Funeral for the real dragon…
The cold screams of the ghosts echoed in the wind. The faceless figures held the jade wat and touched their foreheads, as if they were praying. Shocking whiskers grew on each face. , like the beard and hair of a dragon.
The remaining twelve disciples meditating were silent and unaware of this horrific scene.
However, Liu Junzhuo calmed down quickly. She discovered that her ability to see them and communicate with them was entirely due to the power of the residual country in her body.
Can only beings with godhead see them
Real dragon. Liu Junzhuo's first reaction was Zhulong.
When many ancient gods die, the collapsed corpses will turn into many imps with low magic power. These imps will die after completing the funeral for their bodies.
The same seems to be true for these ghostly officials in front of me.
etc…
Liu Junzhuo narrowed her eyes, and she discovered that when she stared at the wall with her spiritual eyes, many strange symbols appeared on the wall.
Liu Junzhuo stared at the symbols. At first, she thought they were murals, but after taking a closer look, she found that they seemed to be some kind of spell.
She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the wall, pulling out a strand of the spell as if peeling off a cocoon, and focused it between her fingers for a closer look.
"The art of destroying puppets?"
Liu Junzhuo's beautiful eyebrows trembled slightly, her eyes flickered and her mouth was half-opened, many thoughts came to her mind.
There are many types of puppet-killing techniques, but they remain the same, and that purpose is control.
Just like people control puppets with silk threads, they control other people with many mental illusions.
Although these talismans were extremely complicated, Liu Junzhuo also had a very discerning eye and could see through their essence at a glance.
The art of destroying puppets…
What is Master going to do? What does he want to control with these ghosts and puppets? A dead dragon
No!
Just as Liu Junzhuo was thinking about it, the words Ning Jiujiu said to her flashed through her mind like lightning.
If Master is a devil, if Master has been lying to them, then these Yan Puppet... fourteen Yan Puppet...
No, they are not puppets!
If Ning Jiujiu did not say anything wrong, then it is very possible that he and other disciples are Yanpuppet!
These ghosts are immersed in the corridor filled with the secrets of Yanpuppet day and night. They are the ones in charge of the threads, and it is very likely that I and my junior brothers and sisters, who know nothing, will unknowingly Become a puppet controlled by them!
Liu Junzhuo stared at the ghost figures walking on the ancient corridor like ouroboros, and the thoughts in his heart were like evil ghosts that could not be suppressed. They gradually poked their heads out of the water, revealing their green-faced and fanged faces.
How did that happen
Liu Junzhuo looked at them blankly, and at his junior brothers and sisters who didn't know anything yet. His lips moved, not knowing whether to tell them what he was thinking.
She couldn't accept her suspicion.
If her guess was correct, then they might all be the master's victims. As for what the master sacrificed them for... it was probably related to Zhulong, but at that time, they had probably lost their minds.
Liu Junzhuo closed his eyes, and the heroic spirit in his beautiful brows was shattered bit by bit.
She stumbled and sat back in her cubicle, panting heavily, her dark hair falling down, looking depressed.
She even hoped that she had been kept in the dark and had not seen all this through her divine eyes.
But since you have seen it, how can you pretend that you don't know it
After a long time, the disheveled woman slowly raised her head, her eyes passing over the quiet figures of her junior brothers and sisters. Her lips pursed into a razor edge, and a determined light gradually lit up in her pupils.
"I won't let you die."
Liu Junzhuo looked at them and gave his promise.
No one heard.
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In the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom, Bai Zang, who looked like a civet cat, raised his head, looked at the proud sun in the sky, and let out a cry.
Siming said: "She said I could take her place."
Shao Xiaoli laughed and said, "If you were a dog, you might be able to stay and look after the house. The cat could just crumple up into a ball and get away."
Bai Zang kept shouting at Shao Xiaoli.
Shao Xiaoli didn't care what she was saying, he just said sarcastically: "Little white cat, you have to know that you can survive only because your meat is not delicious."
Bai Zang's momentum became lower.
She silently walked to the side, lay down weakly, and licked her paws.
While licking, she raised her head and glanced at the statue of Xi He in the center, with a look of vicissitudes of life in her pupils.
Shao Xiaoli also glanced at the statue of the goddess, wondering if this was the founder of Xifan
In the blink of an eye, old friends from the past have become ancient people.
Siming also looked over. She had a hunch that it wouldn't be long before she would see Zhao Xiang'er again. After saying goodbye to Guyun City, she often thought of the girl's beautiful and proud figure. She felt a little helpless. Imagine what it would be like for such a proud girl to be bullied by Ning Jiujiu one day.
Although she was looking forward to that scene, Ning Jiujiu was her husband after all, and she shouldn't have such thoughts...
Thinking of this, Siming made a cold face and looked at the statue of Xihe indifferently, with a look of sworn sworn fate.
Shao Xiaoli let out a soft sigh: "Sister Xue Ci, why did your hair turn red again?"
“…”
This time, Si Ming's eyes looked really angry when he looked at the statue of Xi He.
Above the temple.
Lu Jianjian was basking in the sun with Ye Changong in her arms.
The huge sun stream was on fire, and Lu Jiaoyou's sword body felt the reaction and was also burned by it, while Ye Changong calmly stretched his hand into the flowing flame, without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Lu Jiayou could feel that the coldness of Ye Changong's body contrasted with the heat of the red sun, and it was still cold in the end.
Not only that, where her palm landed, thin ice miraculously gradually formed on the red sun.
"Your body is very hot." Ye Changong said.
Lu Marry asked: "Master, can't you feel the temperature?"
Ye Changong shook his head slightly and said: "It's a little warm, but it's just a little..."
Lu Marion showed a look of pity.
Ye Changong said: "Don't feel pity, because it has been like this for tens of thousands of years. Warmth is nothingness to me. There is no need to feel sorry or happy about nothingness."
Lu Marry couldn't help but ask: "Has Master always been like this? Thousands of years ago, was it also like this when we were together for a long time?"
Ye Changong nodded lightly: "It's always been like this."
Lu Marry asked: "Can't you feel strong emotions?"
Ye Changong lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake, and said softly: "I have been trying to express my emotions."
Lu Marion didn't know what to say.
Ye Changong's moving voice is still not mixed with emotion: "The moon hangs in the sky, it is a sphere, but in human poetry, the moon is nothing more than a jade plate, an ice wheel, a jade mirror... In people's eyes, this is how the moon should be. It’s a flat surface with no thickness.”
As the poem says, she was born frail, and the fluctuations in the weather are just celestial phenomena, not her joys and sorrows.
But that was all she tried to express.
Ye Changong said softly, and suddenly broke out of Lu Marion's arms and jumped into the sea of scalding fire.
The flames engulfed her dress and her silent face.
Ye Changong was immersed in it, and after a long time, he finally felt a slight strange feeling.
Is this warmth...
Ye Changong couldn't help but recall the past of slaying demons with Yi.
In the huge valley, the demon god was pierced through the heart by an arrow. She stood in front of the ferocious head, disturbing his mind with dreams. The young man on the cloud put his bow on his back, drew out his long knife, fell in the air, and chopped off the demon god's heart with one knife. head.
This is an ordinary scene for them.
"Killed another one, and most of the demon gods from the Six Gods of the Beginning have withered away." Yi said.
She nodded slightly and used 'life' as a medium to absorb the power of the devil.
"It's so hot. The resentment of this demon is heavier than the others." When Yi was cutting out the inner elixir of its heart, he looked at the large amount of white energy pouring out in front of him and said this.
"Hot?" Ye Changong fell to his side and stretched out his hand towards the hot white air inspired by the blood.
She shook her head gently. She could feel the whining resentment and was completely unaware of the so-called heat.
"You still can't feel it?" Yi asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Then why can you feel cold?"
How can you know cold if you don't know hot
"because… "
She hesitated for a long time and then told the truth: "I don't know what cold is, but a female gentleman told me that saying she is cold makes her look weak and can arouse people's desire for protection. I guess she is right, so occasionally I’ll tell you.”
"So that's how it is..." Yi cut out the inner elixir, washed it clean with spiritual energy, and then cut it into two pieces like cutting a fruit, and each of them had half, "Which female gentleman taught you a bad lesson?"
"Luo Shen," she said.
Yi smiled and ate half of the inner elixir.
She ate the inner elixir in small bites, regained her spiritual energy, and suddenly asked: "Why is the sun hot, this star is hot, but only the moon is cold?"
Yi thought for a while and explained: "The solar energy splits into high temperature, so it is hot. This blue star bears the sunlight, and there are also clothes condensed by the atmosphere to retain the temperature, so it is also hot. The moon has no clothes... When the sun recedes, All temperatures seem to be false and will drop rapidly."
She lowered her head, thought seriously for a while, pursed her pink lips, and said, "It turns out that I don't have any clothes on."
Yi was stunned. He didn't know if she really didn't understand, or if she had some hidden agenda.
But she raised her head, with a faint smile on her soft and flawless cheeks: "I... it's so cold."
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In the sun, Ye Changong thought about the past and subconsciously opened his arms, but hugged nothing.
She lingered in it for a long time, and was finally picked up by Lu Marian who looked worried.
"Master, where are your clothes?" Lu Marian held her in his arms, looked at the girl's exquisite face, and asked, "Has it been eaten by the sun?"
Ye Changong's words were childish: "The moon has no clothes."
Lu Marion frowned and said, "Why do these words sound so much like what Ning Changjiu said?"
Ye Changong said: "It's him."
"Alas..." Lu Marry smiled helplessly and said, "Master, don't believe his lies."
"Um."
As Lu Marion said, she called Shao Xiaoli and Siming over to choose new clothes for the master.
"From now on, don't take any more clothes than bathing in the sun, otherwise you will be burned." Shao Xiaoli said.
"Yes." Ye Changong nodded.
"It's okay, they are all the clothes Jiuyou snatched. This time it's not the money spent on the wedding." Siming said with a smile.
"It's nothing." Shao Xiaoli retorted: "These fabrics are precious, and you can't even wear them in Duanjie City. Master Xue Ci, can you be a little cherished?"
"Yes, Xiao Li is right, no matter how big your family fortune is, you can't squander it casually." Lu Jiaojiao said.
Shao Xiaoli received support, put his hands on his hips, and said more vigorously: "Yes, little girls should listen to adults, otherwise they should be spanked."
The little girl is of course referring to Ye Chan Palace.
After finishing speaking, the atmosphere froze slightly. Shao Xiaoli realized that he was a little distracted and quickly covered his lips.
Lu Marry and Siming both looked at her: "Why are you talking to Master?"
Shao Xiaoli was about to apologize when he saw Ye Changong jump off the chair. At this moment, she had put on a black skirt and snow-white cotton socks. She stood tall and steady, bowed her hands, as if she was playing a child, and said softly: " Well, I will be obedient."
The three of them held their breath slightly as they looked at the master's small, exquisite and polite appearance.
"Hey, Sister Xueci, your hair..." Shao Xiaoli said in surprise.
"Hair..." Si Ming lifted up a lock of hair, was slightly startled, and then said angrily: "Xiao Li, I'm not as easy to talk to as Master."
"Hey, Xiao Li was wrong..."
Bai Zang was lying at the door, listening to their fight, and yawned silently, feeling that he was out of tune with this world.
In the face of a formidable enemy, the fight is only temporary.
Soon, they began to discuss Gu Huang's battle plan.
They did not shy away from Bai Zang, so Bai Zang dragged the dragon bone chain and listened quietly to the side, meowing a few times and expressing his own opinions.
Generally speaking, marching and fighting in the world may also pay attention to formations, but for a truly top-notch victory or defeat, it may even be just a matter of one sword.
Of course they had nothing to fear from the waning Ke Wenzhou, but what they really had to face at this moment was the dark master who overcame the Kingdom of God.
Shao Xiaoli, who has just entered the Five Paths, will naturally not participate in such a battle. When the time comes, she will cooperate with others to intercept the Sword Pavilion disciples who may appear. The only ones responsible for the duel with the Sword Master are Ning Jiujiu and his Kingdom of God.
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In the night sky, Ning stood on the tip of the sword for a long time.
The tip of the sword is silvery white.
All the scenery is retreating at an unimaginable speed under the feet, and the whole world looks like colorful lines to the naked eye.
The tip of the sword points directly to the northwest.
"I'm still 70% sure." Liu Xiwan said.
"Huh? Why is there only 70% left?" Ning asked for a long time.
"Because the closer I get, the more ominous I feel." Liu Xiwan said worriedly.
In the pure white sea of consciousness, she knelt down and sat on the water, looking at her reflection in the water, her eyes twinkling.
Ning Jiujiu smiled bitterly and said: "Didn't you still promise yesterday? It's only been one day. After two days, won't it be reduced to 10%?"
"Stop talking sarcastically." Liu Xiwan said: "The power of the sword is only related to the owner of the sword, I don't have any say."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Well, as the master, I will do my best."
Liu Xiwan gritted her teeth, always feeling that this villain was taking advantage of her again.
In the sky above Middle-earth, the silver sword roared away.
In the Tianbang, a young man who had been dressed in black all his life walked out of the building, looking up at the sky, with no sparkle in his eyes.
Ning Jiujiu glanced at it from a distance.
He understood that evil had been eroded by the Dark Lord and his mind had been eroded. He was not really killed, just because he was the God of the Earth. His body penetrated the entire world. To kill him, the Dark Lord would need to uproot the entire world. So the dark master just divided him up, giving him an extra sister who could be killed.
This sister became a threat to him. In order to ensure the survival of the poem, he could only tell Ning Jiujiu the secret he knew in the form of a story.
This is not only the deep-rooted brother-sister relationship in blood, but also if the sister dies, the earth will never be complete. Even if the dark lord is defeated, the world will wither sooner or later.
"I woke you up... I will take them back. People of the stars, please calm down..."
Evil stretched out his hand to the sky.
Tears flowed down the cheeks of the boy in black.
He made this promise, but I don't know to whom he made it.
Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun was setting over the western mountains, and the sound of swords in the sky could not be heard in the human world.
Soon, Ning Changjiu passed by Jiange and Eighty-one City.
Eighty-one City was once a fairy city. Five hundred years ago, the saint smashed the fairy palace where there were no more immortals, and they fell to the human world.
Siming had seen the appearance of the Immortal Palace at that time in the Kingdom of Quanfu God - countless white bones hanging upside down as neatly as a lush wheat field.
Ning Jiujiu lowered his head and saw two familiar figures standing on the side of Eighty-one City.
Jiuling Yuansheng and Bai Ze.
They also looked at themselves.
Ning Jiujiu opened his mouth to them and said two words hastily and seriously.
The sword continued to sweep forward.
When passing by the sword pavilion, Ning Changjiu deliberately stopped his sword and opened his Taiyin Eyes to inspect the sword pavilion.
He also saw nothing.
The disciples of the Jiange must have left the Jiange, otherwise, only a divine object of the same level as himself could possibly deceive his Taiyin Eye.
The sword passed by.
The entire continent was crossed in this way.
Amidst the roar of the North Sea, Fourth Senior Sister Si Li stood on the beach with a weapon box on her back. She held a spear in her hand and a sword on her shoulder. She was facing due west. She moved and suddenly flew away.
Bai Ze and Jiuling Yuan Sheng were also looking at the northwest from a distance.
Next to them was a little monkey.
"Xiaoru, Xiaoyi... they are gone..."
The little monkey seemed to be suffering from insanity, his body was swaying and he was mumbling to himself.
After the City of Ten Thousand Demons, it fell back into the mountains and forests and turned into a monkey again. No one looked for it.
It remembered many things, including its own birth... It was originally a needle that stabilized the sea in the sea. Later, when the world was in chaos, it was pulled out by a saint. It no longer controlled the sea, but stirred up the world.
It saw corpses piled up under its body.
Those corpses were smashed to pieces, with twisted faces, shattered bones, and horrifying screams. But at that time, its mind was as calm as a Buddha, and it was invincible in the hands of the saint. It listened to the demon's screams, and listened to With the howling of the monster beast, the blood was washed away over and over again by the salty sea water and the pouring rain.
Their stories have been told in many subsequent books.
But it knew that the story was false. It raised its magic stick and waved it towards the sky, causing the world to turn upside down. What followed was five hundred years of suppression.
People in the story hope that he can tie up the wandering horse and become a Buddha immediately.
But it knows that if the saint is given a hundred chances, the saint will still kill the infinitely dark sky a hundred times.
That brave heart belongs to the saint, never to it.
So after losing the City of Ten Thousand Demons, it quickly became lost, thinking that it was just an ordinary monkey. In order to separate itself from its past self, it even cut its tail into three pieces with its own hands.
From then on, it never went as planned.
The wind and thunder of the Wanli Demon City had passed, and the little monkey stood between the two lions, his expression still in a trance.
"Safety is in your heart."
Jiuling Yuansheng held his head and said in a deep voice.
The little monkey wakes up for a moment.
It raised its head and looked at the seemingly indestructible steel city adjacent to it.
"Are you really going to do this?" the little monkey asked in horror.
Bai Ze said: "If there is no other way, let us be the demons that slaughter hundreds of thousands of people."
The little monkey shook his head and said: "If the saint knew about it, he would rather die inside than come out."
Jiuling Yuan Sheng sighed: "Everyone of the dead people and monsters in those years had courage that no one can deserve. Their value is more than this mere eighty-one cities, but they are all dead. If we don't continue to do it, Then their deaths will be meaningless, and we will lose our future..."
The little monkey opened his mouth, not knowing how to refute. It is the hardest magic stick in the world, but when no one is holding it, it has a soft heart.
"There is no need to comfort yourself." Bai Ze looked at Jiuling Yuan Sheng and said: "The root of the heaven-defying people back then was because they saw the ugly bones of the Immortal Court, so they took the sword angrily and opened up a way for themselves. They didn't Likewise, they are just residents of Eighty-One City. Although in a sense, they are a means to restrain the saint's benevolence, they themselves know nothing."
"Yes!" The little monkey nodded repeatedly. This was really what it wanted to express but didn't know how to organize the words.
But Bai Ze quickly said: "So we are demons. If the warriors can't expel the darkness, then let the demons do it... Then, let us do it."
The little monkey raised his head, opened his mouth, and said solemnly: "There is no... other way?"
Neither lion spoke.
After a while, Jiuling Yuan Sheng said: "Is that your junior brother who just flew over?"
"Yeah." Bai Ze nodded.
"What did he say to you?" Jiuling Yuansheng asked.
Bai Ze was silent for a while and said, "He said, no."
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The Silver Sword continues to move forward.
Further ahead, there is no unnecessary scenery. Apart from the city, all that can be seen is the barren mountains.
Three days later.
November 12th.
The shadow of the Shenhua Building passed before my eyes, and the third senior brother in red stood on the tall building with a thin figure.
Unless there was a real big deal, he rarely left the Shenhua Building without permission.
The Shenhua Building is in charge of the history from three thousand to four thousand years.
"Third senior brother."
Ning Jiujiu stopped his sword in front of the Shenhua Building.
Ji Xuan looked at him and said straight to the point: "Ke Wenzhou is in Guhuang."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Did he do anything strange?"
Ji Xuandao: "He disappears during the day and wanders around Guhuang at night, behaving like... a ghost."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Is there any secret in the ancient glory?"
Ji Xuandao: "I have investigated before, and there may be Zhulong corpses buried deep in the ancient Huanghuang... But at most they are just bones, and there are no more secrets."
"Then..." Ning Jiujiu thought for a moment and said, "Where is Ke Wenzhou's state at the moment?"
Ji Xuan said: "I have used my sword against him."
"Then what?" Ning Jiujiu asked quickly.
Ji Xuan sighed and said: "My sacred painting will crack when it encounters him. Even a part of Xuanze's original power cannot get close to it. Junior brother, you must be more careful."
The sun sets and the night comes.
The sound of sword sharpening came from Guhuang.