Xiaoniu tied the boat to a huge bone spur and signaled that Yun Qing had arrived.
Yun Qing raised his head, and the Bone Tower in front of him was deep in the white mist, looking vicissitudes of life and silent. It stood as it did twelve years ago, and time seemed to have stopped on it. Yun Qing felt somewhat emotional when he suddenly saw this familiar bone tower today, when everything was different.
This is the starting point of her journey. Everything started when she walked out of this tower with the Book of Heaven.
Yun Qing, who had just gained consciousness at that time, grabbed the shimmering holy object in the tower, and then broke through the endless darkness without hesitation, running thousands of miles to reach Jiu Ming City. Now she has traveled all over the South Wind Continent, crossed the South China Sea, and traveled far away from the Demonic Realm. In these short twelve years, she has paved the road with bones and sailed in the sea of blood, leaving a bloody storm behind her. Perhaps at that time, she broke through not only the darkness in Yaoque Tower, but also the fragile veil covering this prosperous age.
"Demon Lord Huangquan?" A slightly confused voice interrupted Yun Qing's thoughts.
She raised her head and saw the demon saint in the hazy mist. She held a bone umbrella. The flowers on the umbrella were like brocade, which was quite gorgeous. However, this beauty could not suppress the paleness and weakness of her face.
"Lord Saint." Yun Qing bowed and saluted, "Huang Quan has come to receive his punishment."
The demon saint took a few steps forward, and Yun Qing subconsciously wanted to retreat, but she made no unnecessary movements and just used a bone umbrella to cover her from the fine rain.
"I know." The demon saint smiled and looked down at Yun Qing.
Yun Qing was rarely so close to outsiders. From this distance, he could even smell the very faint fragrance of the grass and trees on the Demon Saint's body, which was exactly the same as the smell of Shiwanda Mountain. Yun Qing had no doubts about the ability of these saints to calculate the secrets of heaven. It seemed that she had never concealed the secrets from them when she used the Book of Heaven to hide the secrets of heaven, and her calculations of the secrets of heaven would not be more than what they calculated.
"The Heavenly Book has been forcibly fused by me." Yun Qing looked particularly straightforward and frank. Bi Fang was beside him and burst into anger. He had never seen someone so confident after stealing something.
"Then there is no need to pay it back." The demon saint nodded.
This time Bi Fang shouted directly: "What will you do if she doesn't return the things!?"
"Master Saint, do you want to use it?" Yun Qing frowned. When she took the Book of Heaven, she still knew nothing about the world, and she didn't know what the Book of Heaven was used for at that time. Later, she consulted a large number of classics at Guiling Temple and the Six Paths of Yama Sect. The classics only mentioned that the Heavenly Book had been suppressed by the Shiwan Mountain, but did not mention its specific use at all. According to Bi Fang, this thing probably has a lot to do with the demon saint.
"Does the Demon Lord think that I am so weak that I need the protection of the Heavenly Book?" At this time, the demon saint seemed to be worthy of the title of "the ancestor of all demons". She said it calmly and firmly. Yun Qing felt that she probably played the role of a guardian in the demon clan. She protected this orthodoxy like a mother protecting her child, without any reason, without fear, and incredibly powerful.
As she said, there is no artifact in the world that can match the realm of saints. No matter how powerful Yun Qing can be with the blessing of the Book of Heaven, it is only limited to one premise. Now she is just a "weak" who needs protection from artifacts.
Yun Qing thought for a while and asked: "Then what will the saint do to return my body?"
"It's very problematic."
Yun Qing thinks she knows this better than anyone else: "I know."
The demon saint shook his head: "You don't understand. Where does its divine power come from? Have you ever thought about it?"
"...Talent?" Yun Qing really didn't know what was going on with him.
"There is no god anymore." The demon saint looked a little solemn, "Why do you still have the remnants of divine power in your body? The matter of twin lives... you should find out."
Yun Qing came here to find out these things. She asked the question to the demon saint in confusion: "I came out of Yaoque Tower. Doesn't the saint know at all?"
"I fell asleep. You were not in the tower before I fell asleep." The demon saint coughed and added, "I started sleeping about a hundred thousand years ago."
"..." Yun Qing was silent. How could he check after such a long time? Basically anything can happen in a hundred thousand years. If you just count them out one by one, you will be exhausted.
"About twins with one life..." The demon saint thought for a while and then said, "You don't have to worry too much. Although the problem is big, there seems to be no fatal damage. And within ten years, someone will answer some questions for you."
"Thank you, Lord Saint, for your advice." Yun Qing quickly adjusted. Some things would have to wait until she reached a certain level before she would have the answer. It would not help to rush now.
The demon saint nodded: "Your body is in the tower. If you can bring it out alive, then the grudge between Shiwandashan and you will be wiped out."
According to what the Demon Saint mentioned, it is impossible for any Saint to directly attack an existence other than the Saint, so the Demon Saint would not hurt her. If other demon clans are allowed to take action, the situation of twelve years ago will probably happen again. The fighting between the two sides will become more and more fierce, and the cause and effect will be endless. Both sides will be trapped, and the gains will not be worth the losses. Therefore, the demon saint handed over the blood debt of Shiwandashan and Yun Qing to Yaoque Tower, the holy land of the demon clan, for decision. If Yun Qing came out alive, then both sides would put aside their past grudges. If she died, the cause and effect would naturally end.
"Thank you, Lord Saint." Yun Qing bowed and saluted again, "There is also the matter of Hu Hanmei..."
The demon saint frowned slightly: "Sheng Tianxiang has taken care of this cause and effect for you. Remember, whatever he asks you to do, he will find a way to take care of it himself. Every saint is like this, No one wants to embarrass their juniors."
"You don't think so about Hu Hanmei." Yun Qing looked at her and questioned in a neither humble nor overbearing way.
The demon saint didn't feel dissatisfied, her eyebrows softened, and she recalled how Hu Hanmei was still a little fox: "Hu Hanmei is my child, but who among the hundreds of thousands of mountains is not my child? Even our saints There is always a time when we have no choice, and all the efforts we are making now are to break through this last resort."
Yun Qing doesn't know how true or false her words are, but she believes that all saints are standing at the pinnacle of this world and are trying to break through this pinnacle. They are stronger than anyone else, and they must bear certain things. Heavier than anyone else.
"Go." Seeing that she had nothing to say, the demon saint raised his hand slightly to signal. Yun Qing nodded, left under her umbrella, and walked towards the empty entrance of the Tower of Bones without hesitation.
There is only one door in Yaoque Tower. It looks like it is made of countless intertwined teeth and bones. Each bone comes from the great demon that roamed the world countless years ago. The surface of the white bones looks a little rough after countless years of vicissitudes, but its tips are as sharp as they were back then. Some of the bones have a sheen like white jade, and there is no hint of ferocity or evil in them. Instead, they are very fresh and beautiful.
The demon saint watched Yun Qing step forward, her figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.
"Will she die inside?" Bifang stared at the door gloomily.
The demon saint sighed softly and rubbed the top of its head: "Always have hope in your heart instead of malice. If possible, it would be better for everyone to be safe."
But that's impossible.