The big mistake has been made. Xiaotian and Teng Kun are sorry for the sword at the same time, but no matter how Xiaotian and Teng Kun summon, it can't hear it. To be precise, it also sealed itself, and it waits for the moment when its master wakes up. …
The helpless devil Xiaotian and his second brother Teng Kun, both know that it is irreversible, and Xiaotian will never unblock Qinger because of a momentary impulse. He will go through fire and water for Qi Ziyan. Although Teng Kun cherishes the sword to the spirit. Sheng, but he hopes that all the hardships will come, and he will go through fire and water for his eldest brother...
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Destiny turns, and time is not old. Although it has been moved and shocked, it is still difficult to contain the viciousness of fate. When the great devil puts down his squeaky daughter and re-emerges, it is also the time when the people of the world are being poisoned by innocent people. The ups and downs between the world and the earth will be unfolded by a black magic from the renewal of life and soul, and at the same time the positive energy that has been hidden in the world will be awakened again. After a thousand years of sleep, the contest between righteousness and evil between heaven and earth awakened once again. Accompanied by the contest between righteousness and evil and the praise of life, it led to a series of entangled and unpredictable sad songs.
The situation between the world and the earth is still the same, no one can see the upcoming love, hatred, and the song and tears, and no one can predict the unpredictability that the future will not come. In the sorrow of tears on the earth and weeping of life, there is still tender tenderness born in the mind of the young man.
The blood was all over the rivers and mountains in an instant, and the bones were piled up in front of Qiu, and at the same time, a wave of righteousness was emerging. And the more ancient and unchanging love continues...
Time flies, the years pass by, and in the blink of an eye, it’s the winter season. When it’s dark, one person sits immediately. The man has thick eyebrows, big eyes, high nose and wide mouth. He is riding on a piece of falling snow and galloping in the cold wind. He is closely following him with a handsome face. The young man, that young man is also dressed in black, with a thin maroon red horse under the young man's crotch. Behind them were dozens of masked men in black and black robes, who lined up behind the headed man in black.
The black-clothed man pulled the rein with his hands and called a "donkey", and the horse stopped with a "chirp...", a young man next to the black-clothed man drove forward and glanced at the black-clothed human with deep eyes: "Big brother, turn over This mountain is the village. This time we have about ten experimental products. After a period of training, more than twenty have been infected. Now we can go to harvest and practice..."
It is no one else who drives horses galloping in the snow. It is the Demon King Batian and his second brother, as well as the demon sons and grandsons whom he has collected and recruited for half a year.
A group of more than twenty people came to harvest a batch of mature souls, used to sacrifice souls, and collect undead.
The so-called mature soul means that the original soul has been tortured by the disease, and there is little left. Now those who have been infected with the plague have only the anger and the murderous heart, just like a soulless walking dead, even oneself. The people closest to him don't even remember anymore.
Those people were swallowed up by the devil's soul all day long, their bodies were getting thinner, their eyes were hollow, and apart from eating, they were constantly nourished by the devil's killing intent. It looks like they are dying and motionless, but their souls have become extremely evil, but their bodies have been tortured and died.
Since the first batch of developed plagues is not yet mature, those patients are not aggressive for the time being, but gradually become weaker and thinner, and eventually their souls are completely swallowed and become walking corpses. Demon King Batian has arranged for the other batches to be intensified. They want to completely twist the normal souls and flood them with evil and demons, so that the souls that are sacrificed can get twice the result with half the effort.
After more than half a year, the big demon king Batian (Xiaotian) and the second demon king Teng Kun have formed a demon army, and let one of their subordinates specialize in cultivating poisonous seedlings, and come in to the rituals of black magic, which has become a plague spread in some villages.
There is a rolling mountain in the northwest of the vast land, a small river rushes down the mountainside, and there is a village on the lower reaches of the river. There are more than a dozen households scattered in the lower reaches of the river. This place has been a home for ordinary people for generations.
The weather was fine this day, and a villager was waiting to work on the ground, but found that there was a man lying on his field. The man was in a coma and his forehead was slightly hot. The farmer threw away his hoe and hurriedly picked up the unconscious man and ran to the old doctor in the village.
The old doctor is half a century old, with white hair and long beard, sitting on his wooden table in plain clothes. The farmer greeted him hurriedly and put the patient on the stool in front of the old doctor. The old doctor twisted his beard and frowned. Suddenly the man lying on the table woke up and grabbed something from his arms and threw it. To the old doctor.
"Ah" the simple old village doctor shouted and fell to the table. The man smiled insidiously at the corner of his eyes when he saw the trickery succeeded, and then quickly flashed out of the room and ran towards the dense forest behind the mountain.
In the dense forest, the birds tweeted and the leaves were falling. The deep beauty of nature lurked in the mountain forest in early autumn, but in this dense forest there was a leisurely man in black.
The man paced slowly, looking closely at the vegetation in the woods. There was no sound when the land was stepped on by the withered yellow, the withered yellow dress was fiery red, and the maple leaves dotted with it were particularly enchanting.
Suddenly a man rushed out of the dense forest. The man rushed in the woods, high for a while and low for a while. He seemed to be a practicing family. The man quickly walked through the dense forest, blowing wind under his feet, and ran towards the man in black in the dense forest.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp" two bird calls came from the man's mouth. At this moment, the corner of the eyebrows of the man in black in the dense forest jumped, and the corners of his eyes flashed with a hint of freedom. He still had his back to the side, and at this moment the man quickly stepped forward and knelt on one knee, bowed his head and clasped his fists and said, "Master, things can be done"
"En" The black-clothed man snorted softly. He stretched out a finger and swayed back. The man kneeling on the ground said "Yes" when he saw it, and then touched one hand on one foot. Reaching out into the air, he saw him "swish" and ran to the opposite tree. A few jumps caused the tree to sway slightly, and soon disappeared into the dense forest.
The black-clothed man in the dense forest is still pacing leisurely. While enjoying the beauty of early autumn, he is pacing slowly.
"Tweet, twee, twee," I thought of the birds in the dense forest again, and the leaves on the side of the wood were swiftly moving, and a rapid noise approached the man in black.
"Wh," a figure appeared beside the man in black, kneeling on the same knee, holding his fists in front of his chest, and respectfully said to the man in black: "Master, the matter is done."
The black-clothed man stretched out a finger with a leisurely expression and swayed backwards. The person kneeling on the ground immediately bounced and rushed towards the dense forest. "Tweet, twee," the man also disappeared into the dense forest.
After hearing two "chops, chirps, chirps," the man in black raised his eyebrows with a cold expression, and said, "It's done, go back and harvest again in a month."
After the man in black said, dozens of people in black all around the dense forest jumped up together, stepping on a few branches and soaring in the air, and there was a constant sound of "twee, twee," all around.
The man in black closed his eyes slightly, turned to look at the dense forest and laughed a few times. The laughter of the god of death echoed in the dense forest, but two nearby villages exploded.
In a village, an old doctor who was over half a hundred years old was assassinated and fainted on a wooden table. He had been in a coma and had a high fever. He felt scary hot when he touched it with his hands. A highly respected old man who has rescued countless patients by virtue of his medical skills and morality in his life. He is a man of high prestige in the neighborhood. He is kind and helpful, and heals the wounded. No matter who has any serious illness or disaster, he will come to the old village doctor to talk and listen to him. Persuading, I feel that most of the contradictions and illnesses have been resolved.
So a highly respected healer was not easily framed by others and has been in a coma, causing the village to explode. Coincidentally, in another village next door, a child was also in a coma after eating a snack given by someone else. The parents of the child had brought the child to the old doctor's house for treatment, but the old doctor had the same symptoms.
The old doctor's apprentices are busy discussing ways to rescue them, but even if they have exhausted what they have learned throughout their lives, it is of no use to this symptom.
They read the classics and the medical classics left by the old doctors, but there is no record of this disease. Although they are framed, it is more like a disease.
What happened to the old doctor quickly spread throughout the neighborhood. Many relatives, friends, and people who had been favored by the old doctor came to visit, but all those who came to the village had the same symptoms after leaving the village for a day. For a while, no matter what kind of medicine. To no avail, a terrible plague spread among the people.
According to folklore, no one is spared within three feet of the patient. The poor and innocent people were implicated. The disaster demons in the world reappeared, and the people fled with their families. The contagious power of this plague made the dynasty feel terrified. So many famous doctors were sent to no avail. In just a few days, hundreds of people have been unconscious. Gradually losing weight, the terrible plague made the court uneasy, and he had no choice but to seal off this mountain range to prevent the plague from spreading.
Death enveloped, and the Demon King sitting in front of the cold jade ice coffin was watching his sleeping wife intently. His affectionate eyes were full of sorrow and anticipation. After watching for a while, he got up and walked out of the ice room, came to the hall below, and sat on the skeleton chair.
Five black skeletons gradually rose up. There was a person standing in the main hall. This person was eight feet tall, with handsome eyebrows, and dressed in black. He saw the Demon King Domineering coming down and greeted him very happily.
The man in black is the man in black in the dense forest, that is, the second demon king Teng Kun.
"Brother, this mission went well, and now that one is already..."
I don't know who is leading the emotional thread at one end of the fate to play with all living beings in the world, after the heartfelt emotional devastation, still ruthlessly involve the already crusted wound, let the past roll and beat in the whirlpool of memory.
The Tao is endlessly rolling in the celestial affair, endlessly telling the love, hatred, love, hatred and joys of idiotic men and women.
After experiencing the clouds and the thunder, I am used to watching the falling red films, the flowers are crushed into mud, and facing the necessity of life, under the green light, I read a book called the life of repentance. Carefully search for the great fortune machine hidden in the scroll, and let yourself, your relatives, friends and lovers, and all the passers you meet with destiny, can make choices under the guidance of wisdom.
Gently sort out the destiny once, skimming the right and wrong that is long gone but still entangled in the heart, find a quiet spring for the mood, let the spring red and the snow, the old things are stacked, the new life is rolled up, the hope is rolled up, Set sails of wisdom in life, and everything is destined to follow the waves.
Outside the Red Flame Demon Realm, the flames and ice blend to form a unique insidious gas, and within this insidious, new species suitable for reproduction must be bred. In the place where ice and fire merged, a dark black grass grew.
The plant is not tall, the whole body is dark, and there are only two tender leaves on the stem of a finger-thick stem.
Due to the influence of the geographical environment, this plant is scorched by the magma from the Red Flame Demon Territory, and a peculiar phenomenon has formed just two-thirds of the height of the plant.