There was a big hole on the top of the Temple of the Underworld, but before someone discovered it, the sage of the demonic way tried to mend it back, and the material used was Yun Qing's sacred body of Yan Mo. After the vitality essence of Yan Mo's holy body was swallowed by Yun Qing, it left an empty shell. This thing grew so big after eating the Temple of the Underworld, and it had to goug out some bones from it to make up for the loss.
Anyway, Mo Dao made a profit this time, after all, Yun Qing managed to recall Huang Quan.
But now Huang Quan's condition is not very good.
"Blood." The clear and beautiful voice echoed in the empty temple. Although the voice could not be called lonely, it was definitely not very close. "Flesh, brain, hair, and everything else."
The sorcerer was leaning against the wall, rubbing his temples, and seemed to have a headache.
"I want to reshape my physical body."
In the center of the Netherworld Temple, the place where the magic pattern was originally was replaced by a small spring, and thick blood spewed out from the spring. And the naked woman in the blood pool is lying comfortably, her soft and fragile body is not threatening, but her expression is like a king's landing.
She raised her head, pointed her chin at the demon saint by the wall, and said solemnly, "Can you understand me?"
The sage of the magic way seemed to have a headache even more: "Yes."
"I said, I need blood, flesh and blood, and brains..." Huang Quan repeated these words again.
The sorcerer interrupted her: "The blood has already been given to you."
Huang Quan looked at the bubbling pool of blood beside him, frowned and said, "It's not enough, I need enough blood to fill Wang Chuan Ji Chuan, enough to fill the flesh and blood of Wudao Demon Realm, enough..."
The sorcerer interrupted her again: "Why do you have to reshape your body?"
Huang Quan looked at him in disbelief, then stood up from the pool of blood, and turned around: "Don't you think this body is too fragile? There are no scales, no sharp claws, no bone spurs... the demon that attracted me The body is still barely visible, but it has been hollowed out by that person."
The demon saint raised his hand to expand the blood pool for a generation, and the blood rose to cover her young woman's 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 Demonic Saint coldly: "I would be in a bad mood without a physical body, just like you go out without clothes."
The magician 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 was even uglier, her complexion was soaked in blood, her hair was wet, like a red-eyed merman.
The magician raised his eyes and looked at her for a while: "You are very different from what I imagined. Are ancient gods and demons like you? That fake guy before seems more reliable than you."
Huang Quan shrank back into the bloody water, only revealing two bright red eyes, her voice came out from the water: "It's just a remnant soul, she can't get all of Huang Quan back, that's God... Heaven can do it of."
The magician had already guessed this possibility, so he was not too surprised: "The remnant soul is enough, at least it is the remnant soul of the powerful senior."
Huang Quan looked at him gloomyly, his red eyes reflecting the blood became more ominous: "Just know this, you'd better not be too presumptuous."
The magician shook his head and smiled: "Yes, yes."
He looked very perfunctory, which made Huang Quan very dissatisfied, her words pierced through the water with the sound of "Gudu Gudu": "It is a great fortune for the devil to have a remnant soul, but Bi Luo didn't leave anything behind."
"I didn't ask you to leave something behind. It's not like the monastic world can't go on without the two of you." The demon saint didn't seem to care much, he walked from the corner to the edge of the blood pool, bowed his head and said to Huang Quan , "It's good to have you, but it doesn't matter if you lose you. We have already made up our minds."
Huang Quan sarcastically raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Admitting that I have remained in the shadow until now, now I turn my face and refuse to recognize anyone. It's really great."
The demon saint narrowed his eyes, and the sarcasm on his face was not inferior to that of the other party: "Then I really want to thank Huang Quan, who dismembered the good demon orthodoxy into what it is today. Although Bi Luo died, the large group of gods But a lot of them stayed."
On the surface, it seems that the orthodoxy of the devil way was able to survive by putting the core power into the Wuxu Demon Realm for preservation through the Battle of Duanbi Peak. Shinto has completely disappeared in the long river of history, and there is no trace of it anymore. But in fact, the magic way that was comparable to the divine way back then has lost most of its inheritance, and can only barely be on an equal footing with the seven holy places today. Shinto is completely preserved in the Heavenly Palace through the layout of Bi Luo, just waiting for a certain opportunity to come back to the world.
Huang Quan sank himself into the bottom of the pool, sat around his knees, and a bunch of bubbles appeared above his head: "I fell first, and then Bi Luo was punished by the heavens to follow me. Within reason."
The sage of the demon way finally heard Huang Quan bring up the topic he wanted to know, so he continued to ask without any trace: "Prepared to kill you, and then die for love?"
"There is no love, no heart, everything should be like this in Biluo and Huangquan." Huang Quan's voice sounded more and more serious, and she answered seriously, "We have escaped from the fate, and there is nothing in the world that 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 by Tiandao. Later, Biluo retrieved this thing. Now that I think about it... I suspect that he probably did it on it. hands and feet."
"What kind of trick?" The magician felt that the key to the matter was coming, "Why did you do this?"
Huang Quan popped his head out of the pool of blood with a "crash", his expression was extremely deep, and the sage of the demonic way was sitting upright, 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: "If you know, I won't fall, but it was really a big mistake to hand over Dao chess to Shen Dao back then."
"Is that thing really useful?" The magician could only take a step back and ask some simple questions. Originally, the disappearance of shamanism caused the Dao chess to be severely damaged. After the disappearance of the Shinto, Dao chess was completely destroyed by the Dao of Heaven. The world of monks has lost Dao chess for 100,000 years. It is normal for people nowadays 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 badly, you will die."
In fact, in her era, Daoqi was also in a half-lost state. Although it was found by Bi Luo later, how to use it is not necessarily as proficient as Wu Dao. Because of the disappearance of witchcraft, Huang Quan at that time also understood the huge risks involved in Daoqi, and she did not fight for this thing from Biluo. That is to say, at that time, only Bi Luo was really exposed to the aisle chess.
The magician was very skeptical of her words: "If you talk about the level of layout, Biluo is not bad, right?"
"If you are worse than the way of heaven, you can't save it." Huang Quan poured blood on his shoulders and said mockingly, "I really don't know where the self-confidence of a cultivator is. The Tao seed when entering the Tao comes from the apocalypse. The rules belong to the Dao of Heaven. Even if a little bit of power is deprived from the Dao of Heaven after joining the Dao, don’t you still have to return the Dao to the Dao in the end? After all, what does a practitioner belong to himself? He has been living in the false power bestowed by the Dao of Heaven Under the circumstances, it is really ridiculous to keep saying that you will go against the sky... "
The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, and finally she sank directly to the bottom of the water without speaking.
It's ridiculous.
Ascetics are ridiculous.
And she, who is also a monk, is really... too ridiculous.
But no matter how ridiculous it is, you still want to go down, and the desire to explore of spiritual beings will never be satisfied. Even if they take the Dao of Heaven as their own, they will go to a broader and far-reaching place 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 string of bubbles below, but didn't make a sound.
"Come out, I have something to ask you."
Huang Quan showed two red eyes: "What's the matter?"
The sage of the magic way leaned over and asked, "Do you know what is written in the heavenly book?"
Huang Quan looked at him strangely for a while: "What is the Book of Heaven?"
"..." The sage of the magic way sorted out the time sequence a little bit. Huang Quan fell first, and then Bi Luo fell again. It seems that Bi Luo's plan to leave the Heavenly Book was after Huang Quan's death.
He explained concisely: "The wordless heavenly book, through the mysterious collection, Qingdi said that there are secrets recorded in it."
Huang Quan closed her eyes and counted for a while, she seemed to be looking for the heavenly scriptures, she opened her eyes after a while: "You guys actually believe this, anyway, I died once and I will never believe what God said again."
"Quickly tell me what is written on it." The sage of the Demon Dao felt that it was impossible to expect Huang Quan to help the Demon Dao reverse the situation in a short period of time, but there are many ancient secrets that you can ask her for advice. After all, Biluo Huangquan should know each other better. of.
Huang Quan raised his hand and drew a circle of bloody light. In the center was the inconspicuous tortoise shell-like heavenly book. The scratches on it were a bit messy, and it didn't seem meaningful no matter what.
She nodded, suddenly said: "You said this."
The sorcerer also stared at the heavenly book: "Yes."
Huang Quan frowned, with disdain in his eyes: "The words are really ugly."
The demon saint also frowned, as if he didn't quite believe it: "It's really a word?"
The characters in the era of gods and demons have not been fully created, and each tribe has its own writing style, which basically changes within fifty miles, so it is very common to have strange calligraphy and painting symbols.
Huang Quan nodded, and poked the two obvious symbols on the scripture: "Qingyun, it's these two characters."
The demon saint touched the silver jewelry in his hand and asked, "Does it mean that the secret is hidden above Qingyun?"
It's normal to say this, but "Bi Luo put the secret on Qingyun" is simply nonsense. He himself is a god high above the Qingyun, and of course his position of Biluo will be left there after his death. Huang Quan felt that people nowadays were making a fuss out of nothing, and was about to shake the image away, but suddenly noticed something. She leaned closer and stared at the two symbols carefully over and over again, and didn't even have time to answer the question of the demon saint for a while.
"What's the matter?" The sage of the magic way also looked carefully several times, but the messy symbols were still messy, and nothing could be seen at all.
"No." Huang Quan seemed a little uncertain, "It's not Qingyun."
Before the sage of the magic way could say anything, she grabbed her and said, "Come and see."
The demon sage jumped into the pool of blood suspiciously, squatted at a similar angle with her, and followed the gestures of her fingertips to observe the two words.
"That's how it was written." Huang Quan traced along those scratches.
The sorcerer asked, "Then?"
Huang Quan turned his head and glared at him, his face full of contempt and disdain: "You can't read."
The magician felt innocent: "I can read."
"Didn't you see that this is reversed!" Huang Quan put his finger on it again, and wrote it from beginning to end, "According to the order of writing at that time, these two characters are Qingyun. But it is written backwards Yes, you pay attention to the continuity between the strokes, from here to here, this continuous stroke, this glue... "
"It's Yunqing."