Chapter 125, All beings in the world, come into my urn

In an instant, blood splattered, flesh and blood separated, and the white fangs staggered, gnawed, and tore in the warm body. en8.

Zhu Wuxia raised his hand to disperse the demon elephant, and without looking at the shattered corpse of the monster in front of him, he walked straight towards the direction of Jiu Ming City.

She heard the happy voice of the saint of the magic way: "Worthless, walk slowly, if you miss it, it will be a little troublesome."

Zhu Wuxia stopped, glanced at the ancient capital that was tormented by the war not far away, and simply sat on the ground. Around her, there are countless monsters eager to try, but no one dares to step forward to test.

The battlefield was a mess, with thick smoke billowing, corpses everywhere, the sky was dull, and there was a choking smell of gunpowder smoke and rancidity between the nose and mouth. Zhu Wuxia was wearing a long blue dress with soft and bright colors, which stood out on the battlefield dominated by black and red. She casually sits in the most violent place where the war is most violent, as if in a no-man's land.

"Yes, Lord Sage." She replied, each word was sonorous and powerful.

The Sage of the Demon Dao was far away in the Huangquan Temple of the Undead Demon Realm at this time, he nodded with satisfaction after hearing this: "Thank you, you have to return to the East China Sea immediately after this matter, you can bear it several times in a day. ?"

"No problem." Zhu Wuxia replied with a smile.

The Sage of the Demon Dao sighed slightly: "Sorry, you didn't need to take action on this trivial matter, but the Great Shifting Array is closely monitored, and the technique of shifting the universe can be used several times in a day... After thinking about it. You are the only one."

When Zhu Wuxia heard this, he put his hand on the cold ash sheath, pressed his sword and replied, "It is a blessing to be able to serve the sage, the sage, please don't be too polite."

The sage of the magic way wandered alone in the Huangquan Temple. He walked to the dark magic pattern and traced the pattern with his fingers: "What's so difficult about the East China Sea?"

Zhu Wuxia originally wanted to say no, but suddenly thought of another person: "Have you ever read "Xuanming Ji", Lord Sage?"

The silver ornaments on the hands of the magician saint were entangled into a net, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression. He followed the winding lines a little bit down: "Do you want to say Zhong Guanyuan? If you are right, you are now The progress seems to be Yingzhou, and it should be impossible to meet him."

"I haven't seen it before, but after hearing some rumors, I feel that this person may not be simple, and now I'm prepared to ask." Although Zhu Wuxia has always been known for his crazy behavior, he is actually cautious and thoughtful, "he once said I have only heard you mention this, Lord Sage, and I have never been born in the orthodox way of the devil for tens of thousands of years, how did he know?"

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The magic sage slammed into the hands, and the silver ornaments trembled, making a crisp and pleasant sound. This voice echoed in the empty Huangquan Temple, and it seemed strange.

He whispered and said, "That's a good word... but I'm immaculate. Let me ask you a question first. How many Taoist holy places are there right now?"

Zhu Wuxia was stunned: "The Demon Dao Qingchuan Mountain House, the Human Dao Moling and the Temple of Heaven, the Immortal Dao Mianfeng Corridor and the Shenyin Gate, the Buddhist Dao Guiling Temple, the Ghost Dao..."

She stopped when she counted here. The Ghost Dao Fengdu City is similar to the Demon Dao Wuxuan Demon Realm. Because the realm where the sect is located is really difficult to find, so it is not included in the Holy Land.

"Understood?" asked the magician.

Zhu Wuxia was a little unbelievable, saying that one of the seven holy places has never appeared in the sight of practitioners, and she has practiced for so many years without feeling that there is anything wrong. Even if she has always mistakenly thought that Ghost Road Fengdu is one of the holy places, it is impossible for so many practitioners to be wrong for tens of thousands of years. Why has no one brought it up so far?

"...Who the hell chose the seven holy places? If it's a convention, shouldn't there be only six?" After thinking for a long time, she couldn't come to a conclusion, and she forgot about Zhong Guanyuan at the beginning.

The Sage of Demon Dao smiled vaguely, but instead of answering the question, he asked: "Look, there are so many inexplicable places here. Why are there only six holy places, and everyone says they are seven holy places? Who chose the six places? Why do they exist, or who chose to allow them to exist like this? Since these places can become holy places, why can't the orthodox Fengdu City and the Demon Realm? What is the standard?"

Zhu Wuxia was speechless: "I also ask Lord Saint for advice."

"You asked Zhong Guanyuan at the beginning, so let me tell you now that he is the direct descendant of the Holy Land." The saint of the magic way avoided her question again.

Zhu Wuxia felt that the information conveyed in these few short questions was too huge: "But he is obviously an ordinary person. I can still distinguish the inheritance of these holy places..."

The sage's fingernails scratched on the magic lines, leaving no trace, but made a sharp and piercing voice: "Because the line of Taoism has been lost, he looks like an ordinary person." *Fa' is not only in appearance, but in fact he is also an ordinary person."

"The Dao Lineage has been lost!?" The cold ash in Zhu Wuxia's hand almost fell to the ground, even if she is now experiencing a battle for the Dao Lineage, even if she knows that there was a battle against the sky a thousand years ago, she still can't understand "The Dao Lineage has been lost. "What do these four words contain?

"The first holy place, there is indeed a holy place on top of the six holy places you just mentioned...that is, the holy place of the divine way." The hand of the holy man of the holy way left the dark magic pattern and moved to the other one below it. Magic pattern, this magic pattern is complex and ever-changing.

"...Also ask the sage to speak clearly." Zhu Wuxia didn't know what to say. It was almost impossible for her to come into contact with this kind of secret news with her current seniority and cultivation. It is very meaningful to tell her to listen to it.

Zhu Wuxia sounded good, but the Sage of Demon Dao felt a little dull for some reason. He leaned lazily against the wall of the Huangquan Temple and said, "There is nothing to say, that is, the Dao Lineage is gone, all the gods are gone, and then the world will be gone again. Nobody knows this place anymore."

Zhu Wuxia suddenly felt that "disappeared" was really a terrible word. It was more thorough, direct and silent than "death".

"Wuxia, the Taoism is gone, and this existence has really disappeared completely. No one will remember the things of the divine way. Those former glory can only exist in the collection of mythological novels by mortals, Zhong Guan. What Yuan wrote is not necessarily a fabrication... Do you understand?" The Demonic Sage seemed to be mocking and sighing, and there was a tiredness in his voice that Zhu Wuxia had never heard before.

"Sir Saint..." Zhu Wuxia was choked up at this moment. She has always shed blood but never cried. She has never cried once in her life since she landed to the present, but I don't know why she was touched by such a short sentence. She is not fighting for herself now, but for the survival of the entire Taoism. If they win, they will continue to walk on this path together with the disciples of the Demon Dao. If they lose, they will not even have a path under their feet.

But the world is in chaos, and wars are on the rise. No line of orthodox inheritance in this world is inferior to them. Who can say the victory or defeat?

Perhaps the lives of thousands of demon disciples at this moment, their countless beliefs, and countless fights, will all become a booklet in the hands of mortals in later generations.

Zhu Wuxia was not reconciled—no one would be reconciled if he changed it.

"I'm here." The magician put his finger on the magic pattern with changing colors. The magic pattern suddenly broke in the middle. He stared at the broken trace and said, "As long as there is one magic disciple alive, I will They will protect him to the end, this is the reason why all saints are sanctified."

Zhu Wuxia swallowed what she was about to say, and stood up holding the cold ash, her expression was as firm as ever, her hand was as steady as a rock: "Wuxia is also willing to do my best for the devil's way, and die!"

She looked at Jiu Ming City, a golden dragon carrying Hu Hanmei flew towards the Shiwanda Mountain, Zhu Wuxia drew his sword out of its sheath, and waved the cold ash in their direction without hesitation!

"Sheng Tianxiang is really unreasonable."

A young man with white hair and plain clothes stood in front of the shadow wall of Shenyin Sect's heavenly veins. He said these words to the saint of immortality within the shadow wall.

"Okay, talk to Shengtianxiang, shut up to Shengtianxiang, do you want to call me by your name another day?" The saint of Xiandao scolded impatiently, "I finally know where Qing Xuzi's bad temper came from. , Su Miaobai, you should stay away from this disciple in the future!"

After being scolded by him, Su Miaobai's expression remained the same, and he said, "I don't want to make friends with anyone."

"It's strange that Huang Quan was handed over by the Wuxuan Demon Realm. They are pointing at this lifeblood now." The saint of the immortal Tao said with a natural tone, "The trace of Shengtianxiang is mysterious and unpredictable, and it is unreasonable to act first-class. But there are always traces to follow. Every time you are agitated by the magic way, you start to jump, and those who know you are saying that you are practicing the Tao, but those who don’t know you think you are from the Perak Hall, and your stomach is full of gunpowder.”

Su Miaobai said coldly: "Oh, do you want me to be the same as the saint, even if the whole family is dead, will my face remain the same? Besides, I am practicing the Tao of Supreme Mysterious Spirituality, not the Tao of Supreme Forgetfulness."

He deliberately added the words "Sage Lord", and the saint of Xiandao knew that he didn't take his words to heart when he heard it: "I'm too lazy to care about you, if you don't pay people, don't pay, anyway, he will always pay for this karma. Clear. You go to the Demon Realm again after a while... No, let Dong Xuanzi go."

Su Miaobai mocked: "How to pay? There is also the matter that God Xiaozi designed to kill Rong Daozi..."

"Shut up." The sage of Xiandao finally couldn't bear it any longer, "Since you are always brooding, then this seat will explain things clearly for you!"

Su Miaobai looked at the vague shadow in the shadow wall coldly: "I would like to hear the details."

"Jingli has done a good job. In this matter, he almost perfectly catered to the requirements of all the forces, without any partiality." The Saint of the Immortal Dao said without waiting for Su Miaobai to speak, "This seat wants Hu Hanmei to die, so he He tried to kill Hu Hanmei, although he used a little trick in the middle, but he knew that this seat would not care about this."

"This little thing" refers to Rong Daozi's life.

"The cause and effect of this is like this. Twelve years ago, I sent a blue bird to help him see through the barrier covered by the ghost saint in Jiu Ming City, so he made Yaoque cable and Zhen Yao Pagoda to help Rong Daozi control Hu Hanmei. Twelve years ago, I could have informed the ghost saint at the moment when the enchantment was built, but I didn't. I used the slowest messenger blue bird at the moment when the enchantment was built, and the bird flew away. It took only half a month to get into his hands, and the first Human Dao battle suffered heavy casualties. So he left room for help this time, and this reservation led to the death of Rong Daozi.”

"This is interlinked. The help of the utensils is exchanged for the help of the utensils, and the loss of the Taoist tradition is exchanged for the death of the direct line. He has no fault and handled it extremely properly."

Su Miaobai obviously didn't know that the Saint of the Immortal Dao secretly helped humanity twelve years ago. The Blue Bird of Messenger flew out from the Heaven-reaching Divine Vessel at the moment when the ghosts obscured the secrets of Jiu Ming City, and arrived in the hands of the Saint of Humanity after half a month. At that time, the Saint of Humanity could probably guess the Saint of Immortal Dao when he saw the departure time of the letter bird. Intentionally procrastinating. Unexpectedly, he still remembers such a karmic retribution twelve years later, and repaid it exactly.

The sage of Xiandao wanted to block Su Miaobai's mouth all at once, so he said in one breath: "There is also the magic way, 12 years ago, Jingli put Huangquan on the road, and 12 years later he helped Huangquan kill. Dead Hu Hanmei, these two things are actually one."

Su Miaobai frowned: "One piece?"

But the two things don't seem to be related at all.

"Twelve years ago, he did something to lead Huang Quan to the ancient temple in the Thirteen Obstacles, where the Guiling Temple's life-giving formula was hidden, which was prepared for Zheng Zhenzhen..."

"Who is Zheng Zhen really?" Su Miaobai became more and more confused.

The sage of Xiandao became impatient again, and he scolded: "Shut up and listen, don't ask!"

Su Miaobai was used to seeing him like this, so he stood there in silence and listened without saying a word.

The sage of Xiandao continued: "In short, Sheng Tianxiang also participated in the design after that. Zheng Zhenzhen was made into a puppet and his body was well preserved. Twelve years later, Sheng Tianxiang asked for Hu Hanmei's heart from Jingli, and the two Unite, get a good chess."

Although Su Miaobai still didn't know who Zheng Zhen really was, he understood the cause and effect relationship: "So what did the sage of the devil give him?"

"I don't know, but according to my calculations, it should also be a good chess." The saint of Xiandao said vaguely.

Su Miaobai thought to himself, isn't that nonsense? Who knows how "a good chess" is positioned.

The Saint of the Immortal Dao seemed to be pondering this question as well. He figured it out for a while, and this time he said slowly, "Just now, I did the math again. It seems that Sheng Tianxiang also doesn't want to get a little bit of karma..."

Su Miaobai didn't rush this time, anyway, the saints of the immortal way will speak slowly.

Sure enough, after a while, the Saint of the Immortal Dao seemed to confirm it again, and then he said: "In this case, Jiu Ming City lost one Peak Heavenly Demon, and the two direct descendants of our sect suffered casualties. The Demon Dao was half responsible for Hu Hanmei's death, and Saint Tianxiang seems to have received some kind of kindness from Gongsun Yuhua this time, so she plans to make up for the difference. And in my sect, the death of Rong Daozi accounted for one-third of the devil's way, and Lingfeizi was all the responsibility of the devil's way. Since he I don’t want to hurt Huang Quan, so I guess I have to find a way to overcome this cause and effect.”

"So it's calculated... I probably know what he's going to give up."

Just when he was about to tell what these sons were, someone turned the world and appeared in front of the shadow wall. It was a young man with white hair, wearing a moon-white gown, with long hair like a waterfall, shining like the moon.

Su Miaobai looked at the young man beside him and said, "Qing Xuzi, didn't you take the army to the southwest sea area?"

Qing Xuzi's face was a little pale, but his expression was still indifferent and cold: "The Black Dragon King and the Golden Dragon King betrayed, I easily restrained the Black Dragon King, and was about to help the Qinglong King win the Golden Dragon King, but I didn't expect to let the Golden Dragon King use the real dragon to the extreme. The flame ignited the soul, and directly perished with our army."

Su Miaobai was still digesting the news he brought, but Qing Xuzi immediately threw out another major change.

"There is one more thing, the demon army defeated the demon army, but it was deeply trapped in the quagmire, and could not go back to Jiu Ming City for a while. Now the holy altar of the sky has begun to attack the Jiu Ming City where the demon army is stationed. Please saints. Lord, what should we do next?"

The figure of the saint of immortality gradually faded from the shadow wall, and he slowly said four words: "Watch the changes."

Yun Qing calmly walked out of the White Bone Gate of Yaoque Pagoda. Between the upper and lower rows of ferocious fangs, A Mang, who suddenly appeared, was supporting him with his bare hands.

The sharp and thick animal teeth passed through his feet and through his shoulders. The blood and water on the ground were still mixed with bone slag, and it was unknown whether it was Aman's or those of these monsters. He used his flesh and blood to carry the slammed white bone door for Yun Qing.

Yun Qing did not look back at him, but bowed to the demon saint and saluted: "As the saint said, I and Hundred Thousand Mountains have completely forsaken the past."

The demon saint nodded with a soft expression: "Come back, Demon Venerable doesn't have to worry about my sect chasing him."

Yun Qing smiled casually: "I never worried."

She looked at Amang with the Jumang ancient mirror in her hand, and Amang's battered body disappeared between the bones and appeared in the mirror. Yun Qing took the mirror and said to the demon saint, "I don't know where this thing came from?"

The sage of Yaodao waved his hand and said, "It's also a magic treasure hidden in Qingchuan Mountain House. If the devil likes it, take it."

Bi Fang was dissatisfied, and said sourly: "Hey, how good is your relationship with her? Are you sending something..."

Yun Qing pretended not to hear Bi Fang's words, said goodbye to the two, and went to Liu Xiao Niu's boat. Little girl Liu untied the ropes that tied the boat, carrying Yunqing slowly towards the other side of the lake.

"Congratulations to Demon Venerable for getting out of trouble."

"Thank you."

There was no other word between the two, and they stayed silent on the small boat, staggering to the south.

At this time, the rain had stopped, but the fog was still thick, and the feeling of dampness and cold in the air became more and more obvious. After this vast fog, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and the smoke is everywhere, and everything is endless. Yun Qing looked at these scattered white mists, and suddenly his heart gradually calmed down, and that bit of hostility seemed to disappear with the long escape in Yaoque Pagoda this time. The surrounding white mist gently wrapped the boat, and it also gently covered the lake surface, and the breeze dissipated a little.

This haze connected her to this vast world, her heartbeat gradually slowed down as the heaven and earth exhaled aura, and her breathing rose and fell as the stars dimmed. She can clearly hear the noise of everything, but her heart has never been so peaceful for a moment. This kind of peace that is converging with the heaven and the earth takes her a long time to appreciate and comprehend.

After an unknown period of time, Yun Qing felt the boat's swaying stop. She took a deep look at the Yaoque Pagoda, which was obscured by thick fog behind her. The demon saint in front of the tower smiled at her.

"Farewell." Yun Qing bowed his hands, not knowing who he was saying goodbye to. Maybe it's the little girl in front of her, maybe it's the 100,000 mountains that are no longer peaceful, maybe it's the gentle demon saint like a mother, maybe it's the Yaoque Pagoda that she has walked back and forth several times, even her own I can't figure it out, maybe a little bit of it.

Yunqing ran Fangcunzhan directly, and when he reappeared, he was already in the southern wilderness. This time, she didn't deliberately try to figure anything out. Anyway, what should come will always come, and she is never afraid.

There were fleeing demon armies and chasing demon armies everywhere. The pure white sacred ring on the distant Jiu Ming City was slowly expanding, while the black and red six-path chakras of life and death were forced into a desperate situation. The sky was so dark that there was no brilliance, no stars twinkling, no bright moon in the sky, just pure darkness. The smell of carrion around is very strong, and the spiritual pollution caused by monsters makes it almost impossible for practitioners to move.

Before Yun Qing could gain a firm foothold, a black magic sword pierced through the sky and cut a huge crack in front of her. Yi Du in pitch-black armor landed a heavy sword not far from her, his expression was cold and hard, his face was as severe as a sculpture, and the blood-colored cloak behind him was flying in the fire.

"Go back with me." Yi Du's tone was very strong, he said coldly, "Or do you want to die under my sword?"

Yun Qing closed her eyes and suddenly laughed. She pulled out Kun Wu from behind with her backhand.

She also had a little smile in her words: "It seems good to kill you."

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