A long time ago, the Temple of the Underworld lived as high as the Farewell Palace in the distant sky, and the gods and demons looked down on this land of endless life and struggle together. Both human beings and practitioners are in a hurry, running around for their own desires. 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 continued until some point a hundred thousand years ago.
Emperor Qing suddenly left the Farewell Palace and went to the Temple of the Underworld to forcibly attack and kill the Holy Master of the Underworld. This was a catastrophe that happened in an instant. Before the demon practitioners could react, they lost their support, and Shinto lost the entire orthodoxy.
Fortunately, when all disasters are over, practitioners can always find a way forward from the thorn bushes—no matter how difficult the road is.
After the disappearance of the true gods and true demons, the saints appeared.
Seek Tao, from seed to trunk to fruit, from tenderness to maturity to withering. After the apocalypse, after the efforts of countless generations of practitioners, the Dao Seed finally bears the Dao Fruit, and the saint just picked it at this time.
"... and the fruit of the Dao is not something that practitioners should touch."
The ding-dong sound of the stream covered Yun Qing's soft voice, and Hu Hanmei couldn't hear her previous words clearly. She didn't care, but lazily picked up a handful of clear spring water, and the crystal-clear water spray slid over her jade-like tender and delicate skin, and rolled down her shoulders one by one, even the scattered sunlight was stained with amazement.
"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 immortality, but so what? Such an attractive thing, even if they know the danger, they will still try it, and generation after generation, they will try it like moths to a flame without fear of death.”
Hu Hanmei smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were extremely bright, and there was an overwhelming malice in her smile, which made people unable to move their eyes away.
It's a pity that the people in front of her don't appreciate this beauty very much.
"It doesn't matter now, but maybe in the future." Yun Qing replied seriously, "You should think about these things more. It will be of great use for the sage of the devil to let you inherit the inheritance of the Yellow Emperor."
"Do you want me to recover the divine way?" Hu Han raised his eyebrows and looked at her, his eyes were as clear as water, but they shone brightly as they moved around.
"It's best to count this possibility." Yun Qing didn't seem to feel her teasing tone, and thought about it very seriously for a while.
Hu Hanmei was a little surprised. She came out of the water and walked slowly to Yun Qing's side: "You are dead when you are a descendant of the Five Emperors? Zhong Guanyuan spent so much effort to find Xuanyuan's blood, how could it be my turn to fight?" Shinto idea?"
"One hundred thousand years is too long. After such a long time, the difference in blood has been very small." Yun Qing slightly retracted the black Taoist robe on her body, and Hu Hanmei sat down beside her.
"But I don't understand anything, and there are a group of gods from 100,000 years ago in Tiangong who are giving pointers." Hu Hanmei looked at Yun Qing suspiciously, and asked uncertainly, "Could it be that you can teach me how to practice the divine way?"
Yun Qing shook her head: "I can get the Shinto inheritance, but it's useless, no one can practice the Shinto anymore."
"Then why did you come here to tell me so much?" Hu Hanmei put his hand on her shoulder, approached her frivolously and asked, "Aren't you very busy? Huh?"
Yun Qing sighed, and pressed the center of her brows wearily: "I was telling you about this before, but you changed the topic yourself."
Her voice still sounded quite soft, but not very pleasant. Hu Hanmei felt that it was hard to believe that she was such a murderous guy just by listening to her voice. When talking to her, there was always an illusion of being tolerated and forgiven.
"You were talking about fruit before." Hu Hanmei quickly realized.
"Yeah." Yun Qing smiled, "The fruit of the divine way."
Hu Hanmei felt that her breathing was slightly stagnant, and she suppressed her smile: "There is no saint in the Shinto?"
"Not now." Yun Qing shook her hand in front of Aman, and Aman's dull eyes focused on her fingertips, as her hand swayed from side to side.
Hu Hanmei had a lot of questions, but Yun Qing didn't give her a chance to bring them up.
"It existed 100,000 years ago, and now there is no divine way, let alone Taoism." Yun Qing said while waving his hands, "The Heavenly Palace only existed 100,000 years ago, and everything we see is tampering with the passage of time with great supernatural powers." It came from here. Zhong Guanyuan is a god who traveled backward, he used the power of a hundred thousand years ago, this power is so great, so great that he can ignore the whole 100,000 years of age and let him jump in front of our eyes."
"Is it the Qing Emperor's arrangement?" Hu Hanmei couldn't imagine that any existence other than this one could do such a thing.
"It's not important." Yun Qing didn't answer her directly, "You just need to be clear about one thing. Now, at this time, there are no Shinto saints, and your chances are great."
Hu Hanmei's throat felt a little dry. The word "sage" was as far away as "god".
"That's not right." She firmly grasped the rationality in her mind and told herself that she must not be bewitched by this monster. She said loudly, "The divine way has disappeared, and the Tao fruit of the divine way should not exist."
"Nothing will 'disappear', neither Taoism nor Daoguo." Yun Qing stopped shaking her hand, she patted Aman's head, and the big man squatted obediently beside her, just like a Like a domesticated black bear.
Yun Qing gently said to Hu Hanmei: "Everything in the world is constant. In many cases, we just return the things we took from Heaven. You need to take it back now. With predecessors experience, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
At this time, Hu Hanmei didn't know how much tragic murderous intent Yun Qing said "it won't be too difficult", but she knew that she had been dragged down a road of no return.
Her heart was moved, she yearned for that untouchable peak just like people yearn for money, power, wealth and sex, and practitioners yearn for longevity.
"I will start to retreat and understand the inheritance of the Yellow Emperor."
"It's so good..." Yun Qing smiled as usual, and her pale fingertips penetrated into Aman's thick hair, "Honor Yi Du."
The black-armored general stepped out from the void behind her, and his figure gradually changed from virtual to real. He saluted with his sword, his expression grim: "Yes."
"Send all the disciples of Wangyue Peak to other main peaks, and list this place as my sect's forbidden area from today. Please spread the law to block the elders."
"Yes." Yi Du's voice was as steady as his hand holding a sword, and he only responded once before disappearing on the spot again.
"The day you break the wall and leave the customs is the day when my overall situation is first determined." Yun Qing examined the woman in front of him, and Hu Hanmei took a few steps back, until his back hit the pillar and 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.
Amang made a face at Hu Hanmei, then leaned over to let Yun Qing sit on his shoulders, his steps were fast and steady, and disappeared into the dense forest in a blink of an eye.
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On the summit of Duanbi, higher than the blue sky, beyond the reach of the winds of the world, a bitter battle is quietly going on.
He turned into a free sky and enveloped the sky, and the extremely evil magic energy surged in the wind instead of the clouds, and the balance of life and death between the heaven and the earth was broken, and the shattering here will completely defeat the vitality. The endless Moe flew out from his incarnate sky, and the witch's shriek pierced into his mind, dispelling all his thoughts. In the vast expanse of black demonic energy, there is vaguely a huge body piercing the sky. Two blood-red rays of light shoot out from the position of its eyes, and the void is annihilated inch by inch under the shattered rays of light. Deep inside.
This huge figure wandered in the sky of He Hua Da Zi Zai, and the shattered magic light irradiated every place, but nothing was found.
"Zu Yuan, are you going to hide in my He Hua Da Zi Zai Tian for the rest of your life?" A loud thunderous sound echoed, and the sound did not come from the mouth of this huge figure, but from its abdomen.
The witches screamed all around, and Qian Yuan didn't respond at all. The huge figure let out a loud roar, and his whole body emitted a blood-red shattering magic light. These lights shot out in all directions like sharp swords.
At this moment, the dome of the Netherworld Temple turned into a mirror, and the seven demon masters all looked up at the situation of these two people.
"The Heavenly Demon Avatar of Venerable Clumsy is about to be unable to hold on anymore, and he wants to force Venerable Zhu Yuan out before then." The person who spoke was a skinny old man with a goatee and a kind face. He was a bully. Yi Xin, the patriarch of the World Heart Demon Sect. Not long ago, he was defeated by Venerable Zhuran, the suzerain of the Shattering Heavenly Demon Sect, but now he doesn't seem to care at all. After all, in this kind of frontal struggle, there are still very few inheritances that can beat the Heavenly Demon Dao and the Dao of Shattering.
Everyone present could see what he said.
"The Venerable Qianyuan is too passive, it will definitely not work if this continues..." The woman who spoke stood in the corner this time, dressed in white clothes and with long hair flowing down. She is Mei Guang, the patriarch of Huatian Desire Demon Sect, and she can't see the crazy beauty in the legend at all. Her appearance can only be regarded as handsome, but every frown and smile bears all kinds of amorous feelings, and every part makes people feel appropriate and harmonious. This kind of beauty grows inward, goes deep into the bone marrow, and makes people fall inadvertently.
"I don't think so." The Sect Master of the Extreme Hell Sin Demon Sect said in a low voice. His dao name is Zhushu, he is very big, and he looks quite simple and honest at first glance.
"What do fellow Daoist Zhu Shu think?" Mei Guang asked him with a smile, his brows had the color of Yuan Dai, clear and lofty, not stained with dust.
Venerable Zhu Shu avoided her eyes, every word and every move of Huatian Desire Demon Sect was in the way of seven emotions and six desires, he avoided it as much as he could, no matter how beautiful it was, he didn't want to look at it too much.
"The way to destroy the heavenly demon is to refine the body into a demon, and the Six Paths of Yan Mozong is good at supernatural powers and spells. It is understandable to send Venerable Yuan to avoid his edge. When the Venerable Clumsy is almost exhausted, the victory and defeat will begin to gradually close. I know, it’s hard to say now.”
These cases are considered to be the most outstanding ones among the nine cases, and when they were talking, no one else interrupted.
"In terms of consumption, the two are actually similar." Yi Xin seemed to agree with Mei Guang's point of view, he chuckled and said, "The way of destruction and the way of demons are extremely evil ways, and death is evil, so even if they die You can display your full strength with only one breath left. The Venerable Clumsy Ran can only become stronger as he consumes more, but that of the Six Paths Yan Mozong is not necessarily the case."
Venerable Zhu Shu wanted to say something more, but an ethereal tinkle interrupted him, and the entire Netherworld Temple fell into silence after the sound came out.
The fierce battle on the dome could no longer attract the attention of the few people. The countless golems on the four walls looked down on the seven people indifferently, and the sound of footsteps gradually became clear with the sound of jingling.
The sage of the magic way came out of the water, the silver ornaments in his hands collided with each other, and the light and shadow scattered on the magic pattern.
"Why didn't you say it?" He smiled innocently, his slender fingertips brushed his lips little by little, the cold silver and the warm red were entangled.
He said in a tone almost coquettish: "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 Netherworld Temple, only the low laughter of the magician sage intermittently followed the battle situation in the sky.