Yunzhou Dongfang, Wanjian Sect.
Autumn... has entered winter.
The fog in the mountains has increased again, and walking eighteen miles into the void at Zhike Cliff is a majestic peak in the sea of clouds.
The sword wheels coming and going are all monks.
And in the deepest part of this neon aura skylight.
The woman who had slept for more than two hundred years suddenly opened her eyes. She woke up. There was no earth-shattering vision that would make others instantly know that she had woken up.
When you wake up, you wake up.
She moved her huge body, and the pastoral-style plaid skirt was bathed in the rich spiritual energy, but it was not damaged even after two hundred years. It was obviously not made of ordinary cloth.
The woman's lips curled up, showing a somewhat ferocious look, and the white teeth exposed were all jagged. She picked up the knife box and left the forbidden area.
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"Demon Lord..."
"The Demon Lord is awake."
"The Demon Lord has broken through, great, this is really great."
When the monks of Wanjian Sect saw this woman, they expressed their joy in the same way as ordinary people.
The demon king's bloodshot eyes swept around. She was nearly four meters tall even without revealing her body. Looking at the cute little ones running around and flying with swords, she couldn't help laughing. .
The Wanjian Sect seemed prosperous at this time, but it was far from what it was two hundred years ago. This made her happy and she laughed out loud.
She asked: "Where is Yu Long?"
Three words covered the entire Wanjian Sect.
Soon, many disciples flew over, and they all kowtowed to the ground and said in unison with excited voices: "I have seen the Demon Lord."
Seeing the black crowd kneeling down.
At this time, an elder came to her and carefully reported: "The sect leader is dead."
The demon king's bloodshot pupils were like clouds, "How did you die?"
"Killed by the robbery demon..."
"Oh? Call all the disciples and come here to see me."
The Demon Lord glanced at Du Bai, who had just returned, and said in a low voice: "You are back too? You...are you helping your junior brother like this?"
The voice was extremely cold, and for a moment the cold and arrogant man in white shuddered from the depths of his soul, but he had nothing to say. Although it was not his fault, he recognized it.
What's more, he has been "oppressed" by this woman for fifteen hundred years, and he will not refute anything.
The Demon Lord glanced at him, and when he saw him like this, he stopped questioning him, grabbed a chair, and sat down with his elephant legs crossed.
Even though she was sitting, she was still very tall, overlooking the people on the ground, and then took out a huge honey cake from the storage space. This was the best cake she made before retreating and left to eat after retreating.
At this time, regardless of the crowd, he grabbed a eight-foot-long knife and an extremely long iron fork, and began to cut the cake. While cutting, he said: "Tell me, tell me everything in detail."
Everyone didn't hide it from her.
Start reporting one by one.
a long time…
"Oh? After the war two hundred years ago, the Northland was divided into east and west, and the east was dominated by seven sects. Our Wanjian Sect ranked first among them. The sects rested and recuperated for two hundred years. Now they are on the verge of a new massacre, and there are disappearances. The junior brother went to the outside to investigate the incident and disappeared because of it."
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"Hmm... The prince of Qi is only in the eleventh realm, but he suppressed my Wanjian Sect, defeated his junior brother, and even recited the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" to his junior brother before his death? It's kind of interesting."
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“With the invasion of the Western Sect, there are still people who have reached the Fourteenth Realm
Two hundred years ago, the emperor and empress of the West did not appear because of their cultivation. The two phases fought with me, got injured and ran away. This time, since they have the upper hand, they may all come. "
While the Demon Lord was eating the cake with his fangs full of jagged teeth, he touched his chin with his left hand, as if he was thinking about something, and his eyes were filled with an uncertain light.
If a mortal country encounters a tyrant, all the ministers will accompany him like a tiger.
The monks from the sect feel the same way when they are next to the Demon Lord. They just feel restless because you have no way of knowing what the Demon Lord is thinking.
She chewed the cake with big mouthfuls, her mouth full of milk, honey and jam, but her eyes were slightly narrowed with a ferocious look.
She suddenly smiled and said: "How long has this invasion been going on, and we still haven't come back...
Now you are looking for a traitor.
Hehe... Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie...
Wan Jian Sect's little brats, if you rebel, it's still too late to stand up now. At most, you will have to kneel down on the cliff for three days, and then everything will be fine.
If you don’t stand up now..."
The Demon Lord suddenly paused, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.
A terrifying force accompanied her and she groaned: "I can't live, I can't die."
As soon as the last word was spoken, the heart-stopping mental power rushed out to the surroundings, and suddenly the nerves of several people in the crowd jumped.
That kind of "rebellious" roar almost made them feel throbbing from the depths of their souls.
Others are okay, but if it is true that they have united with the Western Sect and made an agreement, even if they are forced to do so, they can't help but feel frightened.
The Demon Lord glanced at the people in the crowd. These people included the elites of the sect, the disciples who entered the house, and even the elders.
Demon Lord said: "You few will stay, Du Bai will also stay, and the others can go."
As soon as she said this, the disciples of the sect hurriedly stood up, bowed and left as if they had received an amnesty.
Some of those who were caught by her but still stood up quietly were those who had just stood up and had grown old in place... and then turned into skeletons.
The others immediately did not dare to move.
All of a sudden, all the rebels came out.
Demon Lord ate the cake one bite at a time, looked at the group of people with squinted eyes, and smiled: "It's understandable that you are ambitious, I like ambitious people, it's okay, don't be afraid.
People who know me well will call me mom. Do you know why
Because I will be kind and gentle like my mother, and you are like my flesh and blood, so you can't lie to your mother. "
Her aura was terrifying, and even if she restrained herself, she couldn't hide the evil aura inside...
And among the remaining monks, one of them was so frightened that he got up and said: "Monster, weird..."
After saying just three words, the monk turned into a skeleton, and when the wind blew, he turned into ashes.
The remaining people trembled and prostrated on the ground, unable to suppress their fear and began to narrate.
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After a long time.
After listening to the report of the rebels, the Demon Lord thought for a moment and murmured: "So it turns out that a layer of black film is the fourteenth realm?"
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"Du Bai."
"Senior sister..."
"You take all the disciples of the Thirteenth Realm and quietly leave Wanjian Sect to look for opportunities in the Fourteenth Realm. If you don't find it, don't come back."
"this… "
"good."
"Sister!!"
"Be good~~~"
"good."
After a brief conversation, Du Bai left with his sword.
The Demon Lord continued to eat the cake, then glanced at the rebels, suddenly stretched out his forked tongue and licked the cream near his mouth, and said slowly: "Next time they call you, take me with you."
No one dared to say anything, they could only say: "Yes..."
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The Demon Lord did not wait for the opportunity.
Because the people of the Western Sect don't seem to pay much attention to these rebels, they just hope that the rebels of Wanjian Sect can help them clean up the mess afterwards and become puppets to assist in governance.
In early winter, a vague figure has already put his hands behind his hands and followed the wind, climbing up the stairs.
If you look down from a high place, you can see that this figure is surrounded by shadowy monks.
These monks were like soldiers about to go on an expedition, following the figure from a distance.
The dim figure walked to the edge of Zhike Cliff and glanced at the blood-red stone tablet standing on the edge of the cliff. The three words "Wanjian Sect" were engraved on the stone tablet.
The figure snorted coldly, and the stone tablet was directly crushed to pieces by the power of heaven and earth. The crumbs danced wildly in the wind, leaving no trace of residue. This seemed to indicate that today's Wanjian Sect would also be unleashed into a bloody storm.
This figure stood on the edge of the cliff, with a black wound on the left cheek of his face that seemed to be unhealed. It was hideous and terrifying, and amid the black mist, the dark, ink-like black film under his skin was vaguely visible.
This person is none other than the True King, one of the "Three Kings" who previously conquered Beidou Villa.
At this time, he looked at the majestic peak eighteen miles away, the sect in the colorful neon light, and his eyes were full of evil and joy.
"The war between the sects is to take advantage of your illness to kill you, and to seize the opportunity.
Today, it is me, the West, who has won, and you, the East, who have lost. "
After saying that, a hint of vague pride and expectation flashed in the true king's eyes.
Nothing else…
Two hundred years ago, in that horrific massacre, he was almost killed by the Demon Lord, and the scar on his face that had not healed for two hundred years was the result of that time.
But now, there is no news that the demon king has been released. In any case, the demon king in the thirteenth realm will never be his opponent in the fourteenth realm no matter how strong his karma is.
There is no reason, the black film of the Fourteenth Realm cannot be broken, that's all.
And it's funny to say that the way to enter the Fourteenth Realm is simply terrifying, it just requires being lucky enough to find something.
The true king's robes were flying fiercely. He stared at the spiraling mountain peak in the distance as if it had been twisted by a huge force, as well as the palaces on the mountain peak. He shook his head, showing a look of emotion after victory.
Then he took a step forward and flew towards Qiongxiao.
Yes.
He has reached the fourteenth realm.
He is one of the few in the Fourteenth Realm on this continent.
If you don’t wave now, you will wave when. Isn’t life meant to wave when you are strong? After all, I am not a wimp.
When thinking about it,
The sea of colorful clouds flashed by at the feet of the True King.
The wind and current are turbulent, like waves divided into two parts.
When he looked again, the true king had already landed on the land of Wanjian Sect.
He came to destroy the family today and was in a particularly good mood. As long as he killed the Demon Lord, his mood would skyrocket.
The power of the heart is mysterious and mysterious. Maybe you are at a high level, but if you are suppressed too much by others, you will never make any progress in your life, and you are not even as good as those angry people who slaughter dogs and sell meat.
If your mental strength is exhausted, your potential has also come to an end.
And mental strength is the Taoist heart, which is what you recognize and what you strive for. If you have failed and never crossed this hurdle again, to a certain extent, you will have stopped here for life.
As soon as the true king arrived at Wanjian Sect, he was surrounded.
Surrounding him were the disciples of Wanjian Sect.
Looking down from a high altitude, I saw many disciples stepping on the sword wheels. The three layers inside and outside were like a thick half-moon envelope surrounding the intruder, and more monks came here after getting the information.
The true king showed a relaxed look, raised his hands and waved, "Come on."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin buzzing sound filled the sky.
It's like the chirping sound of thousands of bees flapping their wings.
It was the clear sound of many flying swords, like thousands of birds fluttering their feathers in the mountains and forests, bringing with them a tornado-like storm,
The overwhelming cold light, like a series of arrows, penetrated the sky the moment the monks used their sword skills to control the flying swords. They stretched out different spatial distances in an instant, and hit the true king frequently and finely without any gaps. .
For a moment, the true king began to retreat, and those who were hit kept retreating.
But he just retreated, but he wasn't hurt at all.
Because there is a black film on his body surface,
Even though the raging swords contained the power of heaven and earth, they could not break through the black film. Just like rain falling on a large lake, it was impossible for the lake to be shattered with every impact.
The true king laughed and stood in the air, feeling the joy in his heart in the flying sword.
It was really satisfying to be able to be attacked by the number one sect in the East without getting hurt.
So, he glanced coldly at the many monks at his feet, felt like they were just ants, and spat out: "Trash!"
Although he was beaten back by the sharp waves of the flying sword, he was unscathed and felt relaxed.
And suddenly, he felt a strange gaze.
The gaze was behind him.
The true king turned around and saw a man standing on Zhike Cliff.
Huge body, long figure, bumpy belly, and cute pastoral-style floral skirt.
The small wild flowers on the skirt were fluttering in the cold wind, revealing the white elephant legs underneath.
"Demon Lord!!!"
The true king was startled and immediately showed joy.
But his joy showed when he saw a bloody mouth rushing from the high cliff.
The Demon Lord's head unexpectedly grew extremely long, transforming into a terrifying giant python that stretched across the sky, with a bloody mouth.
The true king did not panic and let himself be swallowed by the big mouth.
As long as it reaches her belly, he will directly use a gesture that is almost enjoyable to kill the demon king who has made history soaked in blood.
He must make this disgusting, perverted, and murderous woman taste pain.
On the cliff, the demon king took back his head, ate the enemy, and then burped.
She touched her belly, raised her hands in the shape of little flowers, hummed a song that was supposed to be cute, and ran down the mountain.
Then…
The true king did not come out.
One minute…
Two minutes…
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One stick of incense time…
The true king still hasn’t come out.
The demon king had already jumped to the mountainside. With sharp eyes, she picked a red plum blossom and put it in the end of her hair. She combed her long hair carefully, thinking that if she wasn't so fat, she would be a stunning beauty. .
I feel the covetousness of many heterodox monks in the distance.
The Demon Lord closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then suddenly spoke, in a coaxing tone: "Don't be afraid, mom won't kill you, ah."
In the distance, no one dared to move.
No.
It’s not that I don’t dare to move.
But full of doubts.
What's happening here
Where is the true king
Where did the true king go
Not to mention these different monks, even a group of monks from the Wanjian Sect couldn't understand what was going on.
The intruder just now was obviously from the Fourteenth Realm. How come he was eaten by the Demon Lord and stopped moving
No matter how strong your stomach is, it's impossible to digest the Fourteenth Realm, right
Everyone even started counting.
I just hope that when the count is up, the terrifying master of the Fourteenth Realm will break open this woman's belly and come out.
The monks of Wanjian Sect are holding their hands tightly. They know that once the Demon Lord falls, what they will face is the catastrophe of the death of the sect and the annihilation of the inheritance.
On Zhike Cliff, Demon Lord's barbell-like laughter spread out: "Come to mother, I want to whisper to you."
Still no one moved.
This time no one dared to move.
The Demon Lord suddenly opened his hands, like a mother about to hug her children, and then made a gentle "hug" movement.
In all directions, all the existing monks of the Fenghua King Sect, and all the monks who followed the true king on the expedition, felt a terrifying pull far beyond the ordinary twelve realms.
In the next moment, their bodies lost resistance and were driven by the pulling force, flying straight towards the source of the force.
The source is mother’s arms.
The light in Demon Lord's eyes slowly bloomed, and seeing these monks was like seeing cute children.
And those "children" were scared out of their wits. They wanted to run, but they just couldn't. In the space of two or three thoughts, they were already held in their mother's arms.
The Demon Lord's arms became extremely long, like two giant pythons.
These two python-like arms "gently" hug the "children".
Then she folded her arms.
Click click click…
The bones of the monks who possess Dharma bodies and the power of heaven and earth are shattered by the force of this hug. If the flying sword in their hands is caught, it will also break inch by inch and turn into scrap metal and copper and fall to the ground. .
The disciples of Wanjian Sect in the distance were dumbfounded.
The phrase "my senior sister is invincible in the world" that the former sect leader shouted every day could not help but resound in their minds.
Damn, this is really invincible...
The Demon Lord let go of his hand.
All the monks she hugged collapsed.
The Demon Lord then looked down at them and said kindly: "Go and tell your emperor and empress that I am waiting in the Wanjian Sect. The battle I owed two hundred years ago will be made up this time. The date is set for seven days." Later."
The monks did not dare to look at her and just whispered: "Yes..."
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"What is it? Teacher... where are you taking me?"
"My teacher is going to teach you a strange skill today."
Mengmeng's eyes lit up like light bulbs gradually recovering their power, "What's your ability?"
Xia Ji stretched out his hands and lifted them up to the sky.
The snowflakes that fell in early winter fell on his hands.
Looking sideways and seeing the little girl's sparkling eyes, Xia Ji suddenly said, "Have you ever built a snowman?"
"Snow... snowman?" Mengmeng was stunned for a moment...
She seemed to be reminded of some memory, and her voice became gloomy, "I haven't piled it before, but when I was still in Dai's house, many children would make snowballs in winter. I wanted to go over and play with them, but they would throw them away. The snowball hit me, said I was a disaster, told me to get away...
I said I wasn't, and they laughed again, hit me harder, and then ran away again.
No matter what I say, they don't listen..."
Xia Ji touched her hair, "It's normal. When I was a child, I was often called a fool, a fool, and a nerd, and they were all my brothers and sisters.
But so what? "
"Teacher, aren't you going to argue with them?"
"Why do you want others to admit who you are? Don't you think it's your own fault?"
"But... my face and my body are not human at all."
"Do you think you're human?"
"I..." Mengmeng was a little unsure, and she didn't dare to say it.
But the next moment, Xia Ji lifted the little girl up and put it on his shoulders. He was now sixteen, almost handsome, quite tall, and with broad shoulders, so that sitting with such a little girl was completely impossible. no problem.
Xia Ji supported her and walked through the bustling streets. Many people passing by turned their heads and looked at the boy and girl who were walking proudly.
"The relationship between brother and sister is really good."
"Yes, this boy is really handsome."
"The little girl is cute too."
"It's so cute... Those eyes are like transparent gray crystals, pure and flawless, so beautiful."
"The same goes for that boy. His eyes are so deep... Wow, why is my heartbeat speeding up?"
Mengmeng had never shown herself in such a high-profile way in front of everyone. She felt that everyone was looking at her...
If it weren't for the big hand holding her up, she would have been so frightened that she would have found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
She trembled several times and wanted to escape, but was fixed by the hand and unable to move.
Walked through a street...
Two streets…
Three streets…
Xia Ji bought two more bunches of candied haws, one for each person, and then raised his head to look at those beautiful gray crystal eyes, "I think you are human, what about you?"
"I… "
Mengmeng suddenly burst into tears.
She didn't know why she was crying. The valve of evil thoughts was getting tighter and tighter as it continued to be unscrewed clockwise, and the turbulent river of the abyss could no longer be stimulated to rush out.
She lay on Xia Ji's head and cried. After crying for a long time, she said: "Teacher, you are right, I think I am."
Xia Ji smiled and said, "Let's go, I will teach you how to build a snowman. There is no place in this city. Let's go out of the city and then walk thirty miles west to the capital of Daqi. I will take you home."
Someone in my family makes delicious mutton soup. Have you tried it? "
"I drank... but..." Mengmeng obviously thought of some bad memory again.
Xia Jidao: "Nothing, it's very delicious. I've remembered it for a long time. A bowl of it is the warmest thing in winter."
The two walked for a while...
Mengmeng suddenly asked: "Teacher, are you treating me like this because I am a monster, and you want me not to do evil?"
Xia Ji paused, put Mengmeng down, half-kneeling, put his hands on the little girl's shoulders, stared into her eyes and said: "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. I don't want you to be swayed by prejudice and make mistakes." Going astray, and..."
"And what?"
Xia Ji smiled and said, "If I say that I am the same as you, would you believe it?"
"Ah~~~"
"You are my disciple. From now on, you will not be a monster, nor will you bring disaster to the common people."
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"Let's make a snowman and go home."
The boy took the little girl's hand.
He stepped into the wind and snow.
The wind and snow are charming.
My eyes were confused and my eyes were red.
Mengmeng had never cried like this before. As she walked, two lines of tears fell down her pink cheeks, but the big hand holding her was warm and gentle.
This sharp and bone-shattering winter wind feels like spring.
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at this time.
Outside the imperial capital of Da Qi, a flying chariot pulled by a black dragon soared above the blue clouds and headed west.
The golden-robed man on the flying chariot is the real king, one of the three kings.
He has also entered the Fourteenth Realm, with only one purpose:
Massacre the city.
Why massacre the city
The State of Qi was originally a subordinate state under the Five Sects of Qingfeng.
The five Qingfeng sects belong to the Western sects.
Although the Qingfeng Five Sects were defeated by the Wanjian Sect and were cut off from the Qi Kingdom, this was ultimately a shame for the West.
The purpose of slaughtering the city was to scare the monkeys and tell the world that those who rebelled under the Western sect would only die.