One hundred years ago, Xuan Lingzi, who had just entered the God Transformation stage, fought against the four demon lords alone, turning the tide of the war and forcing the demon clan to sign a peace contract; a hundred years later, Xuan Lingzi reappeared and entered the battle. In the middle of the transformation of the gods, the news of the ten-year truce between the two clans was brought.
When he said these words, a clear dragon roar resounded through the world. The long and beautiful white dragon hovered down from the nine heavens and landed in front of Xuan Lingzi.
However, Xuan Lingzi stood in front of everyone, took a slight step forward, and stifled the wrath of this noble beast.
There was a confrontation between the two on the magic mountain, their eyes were facing each other, and the majestic and fierce spiritual pressure collided in mid-air, causing the earth to tremble. In the end, Jin Li let out a long roar and flew away. Xuan Lingzi withdrew his powerful pressure and stood on the top of the magic mountain, looking down at the stunned demon army.
This battle is over.
From the Yunzhou Rebellion to the final battle of the Demon Mountain, the two sides fought for only a month, but they have already caused irreparable damage.
Yunzhou was slaughtered, and the corpses were scattered everywhere; the demons sacrificed, and the blood flowed into rivers. In the end, I didn't even know whether the human race died a lot, or the demon race died more. Yunzhou has become an empty city, but in order to set the Tianqing Breaking Sea Array, the dead demon clan can also be counted in tens of millions.
When the war ended abruptly, the surviving humans were not so fortunate.
Above Yunzhou, the only mortals left numbly packed up their broken homes. Some mortals simply chose to leave here and move to other places; but some mortals have obviously lost all their families, but still stubbornly return here and rebuild their homes.
The fallen leaves return to their roots, where they are born, where they die.
The location of Yunzhou is dangerous, but it is the place where they grew up all their lives.
The monks began to deal with the question of where these mortals would go, and the Feihua Sect and the Guiyuan Sect also sent people to help these mortal nations establish a formation. The smallest formation takes the village as a unit and is placed one by one; the largest formation is to defend each country's national protection formation. Each formation requires the efforts of a Mahayana monk, and it is absolutely impossible to complete it without half a year. .
This is the current situation in Yunzhou, as well as the current situation in Mingzhou, Chaozhou and Fuzhou that border the Yaozu.
And the Demon Realm, which is closest to the Demon Realm, is already dead silent at this moment. The blood of humans and monsters seeped into this land, making the already dark brown soil a little richer. Perhaps the red on this earth is made of blood, it is so pure, and so shocking.
On that day, when Xuan Lingzi forced Jin Li to leave under the pressure of the middle stage of God Transformation, he turned around and left with his unconscious disciple, without giving any explanation to the demon clan.
Yaozun Xingwei and Yaozun Hao Zhan looked at each other. They naturally couldn't suspect that Xuan Lingzi was deceiving them, because there was absolutely no place to deceive this kind of thing. When the last Heavenly Rank Demon Venerable fell, Heavenly Demon Venerable Dujue Tianlao became the well-deserved backbone of the demon clan. If he really wanted to make peace with humans, it would be equivalent to the demon clan wanting to make peace with humans.
And if Xuan Lingzi was really lying to them, why would he say a specific number
ten years.
What does this number mean? Xing Wei and Hao Zang don't understand for the time being, but it doesn't prevent them from going back and asking Du Jue Tian Lao. And Xuan Lingzi has entered the middle stage of God Transformation. The two of them are definitely not the opponents of Xuan Lingzi. Even Jin Li has left, so it is a correct choice for them to turn and leave at this moment.
But when the two demon clan looked at each other and waved their arms together to let the demon clan army evacuate, they did not find that the tall and tall figure suddenly stopped, and the steps under his feet stopped slightly.
After Xuan Lingzi turned around, his face suddenly turned pale. His back was still straight, and the terrifying coercion of the cultivator in the spiritual transformation period did not weaken, but a trace of blood flowed down from his lips and dripped lightly on Luo Jianqing's collar, as if Smudged like ink.
After Xuan Lingzi carried Luo Jianqing into the main hall of the Magic Dao Palace, he coughed violently and immediately spit out a mouthful of black blood.
When Yu Qingzi saw this, his expression changed and he quickly said, "Junior Brother, what's wrong with you!"
Xuan Lingzi gently released Luo Jianqing and said, "Senior sister, look at the situation of Jianqing first."
Where does Yuqingzi have the mind to take care of Luo Jianqing's situation, she hurriedly said: "I used my spiritual sense to probe into Jianqing, but he just suffered a severe loss of spiritual power, and Yuanshen also suffered a little injury. Junior brother, You give me your hand, your cultivation is far beyond mine, and I cannot directly diagnose you with my spiritual sense."
Xuan Lingzi shook his hand and put Luo Jianqing's hand directly into Venerable Yuqingzi's hand. In the latter's astonished gaze, he said a fact calmly and calmly. He was calm, but the people around him were so frightened that their eyes widened. I just heard him say: "When I left the extreme north, I met Dujue Tianlao and played against him once. He has already stepped into the sky, and his strength should not be underestimated, so I was slightly injured. , it's not in the way. I just came here to hurry, so I didn't stop to heal."
Venerable Guanglingzi said in disbelief, "Has Dujue Tianlao entered the heavenly rank?"
The ancestor of the Bai family also said in horror: "This... how is this possible? As far as I know, that Dujue Tian Lao has stopped at the peak of the earth rank for at least 7,000 years, and everyone in the world knows that he has no chance of reaching the celestial rank. Why did he suddenly enter the sky?!"
Xuan Lingzi's phoenix eyes drooped slightly, and he glanced at the ancestor of the Bai family lightly, without saying a word.
While everyone was thinking about it, a bloody figure flew in quickly from the temple gate. The visitor's chest was still seeping blood, and his face was very bad, but he came here directly, and the first sentence was: "How is Luo Jianqing?"
Everyone turned to look at him, Xuan Lingzi squinted slightly and looked at each other.
What followed was Qi Luo, the chief steward of the Magic Dao Palace, Qin Guihe, the left protector, and Qin Siyi, the right protector. Qin Guihe said anxiously: "Palace Master, your old injury has not healed and you have a new one, so you should quickly heal your wounds. !"
Mo Qianqiu didn't answer, he looked straight at Xuan Lingzi, the eyes of the two met in the air, as if looking at each other in the dullest way, but they seemed to have sparks and crackles. In the end, Venerable Yuqingzi couldn't stand it any longer, and forcefully took Mo Qianqiu away.
As a Dan Xiu master, she couldn't just ignore such a seriously injured person.
Although Xuan Lingzi's injury is serious, he can heal himself; Luo Jianqing's injury is not too heavy, and Xuan Lingzi can heal him.
However, Mo Qianqiu's injury made Yu Qingzi very embarrassed.
A few days ago, she healed Mo Qianqiu. Using the eighth-order Divine Pill as a guide, she stole the thunder from the sky and repaired his broken heart and bones. Now, Mo Qianqiu has been injured again. This time is far more dangerous than the last time, and the heart has been directly taken out!
For ordinary mortals, they would die if their hearts were cut open, without exception; for ordinary monks, they would not survive if their hearts were cut open. Only a top-notch power like Mo Qianqiu can cut out his heart and put it back, but the wound of the heart is not so easy to heal.
"That Yaozun Jinli is a demon clan, and he is a divine beast. He can cut his heart, how can you?" There is a saying in mortals called the heart of a doctor's parents, which is not inapplicable to Venerable Yuqingzi. She While healing Mo Qianqiu, he said bitterly: "There is only one divine beast in this world that has lost its heart and can still live for thousands of years. Our human body is not as strong as the monster clan, although you have a high level of cultivation. , but the lifespan is…”
The voice stopped abruptly, and Venerable Yuqingzi suddenly realized that he was talking too much.
When she saw Mo Qianqiu's scars all over her body, she had long forgotten who was standing opposite. Especially the bloody scar on her chest made her tremble with fear. Such an injury is fatal to any cultivator, and it can even be said that there is no doubt that he will die below the calamity.
However, none of this is a reason why she can poke other people's scars.
After a long sigh, Venerable Yuqingzi said, "I shouldn't have mentioned that matter, Mozun, it's my fault, you don't care."
Mo Qianqiu looked at the ground with his eyes wandering, as if he didn't hear Yu Qingzi's words at all. Seeing this, Yu Qingzi was speechless and thankful. What is speechless is that there are such cultivators in the world who dare to ignore a Dan Xiu's order; fortunately, what he said just now was not noticed by Mo Qianqiu, otherwise... less than fifty years of life. , is indeed too cruel.
This time the injury of the mind is enough to make the Demon Venerable only have fifty years of lifespan left.
Fifty years later, he fell into reincarnation, the animal realm for 3.61 million lifetimes, and the torture for 3.61 million lifetimes.
Thinking of this, Venerable Yuqingzi couldn't help trembling. Even though it wasn't her who was punished like that, she felt a chill in her heart and dared not imagine such a day. What a desperate reincarnation that was, once the arrogant man admired by the world, but then a beast that everyone can deceive.
Yu Qingzi shook his head and sighed in his heart: If the war could be truce for 50 years, it would allow this Mo Qianqiu to enjoy the last time.
In the side hall, the eyelashes of the young man lying on the bed trembled slightly, but after a while, Luo Jianqing opened his eyes and woke up.
When he first woke up, he felt that his whole body was about to shatter, his muscles and veins seemed to be squeezed into pieces, and the pain in his dantian felt as if thousands of small needles were stabbing. He wanted to turn over, but he felt unable to control his body. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't even move his arms.
This feeling of being unable to control the body is really torturous. Luo Jianqing is about to use his spiritual power forcefully to see what his situation is now, but he has just used a little spiritual power when he is suddenly pulled into a warm embrace inside.
His body froze suddenly, and the cold lotus fragrance poured into his nose.
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes slowly, only to hear a soft sigh ringing in his ear: "Jianqing." The warm exhalation blew into his ear, like a delicate kiss, which made the tip of his ear red. , thousands of emotions suddenly came to mind.
Luo Jianqing wanted to turn around, but he still couldn't move, as if he found his predicament, Xuan Lingzi put his palm on his back waist, and gently lost a trace of spiritual power. In an instant, "Nine Lotus Captures the Sky" ran quickly, fiercely capturing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and Luo Jianqing also discovered that his body was unable to move because the spiritual energy was too depleted.
However, Luo Jianqing didn't have the mind to pay attention to such a problem at the moment, he immediately turned around and saw the man at a glance.
This glance suddenly became infinitely long.
At the moment when his eyes met, Luo Jianqing seemed to hear his heart tremble. Surprise, excitement, hardship, and grief, his throat slowly became bitter and astringent, and his eyes were a little wet. Luo Jianqing closed his eyes slightly and stopped his behavior like a little girl.
However, his eyes are sore, his heart is sour, he can't even care about the pain in his body, he just feels wronged.
After Xuan Lingzi was trapped in the dry mountain, Luo Jianqing experienced too much. The fall of Mo Qiu, the crisis between Buddha's son and Yunxiang, the invasion of the 36 states by the demon army, and the devastated and bloody battlefield...
In the face of all this, Luo Jianqing didn't say that he couldn't bear it, he just accepted everything silently.
When the spiritual power of the digital powers was about to burst his muscles, he didn't say a word; when the powers asked him to take risks and cross the sky and break the sea, he didn't say a word.
In the past six months, Luo Jianqing has been gritted his teeth and persevered, and has survived countless events that can make ordinary people collapse.
He is only a cultivator at the fusion stage, and he has only lived for more than fifty years. This was the first time he had seen the cruel and ruthless war between the two clans, but it was only the first time that he had to go directly to the front line and take on many responsibilities that should not have been borne by him.
Luo Jianqing endured everything silently. He had no time to grieve the fall of his dear friend, nor to care about the safety of his beloved. No one will think about whether he can bear it, even he can't think about it, he can only accept it blindly and work hard.
Originally, Luo Jianqing always believed that he was selfish and cold-blooded. In his last life, he was hunted down by countless monks. He was in danger and almost no one believed him, so he no longer believed in this world. As long as Xuan Lingzi and all the people he cared about were still alive, then the lives of others had nothing to do with him. But when he saw Yunzhou with corpses lying everywhere, he finally admitted that he couldn't be so ruthless.
If he can face the corpses of more than 20 million innocent compatriots and still not change his face, then he is not a human being, he is a beast.
But now, he was alone here, and he could finally vent the pain in his heart. But in the end, Luo Jianqing just hugged Xuan Lingzi and buried his face in his shoulder. He didn't cry, but hugged him tightly, as if he could grab the other person and disperse the things that were about to crush him in the past six months.
Xuan Lingzi hugged the young man's body tightly, and took the other party into his arms, his eyes were full of distress. His hand gently caressed Luo Jianqing's body, his movements were gentle and infinite, making Luo Jianqing relax slowly.
The events in the past six months have also greatly improved Luo Jianqing's ability to bear, and he quickly recovered.
Next, Xuan Lingzi briefly talked about the truce between the two clans, and at the same time healed Luo Jianqing. When he heard the truce between the two clans, Luo Jianqing couldn't hide his joy; however, when he heard the last, Luo Jianqing suddenly froze and remembered: "Mo Qianqiu..." After a pause, he said again: "Master, the devil Senior respect, I don't know how?"
Xuan Lingzi's eyes changed slightly, and he said indifferently: "With Senior Sister Yuqingzi here, he is not in serious trouble." After the words were finished, he said: "Jianqing, you have been in a coma for three days. The collapse of the dry mountain and the two clans The war is a life-and-death test for you, but it is also an opportunity. If you can make good use of it, you may be able to make a breakthrough with the help of the muscles that have been forcibly expanded by the spiritual power of others.”
Luo Jianqing was silent for a while, and asked, "Master, is Senior Mozun really okay?"
Xuan Lingzi's thin lips pursed slightly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Naturally."
Then Luo Jianqing began to practice pranayama, and Xuan Lingzi guarded the law for him. When the sky was getting dark, Xuan Lingzi was called by Guanglingzi to discuss the battle in detail. After he left, Luo Jianqing opened his eyes suddenly, opened the door quietly and left.
When Luo Jianqing opened the door and left, Xuan Lingzi, who was turning a corner, paused slightly, but in the end he didn't say a word.
Going forward along the carved corridor, and turning two more turns, Luo Jianqing saw the great hall. Resplendent, carved beams and painted buildings, this hall is like its owner, majestic and majestic, and the impeccable and domineering beauty fills every corner of the palace.
Luo Jianqing hesitated for a while outside the door, but never knocked on the door. But before he could think about it, he heard a "squeak", and the door of the ten-zhang-high palace silently opened for him.
A soft and hoarse voice sounded: "If you have something to look for, why do you have to wiggle outside the door."
This sentence made Luo Jianqing stride in.
After entering, Luo Jianqing frowned slightly in the dark environment. He took a few steps forward, only to see the Demon Venerable wearing a red robe sitting cross-legged in front of a chessboard, holding a white stone, and lightly placing it on it. Flick the dot. He wore very little, revealing a large white and flat chest. Obviously both parties were men, but Luo Jianqing felt a little embarrassed, and his eyes quickly swept over.
Mo Qianqiu said: "Since you are here, then sit down and play chess with the deity."
Luo Jianqing asked, "I didn't know you would still play this mortal's chess." After speaking, Luo Jianqing sat down and placed a black piece.
Mo Qianqiu's gorgeous face appeared a little hazy under the dim light of the night pearl. This hazy makes the scar on his left face no longer so obvious, but very soft, and even the arrogance in the past is a little less, and this face has an amazing beauty.
He said indifferently: "You are just a junior, why should you know about the deity?"
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned, and before the sunspot had fallen, he said, "What the hell is going on here, Mo Qiu..."
"Xuan Lingzi's apprentice," Mo Qianqiu's indifferent voice interrupted Luo Jianqing's words, making him stunned. I saw this pair of bright and slender peach blossom eyes shone with brilliance, but the words he said were very cold, "This deity only treats you a little closer because you are Xuan Lingzi's disciple. Xuan Ling Ziyu saved the life of the deity a hundred years ago, and the demons like me have always been grateful, but if you go too far, the deity will not be tolerant to you because of your master.”
Luo Jianqing's fingers tightened, and the black chess piece was pinched into his palm: "Mo Qiu!"
Mo Qianqiu raised his eyes: "Why do you want to call the name of the deity's disciple?"
Luo gradually stared at him with bright eyes and said, "I spent three years with Mo Qiu on the ninth floor of Flowing Flame Valley, and after that, we went through life and death. He saved me many times, and I also saved him many times. I, Luo Jianqing, have always had only one life and death friend, even if I handed my life over to him, I will never complain." Speaking of this, Luo Jianqing raised his eyes and looked at the red-clothed Demon Venerable, his eyes were awe-inspiring, as if he wanted to After seeing it through, after a long time, he said word by word: "If you were really my life and death friend, you wouldn't lie to me."
The smile on Mo Qianqiu's face has long since disappeared. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Luo Jianqing blankly.
After the two looked at each other for a long time, Mo Qianqiu chuckled softly, and then laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, Xuan Lingzi's apprentice, do you think too much? The deity doesn't understand what you are talking about. If you have something to say, you don't need to hide with the deity. The deity never lies, let alone the face of the deity. For a junior like you, is this deity still afraid of you?"
Luo Jianqing's body was stiff, looking at the Demon Venerable who was laughing wildly in front of him in disbelief.
Mo Qianqiu pointed his finger at the chessboard and said, "It's your turn."
Luo Jianqing didn't even think about it, and subconsciously put the chess piece on it. After he took this step, Mo Qianqiu let out a laugh from his throat, and Luo gradually looked up at him in surprise. I saw that under the dim light, the red gauze beauty curled her lips and looked at him with a low smile: "You have already lost."
Luo Jianqing frowned: "If I can come back to life, can you promise me one thing, senior?"
Mo Qianqiu raised an eyebrow: "What's the matter?"
Luo Jianqing's face was calm: "You have to answer me a question, don't lie."
Mo Qianqiu's red lips were slightly raised: "Do you think that after making this move, you can still win the deity?"
Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes: "Don't you dare?"
Mo Qianqiu swung his red sleeves and said, "Why does the deity dare not!"
Luo Jianqing leaned over slightly and bowed: "The younger generation is welcome."
An hour later, Luo Jianqing gave out his last son and set the overall situation. Mo Qianqiu's expression remained unchanged, and he could not see the emotions in his heart.
Looking at his appearance, Luo Jianqing squeezed his fingers tightly, suppressing the nervousness in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly. He only said one word, and found that his voice was so trembling that he couldn't speak. After stabilizing his emotions, he said, "My problem is..."
"Mo Qianqiu, are you Mo Qiu?"
Mo Qianqiu held his chin with one hand, and the soft red yarn slipped from his wrist. He smiled and looked at the solemn young man in front of him, and said casually: "Of course not."
Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed: "You lie!"
Mo Qianqiu covered his lips and smiled: "Why does the deity need to lie? If the deity tells a lie, why not let Jin Li gouge out the deity's heart?"
Luo Jianqing felt as if he had no strength all over his body, and his whole body went limp. When he left Mozun's palace, Mo Qianqiu still looked at him with a smile. There was a kind of arrogance and coldness in that smile that rejected people thousands of miles away. Although he was laughing, he didn't laugh to the bottom of his heart, which also made Luo Jianqing feel cold in his heart.
Luo Jianqing didn't know how he got back. Originally, hope had risen in his heart, but now it has all been extinguished. And he naturally didn't know that after he left, the smile on Mo Qianqiu's face suddenly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, a figure in white appeared in the palace, standing behind the place where Luo Jianqing had just sat down.
Mo Qianqiu leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his eyes and said, "What are you doing here?"
Xuan Lingzi did not answer, but instead said, "Why did you lie to him?"
Mo Qianqiu laughed: "What does the deity do, what do you want the ward to do? When you came to the deity three days ago, didn't you just hope that the deity would not tell him? Why, Xuan Lingzi, do you regret it now?"
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes lightly: "I was just thinking that your poisonous oath just now went too far. If your heart is really gouged out, you won't survive for three years. If your heart is gouged out by Jin Li, then with the secret technique of the Dragon Clan, he may not survive. It can make you unable to escape from life to life. In fact, you can tell him the truth directly... It is not impossible."
Hearing this, Mo Qianqiu laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. It wasn't until Xuan Lingzi flung his sleeves away that he stopped laughing and muttered: "Since I have only fifty years left, why should I let him live in guilt for the next thousand years? Li. Mo Qiu's death is just a reincarnation; Mo Qianqiu's death is a beast of three million lifetimes. For him, Mo Qiu's death... is always better than mine."
Xuan Lingzi paused, and just as he was about to leave, he heard the cold words of Demon Venerable behind him: "If you dare to owe my life and death friends, Xuan Lingzi, I, Mo Qianqiu, will die. I will also tear you to pieces!"
A stream of light flashed past the door of the temple, and when I looked again, Xuan Lingzi had already left.
Three days ago, Xuan Lingzi settled the seriously injured disciple and came to this palace. He saw the severely injured Demon Venerable alone. He originally wanted to use his strong spiritual power to extend the life of the other party, but found that the other party's heart has long been damaged to the point where medicine stones are useless.
This is the limit that Heavenly Dao gives to each monk. When it is your turn to go, you really go.
Since there is no way to save it, you can only give up. However, Xuan Lingzi did not leave immediately. He asked Mo Qianqiu something, but got an answer he never thought of.
More than a thousand years ago, Demon Venerable entered the late stage of Mahayana, and has never advanced to the stage since.
Over the past thousand years, Mo Qianqiu has tried thousands of methods. Everyone in the world says that there is love in heaven, and everything leaves a way of life, but it blocks Mo Qianqiu's life, so that he can only watch himself one step closer to the deadline year after year.
It all started seventeen years ago.
That night, Mo Qianqiu tried the Blood Spirit Dafa many times. Unlike the previous million times, this time... he actually succeeded! Nine blood spirit fruits were condensed, and a new blood spirit clone appeared in front of him.
Mo Qianqiu knew that his Blood Spirit Dafa was naturally different from those of the blood spirit Dafa of those cultivators in the fusion period. Even if he could condense countless new bodies, it would not be surprising. However, even he never imagined that his own body did not disappear, and the condensed body could not directly swallow the blood spirit fruit!
There is only one way, as if cultivating again, with nine blood spirit fruits and a new body, to embark on the path of cultivation! If he ascends to the later stage of Mahayana again, Mo Qianqiu has a 70% certainty that he can make the two bodies merge into one, and help him transform into a spirit in one fell swoop!
Why is it called Mo Qiu
It's just that when he went to the Thirty-Six Provinces to retrieve the blood spirit fruit, he happened to meet a stupid and ignorant little monk in Yunzhou. Since he must have an identity, it is better to use his identity, trap him in the great formation for ten years, and then give him a great opportunity.
Demon Venerable has always acted perversely and unreasonably, and trapping a cultivator is just a casual matter.
However, in the dark, there is cause and effect. As early as seventeen years ago when the Blood Spirit Dafa was successful, he was already destined to face the current choice. Do you choose to seize the opportunity to break through the gods, or choose to save your friends
On that day, Mo Qiu made a choice. From now on, there will be no Mo Qiu in the world, only Mo Qianqiu.
"In the dark, I owe you. 』
What exactly do I owe you
If the person who helped him succeed was not Luo Jianqing, then Mo Qiu would only choose chance, and would never choose him.
Have you ever seen a little beauty cry? Mo Qianqiu thought, he has seen it. On that magic mountain, when he plucked out his heart in public, he saw the little beauty cry, crying very miserably, but even if she cried, she cried so beautifully.
Since crying is also good-looking, and laughing is also good-looking, why can't you just keep laughing like this
Mo Qiu is dead, and the past is sealed; the death of Demon Venerable is nothing to worry about.
He, the worst thing you can see is a beauty crying.
I only saw it once in my life, and I died without regret.