"Teacher--"
The light and joyful voice echoed in the inner demon palace. en8.
"where are you?"
The patter of footsteps is getting faster and faster, and the girl in the flower skirt is running, chasing the illusion of invisible inner demons.
"Master, can you please come out? A Qi won't hate you anymore!"
Jiang Qi hugged Liang Zhu, and then ran to the front seat to take a look, but she couldn't find her master.
Yi Xin was standing not far from her, with a kind and calm expression. Jiang Qi couldn't see him, as if he was blind. In Jiang Qi's eyes, the Inner Demon Palace was crowded with all kinds of monsters. Every inch of land was buried with dirty demonic thoughts, and the surrounding area was like a quagmire, making it difficult to move forward. But in Yi Xin's eyes, this inner demon palace was quiet and peaceful, with only him and his disciples desperately looking for him.
When you are obsessed with lust, you cannot see the people who really care about you. When there are no distracting thoughts in your mind, important things will naturally emerge.
Yi Xin lowered his voice, stroked his beard and said, "I am here."
But Jiang Qi couldn't hear anything.
"Master, Master! Master, you don't like A Qi anymore! Are you going to throw A Qi away?" Jiang Qi's voice was filled with tears. She squatted in front of the seat and began to wipe her tears.
Yi Xin stood there, looked at her and replied: "... my teacher is here."
"Master, do you really don't want A Qi? A Qi will be obedient in the future!" Jiang Qi cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and he sounded very pitiful as he sobbing.
"Master is here." Yi Xin could only repeat this sentence. In this palace of inner demons, those who cannot hear are still unable to hear, those who cannot see are still unable to see, and those who do not understand will not understand no matter how many times they say it.
"A Qi hates Master... Please tell A Qi where you are, please?" Jiang Qi shouted a few more words, his expression became more and more sad, and his eyes were red and bleeding.
"I'm by your side." Yi Xin repeated patiently, no matter how many times Jiang Qi asked, he told her that she had not left.
Jiang Qi didn't know how long she cried, and finally fell asleep in a daze. Yi Xin kept stroking her white beard to answer her words, not even missing a word she said in her sleep.
"Master, why don't you look better?" Jiang Qi lay on the seat and drooled.
"Because I'm old and I can't be prettier than A Qi."
"Master, will you throw A Qi away?" Jiang Qi turned over.
"Won't."
"Master, why did you take A Qi in?" Jiang Qi's voice became weaker and weaker.
"Because I don't want A Qi to be sad."
"Has Master ever lied to A Qi?" Jiang Qi's voice was almost inaudible.
"No." The old man who was known as "Deceiving the World" replied.
Jiang Qi stopped making any sound, she had fallen asleep. Yi Xin let her lie like this in the inner demon palace, turned around and was about to leave. He is about to rush to the battlefield in the South China Sea and may not be able to come back within the next twenty years.
He was a little worried about the child Xinjiang Qi.
Yi Xin sighed, and suddenly his expression changed. A pair of dark claws stretched out from his feet. The claws were extremely slender, not like humans or other animals. The black claws tied his legs like ropes, and his fingers spread out and stuck into the flesh and bones.
"As for A Qi, he has never deceived Master." Jiang Qi stood up from his seat and smiled innocently, "A Qi hates you."
The Inner Demon Palace was boiling, like purgatory, with countless monsters emerging from all directions. Yi Xin closed his eyes, but the screams of the monsters continued, and he knew that he was in a restless state of mind. en8.
"Ah, Master, did you see something?" Jiang Qi laughed so hard, "It must be the same thing that A Qi saw! Ever since he started practicing the inner demon path, these things have never disappeared from A Qi's eyes. It happened. A Qi dug out his own eyes, but he could still see them. A Qi was so scared that he dug out the maid's eyes and put them back on."
"It's all your fault."
Jiang Qi's voice suddenly turned cold: "It's fine if you don't give me anything. Why give me something and then let me fall into the pain of longing? Will the way I struggle with my inner demons make you happy?"
Yi Xin remained silent and didn't speak. The claws climbed up from his legs little by little, and finally grabbed his throat.
Jiang Qi suddenly held his head and cried: "A Qi hates Master the most! A Qi is really in pain, Master, look! These ** are close to endless!"
Tide-like monsters poured out from every corner. The inner demon palace was immediately buried, and nothing could be seen around it. Every monster is incomplete, just like the summoner's own heart. Although it is not perfect, it is extremely powerful, twisted and deformed.
"This is just the only way to go through the inner demon path." Yi Xin explained calmly.
Jiang Qi cried and laughed again. She walked towards Yi Xin around her braids: "Hehe, Master is a liar. A Qi doesn't believe a word of Master's words."
"You are too deeply possessed, be careful not to come back."
Jiang Qi pouted, looking cute and cute, and she said angrily: "A Qi doesn't care, A Qi can just become a true demon. A Qi wants to turn himself into an inner demon."
"This is a taboo in the path of inner demons." Venerable Yi Xin's voice became increasingly harsh, and the black claw strangled his throat, preventing him from making any sound.
Jiang Qi watched Yi Xin being tortured by the claws with pleasure, and said with a smile: "How can you deceive the world if you can't even deceive yourself?"
"Does a person who has even deceived himself really know what it means to deceive the world?" Yi Xin's retort was still calm. He didn't need to speak, and his voice naturally swayed through the inner demon palace. His mood gradually stabilized, and the evil surrounding him receded slightly, but Jiang Qi, who was gradually approaching, was obviously more dangerous than all kinds of inner demons. Because as she said herself, she is the most powerful inner demon in the entire inner demon palace.
"Master, you'll know after you give it a try." Jiang Qi came closer, stood on tiptoes and pulled his beard, just like he did when he was playing around in his childhood.
There was so much malice in her eyes that Yi Xin saw that she had completely lost her human form and turned into a demonic thought in nothingness.
This demonic thought crowded in the inner demon palace, opened its sharp-toothed mouth from every part of the body, and bit all the inner demons to death in three or two strokes. Jiang Qi's way of fighting his inner demon was not to suppress it at all, but to find a way to create a more powerful inner demon to devour it. In this way, she will endlessly pursue more powerful inner demons, and this growth will only end when the inner demons devour her own.
Yi Xin sighed, and the black claws on his body collapsed inch by inch. He took a step out of the Heart Demon Palace: "Stay there, I will go to the South China Sea first. You will be fine after the demon transformation period passes."
Jiang Qizheng wanted to chase him out, but the door of the Heart Demon Palace suddenly closed, and a heavy seal was slapped on the door. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't push it open.
"Hehe, Master, the bad guy... locked up A Qi again..."
Jiang Qi lowered her head, her expression covered by her forehead. She smiled, but her hot eyes hit her white fingers.
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The war in the South China Sea was in full swing. Led by the Six Paths of Hell Demon Sect Yidu and the Hell Demon Sect Zhushu, the major demon sects in Wuwu Demon Realm wiped out most of the demonic forces like a whirlwind. But this is only the beginning of the "cleansing" of the devil. Those small forces must be pulled out one by one, and all traces of the existence of the devil's casual cultivators must be destroyed. The original secret book and rubbings cannot be left, even those with relevant... All the talismans and utensils must be destroyed.
This news shocked the entire monastic world, and soon, other news about Wuwu Demon Realm also came out intermittently.
The inheritance of the Destruction Heavenly Demon Sect, which was the main fighting force in the Wuwu Demon Realm, was destroyed, and even the mountain gate was occupied by a sect that had never been heard of before. Meguang, the leader of the Huatian Desire Demon Sect, died unexpectedly, and Gong Zhen, the first direct descendant, succeeded him as the leader. Jiang Qi, the direct descendant of the Demon Sect that deceives the world, was imprisoned and there was no further news.
There is something even more shocking.
The demon saint Sheng Tianxiang retreated to the Huangquan Temple, presumably to recuperate from his injuries. This move temporarily put the demon in a dangerous situation without a saint. And the Holy Lord of Underworld, who has always been rumored to be a god, officially left the Six Paths of Yama Sect and began to take charge of the Underworld Temple himself. This also adds a lot of authenticity to the news that the Demonic Saint is in retreat, because she is most likely protecting the Demonic Saint.
The monastic community has not yet recovered from this series of shocking events, and another news broke out again.
The orthodox demonic path has completely wiped out the scattered cultivators in the South China Sea, and the entire army has withdrawn from the South China Sea and returned to the Demonic Realm of Wuwu, and then—
News came from the Huangquan Temple that the Wuwu Demon Realm will be closed for a hundred years from today. During this period, the Demonic Orthodoxy will not leave the Demonic Realm, nor will it participate in any Daoist expeditions.
As soon as the news came out, almost everyone in the monastic community had only one guess: something happened to the demonic saint.
It was a bit wrong for the demonic saints to retreat from the beginning. They were already at the top of the entire monastic world, so what was the use of retreating anymore? So he was probably injured in some way and needed to rest. And now that Huang Quan has directly announced to block the Wuwu Demon Realm, this speculation has almost been confirmed. If it were not for the Demonic Saints who were unable to protect the orthodoxy of the Demonic Way, then they would never shrink back into the turtle shell that had stayed for a hundred thousand years.
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Soon after, the East China Sea, Fangzhang Domain.
"Lord Saint..." Su Xin wiped her hands clean, leaned against the towering rocks, and sighed, "I wonder what the situation is in the Demon Realm now."
Linjun stood solemnly on the beach: "Hey, I haven't been away for long, so why do I suddenly feel like I've been away from another world. Even when our master passed away, we couldn't catch up with him for his funeral. This is really... "
"Don't mention this." Su Xin looked unhappy.
Linjun shook his head and said uneasily: "Huang Quan has known about this for a long time."
"She said, no matter what news comes out, don't panic, we just need to do what we are doing." Su Xin calmly taught him a lesson, "Now the most important thing is to take Fang Zhang Territory strongly. , otherwise the monastic world will easily mistakenly think that the demon realm is easy to bully, and it will be difficult if flies come to attack the realm gate."
Linjun understood the truth here, but he still couldn't let go: "Don't we really need to go back to the Demon Realm to take a look?"
Su Xin scolded mercilessly: "If nothing happens, what are you going to do back? If something happens, do you think the two of us can turn things around?"
Linjun covered his ears: "Yes, attack the Zhang area first."
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South wind, deep in the mountains.
"Medium rare." Long Huai stared at the golden barbecue and drooled, "Turn it over again."
Bi Fang yawned, stretched out his wings, and the whole piece of barbecue was burnt. Long Huai's expression suddenly changed, the sky and the earth were turbulent, and the golden dragon shadow was tumbling endlessly.
"You... want... to die?"
Bi Fang was not afraid of her at all. He waved his wings and hovered over her head with disdain and said: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. I have never seen you do anything serious."
"Aren't you eating too! What can you say to me!" Long Huai sneered.
Bi Fang was particularly calm: "I still sing in my sleep."
"Bah, so you call that thing a song?" Long Huai's hands turned into dragon claws, and he raised them directly to knock Bifang off his head, but Bifang was so nimble and agile that she couldn't touch him at all.
"Can't you understand the bird language? That's the song." Bi Fang's tone became colder and colder, almost leaving an afterimage when he flew, "You are just howling."
"Look, I won't eat you today!" Long Huai was furious and instantly turned into a golden dragon and flew into the sky, chasing after Bi Fang closely.
On the island in the middle of the lake not far away, the demon saint looked at the two of them with a smile, and gently closed the bone umbrella in his hand: "It's so good to be young..."
She looked towards the south with some worry in her eyes: "And we are all old."
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Fengdu City, Luofu Mountain.
At this time, the mountains and fields were filled with little ghosts, the ground was in a mess, and fighting continued all around, and there was no intact land in sight. The young man in green shirt holds a peach blossom fan in his hand and carries a ten-stringed harp on his back. Walking on this battlefield is as comfortable as outing in spring.
"Song Liyou..."
The ghost general not far away was pierced through the chest by countless weapons and was firmly nailed to the top of the mountain. He looked at Song Liyou with complicated eyes, sighed and stopped talking.
"Any last words?" Song Liyou unfolded his fan and gently covered his nose. There is a strong smell of decay nearby, and people with low cultivation level will almost die if they smell it.
"The Ghost Saint is not benevolent." Du Ziren, the Southern Ghost Emperor who controls Luofu Mountain, said angrily, "The Ghost Saint is not benevolent!"
Song Liyou suddenly laughed and said, "Are you kidding me? How can a benevolent person be regarded as a ghost saint? Shouldn't he be a human saint?"
Du Ziren was so angry when he saw his mocking expression that he almost choked to death. He said: "I, Luofushan, am so loyal and loyal, but I was put in this situation by a treacherous villain like you."
Song Liyou suddenly felt a sense of officialdom. He closed his fan and patted Du Ziren's head, and then said: "If you are loyal, you don't have to be destroyed? If you think too much, the devil's way has even destroyed the Destruction Demon Sect. Saint So what if I destroy Luofu Mountain for you? You have to devote yourself to the orthodoxy, just be more open-minded."
Du Ziren spurted a mouthful of blood far away. Song Liyou shook his hand and instantly unfolded his peach blossom fan, blocking the blood: "Oh, you have learned how to spit blood at others? No wonder I was so ruthless."
Song Liyou stretched out a hand to the person beside him and said: "Hundreds of strategies."
The man was tall and tall, with a gentle and gentle face. He handed out a jade flute and said with a smile: "You don't want to play a piece of music that will make him die."
Song Liyou was unhappy. He took the flute and complained: "My hands are dirty, and my senior brother still mocks me like this. It's really not easy for me."
As he spoke, he thrust the jade flute through Du Ziren's eyes with lightning speed, directly piercing his head. His little bit of intelligence was instantly dimmed. Song Liyou smiled and pulled out the jade flute Baiji, which was stained with red and white viscous liquid, from Du Ziren's head, and then handed it to the senior brother beside him.
"Song Liyou! I'm going to kill you!" The other party's scream instantly echoed throughout Luofu Mountain.
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South wind, walking on the Temple of Heaven.
"Qingchen, this is the Yantian Palace file that has been in existence for a hundred years. Go and turn it into a jade slip and send it to the law enforcement disciples. Remember to return the original copy to Yantian Palace. If you miss a page, they will blame you to death. .”
The man wearing the sacrificial robes of the Temple of Heaven nodded silently, then quickly sorted out the files and began to make rubbings. His hand brushed through one case after another that Yan Tiangong had recorded, and he suddenly found a familiar figure.
The file records that in the early autumn of the 144th year of Anping in the New Year, the Hundred Flowers Festival, a grand humanistic event, was broken into by demon disciples. The intruder was seriously injured by the national master and fled. After that, Yan Tiangong sent ten law enforcement disciples to pursue this person, but there was no news for two years.
Qingchen's hand only paused for a short while, and soon he skipped this part and started rubbing other contents. I don't know how long it took, but a large pile of files were all put into the jade slips by him. He kneaded and put everything away. Suddenly he saw the piece of paper he had just skipped, and his expression became a little complicated.
"Yellow Spring..."
I don’t know how true she is about helping him revive the Earth Fire Sect.
"Pullingleng—"
Vivid birdsong came from the window. Qingchen looked back and saw a beautiful letter bird standing on the window railing. He smiled, reached out and took the bird into his arms. He felt the mark left by the man on his forehead feel faintly hot, the chirping of the trustbird gradually became quieter, and an inheritance called "Tao of the Sun" slowly flowed into his soul.
It’s another ordinary and dull day.