God-slaughtering King

"Your Royal Highness, thanks to you, I am afraid that if you were not there, I would have died in the destruction of the illusion." the South Gate Maple smiled and erased the sweat of Yin Tang.

Suddenly, his mind shook and the news of the blood dragon came.

They found Mo GuDi.

But the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. I can't determine his specific location. I also remind Nanmen Feng to beware of the illusion and confusion of the world in the painting.

Aware of the gratitude of Nanmen Feng, the princess of the demon world said with a sweet smile: "we live together, regardless of you and me, as long as you don't disagree with me in the future. If you annoy me to death, where can you find such a good 'military master'?"

"In addition, this painting attacks the heart with emotion and is very good at confusing people's souls, and you are an amorous person. Naturally, you will be oppressed. However, in the final analysis, it will be sooner or later to overcome it with your will. You need to be calm again and again when you encounter such a thing in the future. I believe you can completely kill this love demon and further the road of evil."

Hearing this fairy music, Nanmen Feng's heart warmed into a pot of miscellaneous porridge. Since then, he found that he also liked the princess of the demon world.

It seemed that the kiss she had promised would not take long to cash.

With this in mind, Nanmen Feng was eager to break the shackles of secret patterns and become an adult.

In that case ~

Hey, hey ~

What you want to do but can't do ~

Ha ha ~

Nanmenfeng was overjoyed and was very debauchery.

But just then, an old and deep laughter floated away: "a boy with fair willpower and good talent."

"Who?"

The maple in the south gate was hit on the top with a stick, and his body shook wildly.

At the same time, he suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression coming.

It made him nervous and turned his head

Suddenly, I was stunned

I saw nine strange blood eyes emerging in the vast fog, just like lanterns, flashing blood colored light waves. Although there was no murderous dispersion, I was shocked to see Nanmen maple.

If it weren't for the power of the divine spirit, it would eliminate the trace in this space, resulting in the eyes of Xumi and losing its function. Otherwise, he really wanted to find out the powerful evil spirit.

Of course, by feeling alone, he can clearly determine that the cultivation of this demon is at least in the nine realms of creation.

As soon as I read this, the doubts that came at any time also climbed to my heart.

Isn't this painting a trap laid by Mo GuDi?

What, a demon suddenly appeared?

"Fairy in the picture!"

The rich and vicissitudes of Sanskrit sound, like a flood bell, resounds again.

"Is it the spirit of this painting?"

Nanmen Feng's eyes lit up and asked respectfully, "younger generation Nanmen Feng, why did you stay here?"

"I don't know why. I've been trapped in this array for thousands of years. Now it's your good luck. You can resist the destruction of love demons. Your talent is excellent. I'm here to see you."

"So, you have something to ask me!" Nanmen Feng smiled frankly. Six blood dragons entered the painting and successfully walked out, but they didn't meet the fairy in the painting.

Enough to show that their talent is not enough.

Now, he showed up, proved his talent and got into his eyes.

If there is no accident, there must be something to ask.

At this moment, Nanmen Feng can also conclude that this painting is not owned by Mo Gu enemy, but the thing of the famine God killing array.

"Smart!"

The fairy in the painting smiled and spit out two words.

"What can I do for you?" Nanmen Feng was outspoken.

"Take me out of this array!" the immortal in the painting said not salty but not light. Suddenly, the fog surged. The nine strange devil blood eyes, like the alternation of sun and moon, formed an old man with white beard. The blood robe was added to the body, which was immortal.

"Soldier spirit!"

"It's really a soldier spirit!"

"This painting is by no means an imperial weapon. It is very likely to surpass the venerable weapon. It is a holy soldier."

The holy nameless and excited way, looking at the Shenwu continent, the strongest divine weapon is the top respected weapon.

The holy soldiers are almost extinct.

Now the old man with white beard is half stepping into nirvana.

This kind of soldier spirit can destroy the nine aspects of creation and transformation when waving.

Although not comparable to his peak, it is enough to frighten too many people.

Hearing Saint nameless's words, Nanmen Feng was stunned: "saint, is what you said true?"

"I have eight points for sure." Saint nameless solemnly said, "you boy, you are really lucky."

"Ha ha, there's a lot of bad luck!" Nanmen Feng smiled and then looked at the old man with white beard: "can you trust me so much, elder?"

"I've been here for thousands of years. I've seen no 9000 or 800 geniuses, but you're different. You give me a strange feeling, so I believe you and have the strength to bring me back to the gods." the old man with white beard replied kindly.

"The gods of the heavens?" Feng Qingnan of the South Gate said, "I think you haven't figured out where this is!"

"Isn't this array in the realm of the gods?"

The old man with white beard was quite surprised. He vaguely remembered that when his master fell, he cut off the love map and was seriously damaged. He inexplicably entered here and never went out again.

Did someone take the famine God to kill the array and take it elsewhere?

Elsewhere, there is only one place, Shenwu xuanjie!

But that's inferior. If a good person doesn't do it, who will be so stupid to be inferior?

But as the saying goes, it is possible to be a chicken head rather than a phoenix tail.

And Nanmen Feng's next words made him completely sure: "elder generation, this array is located in the desert of the Shenwu xuanjie world, not the realm of the gods. If you want to return to the realm of the gods, I'm afraid you have to wait for the cultivation of the younger generation to be stronger before you can have such a glimmer of hope."

"That's OK. As long as you can take me out, I'm very flustered and bored in this damn place."

The old man with white beard was quite helpless. He was tired of living in one place for tens of thousands of years.

"In this case, we'll have to talk about terms. I never do business at a loss." Nanmen Feng raised his face and sat down to start the price.

"If there are any conditions, just drive, if I can do it." the old man with white beard was also Frank.

"Conclude a soldier spirit contract with me!" Nanmen Feng said hard word by word.

"Do you want me to give priority to you?" the old man with white beard stroked his beard and laughed: "with your talent, over time, you can indeed surpass my master, but now, you don't deserve it!"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Mou Feng in the south gate was cold. I didn't expect this person to be so arrogant. But it's right to think about it. As a holy soldier, how can the weapon spirit easily succumb to others?

"My meaning is very simple. Take me out and I'll help you climb to the top of martial arts!" the old man with white beard threw out an olive branch and seduced him.

As far as he is concerned, the Shenwu xuanjie is only a inferior plane. What else can he not sweep?

"How can I trust you?" Nanmen Feng asked, "if I take you out, you repent and even kill me, who am I going to cry for?"

The old man with white beard picked his eyelids and said, "do you think I look like that kind of person?"

"No!" Nanmen Feng denied, "but you know people, face and heart. Who knows what you think?"

"In that case, I made a heart demon oath, and I'll be married?" the old man with white beard said frankly.

Nanmen Feng hesitated for a moment. He naturally knew what the heart devil oath represented. Once he violated it, heaven and earth would be killed.

This is a poison oath!

It is the heavenly punishment for those who break the contract!

Therefore, Nanmen Feng said, "yes, but after you go out, you have to listen to my orders. No matter what I want you to do, you are not allowed to disobey."

"OK, as long as you can take me out, everything depends on you."

The old man with white beard agreed to everything. He immediately breathed out his sword, cut his fingers, blood flowing, made a starting oath, and said to heaven: "I, the immortal in the painting, swear here that as long as the South Gate Maple can take me out of the wasteland God killing array, I am willing to help him, climb to the top of the martial arts and sweep across the mysterious world of the divine martial arts. If there is any violation, five thunders will blow the top, and there will be no good end."

Boom ~

As soon as the oath was made, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, and the sky cracked. A black word "death" came down and shot into the eyebrows of the immortals in the painting.

"The old man is quite heroic."

Seeing this scene, the princess of the demon world couldn't help praising.

"It seems that you have a simple mind, but it's the most useful proof. I admire it from the bottom of my heart!" Nanmen Feng nodded and said, "elder, you're really frank and quick. I admire you!"

"Don't flatter me. Don't call me an elder in the future. Just call me Lao Bai!" the immortal in the painting is cool and energetic. He doesn't look like a frail old man at all.

"Lao Bai?" Nanmen Feng said softly, "very interesting name."

"My master took it for me. Although ten thousand years have passed, I still like the name." the fairy in the painting smiled like an old urchin.

"Who is your master?" asked Nanmen Feng subconsciously.

"You don't know what you said. It's much better than you are now." old Bai said contemptuously.

"Forget it!" Nanmen Feng didn't ask the bottom, then said, "have you seen a young man in a golden robe here before?"

"A few hours ago, there seemed to be such a person with good qualifications and a genius, but the boy was too bad. First he released psychedelic smoke, and then he laid a lot of traps along the way. I wanted to get him into the painting and play with him a few times. Later, I thought that this human mind was not right and I was afraid I could not be trapped by feelings, so I didn't give him a hand and let him go."

Lao Bai said frankly, giving people a feeling that he can't hide things in his mouth.

Sometimes, being too magnanimous may not be a good thing.

"Oh, what's the name of this painting?" Nanmen Feng asked again.

"Kill love!" old Bai said faintly, glancing at the maple in the South Gate: "but you're still a little short. If you want to really climb to the top of martial arts, the most important thing is to abandon seven emotions and six desires and forge yourself into a ruthless person who is inviolable to all dharmas, so as to prove the road!"

"Does it need to be like this to become a strong man?" Nanmen Feng was confused. The princess of the demon world said so, and the old man said so.

"It's not good to be free from fetters and demons. No one can threaten you and be carefree." Lao Bai smiled. "Since ancient times, sentimental people have died in their own hands. As a martial artist, I don't have so much love and hate. As the saying goes, ruthlessness is immortality. Relatives, friends, brothers and lovers are just passers-by in the world and will leave sooner or later."

"That's a bad word. If people don't have seven emotions and six desires, it's better to walk with corpses and meat. What's the meaning of living in this world?" Nanmen Feng retorted.

"Everyone has their own views. Your unwillingness to give up shows that you are still a sentimental person, and there will be more suffering waiting for you in the future!" Lao Bai sighed lightly: "at that time, you will understand how comfortable a ruthless person is."