Jiuzun asked

"you······."

Jiuli Daozu looked at Xiao Wenwen gently, waiting for Xiao Wenwen's words.

"You ask, and I answer."

The corner of Xiao Wen's mouth raised and he asked, "What did you think about what Tongtian Mozun said just now?"

No one knows what answer this Demon Venerable's new disciple will have.

"When you don't want to own this world, you can truly own the whole world." After Jiuli Daozu finished speaking, he turned and left.

Everyone was in deep thought, whoever realized something, who had a pause.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the future lord of the Eight Desolation, "Pu Mo", and asked: "Puu Mo can be enlightened."

Ba Mo still grinned at the corner of his mouth and said: "Where is there any enlightenment, isn't it just opening your eyes to cultivate, and closing your eyes to sleep. What you want to conquer the world, talk about fighting for hegemony. Eat enough and sleep, that's enough."

Xiao Wenwen touched Ba Mo's head, he was thinking, could this be Ba Mo's real idea.

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"The gods are not here, and the demons are fighting nine. I respect the nine disciples, come to teach me."

An ethereal voice descended lightly from the top of Buzhou Mountain.

Nine people were left behind, five men and four women.

The hands of the nine people were all musical instruments, there were flutes and flutes, qins and zithers, lutes and drums, bronze bells and golden bells, and the last one held a fifty-string bowed qin.

Ba Mo stared at the nine people curiously with his round eyes.

"This is the Nine Music Slaves that Mozun sat down, each serving a musical instrument, playing with the strings, and pulling the soul away." Ye Mo Fuling stood up at this time.

Listening to Ye Mo Fuling's words, Xiao Wenwen thought about the "nine pieces of machine" in the dried sea scrolls, which are nine kinds of musical instruments for cultivating Taoism and becoming holy, and they are often enshrined in brothels and brothels.

"You choose nine people, you can learn from each other one by one, or you can fight in groups." The man standing in the middle with fifty strings said.

"I'll fight." Ye Mo Fuling stood up.

"I'll fight too." Pulling the Demon was not far behind.

"Well, count me in." Luan Xing also said out loud.

After a while, nine people stood up and stood in front of "Jiu Zhangji".

"Will you fight alone, or in groups?" the man continued to ask.

These nine people looked at each other, although they were all from the World Demon Clan, they were all from other races, and they had never practiced the technique of "Combined Strike".

"Single battle."

Everyone nodded, and the nine machines on the opposite side looked at each other and smiled.

Xiao Wenwen looked at Jiu Zhang Ji's smile, which was rather strange. In the mortal world, the "Nine Zhang Zhisheng" was described as the king of spirits and monsters.

What are spirits and monsters are masters who don't play their cards according to the routine.

"Who will come first?" asked the man standing in the middle holding fifty strings.

"I'll come first." Ye Mo Fuling was still carrying the Poria fan, with a piece of Poria leaf between his fingers.

There is a leaf of Poria cocos, and the sky is full of flowers.

"Den."

There was a loud sound of zither playing, and it went towards Ye Mo Fuling.

Although only fifty strings can be seen, the strings contend, and the sound is like a gust of wind.

The Poria Leaf Demon hadn't been distracted yet, and there were thousands of music sounds. Although no one else did it, but these few strings, there were qin and flute, flute and bell, and the rest of the music was layer upon layer.

"Didn't it be a good idea to fight alone?" The demon man beside him shouted loudly.

"Then did you see other people doing it?" The person holding the fifty strings smiled and smiled.

The remaining eight people did not move.And the sound of joy and impatience is hard to hear.

Listening to vocal music is like nine-day string music.

The sound is touching and soul-stirring.

Ye Mo Fuling turned flowers and leaves into blades, and angrily killed the man with fifty strings.

The Poria flower blade only needs to be an inch in front of the Jiu Zhangji.They will all fall slowly, how can they hurt them in the slightest.

"Mountains and seas do not pass through immortals, and the sky travels with laughter and nine songs."

The sound of string music is loud and compelling.Ye Mo Fu Ling was forced to retreat without further ado, and the fallen Poria cocos flowers all reached her feet.

There is sound but no sound, and it is hard to find its trace.

The string has sound but no sound, and it is easy to find its shadow.

Ye Mo Fuling immediately thought of the weakness of Jiu Zhangji, and attacked from close range.

The blade of the fan stood upright like a knife, Ye Mo Fuling exerted all her strength, and saw that the blade of the fan was only half an inch away from the eyebrows of the man with fifty strings.

Ye Mo Fuling's eyes were full of determination, and they reached the man's forehead without retreating a step.

Xiao asked secretly about the time, thirty breaths had passed between the stalemate.

A streak of residual blood appeared at the corner of Ye Mo Fuling's mouth. Xiao Wenwen shook Ye Mo Fuling's hand when he saw it.

It's hard for one person to reach nine powers, Ye Mo Fuling flew out backwards.

The Wendao Sword in Xiao Wendao's hand turned into a whip, wrapping around Ye Mo Fuling's waist.

Panting miserably, Ye Mo Fuling wiped off the remaining blood from the corner of her mouth, and nodded to Xiao Wenwen.

Sitting cross-legged, Ye Mo Fuling adjusted her breath.

"I'll fight." Luan Xing raised his red eyes.

Although, everyone knows that it is very difficult for one person to win against nine people.But the world demons are still the greatest group among gods and demons.

A crimson ember butterfly landed on Luan Xing's fingertips.

The ember butterfly rose up with the wind, like a red cloud, and rushed towards Jiu Zhangji.

Leyin's chilling aura rushed towards his face.

Ember Butterfly turned into Nine Swords, whether it is a single battle or a group attack, waiting for the opportunity to move.

In front of Jiu Zhangji, the string music formed an enchantment with music.

Luan Xing smiled lightly, and Jindie transformed into a sword to stab, a knife to slash, an ax to slash, and a hammer to smash.

"Misty rain shatters dreams."

What is the magic sound, crying blood.

What is a broken dream, misty rain without sound.

In an instant, there was no sound at all, and Xiao Wendao had the illusion that the sky hadn't moved, and his eyes were already dazzled.

"Sword Moon Fu Feng."

Suddenly, Kong Kong jumped to Xiao Wendao's place, the fox pupils were dilated with red light.

"Hiss."

A shrieking sound rushed straight into the sea of ​​consciousness.

With a clear mind, Xiao Wen asked him to look away, only to see the pale face of the person beside him, as if he had lost his soul.

Looking at Luan Xing again, the sound wrapped in music, he was lying in the air half a foot in front of Jiu Zhangji.

The ember butterfly doesn't seem to have lost its life, it's like flowers blooming after autumn, losing their life.

The westerly wind blew slightly, and the ember butterfly was blown to Xiao Wendao's feet, like yellow flowers from last night.

Xiao Wenwen squatted on the ground, picked up a few ember butterflies, and put them on the palm of his hand.

The cold Ember Die quietly waited for Luan Xing to wake up.

"call."

Dragon Fu Song, Xiao Wendao roared into the sky, diluting the clouds outside the sky.

With the momentum of a dragon's howl, Wen Wen's sword moved towards the nine planes, making a big kill.

The nine people of the nine machines, the musical instruments in their hands, played, like a spring rain falling at night, hitting with a torrential rain.

The air plugs the ear organs, and there is no trace of string sound.

With sword energy everywhere, Xiao asked for the first time to use the way of the sword to discuss the way of music with the cultivation base of the Zhuyuan state.

Xiao Wendao sacrificed the purple gold stele, emitting ten thousand zhang purple light, and when he thought about it, Li Huo rose again.

Sword Qi Thousand Cuts was right on top of the man with fifty strings.

The string music is more prosperous, and the sound is like a sword.

The ears were plugged, and no sound could be heard.

The Zijin Tablet was as powerful as a thousand jun, and it was smashed thousands of times in one breath.

The nine members of the Jiu Zhang Ji looked at the Zijin Monument hanging above their heads, but their expressions still changed.

One hundred and eight sword qi were swung from the tip of the sword, each of which pierced the head of the man holding fifty strings.

"Bah."

A crisp sound resounded above Jiu Zhangji's head, Xiao Wendao turned around again, Wendao's sword slashed wildly like a madman, and the purple gold stele was like a mountain, smashing the nine of them angrily.

"Open the seal of heaven."

Just when Xiao Wendao's cultivation reached the Yuan Zhu stage, Wuji Xuanyi Jue also reached the sixth level.

"Swallow mountains and rivers."

With the momentum of mountains and rivers, the Zijin seal mixed with the Shetian seal of Wuji Xuanyi Jue smashed down towards the nine machines.

"boom."

The sound of the music was chaotic, and the nine machines fell to the ground.

Just like the sound of jade beads falling into the plate, the sound is clear and clear, and the dust settles.

In this breath, the rest of the people regained their sanity,

As if in a dream, Nan Ke has woken up.

Luan Xing looked at the nine machines, then at the thousands of embers scattered on the ground and said, "I lost."

"No, we lost." said the man holding fifty strings.

Luan Xing is unknown, so I looked at the man.

The man said: "It's not that you won us, but he won us."

Jiu Zhang Ji and Jiu Le Nu all looked at Xiao Wendao, neither sad nor happy.

"Big Brother, you are the Son of God whose destiny belongs." Ba Mo grinned.

Luan Xing raised the corner of his mouth towards Xiao Wendao, even if he thanked him.

Back then, when the two met for the first time, Xiao Wendao was defeated by him, and Luan Xing called him "weak".

Xiao Wenwen didn't care what other people thought at first, looked at Jiu Zhangji and said, "I don't know how many music fairies there are, but there are music pieces to give away."

The man holding fifty strings stretched out his right index finger and pointed to the ground.

I saw that the ground was covered with text, flashing on the ground.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the movement written by the nine machines on the ground.

With a change of mind, the fleeting Le Wen was remembered by Xiao Wendao.

"Talented." Jiu Zhangji praised.

Xiao Wen raised the corner of his mouth, engraved Le Wenlou in his heart, thinking of playing it for Nalan Dieyi to listen to.

Luan Xing looked at Xiao Wen and asked, "You can save me, but you have something to ask of me."

Xiao Wenwen replied: "Before, you also saved me. I repaid your favor. If I ask you for something in the future, one day, you and I will fight. If you win, make a small wish. If you lose, I would like to lose my heart."

Luan Xing nodded her head, and looked up at him.

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"Set off."

The leader gave an order, and tens of thousands of people set foot on the road to Tianzi City again.

Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Wendao calmly practiced the Tao again.

"Look, that's the endless sea."

With a cry from pulling the demon, Xiao Wendao was awakened.

In the mortal world, Xiao Wenwen had never seen the ocean, but he had seen the Wusu Holy River, which was tens of thousands of meters wide.

In the colorless secret realm, there are various species, most of which live in the endless sea.

"That's a snow dragon." Ba Mo exclaimed.

The whole body is silver and white, with a silver horn on the head, which is somewhat similar to the dragon family.The snow dragon soared into the sky, chasing after the chaotic clouds.

"Sky-eating beasts, sky-eating beasts."

Looking at it again, the Yu Clan consciously flew tens of thousands above the sky.

Xiao Wenwen looked at the legendary sky-eating beast, it looked like an incomparably huge tortoise, but its body was as big as a mountain.

Several sky-eating beasts connected together are as big as the mainland of Kyushu.

"Slow down, Tianzi City is ahead."

shouted the leader, and everyone slowed down.

When a group of people arrived at the foot of Tianzi City, it was a stone city.

The city wall is more than a thousand meters high, and the city wall built of black stone is quite smooth.

Hundreds of soldiers stood above the city gate, and the Yu clan was left outside the city.

At this time, Xiao Wenwen understood what "God's Son's Choice" was, but it was just another competition for "the first place in the list".

"Miss Poria."

A thick voice stopped Ye Mo Fuling.