Chapter 949 Two things, crying three times

(Two chapters in a row, don't miss the previous chapter)

Collect Qi Naruko into his body, and if he wins, he will say that he will be killed, and then thrown out, but what if he can't win? The end will be nothing more than a heavy one, the universe will be shattered, and the body will be destroyed! At the beginning, Su Jing broke the Qiankun in Chi Xiu's body and deliberately spared his life, how could Qi Mingzi be as kind as Su Jing was back then.

And Chi Xiu 'received' Qi Mingzi, and others no longer had a chance to intervene to help, even if they wanted to help, there was nothing they could do, how could they help? Break the 'Qiankun' and rush in? Don't wait for the sniper Qi Naruko to hit Chi Xiu first?

The black demon flames are overwhelming, turning into stormy waves, killing whirlpools, and fierce turbulence, rushing to kill Qi Naruko, and the momentum of Chi Xiu's killing method is terrifying, but no matter how fierce his magic fire is, he still can't help Qi Naruko's 'calmness'.

The stream flowed, briskly and calmly, and when the flames came and went out fiercely, they were silent, little by little, one by one, layer by layer.

Qi Donglai suddenly moved, squatted on the ground, moved his steps, and moved a few feet away like a crab, there was a branch, he moved himself over, and took the branch in his hand: "Su Jing, tell you something." ”

The voice of the sassy people, as always, 'Heh Qi is like an orchid', the sweet sea is tired of falling into the sky, but he didn't speak directly, it was transmitted into the secret, and his words were only heard by Su Jing: "The disgusting demon is a bastard." ”

When Qi Donglai spoke, he didn't even go to watch the battle anymore, holding a branch in his hand and scribbling on the ground. The real scribble, like a child, is completely irregular, and the dirt is cut through the dirt in a mess.

Inexplicable words. Su Jing didn't know how to respond to him.

"If you change places, change times, you will probably ask: The demon of abomination is a bastard, you still cultivate. Right?" Qi Donglai is good at guessing people's opinions, and he guessed correctly, if he was drinking and chatting, Su Jing would ask so rhetorically.

Su Jing nodded, but he didn't need to say anything, Qi Dong said to himself: "Why do I want to cultivate hatred and disgust demons? Even a real idiot would not practice this method." Throughout the ages, there are 37,000 demons, and it is not good to repair that one. I have a lotus flower in my head? I have to cultivate hatred and disgust demons, I was originally a cultivator of boundless demons. ”

Borderless. Lawlessness, industrylessness, dustlessness is not dust, and the great devil and the golden bell are heavenly.

Qi Donglai used to cultivate the Golden Bell Heavenly Demon!

"Demon cultivators. It is also an innate thing. Only by being born with a demon root can you achieve something. But among the ten thousand gifted little devils. There may not be one who is qualified to cultivate 'Boundless'. But I'm qualified, not only was I born with a demonic root, but I was also born with a demonic nature, a demonic heart, and a demonic beard. "These empty mountain gate people are exquisite. Qi Donglai did not explain in detail, in short, there is no one in ten thousand who can cultivate the demon cub, and he is one in ten thousand.

Qi Donglai kept scribbling on the branches in his hand, and kept talking: "When the master found me, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. Speaking of this, Qi Donglai paused for a moment on the branch in his hand, and immediately sketched a butterfly.

The butterfly struggled, transformed into shape, and became real, but Qi Donglai's other hand stretched out and slapped it fiercely, and in the painting, the butterfly came true and was about to fly away from the dirt for a moment, and he was slapped to the ground.

The butterfly failed to fly out, and no one paid attention to Qi Donglai. For more than a thousand years, no one on Konglai Mountain has paid attention to this Heavenly Demon Brother anymore.

Shoot the butterfly to death, the painting under the branch becomes messy again, all out of shape, the painting is not an 'object', and there is no creation can not come true: "I cultivate the golden bell day, but I don't want to be the second golden bell day, each heavenly demon is unique, I worship the golden bell day, but I don't want to become another him Hey, this is the frivolous idea of my youth, now it's not worth mentioning, I really don't have to be the second golden bell day, because I cultivated the abomination demon halfway to change the law, In fact, the reason for changing to abomination couldn't be simpler: it's not that I want to cultivate abomination, it's that the demon of abomination has found me. ”

Su Jing was suffocated in his heart.

Everyone asked: Qi Donglai, you are crazy, why do you want to cultivate hatred and disgust demons. Everyone scolded: In vain, your master attaches so much importance to you, but you are neither male nor female, disgusting the world! Everyone laughs: Cultivating hatred and disgust, annoying people can improve their cultivation, this is really a method of saving worry and effort, but even if you can really become a demon, what if you can really become a demon? In the world to be hated, in the fairy world is not to be annoying, to please immortality, in order to earn endless ridicule and white eyes of others, what is the use of immortality, the life that cannot be lived is the endless scolding and disgust, are you not disgusting?

But a few people could have thought of it, if it wasn't for his own volition. If it weren't for him to practice, but for being forced to do so.

The branches paused again, and then outlined, this time Qi Donglai drew a wildflower, nameless, ordinary, not good-looking, the flower plate is too small, as if it is a finger. Under the cover of Qi Donglai's palm, the flowers in the painting stand upright, become real flowers, and take root in the soil.

In the first breath, the flower became truly formed, in the second breath, Qi Donglai's fingers pinched a petal in the flower, and in the third breath, the little wildflower suddenly rotted and turned into fishy black juice, flowing to the ground.

"Qi Donglai, what are you doing, if you don't watch the battle and leave as soon as possible, don't mess around here. "The elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect scolded him from afar, he didn't see how the flowers grew, he only saw Qi Donglai ruining the delicate life with strange methods.

The vicious battle within the Blood Qiankun is still the same, but the overwhelming demonic flames have been wiped out by the trickling sword by nearly thirty percent. Chixiu is still driving fire and attacking.

Qi Donglai threw a flattering look at the elders who scolded him, lowered his head shyly, didn't dare to reply loudly, and only dared to muttered to correct: "Sao, Qi Donglai." ”

The elder snorted coldly, lazy to pay attention to Qi Donglai, turned his head and watched the battle again.

The branch in Sao Ren's hand opened the graffiti again, and continued to transmit the sound into the Misu Scene: "At that time, I was practicing, and suddenly I felt that the sky was turning, and when I woke up, the previous demon cultivation was dispersed, and before I could figure out what was going on, I fainted again, and when I woke up again, the cultivation came back again, but I was a boundless true cultivator, and all of them became hated demon yuan. ”

A clear and sweet, indescribable beautiful voice sounded in my head: You child has very good qualifications, you have to pass on my heavenly demon mantle, it is your blessing, and it is also my happiness, good boy, I will feel sorry for you in the future. Before the words fell, a figure flashed in my sea of consciousness, with a green shirt and a pink skirt. The ugly man smiled writhingly, and continued: Good boy, don't be afraid, I'm not here to take away, it's just a little spiritual rhino, and I'm afraid that you won't be able to think about it, except when you are looking for a short time, I don't exist. ”

"Since then, as he said. I can't do it myself. It's not that I haven't tried, it's really useless, in fact, I really want to die, it's not that I can't help it, I just want you and me to experience the West Sea, 'he' doesn't care about the inside and outside. If I want to die in a fight. You will be able to die. It's just that after the initial torture, I'm also a demon cultivator. It is one thing to pay attention to not dying, and if you do not enter the war, how can you not go all out into self-judgment when you enter the war. It's another thing to be beaten to death by someone else if you don't do your best, and I'm not willing. Sometimes I think that it is not unreasonable for him to choose me, in addition to my qualifications and foundation, my temperament is also in his calculations. ”

"Frustrated, all thoughts are lost, self-cutting a few times, and repeatedly self-abandoning and cultivating, it's useless. After tossing enough, my mind is naturally calmer, and my life is boring, but I still have to do two things well, and if I don't cultivate enough, I can't do these two things well, and there is nothing to complain about. When I came out again, I was disgusted with the Demon Inheritance, my voice changed, my mannerisms changed, and even my eyes changed. With a few strokes, Qi Donglai drew a sturdy young man on the ground, who was himself.

The Buddha can save people but can't save himself, and Qi Donglai's painting of Qi Donglai can't be reinstated.

Su Jing finally spoke and asked, "Why don't you tell the truth to the same door?"

"Tell them that I don't hate demon cultivation?" Qi Donglai smiled, tilted his head slightly, glanced at Su Jing, and there were traces of love in his eyes: "After telling the truth, the hatred that should be brought will not be less than one or two, and there will be a little more pity, pity me? It's no wonder that others can't think that I'm forced to be helpless, this matter is too unbelievable, the true demon is possessed, and it is impossible to change the cultivation to this at all. ”

Qi Donglai's branch froze, no longer scribbled, his voice remained unchanged, charming and slightly embarrassed, as if the red man on the Jianghuai painting boat told his confidant about his suffering experience when he was drinking, and the topic was also pulled up to the ground: "Practicing until now, about two thousand years, I have survived in this life, six words: two things, cry three times." ”

"The two things are Master's explanations: carry forward the Konglai Mountain and the Heavenly Demon Sect. At that time, I was still a boundless demon cultivator, with a bright future and great ambitions, and my master valued me very much; the second thing was to take care of my junior brother, and when my junior brother first started, the master entrusted me, and I was still normal at that time, and my junior brother's qualifications were not as good as mine, but it was also considered to be too sticky, something like a little bean, and he was afraid that the master was not afraid of me, and he wanted to grow on my back. Actually, I don't need Master's advice, I will take care of him. ”

"There were twists and turns in the course of my cultivation, which caused the master to be disappointed and sad, but no matter how much he hated me, his great kindness to me was like the heavens, he used to be my son, and I have been his father all my life. Qi Donglai took the branch in his left hand and gently wiped it in his right palm, as if the branch in his left hand was a pen and the palm of his right hand was inkstone, moistening the pen.

"Crying three times is actually more than three times, ignorance when you are a child and crying like playing when you grow up doesn't count, you really cry three times, one is that Wujiang Xiu is forced to become hated by the bastard, after repairing, people cry loudly in the mountain pass, crying and bumping their heads;"

"The second is that the master respected the younger brother as the new king, and when I passed on the throne, I fled to the West Sea and cried loudly. It's not because the Demon Lord's throne is located in others, just to 'live up', really let down his old man, if he can choose him, he can still choose me, he has always wanted to pass on the mantle to me. Even when I first cultivated and hated demons, he still looked for me repeatedly, as long as I nodded, he would help me disperse the true cultivation, and then spend my own soul demon yuan to help me reshape the meridians, as long as I am willing to turn back, he is willing to hurt himself, even if there is no hope of ascending to demons in the future, it is not that I don't want to turn back, it is useless, the master is desperate to hurt my body to help me cultivate without borders, if I am forced to change back to hatred halfway, what to do if I am forced to change back to hatred halfway, the one who harmed me is the true demon, the master can't help me, no one can help me. ”

"I cried three times, and when the master ascended to the demon, there is no need to say much about the mood at that time. ”

"Two things, cry three times. Crying three times, three times in my life is enough, I don't really want to cry a fourth time, if my junior brother loses my master, what use does I want? I'm afraid I'll cry again. After saying that, the branches moved like swords, piercing the palm of his right hand.

The palm is broken, the blood is dripping out, and the branches are stained. Immediately, the thick soil is a branch to make a pen palm blood for ink, Qi Dong came to paint, three breaths in one go, he painted a person on the ground: Chixiu.

It's not obvious when he paints butterflies and wildflowers, but when he paints rabbits in Moyerdi, a rabbit turns alive and ages a few years.

This time he paints living people, paints three breaths, and is old for ten thousand years!

The long hair turned gray and white, the bronze-colored lustrous skin was wrinkled and dull, and the strong and tall body quickly withered.

In just three breaths, the Xiuxiu under the brush of the tree branch was vivid, and Qi Donglai, who was painting, had turned into a drooping and decrepit, and the lamp was dried up and fell to the ground. (To be continued......)