"The sea can be dry and the rocks can be rotten. How can the mountains and rivers last forever? The vegetation in the four seasons is rotated, and the surname of Dawan is 'Zhou'. Isn't it tired?" King Zhuang was very interested at this time. Regardless, Chu and Beili must not be able to hold back. In order to win back the hearts of the people, Xuanyin Mountain must also be eager for foreign enemies to invade... Back then Zhou Kun stole the heart demon and provoked Xuanyin's civil strife. This time, as a son, he will be filial to him once and teach him for free. How did he lead a fairy fight empty-handed—hey, by the way, don’t forget to ask where that kid Xi Shiyong went.”
Bai Ling silently took out the white jade and sighed secretly.
This is a born evildoer in troubled times, like the son of a legendary dragon who is willing to smile only when he sees the beacon fire in the sky. The heart-protecting lotus made by Master Lin may not necessarily have a bloody conflict to refresh his spirit.
But who can be harsh
Anyway, Bai Ling's life belonged to him. If he wanted to become a fairy, he would be the Immortal Climbing Stone. If he wanted to become a demon, he would just be the Soul Eater Lamp.
King Zhuang glanced at him: "Why are you sighing?"
Bering said in a low voice, "I just feel that troubled times will arise and people's lives will be difficult."
Zhuang Wang smiled and said: "The north-south canal is accessible, and the clouds and dragons ride on the fog. Wouldn't people's livelihood be difficult? If it is not difficult, where did this turmoil come from?"
Bai Ling hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Highness, since Xuanyin Mountain dare not fight against the grievances of the people, why don't His Highness just come forward, petition for the people, and lead them to seek justice...and prevent them from being used by those evil spirits."
"I petitioned for them, what are they going to do? I bring them back to justice, do I know what 'justice' they want?" Zhuang Wang said lightly, "I don't know people's suffering, and people don't know my grievances. You say 'how difficult the people's livelihood is', where is the difficulty? Have you ever lived the life of an unemployed laborer? You have never lived it, and you are just watching others with your own eyes. Why do you want to be the savior of others? Don't they Is it a sheep or a human?"
Bering was speechless.
"Even if they would rather be a sheep, I'm not a shepherd. I'm just a monster that crosses the bottom of the sea." Zhuang Wang rubbed his right thumb. Running around outside."
Bering bowed his head and wrote the letter as promised.
Well, this "monster" finally has a string, holding Fanxin.
Xi Ping almost tore the book apart.
He matched the bones around him with the old people in the book: Zhou Ye, the sixth son of Sejong;
According to the book, the princess Changping was only eight years old when she died, so the spiritual bone erected there was also a small one. She put her hands behind her and sat on a stone step with her feet dangling, like a child who is still mischievous. Xi Ping touched her skull lightly, and heard the little girl cry "Mother" in a crying voice...it hurts a lot.
He passed through those human bones, and countless remaining spiritual energy passed by his ears. He heard the last voices of the spiritual bone owners who were buried under the bottom of the sea.
Xi Ping's scalp is about to explode: What are these? What exactly is this
Definitely not hallucinations, hallucinations arise from the heart, without hallucinations, things he doesn't know will be created, forcing him to turn to the book to solve the puzzle!
Finally, he gritted his teeth and stood in front of the skeleton named "Zhou Ying".
The tendons in Xi Ping's calf almost twitched faintly.
Looking closely, he discovered that the thumb and index finger of the skeleton's right hand were missing a knuckle, but right now he had no time to think about these details. All the skeletons whose names were found in the surrounding books belonged to the royal family of Dawan. people... and it is almost impossible for the Zhou family to have the same name as their ancestors.
But what if...
What if the Ministry of Etiquette was negligent when the third brother named it, after all, there have been so many generations; or what if there was a romantic emperor in the past who gave birth to an illegitimate child who hadn't entered the spectrum...
Holding the last ray of luck, he pinched his wrist fiercely, held his breath, and stretched out his hand towards the skeleton.
Just check out the aura... He must have heard an irrelevant last word, right
After writing the letter, Bai Ling suddenly frowned—there was no spiritual energy surging in the distance, that is to say, the connection between the two distances was broken.
What's the matter, the fairy is damaged? Or is that young master running out of spirit stones again
Not so fast...
"Your Highness, it seems that the prince can't be contacted."
King Zhuang gave a "tsk" sound: "The prodigal can't wait for the dawn, and there is no spirit stone..."
But before he finished speaking, Zhuang Wang suddenly seemed to be stabbed by someone, his right hand trembled, and Xi Ping's terrified face flashed before his eyes.
On the unknown altar, Xi Ping mustered up his courage and grabbed the right hand of the skeleton. However, the spiritual energy on the bone did not dissipate like the other bones, but flowed towards the place he touched. The luster brought by the rich spiritual energy made the bone more like a sculpture of Bai Ling... Xi Ping didn't hear the bone The last words attached, the moment he touched the skeleton, the inspiration in his whole body was suddenly transferred to the brow and soul platform, and he met a pair of familiar eyes on the spiritual platform.
The two who had lost contact with Bai Yu were separated by a white bone, and their inspirations collided unexpectedly.
Bai Ling saw that the leisurely look on Zhuang Wangcai's face disappeared, and he covered his forehead, and an inscription faintly flashed between his brows. This "monster who wasn't supposed to be a shepherd" instantly degraded to a mortal, and asked almost incoherently: "Where are you? How did you end up in the bottomless sea, alone? How did you get in?"
Xi Ping's legs softened, and he knelt directly at the feet of the sitting skeleton: "... Third brother?"
The bone is covered with a thin layer of aura, which will absorb the aura hovering around it. After all, Xi Ping was a half-immortal, and he had learned some common sense in Qianxiu Temple. He knew what it was—only spirit bones could absorb spirit energy.
If this spiritual bone belonged to a monk, even if it was only a monk in the enlightenment stage, he would have reached the peak of enlightenment. For Xi Ping, if his cultivation level was close to that of a monk, his name would be blurred and incomplete through a blind mirror. However, the word "Zhou Ying" hanging on the bone was so clear that he couldn't help but look at it, which meant that it was a mortal bone...the legendary innate spiritual bone.
Like Princess Duanrui, Xuanyin Mountain has an innate spirit bone that only emerges once every thousand years.
Bai Ling took a deep breath: "The son is in the bottom of the sea? He is not from the Zhou family, how did he get in?"
Zhuang Wang's initial shock passed, and he immediately remembered the right thumb that was touched for no reason before: "It should have taken a part of my thumb bone."
Bai Ling said: "But the son grew up beside you, and he has a close relationship with you. If he touches your spirit bone, you probably don't know about it."
"Yes, so the thumb bone should have been in someone else's place before." Zhuang Wang was so quick in his thoughts, he quickly connected the cause and effect, "The spirit bone was stolen and I don't know, it should be eight years... I cut off the spirit bone nine years ago. What happened after the bone connection. When you took away my phalanx, the bone robbers should have guessed that the phalanx could be taken away safely based on this, so they followed your example. Nine years ago... nine years ago... before the secret Did the governor in the pavilion, who eats inside and out, retreated nine years ago?"
Bai Ling was startled and said, "He does have that aura on him, could it be..."
"The great earthquake nine years ago caused a rare tsunami in the area of the Returning Soul Vortex. We opened the seal of Wuduhai and fled in the chaos. Liang Chen probably fell into Wuduhai by accident at that time. A phalanx got away. That phalanx should have fallen into the hands of his accomplices, and Shi Yong went to the South Coal Mine to investigate the evil remnants just right..." For a moment, a clear line of cause and effect was exposed in front of Zhou Ying's eyes. I couldn't breathe, I felt like a bug entangled in those threads, as if I couldn't break free from the vicious net of fate no matter what, "Damn it!"
"My lord!" Bering grabbed his fist that was hitting the wall.
King Zhuang took a deep breath, quickly restrained himself, and calmed down: "Shi Yong, listen to me carefully..."
"Who..." Xi Ping interrupted him, his voice was so difficult that he almost scratched his throat, "Who did it?"
"I can't explain it in a few words. I can't stay in that place for a long time. I'll explain it to you when you come back, okay? Be obedient. Wuduhai hasn't blown the wind yet. Take the phalanx that brought you in now, and return to you." Where you came in, find an inscription there, and you will remember it."
He concretized an inscription on Xi Ping's mausoleum: "Look for this, and when you find it, use that phalanx to go through it, and go quickly."
Xi Ping didn't move, he was half-kneeling and grasping the bone's hand. He didn't take his eyes off the bone, his expression was a bit blank, and he asked: "What will happen when the wind blows? It seems that there is also wind now."
This kid has been very curious since he was a child, and he will never give up if he is not satisfied, so Zhuang Wang had no choice but to say: "It's not this kind of breeze—you look up at the rock walls on both sides of the valley."
Xi Ping raised his head like a marionette on a string, and saw countless black caves on the towering stone walls surrounding the valley, like malicious eyes one after another, staring salivatingly at his flesh and blood. When he looked into those caves, the inspiration of crazy warning almost hurt his eyeballs.
"There are demons in the town there," Zhuang Wang spoke three minutes faster than usual, "When the 'wind blows', the monsters in the cave will be awakened. There is no certainty in this place where the wind blows and the wind stops. The devil will wake up at any time. There is a seal of the ten directions here, with your current cultivation level, you can't use aura in it, so don't delay any longer!"
"Oh, I see." After hearing this, Xi Ping nodded calmly, "Then you will be wronged for a while."
"What..." Sparks were almost drawn from King Zhuang's spiritual bones, and Xi Ping could only hear a bit of frustration in his voice, "Don't touch me... my spiritual bones! You can't see that Feng Mo Was it me who made the seal? Didn’t you see that the people before you only dared to take a small finger bone? You... "
As soon as his words fell, the two of them heard the whimpering wind in the valley slightly changing its tone.
Zhuang Wang suddenly changed his expression: "Xi Shiyong, get out of there quickly!"
Xi Ping still didn't move: "How powerful are these demons? Is it the one in the legendary battle between gods and demons?"
Zhuang Wang made him ask so much that he almost had a heart attack—this kid couldn't understand after being taught eight times when he was studying, so he was nicknamed "Mr. Qi Sha". When he doesn't need to be so clever, he can always hit the nail on the head with precision and ruthlessness. At the moment, he had no choice but to say vaguely: "Almost, if you know how powerful you are, don't hurry up."
Xi Ping: "I don't believe it."
King Zhuang: "..."
Is Xi Shiyong probably not the divine punishment sent to him by Jiuxiaoyun
"Heavenly Wrath" said slowly: "I have heard from my master about the battle between gods and demons. It was the ancestors of the cicadas who exhausted their cultivation and fed the demons with their bodies, so that they were able to seal the demons from crossing the sea. Third brother, even if you have an innate spiritual bone , is also a mortal, the demon boss here is not at the level of the ancient demon god."
Zhuang Wang had a splitting headache: "Any level can crush you to death..."
"It's no big deal to pinch me to death. The golden armor raised by the state of Shu can sit on my ass to death. But there are four elders and thirty-six peak masters in Xuanyin Mountain," Xi Ping didn't care about the rumors that his voice was getting more and more wrong. "I don't believe that you can release a group of demons that can be restrained by a single mortal bone, and make these great powers helpless. Before you, the closest spiritual bone belonged to His Royal Highness Prince Rui. Don't lie to me. I found it in the book. Rui When His Royal Highness passed away, you were not there, even if they took your spirit bones before you were born, there was an interval of nearly 20 years. Is it okay to seal the magic seal for 20 years without anyone in town?"
King Zhuang: "..."
He also never expected that he would hear that "Xi Shiyong can read" at this time.
With a sound of "woo", creepy laughter came from the wind, sharp and thin, echoing in the valley, the ground vibrated faintly, the inscriptions originally engraved on the ground raised up, the fishy smell diffused, and the sky was cloudy Get up, there is a blood mist.
"The seal can't be left untouched for twenty years, but the sacrifices can. These monsters will surely not starve to death in twenty years." Now Xi Ping can say that "anger starts from the heart, and evil grows from the gut." Hitting Zhao Zhenwei's laughter, he reached out and took out his spare sword from the mustard seeds, "Who is raising monsters in this ghostly place, who drew your spirit bones and put you here? I want to go out cut him."
"Knowing that it is a sacrifice, you still have to pull out your teeth, Xi Shiyong, you..." Before Zhuang Wang finished a sentence, the inspiration with his own spiritual bone was suddenly cut off—he managed to break free from the connection between himself and his spiritual bone nine years ago , it was because the spiritual bone was touched by Xi Ping, a person with profound karma, and it was re-sensed, and it was broken again at this time, which means that Xi Ping didn't listen to a word, and directly stuffed his spiritual bone into the mustard seed!
The moment Xi Ping "robbed" the spiritual bone from the altar, the sky in the valley changed. A deafening roar sounded, and the hungry group of demons under the thousand-foot seabed were angered by him.
Xi Ping didn't move at all - even if the sky falls today, he will take this spirit bone away.
The sky in Jinping was as heavy as if it was about to fall on people's heads, thick clouds rose above Guangyun Palace, and suddenly an abnormal thunderstorm fell, reflecting the auspicious beasts on the palace walls and the eaves of the main hall hideously.
"It can't be stopped." Emperor Taiming shook his head slowly, "The Zhou family can't stop."
Marquis Yongning sneered: "The ancestors of the Zhou family gave up their lives to feed demons and used themselves to fill the sea of no crossing. The merits will last for thousands of years. Could it be that not only they can't shade their descendants, but also make 'feeding demons with their bodies' a family mission? If you don't want to, I don't believe that Xuanyin Xianshan will openly ask you to fill the sea of no crossing with people—Your Majesty, are you so reluctant to part with this involuntary dragon chair?"
Emperor Taiming was stunned for a moment, then stroked his chin and smiled: "Zhengde... Zhengde, you are really... you are worthy of your name."
Marquis Yongning was taken aback.
"The battle of the gods has long passed, and the five great fairy mountains... oh, now there are four remaining, the pattern has been formed, and the world is separated. The ancient demons and gods have all fallen. What kind of magic cave is the one that I, Xuanyin Thirty-six Peaks, can't level? Ordinary people to guard? Being suppressed in the abyss of no crossing for thousands of years, the demon god should starve to death."
Marquis Yongning vaguely realized something, and a chill suddenly appeared on his back.
"You are right about this 'involuntary' dragon chair." Emperor Taiming said in a low voice, "My Zhou family has been a clan of subduing demons since ancient times. For thousands of years, generations of ancestors have devoted themselves to this society. Ann. Back then, I, the Zhou family, gave up Xuanyin Immortal Mountain to Nansheng, and sacrificed my life to fill the sea of no crossing. We have a good reputation in this country, but now we have to be hindered by those so-called 'Xuanyin surnames' everywhere."
"Eight hundred years ago, Princess Duanrui, who was born with a spiritual bone, was born. The whole family was overjoyed, thinking that the Zhou family would finally have a place in Xianshan, but what happened? What is the Zhou family? Is it a dog?"
"The immortals have forgotten that the demon croucher must have exorcism, and the antidote is born next to the poison." The old emperor said this, with a slightly crazy look on his face, "Wuduhai is the sea of stars in the Xuanyin Immortal Sect. The only thing that can't be seen is the foundation of our clan's resistance to the Dao of Heaven... Now that Anyang has prepared the funeral, it means that Xuanyin Mountain has found out that the South Mine is short of spiritual stones... Guess where those spiritual stones went?"
Marquis Yongning was dumbfounded for a long time, looking at Emperor Taiming's bloodshot eyes: "Are you crazy?"
"The 'innate spiritual bones' chosen as sacrifices in the past dynasties only knew their fate when they were about to die—this was also for their own good. Anyway, their short life in the world is happy. Even if they knew it, they would never cross the sea Pressed on their bodies, they can't reveal a word to outsiders. Isn't it too painful? These pains are carried by us...these shameless despicable people who rely on the flesh and blood of their relatives to carry on their backs. We can only carry this kinicide Otherwise, their flesh and blood will be in vain."
Emperor Taiming sighed and said: "Ying has no real brothers, guess why?"