Chapter two hundred and twenty-eight, the ambiguity is resolved

There was a big hole on the top of the Huangquan Temple, but before anyone found it, the saints of the devil tried to make up for it, and the material used was Yunqing's sacred body of Yan Mo. "Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Release" After the soul of Yan Mo's holy body was swallowed by Yun Qing, it left an empty shell. This thing only grew so big after eating the Temple of Huangquan. Had to goug out some bone from it to make up for the loss.

In any case, Mo Dao made a profit this time, after all, Yun Qing tried to recall Huang Quan.

But now Huang Quan's state is not very good.

"Blood." A clear and beautiful voice echoed in the empty temple. Although this voice could not be described as lonely, it was definitely not very close. "Flesh, brain, hair, and everything."

The sage of the magic way leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples, looking like he had a headache.

"I want to reshape my body."

In the center of the Huangquan Temple, the place where the magic pattern was located was replaced by a small spring, and the spring was spewing thick blood. And the woman in the blood pool is lying comfortably, her soft and fragile body is not threatening, but her expression is like King's Landing.

She raised her head, pointed her chin at the demon saint by the wall, and said solemnly, "Can you understand me?"

The Sage of the Magic Dao looked even more troubled: "Yes."

"I said, I need blood, flesh, brain..." Huang Quan repeated these words again.

The Sage of the Magic Dao interrupted her: "The blood has been given to you."

Huang Quan looked at the pool of blood bubbling around him, frowned and said, "It's not enough, I need enough blood to fill Wangchuanji River, enough to fill the flesh and blood of the Demon Realm, enough..."

The sage of the magic road interrupted her again: "Why do you have to reshape your body?"

Huang Quan glanced at him in disbelief, then stood up directly from the blood pool, and turned around: "Don't you think this body is too fragile? No scales, no claws, no bone spurs... The one who caught me The demon body is barely visible, but it has been hollowed out by that person."

The sage raised his hand to expand the blood pool for a generation, and the blood rose to cover her young woman's body: "That's enough, the Holy Master only needs supreme supernatural powers and an understanding of the rules."

Huang Quan's face sank, and she looked at the magician sage coldly: "If I don't have a physical body, I will be in a bad mood, just like you go out without clothes."

The saint of magic shrugged indifferently: "I won't be in a bad mood if I don't wear it. What's more, you have a physical body now, and you are using your physical body to bargain with me."

Huang Quan's face was even more ugly, her face was gloomy soaked in blood, her hair was wet, like a red-eyed merman.

The sage raised his eyes and looked at her for a while: "You are very different from what I imagined, do the ancient gods and demons have your bearing? The fake guy from before seems to be more reliable than you. "Ya*wen*yan* Love *first*post""

Huang Quan shrank into the bloody water, revealing only two bright red and shining eyes, her voice came from the water: "It's just a remnant, she can't get all the Huangquan back, that's the sky... the talent of heaven. made."

The Sage of Demon Dao had already guessed this possibility, so he was not too surprised: "The remnant soul is enough, it is the remnant soul of the predecessors."

Huang Quan looked at him gloomily, the blood in his red eyes became more ominous: "Just know this, you'd better not be too presumptuous."

The Sage of the Devil's Way shook his head and smiled: "Yes, yes."

He looked very perfunctory, which made Huang Quan very dissatisfied. Her words came out through the water with a "gudugudu" voice: "I have a remnant soul, it is a great blessing to the devil, but Bi Luo can't leave anything."

"I didn't ask you to leave something behind. It's not that this world of cultivating Taoism can't go on without the two of you." The sage of the magic path didn't seem to care much. He walked from the corner to the edge of the blood pool and bowed his head to Huang Quan. , "It's good to have you, but it doesn't matter if you are lost, we have already made such an awareness."

Huang Quan sneered at the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I've inherited my shadow and survived to this day. Now I turn my face and don't recognize anyone. I'm really capable."

The sage of the devil's way narrowed his eyes, and the sarcasm on his face was not inferior to that of the other party: "I really want to thank Huang Quan for dismantling the good orthodoxy of the devil's way into what it is today. Although Bi Luo died, but the large group of gods But a lot of them stayed."

On the surface, it seems that the orthodoxy of the magic way put the most core power into the realm of no-delusion through the battle of the top of the broken jade, so that it can be preserved. Shinto has completely disappeared in the long river of history, and there is no trace of it anymore. In fact, the magic way, which was on a par with the Shinto way, has lost most of its inheritance, and can only barely be on an equal footing with the seven holy places today. The divine way is completely preserved in the heavenly palace through the layout of the blue sky, just waiting for a certain opportunity to return to the world.

Huang Quan sank himself into the bottom of the pool, sat around his knees, and a large string of bubbles appeared above his head: "I fell first, and then Bi Luo was punished by heaven and followed me. He was already prepared, and I failed to stay behind. Reasonable."

The sage of the devil's way finally heard Huang Quan bring up the topic he wanted to know, so he asked without a trace: "I'm ready to kill you, and then sacrifice myself again?"

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"No love, no heart, Biluo Huangquan should be like this." Huang Quan's voice sounded more and more serious, she answered very seriously, "We have escaped from the fate, there is nothing in the world that can hurt us, Only Tiandao and Daoqi can do it. At that time, Wudao disappeared, and the Daoqi in their hands had been damaged a lot by Tiandao. Later, Bi Luo retrieved this thing. Now think about it... I suspect that he mostly did it on it. hands and feet."

"What hands and feet?" The magician felt that the key to the matter was coming, "Why do you do this?"

Huang Quan came out of the blood pool with a "clatter", his expression was extremely deep, and the saint of the devil sat upright, ready to listen to her explanation.

"I don't know." But he only waited for these three words.

Huang Quan continued as a matter of course: "Knowing that I will not fall, but it was a big mistake to hand over Dao chess to Shinto."

"Is that thing really useful?" The magician could only step back and ask some simple questions. Originally, the disappearance of the Shaman Dao caused the Dao chess to be severely damaged. After the divine Dao disappeared, the Dao chess was completely destroyed by the Heavenly Dao. The Taoist world has lost Dao chess for 100,000 years. It is normal for people today to know nothing about it.

Huang Quan replied nonchalantly, "Let's see how good the players are at chess. If they play well, they will be useful, and if they play badly, they will die."

In fact, Dao chess was in a semi-lost state in her time. Although it was later found by Bi Luo, how to use it was not necessarily as skilled as Wu Dao. Because of the demise of Wu Dao, Huang Quan at that time also understood the huge risks involved in Dao chess, and she did not fight for this thing from Bi Luo. That is to say, at that time, only Bi Luo was really in touch with the aisle chess.

The Sage of Demon Dao was very suspicious of her words: "If you look at the level of layout, Bi Luo will not be bad, right?"

"You can't be saved if you're worse than the Tao of Heaven." Huang Quan poured blood on his shoulders and said mockingly, "I really don't know where the self-confidence of the cultivators is. The rules of the Dao belong to the Dao of Heaven. Even if the power is deprived from the Dao of Heaven after joining the Dao, in the end, it is still necessary to return the Dao to God? In the end, what do practitioners have for themselves? Always live in the false power bestowed by Dao of Heaven. Underneath, he kept saying that he was going to defy the sky, which is really ridiculous..."

The more she spoke, the quieter she became, and finally she sank directly to the bottom of the water and stopped talking.

It's ridiculous.

Monks are ridiculous.

And she, who is also a cultivator, is really... so ridiculous.

But no matter how ridiculous it is, want to go down, the desire for spiritual things will never be satisfied. Even if they take the Dao of Heaven as their own, they will travel to a wider and far-reaching place in the future.

The sage of the magic road stood quietly by the blood pool for a while, then reached out and touched the surface of the pool: "Come out."

Huang Quan made a bunch of bubbles underneath and didn't make a sound.

"Come out, I have something to ask you."

Huang Quan showed two red eyes: "What's the matter?"

The sage of the devil approached and asked, "Do you know what is written in the book of heaven?"

Huang Quan looked at him strangely for a while: "What is the Book of Heaven?"

"..." The sage of the magic road slightly rationalized the chronological order. Huang Quan fell first, and then Bi Luo fell again. It seems that Bi Luo's preparation to leave the Book of Heaven was after Huang Quan's death.

He explained it succinctly and succinctly: "The wordless celestial book is hidden in secrets, and Emperor Qing said that there are secrets recorded on it."

Huang Quan closed her eyes and calculated for a while, as if she was looking for a book from heaven. She opened her eyes after a while: "You guys actually believe this, anyway, after I died once, I will never believe what God said again."

"Let's talk about what's written on it." The saints of the magic path feel that it is impossible to expect Huang Quan to help the magic path reverse the war in a short time, but there are many ancient secrets that you can ask her for advice. After all, Biluo and Huangquan should know each other better. of.

Huang Quan raised his hand to draw a circle of blood, and in the center was a tortoiseshell-like inconspicuous celestial book.

She nodded and said suddenly: "You said this."

The sage of the magic way also stared at the book of heaven: "Well."

Huang Quan frowned, his eyes a little disdainful: "The words are really ugly."

The saint of magic also frowned, as if he didn't quite believe it: "Is it really a word?"

In the age of gods and demons, the characters have not been completely created, and each ethnic group has its own way of writing.

Huang Quan nodded and poked the two obvious symbols on the book: "Qingyun, these two words."

The sage of the magic way touched the silver ornament in his hand and asked, "Does it mean that the secret is hidden above the blue sky?"

This statement is normal, but "Bi Luo put the secret treasure on the blue sky" is simply nonsense. He himself is a god above the blue sky, and of course he will leave his blue sky there after his death. Huang Quan felt that the current people were making a big fuss about the situation, and he was about to wave the image away, but suddenly noticed something. She leaned closer and stared at these two symbols and looked at them carefully over and over again, but she didn't have time to answer the question of the saint of magic for a while.

"What's wrong?" The saint of the magic path also looked at it carefully several times, but the messy symbols were still messed up, and nothing could be seen at all.

"No." Huang Quan seemed a little uncertain, "It's not Qingyun."

Before she could say anything, the sage of the devil path was grabbed by her: "You come to see me."

The Sage of the Demon Dao jumped suspiciously into the blood pool, squatted at a similar angle to her, and followed the gestures of her fingertips to observe these two words.

"It's written like this." Huang Quan traced along the scratches.

The Sage of the Demon Dao asked, "Then?"

Huang Quan turned his head and glared at him, his face full of contempt: "You don't know how to read."

The Sage of the Demon Dao felt that he was innocent: "I can read."

"Don't you see that this is reversed!" Huang Quan put his finger on it again and wrote it from beginning to end, "According to the writing order at that time, these two characters are Qingyun. But it is written backwards. Yes, you pay attention to the continuity between the gestures, from here to here, this continuous stroke, this adhesion..."

"It's Yun Qing."

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