Only two people, Zhong Guanyuan and Ji Yihe, were left on the North Sea. The strong wind and waves just now disappeared like a nightmare. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
"Master Zhong... do you want to see that person?" Ji Yihe raised his head and glanced at Zhong Guanyuan, then quickly lowered his head.
Zhong Guanyuan straightened his long hair and carefully put the ancient Poseidon Mirror into his arms. He pointed to the south and said to himself: "Go to the Li Palace to take a look first."
Ji Yihe saw that Zhong Guanyuan did not answer, so he bit his lower lip and remained silent. He formed a seal in his hand, and the two of them instantly took off in the wind at an extremely fast speed. The strong wind messed up Zhong Guanyuan's hair that he had just taken care of.
"What did Yi He just ask? I didn't, didn't hear clearly." Zhong Guanyuan opened his mouth and was filled with wind. He was blindfolded and basically couldn't tell the direction. He could only rely on Ji Yihe who was supporting him.
Ji Yihe shook his head and formed a seal on his hand again. The silver divine seal spread from his cuffs and extended to his wrist: "Master Zhong doesn't want to say it, forget it."
Zhong Guanyuan felt that the wind around him had calmed down. It was obviously Ji Yihe who was using magic to protect him. This child is always like this. He keeps everything in his heart, and sooner or later he will get sick from holding it in. Zhong Guanyuan didn't know what to do with him, so he could only explain sincerely: "I really didn't hear clearly."
Ji Yihe still shook his head. He secretly raised his eyes to look at Zhong Guanyuan, and then reached out to help him straighten his clothes. In terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, it can be said that this child takes good care of every detail and never makes Zhong Guanyuan feel uncomfortable at all.
It would be nice if he wasn't so dull and introverted.
"Yihe, please let me beg you..."
Zhong Guanyuan felt that every descendant of the gods was particularly difficult to deal with, and such a well-behaved child as Ji Yihe was no exception. At least he can still figure out what other people are thinking. If he encounters a boring person like Ji Yihe and can't say a word for a long time, he will really fall to his knees.
"Master Zhong!" Ji Yihe's voice was raised a little, but it wasn't much louder than his breathing. Zhong Guanyuan tried his best to lean in and listen, so that his voice would not be drowned out by the friction of clothes.
Ji Yihe plucked up the courage and said, "I just asked Master Zhong if you are going to see that...that is Nanhai...no, it is the direct descendant of the demonic path that I saw at the Ascended Immortal Conference last time."
Zhong Guanyuan rarely heard Ji Yihe say such a long sentence. Although he stuttered, he had made a lot of progress. He was so relieved that he patted Ji Yihe's head and said, "No, but we are going to see her later. What? Do you miss her?"
Ji Yihe looked embarrassed. He shook his head vigorously and fell silent again.
"Why are you asking about this suddenly?" Zhong Guanyuan asked curiously. He wanted to reach out and take off the lace that blocked his sight, but was stopped by Ji Yi and tiptoe.
"It's nothing." Ji Yihe took off Zhong Guanyuan's hand and stared at him to prevent him from moving. "Will she help us?"
Zhong Guanyuan put down his hand obediently, and then said with a smile: "Of course, there is a handsome and handsome me lobbying, how could I not help!"
Ji Yihe was not very happy. He said: "I don't like Master Zhong talking to others in a low voice. "Elegant * Wen * Yan * Qing * First * Fa'"
Zhong Guanyuan pinched his face: "Ah hahaha, okay! When Yihe grows up and can protect the Shinto, I won't have to travel and work hard."
"But I won't grow up anymore." Ji Yihe looked particularly depressed. His face was hidden under his long hanging hair, and his whole person became depressed and gloomy.
Zhong Guanyuan suddenly realized that he shouldn't mention this kind of thing. He stopped laughing in embarrassment and comforted: "I was wrong. I waited until you became stronger... to become stronger."
"I feel a little shorter recently..." Ji Yihe's voice was muffled, "I didn't even have to stand on tiptoe to straighten Master Zhong's clothes before."
Zhong Guanyuan didn't know what to say. He slapped himself angrily in his heart, thinking that he would never be mean-mouthed next time.
"Master Zhong... I'm very scared." Ji Yihe buried his head in Zhong Guanyuan's layers of clothes, breathing in the ink breath of the scribe god. Zhong Guanyuan didn't think of any good way to comfort him until the corners of his robe started to get wet. He could only continue to slap himself in his heart, calling you a bitch, calling you a bitch...
"The aura of the gods is disappearing... Their blood is decreasing from my body... The Heavenly Palace..." Ji Yihe's words were intermittent. His voice was already small, and it was even harder to hear it next to his clothes. "We are probably the last generation. He’s a god, right?”
The Heavenly Palace was preserved by Emperor Qing by tampering with the passage of time. It existed before the moment when Shinto disappeared. When everything flows downstream for a hundred thousand years, it remains where it is. But this kind of stillness is not permanent. Sooner or later, Qingdi's power will completely lose its effect. At that time, the gods from 100,000 years ago had completely disappeared, and correspondingly, it was impossible for them to have any descendants.
Ji Yihe could clearly feel this. The will of the gods flowing in his blood was decreasing and becoming weak, and the heavenly palace was in danger.
When God completely disappears, Ji Yihe will no longer exist.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." Zhong Guanyuan could only clumsily comfort him, "We will be back soon, Yun Qing will help us, and the saints will also help us. Yihe, don't cry."
Zhong Guanyuan was really afraid that if he cried, he would miss his destination and fly directly to the South China Sea.
"Well..." The voice was still choked.
Also, Ji Yihe was young. Before he was found by Zhong Guanyuan, he was just an ordinary child squatting on the ground and playing in the mud all day long. He must have never considered disappearing from the world out of thin air. But Zhong Guanyuan can't control this. He can only try his best to do what he can. He is not sure whether the result is good or bad, whether people live or die.
"Yihe, open your eyes quickly and see where we are!" Zhong Guanyuan was almost collapsed by him, "Ancestor, I beg you, please stop crying!"
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In the realm of the devil without delusion, the demon sect of desire in the sky, drunken life and dream of death in the building.
Even though the war is raging outside, there is still singing and dancing in this building, and the romance remains the same. Countless curtains were replaced with light purple, one layer after another, and melodious singing came from the middle. Every time you think you can see the dancers when you lift the curtain, all you see is another curtain. The illusion array is arranged in an extremely strict manner. Those who enter the array will be confused and unable to extricate themselves if they are not good at cultivation.
Gong Zhen, dressed in red, walked among them. The curtain in front of her was lifted up by the dancers and singers, and she led without any obstacles to the deepest part of the drunken dream building.
She stopped in front of the last curtain, and the sound of drinking and singing could be heard from inside, and whispers continued. Gong Zhen waved her hand and retreated to the left and right, and said in a deep voice to the curtain: "Master, there is news from the Huangquan Temple."
The trivial sounds inside disappeared instantly, leaving only one person sitting alone behind the curtain.
"What's the news?" Mei Guang's voice was soft and hoarse, and the scent of glamor could be faintly smelled between the words.
Gong Zhen looked solemn: "Venerable Huang Quan has given orders and orders that the entire territory must be dispatched to clear the South China Sea as quickly as possible. Should we send the disciples of the Wuwu Dao outside the Wuwu Demon Realm?"
"Do you still want to make the same mistake as the Destroying Demon Sect?" Meguang's voice calmed down and gradually became consistent with usual.
Gong Zhen stood with his head bowed, with a respectful expression: "If Demon Lord Huangquan really wants to attack us, then it will be useless to leave half of the people like the Demon Sect of Destruction. What's more, Demon Lord Huangquan has never expressed his intention to eradicate our sect. Master We should focus on the overall situation and quickly..."
"Okay, I understand." Meguang interrupted her, "The disciples of Wuqingdao are staying, and so are you. Don't mention this matter again."
Gongzhen didn't seem to expect her master to be so cold. She was stunned, unable to say the words "disciple, obey orders".
"Is there anything else?" Seeing Gong Zhen's delay in answering and leaving, Mei Guang said, "If not, just leave."
Gong Zhen frowned slightly, and she could tell that he was a little impatient in what he said: "Master, the longer the Demon Army fights outside, the longer the Demon Realm will be empty inside. If such a big flaw is always exposed, it will inevitably not allow people to take advantage of it. The top priority now is to eradicate the loose cultivators in the South China Sea and prepare for the expansion of the demonic realm... "
"I said, stay." Meguang once again interrupted her admonishment, and her tone was as simple and rude as she had ever seen before.
Gongzhen straightened up and looked inside the curtain in disbelief: "Master!"
"If you have nothing else to do, just step back." Meguang said mercilessly, "There is no need to go to Nanhai, and there is no need to go to the Demon Lord in the future."
"What on earth are you..."
"I don't trust her." Mei Guang told Gong Zhen bluntly, "I felt something was wrong from the moment she beguiled you to destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect. She doesn't care about the devil in her heart. She doesn't deserve the name of Huangquan. "
Gong Zhen was dumbfounded, while Mei Guang's attitude had always been very gentle. He could sarcastically but not openly. But now she expressed her attitude bluntly in front of Gong Zhen. She did not want to work for Huang Quan now.
"The Venerable has his own reasons, and the Saint has also acquiesced. I think we will probably be able to understand these plans in the future." Gong Zhen tried to excuse what Venerable Huangquan did, but only came from behind the curtain. A faint sneer.
"Lord Saint doesn't necessarily believe her much, he only keeps her because she is still needed now." The meaning in Mei Guang's words was very cruel, "Why do you think he placed Zhu Shu's direct disciple next to Huang Quan? I trust the Lord Saint, because he is the barrier of the devil, and he is an existence that can dedicate everything to the devil."
"Isn't it Huangquan?"
Meguang shook his head and smiled: "How is that possible? Huangquan Biluo has always pursued eternity. Who cares about inheritance after eternity? Who will go back to deal with the orthodoxy in the dire straits?"
Gongzhen took a step forward, raised his hand and placed it on the curtain, sighing: "Isn't Master also pursuing eternity? All practitioners in the world are no exception... In this case, there is no need to use this to criticize Huang Quan. His Holiness’s?”
"Gong Zhen, it seems that you are determined to be on the same boat with that Huang Quan." Mei Guang's voice sounded a little regretful.
Gong Zhen replied respectfully: "I don't dare, I'm just aggrieved for the Venerable. What's more..."
Meguang chuckled and asked, "What's more?"
"What my disciples pursue is also eternity!"
Two red rays of light came down from Gong Zhen's hands, and the light purple curtain was torn into pieces by the cold ruthless Dao Qi. Countless tiny tulles are flying in the air, and the surge of true energy lifts up the layers of curtains around it. The deepest part of the deep dream building seems as blurry as a fantasy.
Scarlet magic lines flowed on the backs of Gong Zhen's hands, which were the brand of the ruthless path. They were similar to the big sun and black celestial wheel on Yun Qing's wrist. Practitioners who are gifted in a certain lineage often bear these special marks. They can obtain more powerful power from these marks. This power is generally linked to the degree of compatibility. There is no doubt that Gong Zhen's attainments in the ruthless path are extraordinary.
There was murderous intent in every fragment. When all the curtain fragments fell, Gong Zhen saw that there was no one behind the curtain.
A soft, hoarse laugh came from behind her: "What kind of soup did she fill you with, and you don't even recognize me?"
Meguang came slowly, with a hint of sadness in his expression. This emotion was suppressed, making one's heart feel sour.
The moment Gong Zhen saw her, she remembered what happened when she was a child. She was carried back to the sect by her master, practiced the ruthless way under the care of her senior sisters and brothers, and folded her hands into her sleeves under the distracted eyes of the enemy. Every failure will be forgiven by this woman, and every success will be affirmed by this woman. Both teacher and mother, Gong Zhen grew up under the eyes of this person. She is Gong Zhen's biggest causal bond in this world.
"No matter how good the soup is, it can't compare to Master's Seven Emotions."
Gongzhen's smile was gentle and generous. The red lines in her hands became more and more dense, and finally flowed down like water and condensed into a pair of red swords.
Come on, come on and fight!