The old man smiled, "You little doll is so disobedient, when you get here, do you still have the right to speak, do you think the old man is a vegetarian, look at his chest first, so as not to be frightened for a while," Qiu Ling was stunned for a moment, reached out and opened his shirt, a green-tailed red scorpion lay on his heart, the red scorpion was very vivid, and it looked the same as the real one. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The old man clenched his fist, and the green-tailed red scorpion approached the chest of the hill, and the red scorpion moved under the skin of the hill, and the palm-sized red scorpion moved in the flesh and blood, and he didn't even feel pain.

The face of the hill changed suddenly, this is when the change happened, the red scorpion lurks in the heart, can clearly 'see', but can not feel the presence of the red scorpion. Cold sweat ran down the cheeks of the hills, and he secretly blamed himself for being too greedy, the green-tailed scorpion pepper was a dead thing, and suddenly there were all kinds of changes, the first thing that came to mind should be weird, something was abnormal, and he should be more cautious, and he walked in so directly. Secretly scolding himself for killing himself, and at the same time quickly thinking about how to get out. As for the story told by the old immortal, it's okay to listen to it, and it's full of loopholes if you think about it a little.

If he is really that powerful, why bother with a small Nine Star Realm, since he can get out of the mist forbidden land, Qiu Ling doesn't think that he can help him, the other party is a wisp of remnant soul, it is still so weird, how strong should it be in the heyday. It's not an existence that you can provoke. It's just that at this time, the hills, the red scorpion is lurking in the heart, it seems that the omen is immortal, a trace of red begins to spread along the blood, the hills have good spiritual sense, and can naturally 'see' the changes in the blood, which is different from the bright red color of the blood, the red and the blood are distinct, but it also makes you unconscious. Hill's mind fell silent again, he had been so involuntary when he received the remnant star change, and now he felt this fear again, and his mind calmed down instead.

He is too young, has too little experience, and lacks experience, so every Xingqi is slowly experiencing and traveling thousands of miles. But the hills are too late, and every star will suffer on the way to training.

Some people say that if you suffer a lot, you will naturally have a long memory. For the first time, the hills suffered a big loss, but what they lost was life and death, how to make up for this loss. His pupils were a little dim, and his whole state was very unstable. It's a bit of a sign of going mad, and this should be a chain of changes caused by the fusion of minds. If the cultivation and realm are improved too quickly, the foundation will be unstable, and once the mind is restless, these hidden dangers will be exposed. It's just that Qiu Ling no longer has any extra thoughts to think about the problem of unstable foundation, and there are more and more red lines in his body, and the red lines want to control his body along the blood of the whole body.

"You're going to control me?" Hill shouted, staring at the old immortal and finally knowing the other party's intentions. From the very beginning, the cooperation he said was a lie, and the purpose of this old thing was to control the hills. Whether it's making up lies or telling stories, he just wants to shock Qiu Ling's heart, and when the time is ripe for his painstaking creation, the whole person giggles weirdly, like a ghost crawling out of the underworld, he is a devil, a devil who has been tortured to the point of perversion for countless hours. As soon as Hill bit the tip of his tongue, a sharp pain came from his mouth, and his spiritual consciousness vibrate, and he woke up from a strange state.

The scene in front of him changed, and there were more than a dozen indifferent and sluggish Xingqi standing quietly next to the hills, a red silk thread ran through Xingqi, and the thin red silk thread penetrated through Xingqi's mind, but those people were unconscious, lost their senses, and didn't know the pain. The red thread stretched from the side, and it had already touched the head of the hill, and with a 'poof', it entered the flesh of the hill without hindrance. The red thread inside the body is not there at all, and that is an illusion. Qiu Ling's eyes widened, looking at the huge changes in front of him, and he was confused for a while. From the moment you entered here, you were controlled by the old immortal, the illusion is so real, it makes you constantly doubt and keep frightened, the red scorpion is fake, and the heart is also fake, the purpose is to make you sincerely afraid of losing the mind of resistance.

Looking towards the palm of the hill, the green-tailed scorpion pepper has turned into a mass of red thread with no visible ingredients, and the silk thread is like a hair, but it is extremely tough. The pain of the skull piercing came, and everything returned to reality. The old man in front of him sat on the chair wantonly, staring greedily at the hills, "Your little doll is stronger than them, and I am very satisfied that you woke up so quickly." ”

The old immortal said leisurely, the red silk thread actually penetrated the layers of flesh and bones, and appeared in front of the jade palace in the hills, his jade palace was solid and exuded golden brilliance, but in the face of the mysterious silk thread, it did nothing, and it was broken lightly, at this time, the hills felt the pain, and experienced two rupture of the jade palace, so that he accepted this pain, and the spiritual consciousness was contaminated with the silk thread, and the powerful spiritual consciousness still did nothing, no matter how the hills worked, the spiritual consciousness all lost its response and was not shrouded by him.

The old man was in a good mood, and said to the hills in a dry voice, "You think what I said is all a lie? How can this noble star deceive you little dolls, when you come to Japan to recover your true body, I can't forget your kindness, and when the time comes, I will find a good reincarnation for you, and it will not be in vain for me."

The old man's face was good, and he finally looked forward to the arrival of this day, and the whole person shouted frantically into the sky, "Emperor Lu, in the end, I won, you wait, this Xuanhuang Palace is also mine, haha, it's all mine, everything, everything is mine, mine." ”

He went crazy, waited for countless years, the lonely, cold, empty room, made him crazy, this is a powerful obsession, in order to make a comeback one day, his mind was strong and invulnerable, but he was almost suppressed by the Xuanhuang Palace. Fortunately, Emperor Lu fell asleep completely, and only the instinctive Xuanhuang Hall was left to let him find an opportunity, this opportunity was so precious, precious and made him cry, crazy old thing, he waited too long and too long.

Deep in the Xuanhuang Palace. On the huge and grand imperial chair, Emperor Lu in a yellow robe was asleep, without vitality or fluctuations, and the space around it was compressed and became a vacuum. Even the dead emperor has some strong enough dignity, he is an emperor when he is alive, and it is the same when he dies. As if hearing the voice of the old immortal, an ethereal figure stood up from Emperor Lu's body, the figure was a little confused, he had lost too many memories, he only retained a trace of instinct, guarding the Xuanhuang Palace, looking for the heirs of the 'Emperor Lu Sutra'. The ethereal figure landed on the ground, staring at the Xuanhuang Hall without a sound.

The silk thread was raging in the jade palace of the hills, and all the spiritual consciousness became the control of the silk threads, and the old man looked at it, and was very satisfied with the foundation of the hills. The silk thread is wound along the spiritual consciousness layer by layer, and the other side is towards the soul to probe, only when the soul is controlled, the will to destroy the star is completely controlled, the silk thread probes into the depths of the mind, and suddenly a lot of small characters appear in front of the silk thread, these fonts are no different, neither heavy nor good-looking posture, ordinary.

The old man frowned, naturally he saw everything in Qiu Ling's mind, he couldn't see it really, this font was a little familiar, and he couldn't remember it for a long time. Who in the Celestial Realm has a font like this? The old man muttered to himself, at this time he relaxed a lot, and finally ushered in a new vitality, suddenly, the old man's face became sluggish, he had seen this kind of font, even the star monarchs of the heavenly realm had seen it, the fonts all over the various god cities, how could he not recognize it, "It's him", the old man exclaimed, the silk thread suddenly retreated, and the retreating silk thread hit the purple vortex.

"Molter?" The old man was really frightened this time, he had never encountered such a strange scene, the silk thread saw the purple vortex, and only had time to shout, and countless attractions came out of the purple vortex. The silk thread stained with the vortex suddenly lost its senses, and this time it was the old man's turn to be shocked. What did he see, he saw him, and he saw the breath of chaos, could it be that these two cooperated? With that person's character, how can he cooperate with others. Could it be that the legend of the year is true, the realm of the old monster back then was average, so he acted cautiously, and Shou Yuan knew a lot of secrets for a long time. Coupled with his special abilities, he has a key to many emperors, and he is naturally well-informed. He knew the legend of the time, and with the scene in front of him, the legend was mostly true.

The old monster gritted his teeth and cut off the red silk, his eyes were full of distress, he was a very spicy and decisive person, once he noticed that something was wrong, he immediately cut off the association, and all the red silk in the hill's mind lost its sense. The spiritual sense of the hills is strong, and those red threads are worth the number of four or five people added up before, and it is really distressing to lose them suddenly. That red silk is the remnant of the old monster's soul now, and if there is a trace of it, it is really a piece missing, and it cannot be made up. Unless he returns to his previous realm, he will only be able to return in what year and month he will only be able to rely on these remnant souls. The old monster is also a calculating figure, he thinks he doesn't dare to fight with those two, and it should be okay to drink soup after him, that one is notoriously generous.

Thinking of this, the old monster made a decision, stretched out his hand and gritted his teeth for a while to throw the hills out of the main hall, and then gritted his teeth and doubled the consumption of a ball of red silk to go to the black desert to find a beautiful figure, the old monster thought for a while, stretched out his hand towards the heart and patted it, and spit out a ball of light blue silk thread, since the bet has been decided, why not come more directly and more violently, win the king's landing, lose but disappear. The old monster sat there, madness in his eyes, like a gambler who had lost everything, waiting for the dice to stop spinning at the last minute and turn the tables around.

The hills are the most confusing. The dizzy was teleported out, the preaching mountain was still the same as before, countless dazzling lights flashed, although the old monster's words were true or false, the origin of the Xuanhuang Palace was clearly introduced, this treasure hall is not a mortal thing. The hills experienced two 'earth-shattering' battles, and their hearts were exhausted and uneasy, and they desperately wanted to leave the Xuanhuang Palace.

Everything here reveals mysteries, and if you don't do it, you will die here. There are countless preaching mountains, but the hills can't afford to step on the mountain, and there are still countless red threads left in my mind, like a carving knife hanging, how can I feel at ease. This time I really gained insight and eyes. There was no green-tailed scorpion pepper found on the chest, and the one in the palm of the hand was quickly thrown away. Although the old monster finally gave up, Hill's mind became even more gloomy.

What is the purple vortex in my mind, even the existence of an old monster is so jealous, whether it is good or bad, it makes people uneasy.