Chapter 221, blood gradually fades, seven emotions and six desires

On the North Sea, only Zhong Guanyuan and Ji Yihe were left, and the violent wind and waves just disappeared like a nightmare. "Ya*wen*yan*love*first*post"

"Master Zhong... are you going to see that person?" Ji Yihe looked up at Zhong Guanyuan, and then quickly lowered himself.

Zhong Guanyuan trimmed his long hair and carefully put the Seagod Gujing into his arms. He pointed to the south and said to Ji Yihe: "Let's take a look at the Li Palace first."

Ji Yihe saw that Zhong Guanyuan did not answer, so he bit his lower lip and said nothing. With a seal in his hand, the two of them jumped up in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast. The strong wind ruffled Zhong Guanyuan's hair that had just been taken care of.

"What did Yihe just ask? I didn't, didn't hear it clearly." Zhong Guanyuan's mouth was filled with air, his eyes were blindfolded, and he basically couldn't tell the direction.

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Ji Yihe shook his head, and the seal formed on his hand again. The silver divine seal spread out from his cuff and extended to his wrist: "Master Zhong doesn't want to talk about it."

Zhong Guanyuan felt that the wind around him had calmed down, and it was obvious that Ji Yihe was protecting him. This child is always like this, something is all in his heart, and sooner or later he will get sick. Zhong Guanyuan didn't know what to do with him, so he could only explain sincerely: "I really didn't hear it."

Ji Yihe still shook his head, he secretly raised his eyes to look at Zhong Guanyuan, and reached out to help him straighten his clothes. It can be said that this child took good care of every detail and never made Zhong Guanyuan feel uncomfortable.

If only he wasn't so dull and introverted.

"Yihe, I beg you..."

Zhong Guanyuan felt that every descendant of the gods was particularly difficult to deal with, and such a well-behaved child as Ji Yihe was no exception. At any rate, he could still figure out what other people were thinking. When he encountered a stuffy jar like Ji Yihe and couldn't say a word for a long time, he really had to kneel.

"Master Zhong!" Ji Yihe's voice was raised a little bit, but it wasn't much louder than his breathing. Zhong Guanyuan tried his best to listen to him, lest his voice be drowned out by the rubbing of clothing.

Ji Yihe summoned his courage and said, "I just asked Master Zhong, are you going to see that... it's Nanhai... No, it's the direct descendant of the magic path that I saw at the Immortal Ascension Conference last time."

Zhong Guanyuan had rarely heard Ji Yihe say such a long sentence. Although he stuttered, he had made a lot of progress. He was very relieved, patted Ji Yihe's head and said, "No, but we are going to see her later. What? Do you miss someone?"

Ji Yihe looked embarrassed, he shook his head vigorously, and remained silent again.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Zhong Guanyuan asked curiously. He wanted to reach out to remove the tie that was blocking his view, but was stopped by Ji Yihe's tiptoe.

"It's nothing." Ji Yihe took Zhong Guanyuan's hand off and stared at him to keep him from moving, "Will she help us?"

Zhong Guanyuan put down his hand obediently, and then said with a laugh, "Of course, if there is a handsome and dashing person, I will lobby, how can I not help!"

Ji Yihe was not very happy. He said, "I don't like Master Zhong talking to others in a low voice.

Zhong Guanyuan pinched his face: "Ahahaha, okay! When Yihe grows up and can protect Shinto, I won't have to run around and get tired."

"But I won't grow up anymore." Ji Yihe looked extremely low, his face was hidden under the long hair that fell, and the whole person was gloomy and gloomy.

Zhong Guanyuan suddenly realized that he shouldn't mention such a thing, he stopped laughing embarrassingly, and comforted: "I was wrong, it's time for you to become stronger... become stronger."

"I feel a little shorter recently..." Ji Yihe's voice was muffled, "In the past, I didn't have to stand on tiptoes for tidying up Master Zhong."

Zhong Guanyuan didn't know what to say, he slapped himself inwardly, thinking that next time he would not be mean again.

"Master Zhong... I'm very scared." Ji Yihe buried his head in Zhong Guanyuan's layered clothes, breathing the ink and wash on the body of the God of Books. Zhong Guanyuan didn't think of a good way to comfort him until the corners of his robes started to get wet, so he could only slap himself in the heart, calling you a jerk and a jerk...

"The breath of the gods is disappearing...their blood is dwindling from my body...Heavenly Palace..." Ji Yihe's words were intermittent, his voice was already low, and it was even more inaudible when he was wearing clothes, "We probably It's the last generation of gods."

The Tiangong was preserved by Qingdi tampering with the passage of time, and it existed before the moment when the divine way disappeared. When everything has flown downstream for 100,000 years, it still stands still. But this kind of stillness is not permanent, and sooner or later, the power of the Qing Emperor will be completely useless. At that time, the gods 100,000 years ago had completely disappeared, and correspondingly, it was impossible for them to have any descendants.

Ji Yihe can clearly feel this, the will of the gods flowing in his blood is diminishing, becoming weaker, and the heavenly palace is in jeopardy.

When God disappears completely, self-harmony will cease to exist.

"It's alright, don't be afraid." Zhong Guanyuan could only clumsily appease him, "We'll be back soon, Yunqing will help us, and the saints will help us too. Yihe, don't cry."

Zhong Guanyuan was really afraid that if he cried and cried, he would miss his destination and fly directly to the South China Sea.

"Hmm..." The voice was still choked up.

Also, Ji Yihe was young. Before he was found by Zhong Guanyuan, he was just an ordinary child who squatted on the ground and played in the mud all day. He must have never thought about disappearing from the world out of thin air. However, Zhong Guanyuan can't control this. He can only try his best to do what he can do. He is not sure whether the result is good or bad, whether people live or die.

"Yihe, open your eyes to see where we are!" Zhong Guanyuan was nearly collapsed by him, "Ancestor, I beg you not to cry!"

In the realm of no delusions, the flowery sky desires the demon sect, the drunken life and the dream of death.

Even though the war was in full swing outside, there was still singing and dancing in this building, and the romance was still the same. Countless curtains were replaced with light purple, one layer after another, and the gentle singing came from the middle. Whenever you think you can see the dancers when you lift the curtain, you will only see another curtain. The magic formation is arranged here in a very strict manner, and those who enter the formation will be disoriented and unable to extricate themselves if their cultivation base is not good.

Gong Zhen, dressed in red, walked among them, and the curtains in front of her were lifted up by the dancing girls and geeks. She could lead to the deepest part of the Drunken Dream and Death Tower without any obstacles.

She stopped in front of the last layer of curtains, and there was a low voice of chants and whispers. Gong Zhen waved her hand back to the left and right, and said in a deep voice to the curtain: "Master, there is news from the Huangquan Temple."

The trivial sounds inside disappeared instantly, and there was only one person sitting behind the curtain.

"What's the news?" Meiguang's voice was soft and hoarse, and the fragrance of Mi Yan could be vaguely smelled between the words.

Gong Zhen's expression was solemn: "The Venerable Huang Quan has ordered three times that he must go out to the whole territory and clear the South China Sea as quickly as possible. Should we send the disciples of the ruthless Dao outside the Demon Realm?"

"Do you still want to repeat the mistakes of Destroying the Demon Sect?" Meiguang's voice calmed down and gradually became the same as usual.

Gong Zhen stood with her head bowed, with a submissive expression: "If Huangquan Demon Zun really wants to attack us, then it would be useless to leave half of the people behind like destroying the Heavenly Demon Sect. Moreover, Huang Quan Demon Zun has never expressed his intention to eradicate our sect. Master. When it comes to the bigger picture, quickly…”

"Okay, I understand." Meiguang interrupted her, "If the ruthless Dao disciple stays, you stay too, don't bring this up again."

Gong Zhen didn't seem to have expected that her master would be so indifferent, she was stunned, and she couldn't say the words "disciple obeys orders".

"Is there anything else?" Meiguang saw that Gong Zhen had not answered for a long time and left, so he said, "If not, then leave."

Gong Zhen frowned slightly, and she heard a little impatient in her words: "Master, the longer the demon army fights outside, the longer the emptiness inside the demon realm will be, if such a big flaw is constantly exposed, it will inevitably not allow the conscientious person to take advantage of the emptiness to enter. The most urgent task now is to eradicate the scattered cultivators in the South China Sea and prepare for the expansion of the Demon Realm..."

"I said it, stay." Meiguang interrupted her exhortation again, and her tone was as simple and rude as she had never seen before.

Gong Zhen straightened up and looked inside the curtain in disbelief: "Master!"

"If you have nothing else to do, then step back." Meiguang said mercilessly, "You don't have to go to the South China Sea, and you don't have to go to that Demon Venerable in the future."

"Are you..."

"I don't trust her." Meiguang said to Gong Zhen bluntly, "Since she bewitched you to destroy and destroy the Demon Sect, I felt that something was wrong. There was no place in her heart for the sake of the devil, and she was not worthy of the name of Huangquan. "

Gong Zhen was dumbfounded, Meiguang's attitude has always been very soft, and if he can sneer, he will not sneer. But now she expresses her attitude bluntly in front of Gong Zhen, she doesn't want to work for the current Huang Quan.

"The Venerable has her own difficulties, and the sage has acquiesced. I think we can probably understand these layouts in the future." Gong Zhen tried to excuse what Venerable Huang Quan had done, but behind the curtain only came A faint sneer.

"Lord Sage doesn't necessarily believe her much, she is only left because she still needs it now." The meaning in Meiguang's words was very cruel, "Why do you think he put Zhushu's direct disciple next to Huang Quan? I trust Lord Saint, because he is the barrier of the devil's way and an existence who can dedicate everything to the devil's way."

"Isn't Huang Quan?"

Meiguang shook his head and smiled and said, "How is that possible. What Huang Quan Biluo pursues has always been eternity, and it's all eternity. Who cares about inheritance? Who will go back and deal with the fiery Taoism?"

Gong Zhen took a step forward, put her hand on the veil, and sighed, "Isn't what Master pursues also eternal? All practitioners in the world are no exception... If so, what is there to criticize? Venerable Huang Quan's?"

"Gong Zhen, it seems that you are determined to go with that Huang Quan." Meiguang's voice sounded a little regretful.

Gong Zhen replied respectfully, "This disciple does not dare, this disciple is only doing justice to the Venerable. What's more..."

Meiguang chuckled and asked, "What's more?"

"What this disciple pursues is immortality!"

Two streaks of red light descended from Gong Zhen's hands staggered, and the light purple curtain was torn to shreds by the ruthless Dao Zhen Qi. Countless tiny tulle fluttered in the air, and the surging infuriating brought up the layers of curtains around it, and the deepest part of the Drunk Dream Dead Building seemed to be blurred like an illusion.

On the backs of Gong Zhen's hands, there were scarlet magic marks, which were the brand of the ruthless Dao, which was similar to the big sun and black sky wheel on Yun Qing's wrist. Practitioners who are gifted in a certain lineage tend to have these special marks on their bodies, and they can gain more powerful power from these marks, and this power is generally linked to the degree of fit. There is no doubt that Gong Zhen's attainments in the ruthless way are extraordinary.

Every fragment was filled with murderous intent, and when all the veil fragments fell, Gong Zhen saw that there was no one behind the veil.

A low and hoarse laughter came from behind her: "What kind of soup did she give you, even I don't recognize it?"

Meiguang came slowly, with a slightly sad expression on his face, this emotion was suppressed, making people feel sour.

The moment Gongzhen saw her, she remembered what happened when she was a child. She was carried back to the sect by her master, and she practiced the ruthless way under the care of her senior sisters and seniors. Every failure will be forgiven by this woman, and every success will be affirmed by this woman. She is also a teacher and a mother, Gong Zhen grew up under the eyes of this person, she is the biggest causal bond of Gong Zhen in this world.

"No matter how good the soup is, it can't compare to Master's Seven Emotions Dao."

Gong Zhen's smile was gentle and generous, and the red lines in her hand became more and more dense, and finally flowed down like water, condensing into red double swords.

Come, come fight!

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