The heavy rain poured into the forest, and the rocks of Biqiu Peak were washed by the rain and glowed silver in the thunder light.
The huge ginseng fruit tree stood in the rain, with the only fruit on the branches swaying. The strong wind and rain passed through the gaps between the trees, emitting bursts of mournful cries, just like the cry of the ginseng fruit.
The little monkey ran wildly through the rainstorm forest, blood surged in his body, and his heart kept beating violently, like a drum beating in his ears.
The rain whipped its body, and each blow seemed to weigh tens of millions. In the dark forest, it raised its head and looked at the raindrops falling from the sky, feeling infinite fear in its heart.
The little monkey demon kept panting. It held its head, knelt down beside a giant tree, and cried in a suppressed voice.
The guests did not come after me.
He looked at his legs that were pricked with bloodstains by thorns when he was running in the forest, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but recall what happened two days ago.
That day, it wanted to be the guide of the guest in white, but the guest didn't agree. After it and the goblins were separated, it got lucky and took on a delivery job. The Demon King stopped it.
The Mist Demon King gave him a task to track down the young man who left here before. He asked the Mist Demon King what he wanted to do, but the Mist Demon King did not answer. The monkey demon was even more confused and asked why he was chosen. The Mist Demon King said that because you are ordinary enough, you will not be suspected.
Due to the obstruction of the Fog Demon King, the Monkey Demon was late in delivering the goods. Not only could it not make any money, it even had to repay the money. It was intimidated by the Demon King's majesty and had no choice but to agree.
So these days, after work, it will also inquire about the whereabouts of its guests.
But...Bhikkhu Peak.
The Mist Demon King was once a subordinate of True Monarch White Deer of Biqiu Peak... It thought of the infamous ginseng fruit tree, felt a chill in its heart, and its stomach couldn't help but twitch.
Although it has always had bad luck, it knows that it actually has extraordinary spirituality.
Its eyes are very bright, and when it sees something, it even feels like fire. It can see many things that ordinary people cannot... and it has never told anyone else this.
It had been hiding on the mountain before, watching helplessly as the guest walked past the ginseng fruit tree, and saw that he was invisibly entangled with the demonic tree. Afterwards, it rained heavily, and he became more and more uneasy. He even walked on the mountain path where the guest was walking. On the mountain, I saw many scattered illusory bones.
Many people who come to the City of Ten Thousand Demons for the first time may think that the life of monsters here is not bad... but the real City of Ten Thousand Demons is far more cruel than what they have seen.
It has been five hundred years since the saint died, and the rules established back then have long been shaken. Over the years, those inferior kings have created countless karmic debts.
The monkey demon was hiding deep in the dense forest, his whole body was soaked by the heavy rain, and he was shivering.
White Deer... True Lord White Deer shouldn’t care about my life or death, right
The monkey demon's legs became weak, and thinking about the two little monkeys in the cave, he got up with difficulty, followed the path, and walked down the mountain.
Bang, it passed a big tree, and the sharp-billed monkey's face was illuminated brightly again.
Thunder and lightning struck the giant tree next to it accurately.
It raised its head, and there seemed to be fire in its pupils.
Before losing consciousness, the little monkey demon's pupils reflected a picture it had never seen before.
It was a fire so fierce that it could swallow up the rainstorm in an instant. In the flames, huge dragon corpses stood majestically. The thorn-like bones swallowed the flames, like white chains. The faces of the gods and Buddhas could not be seen clearly, and they could only be seen in countless shapes. A silhouette wearing armor, its feet were piled with corpses. Those bones seemed to be wailing and roaring in the fierce wind with flying flames. They were all unwilling and soulless gods!
It was hunched over, like a short white skeleton, or like a Buddha that was taller than the sky.
Ahead, a black sun rises from the horizon, and the thunder and lightning that burst out are as thin as blooming petals.
Thunder and lightning struck the tree, and the flames engulfed its monkey hair. The little monkey with its tail cut off lost consciousness, and its charred body fell to the ground.
The rain swallowed it up.
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Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the heavy rain outside the window. Outside its central head, there were eight will-o'-the-wisps hanging. Those will-o'-the-wisps formed a lion's mask, and each face had different emotions.
These are its nine sides.
It looked at the rain and couldn't help but think of a spirit turtle.
More than five hundred years ago, the torrential rain was a hundred times heavier than tonight. Its best friend at that time was responsible for suppressing the flash flood. Since then, there has been no news. Although the turtle lived a long life, he must have passed away. .
Jiuling Yuansheng retracted his thoughts.
It turned around and stepped on the floor tiles with many animal bones and skulls. The armor it wore was like a knife, and its burly body had strong muscles, which contained enough power to knock out the wind and clouds with one punch.
In the darkness of Kanyutu, the temple in the peak hidden in the City of Ten Thousand Monsters, Nine Spirits Yuansheng listened to the noisy rain outside and walked towards the depths of the towering hall of the monsters.
Deep in the hall, a demon king with a feather crown and golden feathers was also watching the rain.
It wears an armor made of feathers. Each feather is the life feather of the monster bird it killed. The armor made of these feathers is already extraordinary. When it is worn on its body, ordinary magic weapons in the world cannot do it at all. Cut off a piece of it.
It is the golden-winged roc, the only demon saint left in the City of Ten Thousand Demons - the Great Sage Huntian.
But it is not as powerful as itself.
Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the flowing dark golden feathers of the golden-winged roc. Its wings folded behind it looked like two ancient heavy swords.
"You didn't practice the Ten Thousand Demon Art like this. I advise you to give up on this idea." Jiuling Yuan Sheng looked at its back and said lightly.
The golden-winged roc withdrew its gaze from the heavy rain. It wore a mask, that one was red and looked sharp, like a crow's mask.
Behind the mask, the golden-winged roc's voice sounded faintly: "I originally thought we were of the same mind."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng raised the face of the lion, and its voice sounded heavy: "You have swallowed gods, immortals, and your own kind, but even if you can swallow the entire heaven and earth into your belly, so what? ?The Six Gods of Taichu have long proven that even the sum total of everything in the mortal world cannot overthrow the sky."
The golden-winged roc looked at it, and a strange smile appeared under the mask: "Breaking the sky? Hahaha... I didn't expect that you would still have such a dream after living for two thousand years!"
Jiuling Yuansheng remained silent.
The golden-winged roc said coldly: "The thing that the saint failed to break is the real impregnability. Even if we smash into pieces, we can't shake it. I admire you very much. After going through such an era, you have not been swallowed by despair. But you also understand that there is no use being brave alone."
"But without bravery and blood, life will be very painful." Jiuling Yuansheng said: "Most of the demons who have opened their spirits in the City of Ten Thousand Demons can spend their lives with a little peace of mind, but we can't. We still have a long way to go. In the years to come, our lives are destined to see the rising of the black sun with our own eyes, and that will be the real despair.”
When the black sun rises, the Dark Lord will truly come to the world. At that time, the spiritual energy will collapse, all living things will die, all things will be deconstructed, and the bones will turn into ashes...
That was the end of the world predicted by the saints five hundred years ago.
The golden-winged roc said leisurely: "I look forward to that day coming, that is the day of liberation."
Jiuling Yuansheng looked at it and shook his head slightly: "Five hundred years ago, you rebelled against the demon clan. The saint was kind-hearted and spared your life. Now...are you going to rebel again?"
The golden-winged roc said with a sharp smile: "After the disappearance of King Peacock Ming, what will be the memory of everything in the world for me? I respect the saint, but I also hope that he will die! Without the protection of the immortal soul, I Maybe we can finally find some fun in the world."
On the side of Jiuling Yuansheng's mane, the blue will-o'-the-wisp turned into faces.
The golden-winged roc felt the killing intent. Behind its crow-like mask, a smile appeared: "Nine-headed lion, I know your realm is stronger than mine. You could have been stronger... It's a pity that you were born with nine heads. But we have not drank or eaten for hundreds of years. We are demons, not ascetics. If you continue like this, the Nine Sects you have worked so hard to cultivate will betray you sooner or later. When the time comes, you will disintegrate the Nine Sects on your own without anyone else taking action. When I saw Who can save you, who can you save!"
Jiuling Yuan Sheng was indifferent to its questioning, and said in a low voice: "That's why you can't pull out the holy weapon."
The golden-winged roc looked gloomy.
Before the saint's physical body was shattered, he cut his flesh and bones into cold iron, cast them into four immortal weapons, and gave them to the four immortal demons. He then used the remaining blood and bones to build a city wall for all demons.
The holy weapon it obtained was a huge petrified bow.
After all these years, its demon power has reached the peak it can reach, but it still cannot pull out the divine bow. It regards it as a shame.
The golden-winged roc sneered and asked: "You can pull out the holy weapon, but who can you chop at?"
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "Iron umbrellas are used to protect people from rain, not to kill people."
The lightning flashed, the sound of thunder came from a distant place, shaking back and forth in the hall, and the strong wind shook the bone sculpture doll hanging in the window.
"Where is the deer under your command? Has it gone back?" Jiuling Yuan Sheng suddenly asked.
The golden-winged roc said coldly: "That is the debt owed by the white deer and has nothing to do with me. Now the debt collector has come to the door and it wants to seek refuge with me. I am too lazy to interfere, so I gave it two magic weapons. "
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "What the white deer did has already crossed the bottom line of Ten Thousand Demons City."
Golden-winged Dapeng said: "Where is the bottom line in the City of Ten Thousand Demons? When that woman brought her sword into the city, I didn't see anyone stop her."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng shook his head slightly and said: "The sword cannot enter the city, it is only suitable for outsiders. She is the great disciple of the one in the sky. They are indispensable for the stability of Ten Thousand Monsters City to this day. You don't need to use this matter to cover up."
The golden-winged roc said: "What do I need to cover?"
Jiuling Yuansheng said: "Stop pretending, isn't it you who the white deer obeys? Without your instructions, how could it enter the five realms with its talent, and how could it dare to monopolize the ginseng fruit tree with its Taoism? You If you pour the bloodthirsty evil tree with the bones of your own kin, no matter what the outcome, you will always receive retribution."
Under the crow mask, the murderous intention of the golden-winged roc comes out through the mask.
The will-o'-the-wisp head on the side of Jiuling Yuansheng's head extinguished. He slowly walked into the depths of the hall and said quietly: "I am very curious. In the future, if you get the so-called holy fruit, how much strength will you have after swallowing it? Can you? Pull out your unique holy weapon."
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Bang!
The thunder is still ringing.
In the night of heavy rain, Ning Jiujiu put away the paper and looked at the dark clouds in the night sky.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What does this mean?"
Siming said: "Can't you understand?"
Ning Jiujiu's face was gloomy, and he could guess something.
"I'm going to see that monkey. That monkey is so unlucky that it has to deliver the letter in the rain. Don't die." Ning sighed for a long time.
Siming responded lightly, her eyes always looking at the sky, looking for anyone to step through the clouds.
Ning walked into the forest for a long time.
A small fire ignited in the forest. The flames were roaring in the heavy rain and were not extinguished in a short period of time.
Ning Jiujiu's figure quickly shuttled through the forest, his sword eyes opened, and he clearly saw the traces of the monkey demon passing by.
After going back and forth, Ning Changjiu stopped under a big tree that was broken by lightning.
He leaned down, picked up a leaf and smelled it.
He raised his head and looked at the rain curtain in front of him, showing a puzzled expression.
The monkey demon's aura was clearly cut off here.
But what about other people
Even if it was struck by thunder and fire, and all flesh and bones turned into fly ash, there should always be traces left. Why... disappeared without a trace
Ning wandered in the forest for a while, but found no trace. He turned around slightly and returned to Siming.
During the heavy rain, the white deer in the forest had long disappeared, and large areas of stone camellias were blooming on the mountainside. They bloomed in the face of the heavy rain and bloomed in a variety of colors.
"Where are we going now?" Siming asked gently.
Ning Jiujiu said: "If the power of Lord Ming is really here, we must not leave."
Siming said: "Then you are going to let down that little monkey demon's good intentions?"
Ning thought for a long time about the monkey that was missing in the forest and whose life or death was uncertain. He sighed and said, "What do you think we should do now?"
Siming said: "Go up the mountain."
Ning Jiuchuan frowned slightly: "Why?"
Siming said: "We were not sure about White Deer's position before, but now we are certain. In other words, we are swapping light and dark with it. At this moment, we pretend that nothing happened, go back and wait, and then prepare for the assassination. , is the most appropriate move.”
Ning looked at Siming for a long time and said, "You... seem to have become smarter."
Siming always felt that he was insulting himself, and said coldly: "I think you were stupid because of your dream!"
Ning Jiujiu suddenly realized that he indeed still had dreams to pursue!
The two stood on the mountainside for a while, and in a few flashes they reached the top of the mountain, leaving the waves of camellias behind.
Ning Jiujiu and Si Ming walked into the mansion as usual.
The boys and girls stood at the door, smiling sweetly at them. They each hold an umbrella, and they are carved in pink and jade, which is really cute.
"The guests are finally back." The boy opened the door for them.
The girl handed the umbrella in her hand to Ning Changjiu and said, "It rained today, but I didn't prepare a raincoat for the guests. Please don't blame the guests, and don't tell the birthday boy about this."
Ning didn't take the umbrella for a long time and just said: "Well, don't worry."
The virgin smiled.
The boy asked, "The guest came back so late. Where did he go?"
Ning Jiujiu replied: "I went to the nearby demon temple and paid homage to the legacy of the demon saints in the past."
After hearing this, the girl tilted her head and said, "Those are the real big shots of the demon clan."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are there only four demon saints?"
The boy said: "Of course not. Grandpa Jinpeng is still alive. He is one of the most powerful demon kings in the Ten Thousand Demon City."
The virgin glared at him and said, "You speak without restraint."
But the boy looked proud and said disdainfully: "What can't be said?"
The door opened and they welcomed Ning Changjiu and Siming in.
The two walked through the dark room, candles lighting up one after another.
The girl looked at Ning Changjiu, smiled sweetly and said, "Master, if you have any special instructions, just call me."
Siming glanced at it.
The virgin soul turned pale with fear.
You... aren't you Taoists? I was just kidding, right
The virgin apologized and backed away angrily.
Siming said coldly: "How dare a little flower spirit like this be like this? It seems they have a lot of support behind them."
The two returned to the house.
Ning glanced at it for a long time and said, "It hasn't been touched."
Siming nodded and said: "There is no mystery in this house. Maybe the White Deer Demon doesn't want to scare the snake."
Ning Changjiang opened the window to get some air, and the cold rain blew into the window.
Siming sat down at the table, crossed his legs, made tea and sat quietly, saying, "Let's talk about tomorrow's plans."
Ning Jiujiu sat down next to her and nodded gently.
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In the trial realm of the Vermillion Bird God, Zhao Xiang'er stabbed the sword into the white bones in front of him. The white bones had horns on their skulls, and the flesh and blood condensed by the flames lost their vitality and fell rustlingly.
Zhao Xiang'er grabbed the demon bird's bones and violently twisted the sword in his hand. With a crackling sound, the sword cut through the bird's bones and chopped it into two pieces.
The head fell to the ground and rolled twice.
After the bones died in the battle, they were backfired by the flames in the body and instantly burned into ashes, dripping from Zhao Xiang'er's snow-white fingers.
The wall made of air shattered, and the foggy road ahead took shape.
Zhao Xiang'er breathed a sigh of relief.
She sat down in the center of the battlefield as usual, regained her energy, and went to fight the next demon sparrow.
Today's demon bird is much more powerful than yesterday's, but the power she expends to kill it becomes less.
Is this related to that absurd dream
Zhao Xiang'er became more and more convinced that this dream was also part of Suzaku's trial.
It's just that in the dream, except for that face that makes people love and hate, there seems to be nothing sinister... What is it trying to test me for
Zhao Xiang'er had a feeling that after she fell asleep today, her dream from last night would still continue.
She was still lucky this morning. After losing the bet last night, she woke up in time, but... was she going to face it again
Zhao Xiang'er bit her lip, reluctant in every possible way.
Why did she become his junior sister out of nowhere! Humph... A sinister villain knows how to use sweet words to deceive people!
Zhao Xiang'er was furious as she thought about the scenes she had seen through the mirror in the Three Thousand Worlds.
When I fall asleep tonight, no matter what, I want to beat him up in my dream to vent my anger!
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang'er leaned on his sword and set up several sword talismans by his side to prepare for any eventuality, and then slowly fell asleep and gradually fell into a dream.
Sure enough, the dream continued.
Zhao Xiang'er found herself sitting where she was, with the scripture still lying in front of her. She raised her head, but did not see Ning Jiujiu's face.
Um? Could it be that the person in the dream could still feel his anger and run away in advance
Zhao Xianger was very confused. She stood up and searched the Taoist temple, but she could not catch him.
"Hmph! Even a dream would give me peace of mind!"
The anger in her heart had nowhere to vent, and Zhao Xiang'er became even more angry. She sat down on the stone bench, staring ahead with a fierce face, waiting for Ning Jiujiu to appear, but after waiting for a long time, he was nowhere to be seen.
never mind…
Zhao Xiang'er rubbed her cheeks to dissipate some of her anger, thinking that after finally having some lucid dreams, the time in dreams must not be wasted!
She spread out the scriptures in front of her and read them casually.
Slowly, her casual eyes became serious. Then, she slowly sat down, sitting upright, looking at the content on the scroll, with light in her eyes.
"This...how could this happen?" Zhao Xianger said to herself: "Is this the foundation and source of Taoism? Then what do I have learned in the past? Castles in the air?"
This book, which does not look thick, actually contains endless mysteries. When Zhao Xiang'er first glimpsed it, he suddenly lost his mind.
Zhao Xianger took a long time to flip through two pages.
She withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes gently. What she saw and felt was refined and sublimated in the sea of consciousness, turning into an unprecedented understanding.
Zhao Xiang'er suddenly understood that this must be something her mother had prepared for her!
In this world, except for an existence like Mother, who could write such a chapter that looks directly into the origin of heaven and earth and the primitive Taoism
Zhao Xiang'er was in awe. She turned around and looked at the deep hall behind the twists and turns of the lotus pond. She wondered again: Could this master, the master of the temple, be the fragmented video of her mother? All this is also in my mother’s plan!
Thinking about this, Zhao Xiang'er read the book more seriously for a while.
Well, the mysteries of the Great Dao in the book are endless and fascinating. Last night I was too busy arguing with Ning for a long time without flipping through this book. It was a waste of time. From now on, you must devote yourself to the Tao and never do this again.
Ignore him! Unless he invites me to study together.
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Ning talked with Commander Si Ming for a long time in the middle of the night and made dozens of assumptions.
Siming lazily stretched his body and said: "A white deer alone can't make a big difference, as long as those old immortals from Ten Thousand Demons City don't get involved."
Ning Changjiu asked: "What if they are mixed together?"
Siming said: "If one demon fights, two demons retreat, and three demons... I can only throw you over as a cover and walk away."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Master Priest is so cruel."
Siming said calmly: "Who makes you so weak? Anyway, I can always escape unscathed. Just take care of yourself."
Ning was used to being ridiculed for a long time, so he laughed it off and said, "It's still a long time, I'll go take a nap first."
Siming frowned and said, "Why are you so sleepy recently? What sweet dreams are you having?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "How can there be any sweet dreams? I just want to recharge my batteries to cope with the fierce battle that may come tomorrow."
Siming's words were faint, "Really?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded calmly. He spread the quilt slowly, lay down slowly, and fell asleep quickly.
He returned to that dreamland.
"Junior sister Xiang'er?" Ning Changjiu called softly.
In front of him, there was only the breeze blowing the pages of the book, but no one responded.
Did you come late? still…
Ning Jiujiu couldn't figure it out. He should be the master of his own dreams. He desperately wants to see Xiang'er, but why is Xiang'er missing
He walked around the temple but still couldn't find it.
Ning Changjiu felt much depressed. He sat down by the stone bench and looked at the pages of the book that were fluttering in the breeze. He picked it up and looked at it casually.
Then, his expression became serious, and his originally relaxed posture gradually straightened up.
Ning Jiujiu thought he had read countless poems and books, but he did not expect that there were such wonderful books in this world that could directly reach the root of the Tao. He was immersed in it, enjoying the mysteries of heaven and earth, the purpose of Taoism, and could not put down the scroll. After a long time, he slowly came back to his senses.
Ning Jiujiu knew that his dream would never manifest such a thing, and it must have something to do with his master! Could it be...
Ning looked at the closed palace door for a long time, thoughtfully.
Alas, with such a scroll in front of me last night, I only focused on bickering with Xiang'er and didn't read through it more. What a waste of time! You must know that there are countless lives, unlimited avenues, and great beauty in the book, how can you bear to turn a blind eye!
I will study seriously with Xiang'er from now on!
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