A long time ago, the Underworld Temple stood high in the distant sky like the Palace of Farewell. Gods and demons looked down at this land of endless life and endless struggle. en8. Human beings and practitioners are all rushing around for what they want in their hearts. In the blue sky above their heads, invisible gods and demons control the cycle of life and death, making everything proceed in an orderly manner.
This prosperity lasted until some time a hundred thousand years ago.
The Qing Emperor suddenly left the Palace of Farewell and rushed to the Huangquan Temple to forcibly attack and kill the Holy Lord of Huangquan. The Huangquan Temple sank under the Wangchuanji River, and the Farewell Palace split into two and fell to the earth. This was a disaster that happened in an instant. Before the demonic practitioners could react, they lost their support, and the Shinto lost its entire orthodoxy.
Fortunately, all disasters pass, and practitioners can always find a way forward among the thorns—no matter how difficult the road is.
After the true god and the true demon disappeared, the saint appeared.
Seeking the truth, from seed to trunk to fruit, from immaturity to maturity and then to withering. After the apocalypse, after countless generations of practitioners' efforts, the Tao seed finally bore the Tao fruit, and the saint happened to pick it at this opportunity.
"...and the Tao and Fruit are not something that practitioners should touch."
The tinkling sound of the stream drowned out Yun Qing's soft words, and Hu Hanmei failed to hear her previous words clearly. She didn't pay attention, she just lazily drank a handful of clear spring water. The clear water splashed over her jade-like warm and delicate skin, and rolled down her shoulders one by one. Even the scattered sunshine was dyed with surprise.
"What does Dao Fruit have to do with me?" Hu Hanmei was not very interested in what she said. "I think there are too many things that humans should not pursue, not only Dao Fruit, but also money, power, wealth, and sex. ... Even eternal life, but so what? With such a tempting thing, they will still try it even if they know the danger, and they will try it generation after generation, like moths flying to a flame without fear of death."
Hu Hanmei smiled. Her eyebrows were extremely beautiful, and her smile contained overwhelming malice, making people unable to take their eyes away.
It's a pity that the person in front of her doesn't appreciate this kind of beauty.
"It doesn't matter now, but maybe it will in the future." Yun Qing replied seriously, "You should think more about these things. It will definitely be of great use for the magic saint to try to let you inherit the Yellow Emperor's inheritance."
"Do you want me to restore the divine way?" Hu Han raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his eyes as clear as water, but there was a bright light in his eyes.
"It's best to take this possibility into account." Yun Qing didn't seem to feel her teasing tone, and thought about it seriously for a while.
Hu Hanmei was a little surprised. She walked out of the water and walked slowly to Yun Qing's side: "Are you going to die as a descendant of the Five Emperors? Zhong Guanyuan has spent so much effort to find the Xuanyuan family's bloodline, how can it be my turn to fight? Shinto’s idea?”
"One hundred thousand years is too long. In such a long time, the difference in bloodline has become very small. "Elegance* Wen*yan*qing*first* hair" Yun Qing slightly gathered up the black Taoist robe on his body, Hu Han's eyebrows were raised He sat down next to her.
"But I don't understand anything, and there are a group of gods from a hundred thousand years ago over there in the Heavenly Palace giving guidance." Hu Hanmei looked at Yun Qing suspiciously and asked uncertainly, "Could you be able to guide me in practicing Shinto?"
Yun Qing shook his head: "I can get the Shinto inheritance, but it's useless. No one can practice Shinto anymore."
"Then why are you coming here to talk to me so much?" Hu Hanmei put his hand on her shoulder, leaned in frivolously and asked, "Aren't you very busy? Huh?"
Yun Qing sighed and pressed his eyebrows tiredly: "I was telling you about this before, but you avoided the topic yourself."
Her voice still sounded quite soft, but not very nice. Hu Hanmei found it hard to believe that she was such a murderous person just by listening to her voice. When talking to her, she always had the illusion of being tolerated and forgiven.
"You were talking about Tao Guo before." Hu Hanmei quickly reacted.
"Yeah." Yun Qing smiled, "The fruit of the Shinto."
Hu Hanmei felt her breathing was stagnant, and she suppressed her smile: "There are no saints in Shinto?"
"Not now." Yun Qing waved her hand in front of Amang. Amang's dull eyes focused on her fingertips, swaying from side to side with her hand.
Hu Hanmei had a problem, but Yun Qing didn't give her a chance to raise it.
"It existed one hundred thousand years ago, but now there is no divine way, let alone its fruit." Yun Qing waved his hands and said, "The Heavenly Palace only existed one hundred thousand years ago, and everything we see is the use of great supernatural powers to tamper with the passage of time. Zhong Guanyuan is a god who traveled down the river. He relied on the power of a hundred thousand years ago. This power is so great that it can ignore the entire hundred thousand years of spring and autumn and let him dance before our eyes."
"Is it the Qing Emperor's arrangement?" Hu Hanmei could not imagine that any being other than this one could do such a thing.
"It's not important." Yun Qing did not answer her directly, "You only need to be clear about one thing. Now, at this time, there are no Shinto saints, so your chances are very good."
Hu Hanmei felt that her throat was a little dry. The word "saint" was as out of reach as "god".
"That's not right." She tightly grasped the ray of reason in her mind and told herself that she must not be bewitched by this monster. She said loudly, "The Shinto has disappeared, and the fruits of the Shinto should not exist."
"Nothing can 'disappear', not Taoism, not Taoism." Yun Qing stopped shaking her hand, and she patted Amang's head. The big man squatted beside her obediently, just like a little girl. Like a domesticated black bear.
Yun Qing said to Hu Hanmei gently: "Everything in the world is constant. Many times we just return the things we took from the way of heaven. You need to take it back now. There are predecessors With the experience, it must not be too difficult.”
At this time, Hu Hanmei still didn't know how much tragic murderous intent Yun Qing said "it won't be too difficult" contained, but she understood that she had been pulled on a path of no return.
Her heart was moved. She longed for the untouchable peak just like people long for money, power and sex, and practitioners long for immortality.
"I will start to retreat to understand the Yellow Emperor's inheritance."
"That's very good..." Yun Qing smiled as before, and her pale fingertips went deep into Amang's thick hair, "Venerable Yi Du."
The black-armored warrior stepped out of the void behind her, his figure gradually turning from virtual to solid. He pressed his sword and saluted, with a cold expression on his face: "Yes."
"Send all the disciples of Wangyue Peak to other main peaks. From today on, this place will be listed as a forbidden area for our sect. Please ask the elders to set up a formation to block it."
"Yes." Yi Du's voice was as steady as his hand holding the sword. He only responded before disappearing again.
"The day you break out of seclusion is the day I decide the overall situation." Yun Qing examined the woman in front of him. Hu Hanmei took a few steps back. It wasn't until his back hit a pillar that he realized that he almost instinctively wanted to stay away from this guy.
"Don't let me down." The voice was still gentle and tolerant.
Aman made a face at Hu Hanmei, then leaned over and let Yun Qing sit on his shoulders. His pace was fast and steady, and he disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
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On the top of Duanbi, higher than the blue sky, where the winds of the world cannot reach, a bitter battle is going on quietly.
He transformed into a free sky and enveloped the sky. The extremely evil demonic energy replaced the clouds and surged in the wind. The balance of life and death between heaven and earth was broken. The destruction here completely defeated the vitality. Endless evil spirits flew out from the sky of his transformation, and the witch's scream penetrated his mind, washing away all his thoughts. In the vast expanse of black demonic energy, there is a huge body that reaches the sky. Two blood-red rays of light shoot out from the position of its eyes. The void is annihilated inch by inch under the light of destruction, and all the surrounding existences are gone. Deep inside.
This huge figure walked and wandered in the sky where he transformed into a great being. The light of destruction shone everywhere, but nothing was found.
"Cun Yuan, are you planning to hide in the world of freedom for the rest of your life?" A thunderous sound echoed. This sound did not come from the mouth of this huge figure, but from its abdomen.
The witches screamed all around, but Qian Yuan didn't respond at all. The huge figure let out a roar, and its whole body emitted blood-red light of destruction. These lights shot out in all directions like sharp swords.
At this moment, the dome of the Underworld Temple turned into a mirror, and the seven demon masters looked up at the situation of these two people.
"Venerable Zhuoran's demonic form is about to be unable to hold on any longer. He wants to force Venerable Cuyuan out before that happens." The speaker was a thin old man with a goatee and a kind and peaceful face. This man was a bully. Yi Xin, the leader of Shixin Demon Sect. He was defeated not long ago at the hands of Lord Zhuoran, the leader of the Destruction Demon Sect, but now he doesn't seem to care at all. After all, there are still very few inheritances that can defeat the Destruction Dao and the Destruction Dao in this kind of head-on confrontation.
What he said could be seen by everyone present.
"Venerable Qian Yuan is too passive. It will definitely not work if this goes on..." The woman who spoke this time stood in the corner, her white clothes were whiter than snow, and her long hair was flowing down. She is Mei Guang, the leader of the Huatian Desire Demon Sect, and she has no trace of the legendary beauty that makes people crazy. Her appearance can only be regarded as handsome, but her every frown and smile carry thousands of charms, making everyone feel appropriate and harmonious. This kind of beauty grows inwards, deep into the bone marrow, and makes people fall inadvertently.
"I don't think so." The leader of the Hell Sin Demon Sect said angrily. His Taoist name is Zhu Shu, he is quite big, and at first glance he seems to be quite honest and honest.
"What do you think of fellow Taoist Zhushu?" Meiguang asked him with a smile, his brows were dark and clear, not stained by dust.
Venerable Zhushu avoided her eyes. Every word, every word, and every action of the Huatian Desire Demon Sect was in line with the seven emotions and six desires. He avoided it whenever he could, no matter how good it looked, he didn't want to look at it more.
"The way to destroy the demons is to refine one's body into a demon, and the Six Paths of Yama Sect is good at magical powers, so it is understandable that Venerable Yuan should be sent to avoid his sharp edge. When Venerable Zhuoran is almost exhausted, the difference between the winner and the loser begins to gradually become clearer. It’s hard to tell now.”
These sects are considered the most outstanding among the nine sects, and no one else interrupted when they were talking.
"In terms of consumption, the two of them are actually about the same." Yi Xin seemed to agree with Mei Guang's view. He chuckled and said, "The path of destruction and the path of demon are extremely evil paths. Death is evil, so even if they die, they will only die. Even with one breath left, he can exert his full strength. Lord Zhuoran can only become stronger as he consumes more, but that is not necessarily the case for the one from the Six Paths of Yama Sect."
Venerable Zhushu wanted to say something more, but a ethereal tinkling sound interrupted him, and the entire Huangquan Temple fell into silence after the sound came out.
The fierce battle in the dome could no longer attract the attention of several people. Countless demons on the walls looked down at the seven people indifferently, and the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer along with the sound of tinkling bells.
The magic saint walked out of the water. The silver jewelry in his hands collided with each other, and the light and shadow scattered on the magic patterns.
"Why don't you say anything?" He smiled innocently, and his slender fingertips traced his lips little by little, the cold silver and the warm red intertwined.
He said in an almost coquettish tone: "If even you are afraid of me, I will be sad."
No one dared to meet his gaze, and even the sound of breathing and heartbeat could not be heard in the Underworld Temple. Only the low laughter of the Demon Saint could be heard intermittently along with the battle situation in the sky.