Fake Demon Lord

From the day when a large cloud of black clouds accumulates above the Bliss Palace, all monks on the rivers and lakes will know that He Huan, the first monk of the Magic Way, is about to cross.

After many years of simplification, the monk level has been divided into five stages: forged body, base building, Jindan, Yuanying, and crossing over.

At present, only Qingxuzi, the head of Xuanmen's authenticity, has reached the nearest robbery period. Because of this, for many years, the Modaoists have made concessions in the face of the righteous offensive and have never tried to start a war. However, with He Huan beginning to cross the robbery, the world knows that this pattern is likely to end there.

Before reaching the robbery period, accompanied by the accumulation of vigor in the monks' body, the omen of robbery will gradually appear in the sky. Now the dark clouds above the Bliss Palace have been suppressed for more than a month. Even though countless righteous warriors secretly hope that heaven will descend to a **** thunder and chop He Huan, but the thunder will not come. When the martial arts were all right in the clouds, they had to look at the sky.

Did He Huan kill He Huan today?

No, not yet.

Alas, keep watching.

Such dialogues are being performed day by day among the high-level leaders of various majors, and the world is also getting more and more anxious. Is this thunderstorm still alive? In the past, I have never heard of someone foreshadowing that a month has not yet passed. What is this called? Why is He Huan going to make a fool and engage in monster moths? Is it bad to live early? Tired all day looking at your Bliss Palace with Wangfu Shi, it's really uneasy!

The majors waited very hard, but He Huan as the focus was extremely comfortable.

In this Bliss Palace, where the wind and rain of the world are gathered, the red magic devil is sitting at the window as usual, the blue silk is scattered, and the stars are bright like peach blossoms. The day of the calamity has arrived, but the man's look is not half nervous, he warmly warms a small pot of wine, looks up at the fine rain that wafts through the carved wooden window, and draws his pen, but falls into contemplation. There was a stack of correspondence on it.

In these days, he kept his book while savoring sake, and wrote a few words in his mind when he thought about the past. When there was no word to write, he looked at the hazy sky again. Keep one thing in mind.

However, today He Huan can't be so leisurely anymore, because Bi Qiang, the great guardian of the Bliss Palace, is kneeling in front of him, and he is full of persuasion: "The palace master please think twice and separate the soul and give Yuan Ying the intelligence. , Monks have never done it before! "

Yes, just now, He Huan has informed his most trusted subordinate of his crazy thoughts. He will use this thunderous power to divide the spirit into two and attach the other half of the spirit to Yuan Ying to create another self.

Once the soul is damaged, it is extremely difficult to repair, and Yuan Ying is the root of the monk. He Huan is going to use these two to do this crazy behavior, and it is no wonder Qian Qian is kneeling here to persuade him.

However, for this matter, he went to Daxue Mountain to search for the soul-splitting technique, and suppressed the cultivation for a long time, only for the purpose of raising the Yuanying. It was clear that his idea was set, and how could he listen to the words of others. Sure enough, He Huan just glanced at the man in black kneeling in front of the case. He didn't shake his face and said, "This palace is the first person to be this ancient and modern."

He summoned Qian Qian today to explain that something had happened. No one had tried this soul-breaking technique in the end. He Huan wasn't sure what would happen in the end. He also prepared for the failure and asked Qian Qian. : "Although I have set the memory given to him at eighteen, I don't know which one will be eighteen. In case I don't wake up, you look at him for me."

There was a pause between words, and he looked down at the thoughts he wrote, and suddenly found that he had stayed in this world for hundreds of years. When he first came, the memory crawling out of the corpse pile was a bit vague, and he didn't remember much of his childhood. The nib fell on the dark yellow rice paper and left a little bit of ink, his eyes moved slightly, and finally he said the rest: "If there is a problem, I will allow you to replace him."

Qian Qian completely didn't know what he meant by this, and the Taoist could still have two eighteen years old? It ’s just that his loyalty keeps him from thinking about why He Huan is so. All he needs to do is to look up and give him a deep look, then he will answer: "The subordinates will protect the Bliss Palace with their lives and wait for the palace. The Lord is awake. "

"It's so good, let's step back. Don't let anyone approach here until the palace is over.

He waved his subordinates to retreat, He Huan clasped his wine glass in his right hand, and his eyes were slightly drunk and confused. After the warm wine slumped, his fingers touched Dantian's position, and Yuan Yuan, who has remained in his body since he was 20 years old, still provided his whole body with vitality as usual.

Yuan Ying is the source of the monk ’s life. If Yuan Ying dies, the monk dies. If Yuan Ying does not die, even if the flesh dies, the monk can still win the house. The little thing in this belly is a relationship between life and death with him, which is more than the so-called friendship in this world. Much more reliable.

He Huan thought and drank another glass. He conveyed his energy into Dantian and sighed slowly: "After all, isn't it just you who is destined to accompany me to the end in this world?"

The wind blows pine needles, the rain hits the bamboo, the wind and rain sweeps through the temple through the large window, and the blue veil wafts up against the wind, accompanied by his last breath of energy into Yuan Ying, the thunderous silent thunder finally rolled out from the dark clouds .

The long-suppressed thunderstorm became even more alarming when the outbreak of thunderstorm broke out, but the man in red standing in front of the window was unmoved, his fingers were lazy, and he hung his hip to drink at night. Drinking it, looking at himself in the glasses, suddenly burst into a smile, took off the robe and put down the numbers on the pen, and tilted his head to look at the good clothing that was ruined by the ink. Going volleying with thunder and thunder, he rolled up the storm with his own strength.

A total of 989 thunderstorms passed through the robbery period, and they were chopped over the Bliss Palace overnight, until the thunder of Tianming gradually disappeared. With the rain washing the night, the morning light reproduces the earth through the blue clouds. The world knows that a new round of storms is coming.

However, no one knew. On the second day after the thunderstorm ended, the morning light entered the Qingyun Temple, and the man in the red suit lying on the case slowly opened his eyes, and then there was no more unpredictable in the eyes, only a loss. . Quietly standing in the room, he looked up at the plaque on which the three characters of Qingyun Temple were written. There was only one question in his heart, "Where is this?"

Suddenly waking up in this place, he walked around the room and found that although he couldn't remember where it was, the display was unfamiliar. It seems to be in line with Qingyun's name. The tower is eight stories high, and the windows on each floor have been greatly repaired. There are wooden carvings on it. When the sun shines, a vivid bamboo shadow falls on the ground and is suspended. The blue curtains and the two large cabinets on the sides of the carved bed bound excellent books, compared to the monks' residence, which looked like a scholar's study.

Standing on the top of the floor and looking down, there is a hot spring that is transpired with steam. The edge of the spring is covered with green bamboo and cypress, sometimes grotesque, and several paths paved with hexagonal stones bend in between. Smell the quiet air. There are several wooden corridors interspersed on both sides of the floor, and each corridor is covered with verdant spider plants. From a distance, it looks like an aerial pavilion.

The eyes moved along the morning light that penetrated through the window. The man turned his head and finally found a stack of sealed letters in the case. He picked it up and saw the recipient's name—He Huan.

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