Chapter Ninety-Three: Wait for Me

Complaining is complaining, Du Ling is actually quite grateful to Xiao Li for his efforts to relax.

Although he was a little resentful that the Emperor would rather tease him less skillfully, and was unwilling to explain his plan, he also understood that sometimes as long as the secret was spoken, the secrecy would be greatly reduced. You must know that they are in the enemy's body now (hey), in case he asks something that he shouldn't ask in a half-understanding, will Xiao Li answer or not?

Thinking that the overall situation is at stake, Du Ling doesn't mind sacrificing his ego first to be silly and sweet for a while.

#如此善解人意, I'm really a clever and witty little angel. #

#大不了秋后算账. #

As a mountain man who has not read Lu Xunda's classic work "Ah Q", Xiao Li naturally can't guess how Du Ling's brain circuit turns, so that he can so quickly hold his stomach into a brilliant and proud. However, the dangerous topic was finally brought away, and the other party didn't ask him how he was going to deal with the machine spirit and demon cultivator, and he also kept silent when he saw it.

For Du Ling's trust in his hands, Xiao Li was satisfied and felt a heavy responsibility at the same time, I hope ......

I hope he won't blame himself when it happens.

The seemingly synchronized inner drama between the two has subtle deviations not to mention for the time being, but on the way to watch the boss fight each other, the changes visible to the naked eye in the heavenly court are actually quite terrifying.

The aura and demonic energy crisscrossed and could not tell the winner, and in the course of their incessant struggle, the structures carved out of jade continued to crumble, reassemble and rebuild, and twist into extremely bizarre appearances, which were more terrifying than simple destruction.

Du Ling wanted to act as calm and calm as Xiao Li, but he used all his self-control to hold back that basket of doubts, and he couldn't take his eyes off those visions.

Although he knew that whether it was a machine spirit or an ink burning sky, it was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it was impossible to easily lead a dog, but it was such a toss...... Is Heavenly Court really okay?

The upper part was in tatters, and he really couldn't imagine what the Nether would be like now.

The only reason that Du Ling can use to comfort himself is that his family Emperor Da Ke has always been a person who has the world in mind and takes the common people as his own responsibility, since he can so calmly let the two bosses eat dogs, maybe it really doesn't have much impact?

It's still a little bottomless in my heart, but even if I don't have to watch out for the snooping of the enemy (do the bosses really have time to pay attention to their side when they fight so fiercely), Du Ling actually didn't dare to ask.

Asking is also a vain question to cause trouble.

It's better to let him be an ostrich for a short time, anyway, he can stuff his head under his wings and hide the talent of birds, so he doesn't have to use it in vain.

Just when he was not in his mind, a dark blue chain with the thickness of a basin suddenly flew sideways in front of him-

This speed and weight, if it really falls on the body, it is not as simple as pumping away, the better one is pressed into a meatloaf, and it is almost estimated that it will be beaten into a meat puree!

Du Ling only felt that the cold hairs on the back of his neck exploded all the way down, and he couldn't react at all.

Fortunately, Xiao Li had been prepared for the attack, and with a sword with sufficient spiritual power, he successfully cut off the giant chain, and when the sword move was not old, he swung his wrist and danced an impenetrable sword flower, knocking the broken chain fragments away one by one.

But even without taking any physical damage, the attack managed to slow them down, and in the moments when the fleeing form stopped, the unpredictable fog around them began to solidify, gradually forming a new scene.

The huge pillar of clouds clinging to the dragon rises from the ground, the red brocade with intricate patterns woven with gold threads covers the mottled and damaged blue jade slabs, and the colorful palace ribbons flutter down from the sky. The various buildings in front of the two of them slowly sank, and in their place a high platform decorated with the rare treasures of the Zhilan Jade Tree slowly rose.

Almost instantly, a magnificent palace hall that far exceeded the limits of the abilities of ordinary people was completed out of thin air.

Xiao Li and Du Ling, who happened to be trapped under the magnificent high platform, were incomparably small by this gorgeous and magnificent existence, just like two flat-headed people who had been forcibly pulled to face the saints, and they should be so humble that they didn't dare to breathe.

Well, if they were really two normal people, they would probably be shocked like this.

It's a pity that if this building was born, and the "winner" who was sitting on the dragon chair on the high platform at this time, and wanted to show off his ambition, was really looking forward to it, he was doomed to be disappointed.

The Heavenly Emperor, who was once the true owner of this hall (simple version), didn't care about it, even a mere mortal in Duling, and he didn't intend to be bent off his back.

Although he was a little physiologically weak-legged and flustered, he finally managed to hold his expression, and he could deliberately pull Xiao Li to make the family bend sideways to bite his ears, and say something "whispering" that everyone present could hear clearly:

"Hey, actually playing cosplay, you say he's a porter or a copycat? There is not even a plaque in the main hall, it is really a thief's heart, and the taste is slightly dazzling......"

This sore foot is really a step on a quasi-child.

It's very sad to pretend that no one buys it and changes lo ratio, at least the vague-looking victor on the high platform flashed his face red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and finally stayed in the gear that matched with the sneer:

"Heh, whatever you say, I don't care about you and other ants."

"Oh." Du Ling rolled his eyes indifferently.

To deal with this kind of SB who is full of show-off desire like a poor person suddenly getting rich, it is the smartest way to hold it without stubble. Anyway, with Xiao Li blocking those coercive and deterrent spiritual attacks for him, if he was pure fighting, Du Ling was confident that he could win with the other party in three hundred rounds.

If you don't praise and lead to the following, wouldn't you not see the miserable appearance of the henchmen's suffering, pain, regret, and finally despair?

Placed himself high on the top, but he couldn't find the boss at the bottom of the stairs and wanted to slap this sharp-beaked worm to death.

If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't figured out whether he had combined with Yao Chi, he would have done it a long time ago...... It's all to blame for the stupid demon cultivator's incompetence, and the sword cultivator is even more hateful, causing him to still lack enough aura, and he deserves death...... However, it is important to get back the spiritual source, and now it is only one foot away from the door, so it is better to be careful not to make side dishes.

After several changes in thinking, the victor finally turned a blind eye to Du Ling's little trick and went on with his previous arrangement.

And it pretended to be reserved on it to thank Xiao Li for cutting off a lifeline of demon cultivation, and said complacently that for the sake of this unintentional move that helped him a small favor, he could stay and wait for a cheap life, Du Ling complained below: Is this old-fashioned line at the beginning of "Thank you balabala" standard?

The ink that you killed was just used about an hour ago, the same tone and the same expression, the template is not updated, it is too insincere, I give zero points.

As for the machine spirit being choked back continuously, he can still insist on acting by himself, he is also deeply admired, and he has nothing to say.

It may be that the slightly embarrassing performance of the audience group is that it has been hit, and the machine spirit continues to show the neurotic attributes common to the villain boss on its body.

After a goosebump-inducing laugh, it once again expressed its "heartfelt gratitude" to the two, this time to thank the Emperor for delivering the mission to its mouth intact.

“…… Look at this arm, this body, this facial features, who said that only those natural beings can have it," it is extremely narcissistic and fiddles with the humanoid incarnation that it has longed for for tens of thousands of years, but has not been able to obtain, and inadvertently brought out a trace of resentment in its complacent tone: "Obviously, I am the artifact of heaven and earth spiritual qi incarnation, and my background is far more noble than this small and low-level world, but I have to serve a group of stupid and short-lived ants so far!" Fortunately, all the laws in the world have been solved, so what if there is no demon cultivation method left, I still succeeded after all! ”

The machine spirit laughed, and admitted without scruples that Mo Weitian had gone to great lengths to dig out those truths, but it was only within its calculations.

Even if it is born in an artifact, the artifact spirit is the artifact spirit, although there is no lifespan limit, it cannot be cultivated! From the moment he was born, he had no chance of the Great Dao, and he couldn't even move according to his own mind, let alone condense his body for nine days.

Even if it really gains the energy of a world and soars to the real upper realm, it is just a "treasure" that everyone grabs, so how can there be any real future and freedom to speak of?

Therefore, the goal of the machine spirit is to change from an artifact to a real creature from the beginning.

It's a pity that life and body can't be obtained out of thin air, and the machine spirit can't take the initiative to leave the Nether Realm of the body, let alone take away those immortals who have ascended to the heavenly court, so it came up with a brilliant idea.

It can't take away others, it can trick others into "taking" it.

At that time, the immortals and demons will be mixed with each other, and those shackles against the machine spirit will become blurred, and it will have an opportunity to take advantage of it, relying on its tens of thousands of years of accumulation, it is not easy to fight back against a little guy like Mo Weitian who has only lived for a few hundred years in one fell swoop.

When the time comes, not only can you get* but also directly increase your mortal experience, which is simply a few in one fell swoop.

That's why those weird demon cultivators who pursued assimilation of heavenly demons were born, so the genius of Mo Wei was able to explore so many truths, and he was expected to succeed all the way like a god.

Because everything is under the control of the machine spirit, it is more eager than anyone else to have a snatcher to come.

Now, although the ratio of aura and demonic qi is still a little out of balance, it has not been able to achieve the most perfect balance, but it has not only succeeded in capturing *, but also maintained the connection with the artifact, and after retrieving the spiritual source to consolidate his cultivation, he is equivalent to a true immortal who has an artifact as a natal magic weapon, and all the idleness and insults he has suffered in the past can be easily returned one by one.

The first one to clean up is this lowly bird demon who dares not to give him face!

Due to the slight distance and the slight difference, and the unwillingness to keep raising his neck to look at people, Du Ling did not know that he was being cared for by the sight of death. He was pondering what the so-called "fusion with the Ink Burning Heaven" was all about, and he always felt that there were a lot of sequelae?

For example, the bad problem of this love show insider, is it too emotional to control his mouth, or simply inherited Mo Weitian's performative chatter personality (。

Of course, it is also possible that the nature of the instrument spirit is like this - no one can speak for 800 years, empty, lonely and cold, this is the opportunity, but even if you shake out the black history of the urine kang when you were a child, you have to earn a sense of existence.

But no one wants to hear you.

Although he felt the deep scheming of *oss, Du Ling still plucked his ears and sneered back: "Heh, you suck me and I suck you around, it's not too tired, you two are really true love, hugging each other for so long and mixing into a panda, do you really know who you are?" ”

Although he didn't find the ear feces, he still symbolically flicked his fingers, not for any reason, just to be chic and uninhibited.

The victor hesitated for a moment, but it quickly became smug again: "Who am I?" Yes, although I have all their memories and powers, I am no longer a machine spirit now, and of course I am not a lowly demon cultivator, I am me, a brand new - the master of this heaven and earth and the artifact! ”

I don't even care about the three philosophical questions, you are ruthless!

As soon as Du Ling saw that there was no use in attacking the heart, he immediately changed his strategy and changed to the agitation method: "It's not because you say so much nonsense, it's not because you don't have a problem with us." ”

Again, as the old saying goes, if fists can solve it, who is happy to use their tongues. Du Ling recalled the force value that Xiao Li had just shown, and then felt that there was nothing abnormal in his body, and he was slowly recovering from the carry-on space, and he felt that his confidence was still quite strong.

But he'll soon regret it.

That constantly relies on constant ridicule and hypnosis to be not afraid of not being nervous, Xiao Lizi is so calm that he must have the confidence to support the back, and he will persist until the moment when the winner smiles and erects the water mirror.

In the interpretation of folklore, the heavenly court does have a treasure mirror that can see the world, but at this time, the lord of the main hall did not use any magic weapon, but simply took the mortal scene and put it on the curtain condensed by clouds and mist on the four sides of the main hall.

It's like you're there.

Feel the hellish horror on earth.

It didn't seem to have enough impact, and it specifically pointed it out to Du Ling and Xiao Li: "Isn't it very proud that you can cut off one of my sky-binding locks before?" That's what you came from. ”

The deep valley where the dark and deep buildings could not even be found, Du Ling couldn't even recognize whether it was the imperial capital or Mozhou for a while.

Either way, it made him pale and shaky.

"Anyway, we have been together for tens of thousands of years, if you let me get my wish earlier, let go of the last remnants."

With the words, the picture turned again, and the figures of Sun Xiaoshun, Wang Laohu and other demons appeared, they were organizing the survivors to evacuate and hide in the shelter designed and improved by Hu Guodao in combination with the Ling Tian Sect Formation Codex. At this moment, a huge meteorite that enveloped the infinite power of the heavenly fire fell, and it was about to fall on the heads of the fleeers!

At this critical juncture of life and death, Qi Fengyu, who was wearing the colorful natal treasure robe, suddenly flew out of nowhere, and crashed into the meteorite with all his might, blocking this fateful disaster.

It's a pity that he took his life for his life, and he didn't even leave a little ash.

Only the tattered multicolored treasure robe was wrapped in something, and it smashed to the ground with the remaining momentum. When the smoke and dust cleared, I could see that the thing that turned into a meteorite was actually half a fragment of the Sky Lock!

The sharp and smooth part of the fracture is very recognizable, and it is a unique trace of being cut off by a cold weapon.

Du Ling was almost unsteady on his feet, relying on Xiao Li's arm to barely sustain him, he knew that this was the other party's deliberate effort to torture them psychologically, but he still didn't have the strength to turn his head to look at the Heavenly Emperor's expression.

Was this something he had expected a long time ago?

Or is it just a miscalculation......

Du Ling wanted to convince himself that these were all fakes and the enemy's tricks, but at this time, the principle of illusion creation clearly appeared in his mind, blocking all the ways to escape from reality.

"What do you want?" Xiao Li's voice was still as cold as ever, and he couldn't hear the slightest emotion, and the cold Du Ling's brain, which was filled with countless deaths, regained some clarity a little.

Then he heard the other party's request: sure enough, it was his space, or the spiritual source that could continuously give birth to the purest aura.

"You can't balance the aura and the demonic energy now, the demonic part has begun to re-erode and pollute this place due to the growing darkness in your heart." Xiao Li looked at the woven gold brocade that had become much duller and even incomplete than when it first appeared, and said his judgment with certainty.

Don't look at the fabrics conjured by these auras are just minutiates, but they are the most illustrative of the emptiness of aura. If left unchecked, eventually the entire Heavenly Court may be devoured by filth, and finally transformed into a demonic weapon level and falls. But the ambition of the machine spirit is not to be a demon with an unknown path, and its ambition is so high and self-esteem that he will never be satisfied with this......

It's also good that it won't be satisfied.

Xiao Li lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the cold killing intent in his deep eyes.

"So what? If you still want to save the remnants of life and the world, you don't have to give me what I want. ”

As for whether or not to leave a breath for this hateful little world that has trapped him for a long time after getting the spiritual source, it depends on his mood. The corners of the nascent victor's mouth hooked up a grim smile, anyway, he expected that these fools who were brainwashed by righteousness and fraternity, even if there was still a hope, would not give up, let alone die with him.

It didn't know that after Du Ling recovered his strength, he was really so angry that his cerebral blood vessels burst and wanted to end up together. At least if Xiao Li hadn't squeezed his palm tightly and silently conveyed the word "believe me" with his eyes, he might really just be happy for a while.

Although the book is used when it is used, how can he launch a self-killing attack with artifact fragments, Du Ling does not know for the time being.

But since he could find the location of the fragment hidden in his soul as long as he calmed down and felt it, it was not impossible to destroy it.

This was the first time that Du Ling had really felt the fragment of that artifact, and instead of trying to refine it, he wanted to drive it out of his body and sacrifice it to the unscrupulous villain.

Ahem, it feels pretty scummy.

Fortunately, this fragment has not regenerated a consciousness of being a demon, and it has been called by Du Ling with hard work, and it has also appeared honestly today.

After leaving the body, the artifact is still half-new and inconspicuous, and the jade carving can be called clumsy at most, and there is no spiritual brilliance. But perhaps it was this hidden appearance that had allowed it to survive in the mortal world for many years without being discovered by any cultivators.

Now, Du Ling hesitated in his heart with the jade pendant in his hand.

This last chip was a little too easy to get out, and he thought it would be difficult to delay it? As a result, Goldfinger didn't have any nostalgia for his former master, and he couldn't help but panic.

But the greedy "winner" couldn't wait, it didn't even bother to pretend to force Du Ling to take the initiative to offer the treasure, but directly formed a spiritual energy vortex in mid-air, and sucked the fragment into it with a swish.

“…… Yikes! ”

The fast Du Ling couldn't catch it, so he had to give him a second life with the golden finger and hurriedly say goodbye. It's useless to regret it now, and I can only hope that Xiao Li can continue his usual reliability.

"This is to use the spiritual source as the anode, and the demon core obtained from Mo Weitian as the cathode, to build an endless cycle of yin and yang balance." After the last chip was also taken away, the Emperor of Heaven still had the same cold face and no mood fluctuations, and his tone was cold.

The victor began to laugh maniacally, as if to see his reaction as a numbness that was powerless to resist giving up everything, and with the real trepidation on Du Ling's face, it was delicious.

In order to enjoy the thrill of life and death for a little longer, it didn't even mind letting these two survive until it was perfect to witness its progression. Especially the helpless explanation of the chess piece that is not easy to use at this time, it is as if praising its wisdom - what if you refuse to kill the monster as I expected, what if you send spiritual energy to me, those struggles are like a mantis arm as a car that does not play any role at all, and in the end, it is not up to you to send the real spiritual source to me with your own hands!

This proves that everything I do is in line with the operation of the avenue, this is the fate that is destined to belong to me, and the victor thinks even more intoxicated.

So Xiao Li, who was not hindered by anything, continued to explain the situation: "When the aura and the demonic qi are finally balanced, they are helpless against each other, if they are reasonably guided, they may be able to form a cycle of mutual growth, but ......"

"The power of restraining each other makes everything extremely fragile—"

It was too late to say it, and before the words fell, Xiao Li had already drawn his sword again, and slashed down on the ...... Empty on the ground.

The victor sitting on the high platform almost laughed, what is this, venting anger?

But soon it couldn't laugh, the surface of the originally unbreakable artifact actually began to crack in all directions from the sword mark that was not deep, not the reaction of the demonic qi being stimulated by the aura attack, but the real crack.

After all, the artifact is still the body that is deeply connected to it, and those wounds can be said to be deep into the bones, and even spread......

The aura and demonic qi that didn't have time to integrate into the way of mutual transformation lost control, and they were evenly matched to repel each other, and the part of the artifact that was occupied separately was like a loose building block, as long as an external force gently pushed, it collapsed in pieces.

Broken?

Du Ling Zha baan's eyes were also a little unbelievable what he saw, the most insurmountable mountain of all the salvation plans, there was an artifact with a level far beyond their strength...... It's just broken?

But isn't it for the sake of the continued existence of the world that the artifact can't be destroyed??

There is also this question, and the machine spirit that has changed from a victor to a loser in an instant, and the * that it has just received and has not yet been warmed up has also begun to crack, and has weathered into sand like the magnificent hall, and has dissipated without a trace.

"No...... Impossible、How can you ...... Don't you care about the billions of creatures in the Nether Realm!! The loser, who has not yet enjoyed the joy of life, but is about to experience the fear of death, screams and asks.

Of course, it knew that it would take a lot of risk to fuse the aura and demonic qi as yin and yang, and it could turn into repulsion in an instant, but with the whole world as a hostage, it had always had nothing to fear.

I didn't expect that the entire Heavenly Emperor, who had been watered by benevolence, righteousness, propriety and faith, would be so ruthless in the end, if today's court and the world were shattered together, would he be able to escape the catastrophe and not be ......!

“…… It seems that you really don't know," Xiao Li pulled Du Ling, who was already stunned, to avoid the collapsed cloud pillar, and said lightly: "As an artifact, guarding the luck of a realm and introducing the laws of the big world into the small world are just furs, and the real meaning of leaving the heavenly court is to avoid this world from going the wrong way." ”

What if you go down the wrong path, but you can't get back?

Destroying and starting over is too simple for the mighty to be the perfect answer, so he chooses a method that seems exaggerated, but leaves people with infinite possibilities.

"The true supernatural power of the Heavenly Court lies in allowing time to rewind everything and start again when the disaster is so severe that it cannot even protect itself."

The loser, who was already less than half of his body and a head, was shocked and seemed to be unable to accept this fact at all.

It turns out that it ...... From beginning to end, didn't you be able to jump out of the palm of the previous owner's hand?

However, Du Ling, who had already had a reversing experience, quickly came back to his senses and blurted out: "You have been thinking about this for a long time??? ”

But it's okay to go back in time? If the machine spirit also goes backwards, it will become more difficult to deal with, right?? So last time, I was actually reborn with the world, and now it's the second week??? But where is the save point?,If you make sure that you have three weeks, you can clear the customs smoothly???!!!

A bunch of questions stuck in his mind, and he couldn't even turn his eyes.

And Xiao Li was still so calm and composed, and he didn't explain much, just waved a sword light, and scattered the machine spirit that tried to escape from the broken exorcism, leaving a trace of consciousness to be reborn with the heavenly court: "Don't worry, after you are willing to fall into a demon, the machine spirit has become a mistake that the artifact must be erased." ”

His overly arrogant and greedy ambition led him to a real dead end, and even if the whole world started all over again, there would be no demonic spirits and those demonic cultivators.

Du Ling opened his mouth, feeling that his tongue was dry, and he couldn't spit out a word.

This game is too big and too deep, and Xiao Li can really endure it, and even bear the spiritual pressure of letting the machine spirit mutilate the living beings, and finally let it enter the trap of self-destruction......

"Sorry...... Nothing helped. Thinking about it, he could only say this dryly.

Reason reminded him that it seemed that he should laugh at this time, or at least praise this hard-won reversal, but in the depths of the heavenly court that was constantly collapsing and destroying, he did not feel any real sense of victory for the time being, but was seized by a sudden sense of emptiness.

It's not to the extent of being lost or ashamed of itself, but I just feel that I can't ignore the gap between myself and Xiao Li, and it's a bit of a taste.

And he is still a little weak-minded, Xiao Li is so sure that the artifact has the magic power of going back to time, and he doesn't even know the artifact spirit, could it be that he actually uses his own experience as the only evidence, right?

What if it happens to be unreproducible......

As if sensing his uneasiness, Xiao Li smiled slightly, raised his hand and pushed Du Ling's dangling bangs to the back of his head, revealing the little face that couldn't stop being depressed and holding it with both hands, and said seriously: "If you didn't believe in me, I wouldn't have succeeded alone." ”

In fact, if it is possible, he does not want to gamble on this game, even if everything can be restarted, all losses and mistakes can be remedied, and the dead can be resurrected, but the pain of the world being hurt by sin is also real. However, the machine spirits did not leave them and the world with even a little way to live, and in the end they had no choice.

He leaned over and kissed Du Ling's round and smooth forehead gently.

The touch of the lip flap was gentle, which made Du Ling settle down in an instant, leaving all his fears and worries behind. Only then did he remember that he should also say something to express his heart, and he was still worried about asking what would happen to us after the time went back, but suddenly his eyelids were extremely heavy, 166 reading network