There was a big hole on the top of the Underworld Temple, but the Demon Saint tried to repair it before anyone discovered it. The material used was Yun Qing's Yama Demon Sacred Body. "Elegant*Wen*Words*First*Fa" After the vitality essence of the sacred body of Yama was swallowed by Yun Qing, an empty shell was left behind. This thing grew so big by eating from the Underworld Temple. There is nothing to say. Some bones had to be cut out from its body to make up for the damage.
In any case, Mo Dao made a profit this time, after all, Yun Qing found a way to recall Huang Quan.
But Huang Quan's current condition is not very good.
"Blood." A clear voice echoed in the empty temple. Although this voice could not be said to be lonely, it was definitely not close to him. "Fish and bones, brains, hair, and everything else."
The demonic saint was leaning against the wall, rubbing his temples and looking like he had a headache.
"I want to reshape my body."
In the center of the Underworld Temple, the place where the magic pattern used to be was replaced by a small spring, which spurted out sticky blood. The woman in the blood pool was lying comfortably. Her soft and fragile body was not threatening, but her expression was like a king.
She raised her head, pointed her chin at the demonic saint by the wall, and said seriously: "Can you understand me?"
The demonic saint looked even more troubled: "Yes."
"I said, I need blood, flesh and blood, brain marrow..." Huang Quan repeated these words again.
The demon saint interrupted her: "The blood has been given to you."
Huang Quan looked at the pool of blood bubbling around him, frowned and said, "It's not enough. I need enough blood to fill the Wangchuanji River, enough to fill the flesh and blood of the Wuwu Demon Realm, enough..."
The Demon Saint interrupted her again: "Why do you have to reshape your body?"
Huang Quan looked at him in disbelief, then stood up from the blood pool and turned around: "Don't you think this body is too fragile? There are no scales, no sharp claws, no bone spurs... The demon who led me The body is still barely visible, but it has been hollowed out by that person."
The Demonic Saint raised his hand to expand the blood pool by a generation, and the blood rose to cover her young female body: "This is enough. The Holy Master only needs supreme supernatural powers and an understanding of the rules."
Huang Quan's face darkened, and she looked at the Demon Saint coldly: "Without the body, I will be in a bad mood, just like you going out without clothes."
The demon saint shrugged indifferently: "I won't be in a bad mood if I don't wear it. What's more, you have a physical body now, and you are using your physical body to bargain with me."
Huang Quan's face turned even more ugly. Her face was gloomy and soaked in blood, and her hair was wet, like a shark with red eyes.
The Demonic Sage raised his eyes and looked at her for a while: "You are very different from what I imagined. Do the ancient gods and demons all have such magnanimity as yours? The fake guy before looked more reliable than you. "Ya*wen*yan* The *first* episode of love』"
Huang Quan shrank into the blood, only revealing two bright red eyes. Her voice came from the water: "It's just a remnant soul. She can't bring all Huang Quan back. That's what God can do..." of."
The Demon Saint had already guessed this possibility, so he was not too surprised: "The remnant soul is enough. It is the powerful remnant soul of the senior."
Huang Quan looked at him gloomily, his red eyes looking more ominous against the blood: "Just know this, you'd better not be too presumptuous."
The Demon Saint shook his head and smiled: "Yes, yes."
He looked very perfunctory, which made Huang Quan very dissatisfied. Her words penetrated the water and came out with a "gurgling" sound: "I am lucky to have a remnant soul, but Bi Luo can't leave anything behind."
"I'm not asking you to leave anything behind. It's not like this monastic world can't go on without you two." The Demonic Saint didn't seem to care very much. He walked from the corner to the edge of the blood pool, lowered his head and said to Huang Quan. , "It's great to have you, but it doesn't matter if I lose you. We have already made this realization."
Huang Quan raised the corners of his lips sarcastically and smiled: "My shadow has remained until now, but now you have turned your back and no longer recognizes me. You are really capable."
The demon saint narrowed his eyes, and the sarcasm on his face was no less than that of the other person: "I really have to thank Huang Quan for dismembering the good orthodoxy of the demon into what it is now. Although Bi Luo himself died, but the large group of gods But a lot of them stayed."
On the surface, it seems that the orthodox demonic path was able to survive by putting its core power into the Wuwu Demonic Realm during the battle at the Broken Blue Summit. Shinto has completely disappeared in the long river of history, and there is no trace of it anymore. In fact, the Demonic Way, which was on par with Shinto in the past, has lost most of its inheritance, and can only barely stand on an equal footing with the Seven Holy Lands today. Shinto is completely preserved in the Heavenly Palace through the layout of Biluo, just waiting for an opportunity to return to the world.
Huang Quan sank himself to the bottom of the pool, sat down with his knees crossed, and a bunch of bubbles popped up above his head: "I fell first, and then Biluo was punished by heaven and followed me. He was originally prepared, so was my failure to stay behind. It makes sense.”
The demonic saint finally heard Huang Quan mention the topic he wanted to know, so he asked without leaving any trace: "Kill you preparedly, and then commit suicide for your love?"
"There is no love and no heart, as is the case with Biluo Huangquan." Huang Quan's voice sounded more and more serious, and she answered seriously, "We have escaped from fate, and nothing in this world can hurt us anymore. Only Tiandao and Daoqi can do it. At that time, Wudao disappeared, and the Daoqi in their hands had been damaged a lot by Tiandao. Later, Biluo retrieved this thing. Now thinking about it... I suspect that he was probably the one who did it. Hands and feet.”
"What tricks?" The Demon Saint felt that the key to the matter was coming, "Why do you do this?"
Huang Quan's head emerged from the blood pool with a crash, and his expression was extremely deep. The Demonic Saint sat at attention, ready to listen to her explanation.
"I don't know." But he only waited for these three words.
Huang Quan continued as a matter of course: "Knowing that I would not perish, but it was really a big mistake to hand over Tao chess to Shinto back then."
"Is that thing really useful?" The Demonic Saint could only retreat and ask simpler questions. Originally, the disappearance of witchcraft greatly damaged Daoqi. After the disappearance of Shinto, Daoqi was completely destroyed by the way of heaven. The monastic world has lost Daoqi for a hundred thousand years. It is normal for people today to know nothing about it.
Huang Quan replied nonchalantly: "It depends on the level of the chess player. If you play well, you will be useful. If you play poorly, you will die."
In fact, Daoqi was also in a semi-lost state during her time. Although it was later recovered by Biluo, it may not be as proficient as Wu Dao in how to use it. Because of the demise of witchcraft, Huang Quan at that time also understood the huge risks involved in Taoist chess, and she did not fight for this thing from Bi Luo. In other words, at that time, the only one who really came into contact with Aisle Chess was Bi Luo.
The Demon Saint was very suspicious of her words: "In terms of the level of the layout, Bi Luo can't be bad at all, right?"
"If you are worse than the Tao of Heaven, you will be hopeless." Huang Quan poured the blood on his shoulders and said mockingly, "I really don't know where the self-confidence of the ascetics lies. The Tao seed when you enter the Tao comes from the apocalypse, and you can use the Tao seed to understand The rules belong to the way of heaven. Even if you deprive a little bit of power from the way of heaven after joining the way, won't you still have to return it to heaven in the end? After all, what does a practitioner have that belongs to him? He has been living in the false power given by the way of heaven. Even then, he keeps saying that he wants to defy heaven, which is really ridiculous... "
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and finally she sank directly into the water and stopped talking.
How ridiculous.
The monks are really ridiculous.
And she, who is also a monk, is really... so ridiculous.
But no matter how ridiculous it is, I still want to go down. The desire to explore spiritual things will never be satisfied. Even if they take the way of heaven as their own, they will move towards broader and far-reaching places in the future.
The demon saint stood quietly by the blood pool for a while, then reached out and touched the surface of the pool: "Come out quickly."
Huang Quan made a bunch of bubbles underneath and said nothing.
"Come out, I have something to ask you."
Huang Quan showed two red eyes: "What's the matter?"
The Demonic Saint approached and asked, "Do you know what is written in the Book of Heaven?"
Huang Quan looked at him a little strangely for a while: "What is the Book of Heaven?"
"..." The Demonic Saint sorted out the chronology a little bit. Huang Quan fell first, and then Bi Luo fell again. It seems that Bi Luo prepared to leave the Book of Heaven after Huang Quan died.
He explained it succinctly and clearly: "The Wordless Heavenly Book is a hidden secret. The Qing Emperor said that it contains secrets."
Huang Quan closed her eyes and calculated for a while, as if she was looking for the heavenly book. After a while, she opened her eyes: "You actually believe this. Anyway, I died once and will never believe what God says again."
"Tell me what's written on it." The Demonic Sage felt that it was impossible to expect Huangquan to help the Demonic Way reverse the situation in a short time, but there were many ancient secrets that he could ask her for advice. After all, Biluo Huangquan should know each other relatively well. of.
Huang Quan raised his hand and drew a circle of blood. In the center was the inconspicuous tortoise-shell Book of Heaven. The marks on it were a bit messy and did not look meaningful at all.
She nodded and said suddenly: "You said this."
The Demon Saint also stared at the Book of Heaven: "Yes."
Huang Quan frowned, with some disdain in his eyes: "The words are really ugly."
The Demon Saint also frowned, as if he didn't believe it: "Is it really a word?"
The characters of the Age of Gods and Demons have not yet been completely created, and each tribe has its own way of writing, which basically changes within fifty years, so it is very common to have strange calligraphy and painting symbols.
Huang Quan nodded and poked at the two obvious symbols on the heavenly book: "Qingyun, these are the two characters."
The demon saint touched the silver jewelry in his hand and asked, "Do you mean the secret is hidden in the blue clouds?"
This statement is normal, but "Bi Luo placed the secret treasure above the blue clouds" is simply nonsense. He himself is a god who is high above the blue clouds, so of course he will leave his position in the blue sky there after his death. Huang Quan felt that people nowadays were just making a fuss out of trivial matters. He was about to throw away the image, but suddenly he noticed something. She stared closely at the two symbols and read them over and over again. For a moment, she had no time to answer the Demon Saint's questions.
"What's wrong?" The Demon Saint also looked carefully several times, but the messy symbols were still in a mess, and nothing could be seen at all.
"No." Huang Quan seemed a little unsure, "It's not Qingyun."
Before the Demon Saint could say anything, she grabbed him and said, "Come here and see."
The demonic saint jumped into the blood pool doubtfully, squatted at a similar angle to her, and followed the gestures of her fingertips to observe these two words.
"That's what it says." Huang Quan traced the scratches.
The demon saint asked: "Then?"
Huang Quan turned around and glared at him, his face full of disdain: "You don't know how to read."
The demon saint felt that he was innocent: "I can read."
"Don't you see that this is backwards?" Huang Quan pointed his finger at it again and wrote it from beginning to end. "According to the writing order at that time, these two characters were Qingyun. But it was written backwards. Yes, you should pay attention to the coherence between the strokes, from here to here, this continuous stroke, this adhesion... "
"It's Yun Qing."