There were only Zhong Guanyuan and Ji Yihe left on the North Sea, and the violent wind and waves just now disappeared like a nightmare.
"Master Zhong... are you going 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 Seagod Ancient Mirror into his arms. He pointed to the south, and said softly to himself: "Let's take a look at Li Palace first."
Seeing that Zhong Guanyuan didn't answer, Ji Yihe clenched his lower lip and remained silent. He formed seals in his hands, and the two of them took advantage of the wind in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast, and the strong wind blew Zhong Guanyuan's freshly groomed hair into disorder again.
"What did Yihe just ask? I didn't, I didn't hear clearly." Zhong Guanyuan was filled with words as soon as he opened his mouth. His eyes were blindfolded, and he basically couldn't tell the direction. He could only rely on Ji Yihe who supported him.
Ji Yihe shook his head, another seal was formed on his hand, and the silver divine seal spread from his cuff to his wrist: "Master Zhong doesn't want to say it."
Zhong Guanyuan felt that the wind around him had calmed down, and it was obvious that Ji Yihe was using spells to protect him. This child is always like this, holding something in his heart, and he will get sick sooner or later. 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 stretched out his hand to help him straighten his clothes. It can be said that this child takes good care of every detail in terms of basic necessities of life, and never makes Zhong Guanyuan feel uncomfortable.
If only he wasn't so sullen and withdrawn.
"Yihe, I beg you..."
Zhong Guanyuan feels that every descendant of the gods is particularly difficult to deal with, and such a well-behaved child as Ji Yihe is no exception. At any rate, he can figure out what other people are thinking. When encountering such a stuffy jar like Ji Yihe, if he can't say a word for a long time, he really wants to kneel.
"Master Zhong!" Ji Yihe's voice was raised a little, but it was not much louder than the sound of breathing, Zhong Guanyuan tried his best to listen to him, lest his voice be covered by the friction of the clothes.
Ji Yihe plucked up his courage and said: "I just asked Master Zhong, are you going to meet that... that is Nanhai... no, it's the direct descendant of the Demon Dao that I saw at the Immortal Ascension Conference last time."
Zhong Guanyuan rarely heard Ji Yihe say such a long sentence, although he stuttered, he has improved a lot. Feeling very relieved, he patted Ji Yihe on the 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 did you ask this suddenly?" Zhong Guanyuan asked curiously, he wanted to reach out to take off the tie that blocked his view, but was stopped by Ji Yi and tiptoe.
"It's nothing." Ji Yihe took off Zhong Guanyuan's hand and stared at him not to let him move, "Will she help us?"
Zhong Guanyuan put down his hand obediently, and then laughed and said: "Of course, if there are handsome and unrestrained I will lobby, how could I not help!"
Ji Yihe was not very happy, he said: "I don't like Zhongshi talking to others in a low voice."
Zhong Guanyuan pinched his face: "Ahahaha, okay! When Yihe grows up and can protect the Shinto, I won't have to run around and work hard."
"But I won't grow up anymore." Ji Yihe looked extremely depressed, his face was hidden under the long hair that fell, and his whole person became gloomy.
Zhong Guanyuan suddenly realized that he shouldn't mention such things, he stopped laughing in embarrassment, and comforted: "I was wrong, it's right to wait for you to become stronger... to become stronger."
"I feel like I've gotten a little shorter recently..." Ji Yihe said in a muffled voice, "I didn't need to stand on tiptoe to tidy up Master Zhong's clothes before."
Zhong Guanyuan didn't know what to say, he slapped himself angrily in his heart, thinking that next time he wouldn't be so mean again.
"Master Zhong... I'm very scared." Ji Yihe buried his head in Zhong Guanyuan's layers of clothes, breathing the breath of ink on the body of the book secretary. Zhong Guanyuan didn't think of any good way to comfort him until the corner of his robe started to get wet, he could only continue to slap himself in the heart, calling you cheap and calling you cheap...
"The breath of the gods is disappearing... Their blood is decreasing from my body... Tiangong..." Ji Yihe's words were intermittent, his voice was already low, and it was even more inaudible when it was pressed against the clothes, "We are probably the last generation A descendant of a god."
The Heavenly Palace was preserved by Emperor Qing by falsifying the passage of time, and it existed before the moment when Shinto disappeared. When everything flows downstream for a hundred thousand years, it still stays where it is. But this stillness is not permanent, and 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 divine will flowing in his blood was decreasing and becoming weaker, and the Heavenly Palace was in jeopardy.
When God completely disappears, Ji Yihe will cease to exist.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." Zhong Guanyuan could only comfort him clumsily, "We will be back soon, Yunqing will help us, and the saints will also help us. Yihe, don't cry."
Zhong Guanyuan was really afraid that he would miss his destination and fly directly to the South China Sea while crying.
"Hmm..." The voice was still choked.
That's right, Ji Yihe is young, before being found by Zhong Guanyuan, he was just an ordinary kid squatting on the ground and playing with mud all day long. He certainly hadn't thought about disappearing from the world out of thin air. But Zhong Guanyuan can't control these things, he can only try his best to do what he can do, whether the result is good or bad, whether people live or die, he is not sure at all.
"Yihe, open your eyes and see where we are!" Zhong Guanyuan was nearly collapsed by him, "Ancestor, I beg you not to cry!"
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There is no delusion in the realm of demons, spending days and nights with the demon sect, drunk and dreaming of death.
Even though the war is raging outside, there are still songs and dances in this building, and the romance is still the same. Numerous curtains were replaced with light purple, one after another, and a melodious singing sound came from the middle. Whenever you think you can see the dancers when you lift the curtain, you will only see another curtain in front of you. The phantom array is arranged in an extremely strict manner here, and those who enter the array will be confused and unable to extricate themselves if their cultivation base is not good.
Gong Zhen, dressed in red, walked among them, and the veil in front of her was lifted up repeatedly by dancers and kabukis, and she walked to the deepest part of Zui Shen Meng Shi Lou without any obstacles.
She stopped in front of the last curtain, and there was the sound of drinking and singing, whispering and whispering. Gong Zhen waved her hands back to the left and right, and said in a deep voice to the inside of the curtain: "Master, there is news from the Temple of the Underworld."
The trivial voices inside disappeared in an instant, leaving only one person sitting alone behind the curtain.
"What's the news?" Mei Guang's voice was soft and hoarse, and the faint fragrance of beauty could be smelled between the words.
Gong Zhen's expression was solemn: "The Venerable Huang Quan has repeatedly ordered that the whole territory must be sent out to clear the South China Sea as quickly as possible. Should we send the disciples of the Wuqing Dao to go outside the realm of no delusional demons?"
"Do you still want to repeat the mistakes of the Shattered Heavenly Demon Sect?" Mei Guang's voice calmed down and gradually became consistent with usual.
Gong Zhen stood with her head bowed, with a submissive expression: "If Demon Lord Huangquan really wants to attack us, then leaving half of the people like the shattered Heavenly Demon Sect will not help. What's more, Demon Lord Huangquan has never expressed his intention to eradicate our sect. Master When the overall situation is the most important, quickly... "
"Okay, I get it." Mei Guang interrupted her, "The Wuqing Dao disciple stays, and you stay too, don't mention this again."
Gong Zhen didn't seem to expect her master to be so indifferent, she was stunned, unable to utter the words "disciple obeys orders".
"Is there anything else?" Seeing that Gong Zhen didn't answer and leave for a long time, Mei Guang said, "If not, then leave."
Gong Zhen frowned slightly, and she could hear a little impatience in these words: "Master, the longer the demon army fights outside, the longer the demon realm will be empty, if such a big flaw keeps being exposed, it is inevitable that someone who is interested will take advantage of it. The most urgent task now is to eradicate the loose cultivators in the South China Sea, and prepare for the expansion of the Demon Realm..."
"As I said, stay." Mei Guang interrupted her exhortation again, and her tone was unprecedentedly simple and rude.
Gong Zhen straightened up and looked inside the curtain in disbelief: "Master!"
"If you have nothing else to do, you can leave." Mei Guang said mercilessly, "There is no need to go to the South China Sea, and there is no need to go to that Demon Lord in the future."
"What the hell are you..."
"I don't trust her." Mei Guang said bluntly to Gong Zhen, "From the time she bewitched you to destroy the Heavenly Demon Sect, I felt something was wrong. There is nothing in her heart that is for the sake of the Demonic Dao. She is not worthy of the name of Huangquan. "
Gong Zhen is dumb, Mei Guang's attitude has always been very gentle, he can't ridicule him openly. But now she directly expressed her attitude in front of Gong Zhen, she didn't want to work for Huang Quan now.
"The venerable has her own reasons, and besides, the sage has also acquiesced. I think we will be able to understand these layouts in the future." Gong Zhen tried to excuse what the venerable Huang Quan did, but behind the curtain, there was only A faint sneer.
"Lord Saint may not believe her much, he only keeps her because she is still needed." The meaning in Mei Guang's words is very cruel, "Why do you think he put Zhu Shu's personal disciple next to Huang Quan? I trust Lord Saint, because he is the barrier of the evil way, and he is an existence that can dedicate everything to the evil way."
"Isn't Huang Quan?"
Mei Guang shook his head and smiled, "How is that possible? What Huangquan Biluo pursues is eternity, who cares about inheritance? Who will go back to deal with the orthodoxy in dire straits?"
Gong Zhen took a step forward, put her hand on the curtain, and sighed: "Isn't Master also pursuing eternity? All practitioners in the world are no exception... If this is the case, what is there to criticize Huang Quan for this?" Your lord's?"
"Gong Zhen, it seems that you are determined to join that Huang Quan." Mei Guang's voice sounded a little regretful.
Gong Zhen replied respectfully: "I don't dare, I just feel wronged by the venerable. What's more..."
Mei Guang smiled lightly and asked, "What's more?"
"The pursuit of the disciple is also eternal!"
Two red lights came down from Gong Zhen's hands interlaced, and the light purple curtain was torn into pieces by the ruthless Dao Qi. Countless tiny gauzes are flying in the air, and the surge of true energy brings up layers of curtains around it, making the deepest part of Zuizhenmengsilou seem like an illusion.
On the backs of Gong Zhen's hands were scarlet magic patterns, which were the imprint of the Ruthless Dao, similar to the big sun and black sky wheel on Yun Qing's wrist. Practitioners who are gifted in a certain lineage often have these special imprints on their bodies, and they can gain more powerful power from these imprints, and this power is generally linked to the degree of fit. There is no doubt that Gong Zhen's attainments in the path of ruthlessness are extraordinary.
Every fragment is full of murderous intent, and when all the fragments of the curtain fall, Gong Zhen sees the curtain and there is no one there.
A soft and hoarse laughter came from behind her: "What kind of ecstasy soup did she pour into you so that you don't even recognize me?"
Mei Guang came slowly, with a slightly sad expression on his face. This kind of emotion was suppressed, which made people's heart ache.
The moment Gongzhen saw her, she remembered what happened when she was a child. She was carried by her master and brought back to the sect. Under the care of her senior sisters and brothers, she practiced the ruthless way, and put 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 a teacher and a mother, Gong Zhen grew up under the eyes of this person, and she is the biggest karmic bond of Gong Zhen in this world.
"No matter how good the ecstasy soup is, it can't compare to Master's Dao of Seven Emotions."
Gong Zhen smiled gently and generously, and the red lines in her hands became more and more dense, and finally flowed down like water, condensing into two red swords.
Come on, let's fight!