The first stage of misery

Chapter 242 Talk
The years are like inside a building,
The Yulong hermit and Daoist stood quietly, without making a sound, for fear of disturbing Meng Lingxin's treatment of Yi Jiuming,

"Uh……"

Suddenly, Meng Lingxin, who was concentrating on Yi Jiuming's treatment, turned pale instantly, and her originally stable figure became a little shaken.
"Suzuki, how are you?"

Yulong hermit rushed forward but was stopped by Meng Lingxin, and then asked worriedly,
"I'm fine, I was just injured by the remaining sword energy in his body, and I will recover after a few days of cultivation."

Meng Ling said calmly, but there was a huge turmoil in her heart,

It's abominable that the puppet that is so clever and cunning has been destroyed. This person is really a stumbling block. It seems that he has to be removed.

At this time, the years flew like a butterfly in the building and slowly fell into Meng Lingxin's hands, "Is that so!"

After the words fell, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew, landed on the pipa placed beside it, and then disappeared.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Lingxin saluted the two of them indifferently, "This person is fine, and I just need to rest in rest, but I went down to rest first because I was injured by the sword energy, please forgive me for neglecting you two. "

"It's okay, just leave this place to us, Lingxin, go down and rest first."

Meng Lingxin nodded when she heard the words, and retreated slowly.

Just after he went down to cultivate, a bloody aura permeated the whole time like a building. Yi walked over with the evil sword Nixi in his hand. "Give Yi Jiuming this sword back to him after he wakes up, and ask him to bring Nixi to this place."

"Follow the order!"

As soon as Niansheng folded the fan and tapped the void, a road map appeared in Dao Zun's hand, and the Yulong hermit beside him frowned slightly at the road map in Dao Zun's hand, because it was the road map he gave to the other party in Yulongju. The map where the Jade Realm is located,
Seeing the expression of Yulong Hermit, Yi Niansheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and disappeared into the time-like building, and after the other party left, Yulong Hermit heard the other party's voice: "Ghost Wisdom is dead!"

Hearing the shocking words suddenly, the Yulong hermit's face is as usual, Guizhijiwuzhen is one of the ten wisdoms of Hetu, the two of them have practiced together for a long time in the past, and I know his roots very well, it is impossible to die so easily,

He seemed to know that Yulong Hermit couldn't believe it. At the moment when Yulong Hermit was contemplating his wisdom, a ray of light fell in front of him from a distance. Two scepters, "How is that possible?"

Feeling the familiar aura on the scepter, the expression of Yulong Hermit changed slightly, and then his figure swiftly disappeared into Time Rulou, leaving Dao Zun alone to take care of the unconscious Yi Jiuming,
Years are like buildings miles away, the wilderness is lonely, the sea of ​​clouds covers the blue sky,

In the gentle breeze, Yi Nian Sheng stands tall with his hands behind his back, waiting for someone to come,
"One thought is unpredictable, God's will is unstoppable, turn the stars, one step in the rivers and lakes will return, wearing armor and dancing swords to chaos the age. Books and swords have green eyes and white heads, wise and special relatives ask questions and difficulties, waves of troubles and guards have thousands of worries, and one is the secret of the dragon. Jiuchuan."

The confident and calm Yulong hermit slowly appeared with a jade bell stick in his hand, looked at Yi Niansheng's back, and said calmly: "Why did your Excellency draw me here with your ghostly trickery and innocent death?"

"Does the Jade Dragon hermit know the ink that kills the world?"

"The origin is unknown. I only know a little bit about the ancient monster that has been in various realms and three religions."

Yi Niansheng looked at the Hermit Yulong with a smile that was not a smile, and stretched out his finger, and there was some strange ink energy on the tip of his finger, which made the hermit Yulong feel the same in his body, and a wave of ink energy also came out through his body.

"I think the Yulong Hermit's understanding of Zhu Shizhi's ink is too modest."

"It seems that your Excellency is the same as this one?" Yulong Hermit asked bluntly,
"No, I'm just very interested in his power. After all, when the three religions jointly attacked the Chilian Realm, he appeared and briefly suppressed nothingness to seize the body of the Daoist. Why didn't the Yulong hermit know? ?”

"Haha, Your Excellency really thinks that I, the Jade Dragon Hermit, can understand everything in this world. If I really can do this, I'm afraid I won't rack my brains to guess your identity."

The Yulong Hermit laughed at himself, and then asked Yi Niansheng: "I don't know what your Excellency thinks about this ink that kills the world?"

"It depends on whether the person who uses it is right or wrong. The right one can eliminate disasters, and the evil ones can create disasters."

"Oh, Your Excellency's intention is to hold the world-killing ink in your own hands."

The Yulong Hermit, who understood the other party's intentions, questioned,

"Of course, after all, I was very interested in his ability when I first watched the battle of Chilian Realm, but I still couldn't find it. However, when I was in Yulong Residence, I felt the ink energy from you, Yulong Hermit. , so can you tell me where the other party is?"

Yi Niansheng didn't hide it, but revealed his purpose, so as to see the state of Yulong hermit,
The Yulong hermit pondered for a moment, then sighed, "I'm sorry, but I have to resort to the power of Zhushizhimo, so I'm restricted by the other party, and I can't ask for information about the other party; moreover, you are evil, so I can't do it right now." Judgment, forgive me for being powerless."

"That's right, Yulong Hermit, you still have some bottom line, otherwise I thought Yulong would do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, and he would disregard any harm to the world in order to gain the trust of the other party."

Yi Niansheng remembered that the Yulong hermit had been planning for a long time to fight against the gods and the seven emperors. In order to fight against nothingness, he could use everything around him. The combination of Shenwu and Chuangshi Shenwu caused heavy casualties to the Seven Emperors, just to test the opponent's reality.

Facing the sarcasm in the other party's words, Yulong Hermit looked as usual, and smiled lightly, "I don't know what I have done to make you think so."

"Isn't it? I feel that Yulong Hermit, you and I are the same kind of people, and you can do whatever it takes to achieve your goals."

As soon as the words fell, Yi Niansheng's figure suddenly dissipated, only Yulong Hermit looked at the disappearing figure of the other party, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, he didn't know what he was thinking,
At the same time, inside and outside the dilapidated and ruined Shenglongkou Galaxy Hall,

The cold wind is howling, and the desolate and withered land comes into view,
"Bamboos are like lacquer, fireflies hang corpses, the rain is cold and the ghosts of Huangquan are unknown. It is expected that because I hate speaking in the world, I like to listen to ghosts singing poems in autumn graves."

Dressed as a literati in a black jacket, wearing a black gauze turban on his head, holding a copy of "Silent Words" in his left hand, with a slightly mysterious look in his sickly face, Gui Zhaihu, who was carrying a baby on his back, came slowly to cure his son's strange disease here,

"Hey, I didn't expect that the Opening Heaven Wishing Stone that was rumored to be able to fulfill wishes has completely collapsed?! It seems that now we can only find the person who snatched the ghost's false pen, so that my son can be saved."

Disappointed, Gui Zhaihu turned around and was about to leave. At this time, the unknown killing spirit suddenly came, and the mighty starlight spread over the entire desolate land.
A man dressed in silver star armor with a solemn face and no emotion in his eyes floated down. His majestic aura enveloped the entire Xinghe Palace, and his murderous aura was directed at Gui Zhaihu.

(End of this chapter)