The imperial capital of Gaya, behind the gates of the palace, is deep between the curtains.
"Hey, beauty? Beauty, where are you?"
At least a thousand candles were lit in the entire majestic and dignified palace, illuminating the whole palace brightly. The corners of the surrounding tables and chairs are wrapped in soft silk and satin, for fear of bumping into the playful emperor. In the shadows of those colonnades are the palace servants who serve the emperor, their presence is very low, and they will not disturb the people who are playing at all. A pale-skinned young man was wearing a golden casual dress, covering his eyes with one hand, and fumbling with the other hand between the curtains, shouting words like "beauty" incessantly.
The face of this young man in golden clothes was extremely beautiful, like finely crafted ceramics, and the most noble blood on this continent flowed under every inch of his skin.
He is the son of Gaya, the king of heaven, with boundless honor.
Gong Zhen walked slowly in front of Emperor Gaya, avoiding his touch every time.
Emperor Gaya was finally a little impatient, he wanted to move his hand away to see where his beauty was. But as soon as the fingertips moved, a piece of red rope was pulled on the chin. The sound was clear and crisp, and it was especially clear in the extremely empty palace. This day the Son of Heaven was beaten, but the rest of the palace servants were as cold as cicadas and did not dare to say a word. There was only a calm voice left in the whole palace.
"Tianshou, don't open your eyes." Gong Zhen gently held Gaya Tianshou's face, and licked the red mark on his chin little by little. She was taller than Gaya Tianshou, so she bowed her head and kissed her with a sense of pity.
Her black hair flowed down, covering Gaya Tianshou's hands and chest warmly like silk, and the end pierced the back of his hand little by little, really itching to the bone.
Gong Zhen's voice is hoarse and tactful, but it doesn't make waves but always gives people the illusion of affection. There was the sound of bubbling water between the lips and teeth and the lingering skin, and the tip of her tongue slid along the red scar just hit, which made Gaya Tianshou feel strangely paralyzed again in the pain. He froze in place, letting Gongzhen do whatever he wanted, hoping in his heart that the tip of his tongue could go up a little bit, and it would be best if he could taste that man's red lips, but he didn't dare to open his mouth.
Gong Zhen twisted his nose as punishment, then let go of his collar, and took a few steps back.
Gaya Tianshou felt her temperature go away, and his whole heart was empty for a moment, as if the most important things in his life were gone.
"Beauty? Beauty, where are you!?" Gaya Tianshou began to repeat these words again. He rubbed around in a panic and almost fell to the ground.
Gong Zhen lowered her eyes and looked at her nails with black peony tattoos without saying a word, letting him go mad and helpless.
"Could Tianshou only call me a beauty?" She waited for Gaya Tianshou to drop those priceless porcelains before suddenly asking indifferently.
Gaya Tianshou followed the voice, but it was a pity that Gongzhen was no longer in place at this time, he quickly said: "How do you want me to call you, beauty?"
Gong Zhen ignored him, Gaya Tianshou was startled, his whole heart was tugged, he felt that he must have made the other party unhappy, so he quickly said: "Beauty, wait until next year, this emperor's tomb will be repaired. How about I take you to see it?"
A smile slowly appeared on Gong Zhen's face, and she said softly: "Yes, yes. If Tianshou dies, he must stay with me."
Gaya Tianshoujun's face slowly turned red, reaching the base of his neck, and he whispered, "Okay."
"Even if Tianshou dies, he must die by my hands." Gong Zhen ran up to him cheerfully, teased him with the ends of her hair, and then reached into his relatively loose imperial robe.
At this time, all the palace people around were like stone statues, they didn't say a word, pretending they didn't see anything.
Although Gaya Tianshou wanted to kiss Fangze, he couldn't stand being teased by her like this. He took a step back and said in a hoarse voice: "Beauty..."
With a force in Gongzhen's hand, she directly pushed him down between the heavy curtains, she raised Gaya Tianshou's jaw and bit his lower lip, bit by bit, and sucked. Gaya Tenshou had the illusion that she was going to tear him apart, he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and let out a suppressed moan from his throat.
"So cute..." Gong Zhen opened his lips and teeth, and the tip of her tongue slid across his palate. The emperor was well maintained, and there was still a faint cool fragrance in his mouth. Gong Zhen couldn't help but go deeper, curling the root of his tongue, forcing him to let out an unbearable growl.
"Come on, call me by my name." Gong Zhen ended a suffocating kiss, her breath was still steady and long, her voice was soft and not flattering, but Gaya Tianshou could hear her bones crumble.
Gaya Tenshou's attention was on her hand that kept going down. He had a little difficulty breathing, and his face was unreasonably red. He rubbed against Gong Zhen, wanting her to lie down.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Gong Zhen's breath suddenly turned colder, and she continued: "Call me by my name, if it sounds nice, I will let you... lick my toes."
Her every word was like poison, forcefully poured into Gaya Tianshou's ears, and Gaya Tianshou uttered a few vague words, which did not satisfy her.
"Mozun Gongzhen?" A slightly frivolous voice came from outside the palace.
Gongzhen got up from Gaya Tianshou, like a beautiful snake slowly standing up, she smiled and looked at the green-clothed scholar by the door.
The phantom of Fengdu City was looming behind Song Liyou, he spread his peach blossom fan and walked in with a smile. As he stepped forward, all the surrounding palace people were invaded by ghost energy, and their faces were black and unconscious on the ground. Seeing his appearance, Gong Zhen immediately bowed her head and kissed him deeply, Gaya Tianshou's face flashed pink, and she also passed out.
"Why did the young city lord come here?" Gong Zhen threw Gaya Tianshou on the ground, walked around the heavy curtains and walked to the throne, then sat down with a flick of her clothes. She raised her legs and looked down at Song Liyou who was walking slowly. This direct descendant of the ghost way is the only disciple of Fengdu who has walked the world in recent years, so many people know him.
"I didn't know that Emperor Gaya had already been attacked by someone, so I ran here eagerly. I didn't expect to see you, Demon Lord, as soon as I rushed into the hall."
Song Liyou kicked the silent Gaya Tianshou on the ground, Gong Zhen's expression became serious: "Young City Master, you'd better not act rashly on the things I marked."
"What? Violated the demon's taboo?" Song Liyou spoke unreasonably, but he didn't touch Gaya Tianshou again.
"It violates the taboo of my Desire Demon Sect." Gong Zhen said softly, "Why did the Young City Lord come here? I don't remember Ghost Dao intending to intervene here."
Song Liyou said without apology: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know that the Demonic Dao would interfere with Beichuan."
"Now that I know, please let the young city master weigh it himself." Gong Zhen was still gentle and gentle, but her words were extremely forceful.
As soon as Song Liyou saw Gong Zhen, she felt that she had been bullied by Yun Qingkeng. In recent years, Zhu Wuxia and Huang Quan are the most famous of the Demonic Dao outside the world, and the descendants of the Huatian Desire Demon Sect are the descendants of the Huatian Desire Demon Sect. Countless heroes bowed down. The Huatian Desire Demon Sect has three orthodox lineages, the Dao of Seven Emotions, the Dao of Six Desires, and the most difficult Dao of Ruthless.
The Gongzhen demon in front of me entered the Tao with the ruthless way, and she has been here for a long time to occupy the Gaya king's spirit, which shows that the demon must be targeting the Gaya dynasty this time.
Song Liyou originally thought that Yun Qing wanted to stir up trouble, so it would be fine for him to help, but it would be different if the magic way came. He is the representative of Fengdu City in the human world. If he helps the Wudao Demon Realm, he will directly tie the ghost way to the devil way.
"When will he abdicate?" Song Liyou pointed at Gaya Tianshou with his fan.
Gong Zhen glanced affectionately at the unconscious emperor, and said with a joyful smile, "Hurry up, wait until I eat up Wang Qi."
"You left after that?" Song Liyou asked.
Gong Zhen nodded and understood what he meant: "At that time, the young city master can find someone to replace him, but this will soon become the second largest battlefield after Jiuming City, so the young city master should be careful."
Song Liyou raised his eyebrows and said, "Then don't bother the Demon Lord to worry."
All the lights in the hall were dimmed, and when the hall was lit up again, he had already disappeared in place.
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At the same time, the Six Paths of Yan Mozong, the battlefield of the Great Sun and Black Sky.
Yan Mo's holy body is completely bathed in the true flames of the great sun and black sky, but its scales are fine and its skin is as thick as a city wall, and it will not burn through it for a while. Although it couldn't burn through, the pain was still there. Yun Qing was closely related to Yan Mo's holy body, so she had to bear it naturally, so she didn't care about the pain at all.
Yun Qing took Kunwu back to the scroll, and made seals with both hands, and the true energy of the big sun and black sky wheel gradually brought the breath of destroying everything.
"The big sun and the black sky wheel, there is no birth and no beginning!" The moment Yun Qing completed the spell, Lin Jun in the hands of Yan Mo's holy body also released a clear light. This is a great image of pure light, which was born out of Buddhism. The light contains the meaning of compassion, and excludes all dirty and evil ways.
A round of black sun rises in the Great Sun Pure Land, and the unstoppable destructive power spreads to every place with the dark sunlight. Yan Mo's holy body was eroded by the clear light, and all his hands and feet disappeared, but that clear light was quickly suppressed by Yun Qing's image of no birth and no beginning. The great sun is the omniscience of all things, and the black sky is the irresistible sinking and destruction. Under this reality of no birth and no beginning, all existence is wiped out. Whether it is light or darkness, they are all annihilated in the gap that has no beginning and end.
"Hiding the soul and beaming the gods!" Lin Jun let out a violent roar, and his figure left the range covered by the image of no birth and no beginning in the blink of an eye.
Yun Qing sighed inwardly, but she was still a step behind. Her original plan was to trap Lin Jun with Yan Mo's holy body, become an image of no birth and no beginning during this time, and then kill Lin Jun in one fell swoop before he escaped. But Linjun's skill was faster than her. When she was ready for the image of no birth and no beginning, Linjun had already used the great magic image of pure light and the hidden soul beam to escape at the same time. The opponent's spells are like flowing clouds and flowing water, like flying waterfalls, not only fast, but also powerful.
"The View of Dry Bones!" Lin Jun didn't use the mantra again, he just joined hands behind Yan Mo's body, and the gray mist covered the Yan Mo's body. Yun Qing felt that life was passing under the gray mist, Yan Mo's body gradually shrank, his skin withered, his bones protruded, and his muscles weakened. This is a common way of thinking in the orthodoxy of the magic way. The nine major magic schools all have this way of thinking, and it is mostly used to temper the heart of the Tao and resist the demons.
Lin Jun's understanding of Taoism is far beyond that of his predecessors. Whether it is the retrograde red lotus karma fire phenomenon or the idea of plundering vitality with the concept of dry bones, these are all reconstructions after a thorough understanding of the lineage inheritance. He stepped on the shoulders of his predecessors and went one step further than them.
"This talent..."
Yun Qing sighed silently in her heart, and decisively cut off the connection between herself and the holy body of Yan Mo. In the end, the majestic and majestic holy body of Yan Mo was left with only a pile of dry bones, which collapsed suddenly.
Destiny has never been favored by more than one person, and it has never been blessed by great luck. The most indispensable thing in this troubled world is genius. Eldest brother Lin Jun has such a talent for creating laws that far surpasses Yunqing, but he is not considered top-notch in the entire realm of no delusion. And Zhu Wuxia, who is top-notch in the direct succession of Wuhuang Demon Realm, dare not say that she is the number one of her generation. She confronted Qingxuzi in the East China Sea, and she was only five or five, not to mention Shenyinmen and Shenxiaozi who stabilized Qingxuzi .
In addition to them, there are many orthodox descendants whose strength is unknown: Gentleman Qianyuan Dao Zhongsui, Taiji Sword Yi Gong Fuxin, Vientiane Senluo Luhe Loupei, ancient monster clan Lu Wu, Qiongqi...
There are countless strong people among the young generation today, as if the cultivation world that had been silent for countless years was waiting to erupt at this moment. Now all the descendants have the same level of talent and luck, it is really not easy to break through this dangerous fight.
Yun Qing stared blankly for a while at the body of Yan Mo who fell down suddenly, no matter how strong the physical body is, it can't be the glory of life and death...
Lin Jun pressed on every step, and a black sun slowly rose in his hand: "The sun is dark and the sky is dark, and the rotation is protracted!"
Yun Qing raised her hand, as if she touched the irresistible force of destruction in the air, this is death. She can clearly see the withering of every bit of vitality, the Dao Seed is growing vigorously, and every tiny bit of Dao becomes the power to ripen it.
"Yan Mo destroys the wheel of delusion, and destroys the elephant of life and death!"
The black big sun and sky wheel in Yun Qing's hand turned into the silver Yan Mo Breaking Wheel, and a black eye opened in the palm, and the eye in the palm shot out a bright light that could break the delusion of life and death.
The bright light was projected on the pile of towering dead bones, and the dead bones of Yan Mo's holy body grew blood and flesh again, the skin gradually plumped up, and the muscles became more solid. It stood up almost in the blink of an eye, stood in front of Yun Qing, and blocked the frontal blow of "rotating and procrastinating" for her. This irresistible force of destruction and destruction is exerted on the newly formed body. Life and death are constantly staged at the junction of Yunqing's bright light and Linjun's black sun. Yan Mo's body is annihilated and reborn. Afterwards it was destroyed again.
"You can see more..."
Yun Qing felt the alternation of life and death together with Yan Mo's holy body, and every drop of life and death power flowed through, and the Dao Seed grew a bit. The bright light illuminated by Yan Mo Breaking Wheel became more and more transparent, and finally faded from bright silver to transparent and colorless light, and only slightly distorted shapes could be seen in all directions where it passed. At this moment, Lin Jun could see that she was prolonging the stalemate, so as to penetrate through Yan Mo's broken wheel and comprehend the way of life and death. When he thought of this, his face suddenly changed.
"Are you crazy? You want to break through three hearts and two minds at the same time!?"