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"She's okay?" Wei Zhao asked.

"It's a lot of loss, and you have to rest for a while." Gongliangzhi exhaled, his face softened, "Fortunately, the Dragon Ball has a spirit and locks Xi'er's soul, thanks to you for sending it in." ”

Wei Zhao suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"You have arranged so many formations on Xi'er, what is the role besides defense?" Wei Zhao asked.

"If Xi'er has a good encounter and her soul leaves her body, her soul will come to me under the protection of the formation, and my dragon catching seal can always keep her soul alive." Gongliangzhi didn't hide it from him, "But the Xuanbing Abyss Great Array can block the divine soul, so Xi'er couldn't come over, but instead entered the Dragon Ball, it's really lucky." ”

No, it's not.

Gong Liangxi was able to survive not because the dragon balls had spirits, but because she, the machine spirit, had relied on the dragon balls from the beginning, and even if the body and soul were separated, they could recuperate in it. It's just that Gongliangzhi doesn't know what Bai Zhengyun did, nor what Gongliangxi is, so he can only be regarded as lucky.

If Gong Liangxi is really the dragon descendant that Gong Liang thought she was, the dragon capture seal could indeed store her divine soul, but Gong Liangxi was not. One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, can two machine spirits be stored in one magic weapon? If it weren't for the enchantment blocking it, and the dragon ball could be used as a carrier, waiting for Gong Liangxi's soul to enter Gong Liangzhi's body, let alone warming the soul, it would be a problem to even keep the souls of the two of them alive.

Wei Zhao was scared for a while, and then he thought about it and suddenly understood.

Why did three hundred years later, Gong Liangxi, the heroine in the text of "Dragon Hunting", only build a foundation and cultivate? Is it possible for ordinary people who do not have a knot and no bloodline awakening to live for three hundred years?

When Wei Zhao left Xuan Bingyuan, he was very good and had strange news about his daughter. At first, he thought it was a lie, but later he suspected that his current daughter was not the heroine in the future. It was only later that I heard that Gong Liangxi was having the same name as the heroine, and there were countless gods who diverted their attention, so I intentionally or unintentionally forgot about this problem.

Gongliangzhi regards Gongliangxi as their daughter, so it is impossible to give birth to another girl with anyone in the future and give her the name "Xi" - Xi Congri, taking the meaning of the word "Zhao". So what happened to the heroine Gong Liangxi, who was healthy and able to cultivate normally three hundred years later? What is the heroine's fair and rigid father, who is indifferent to her?

Wei Zhao imagined that he didn't get out of the original version, if the situation didn't change, and pushed it down, there would be only one result: Gong Liangxi, who was forcibly refined, couldn't last more than ten years, and the gap between the machine spirit, the dragon ball and the physical body was getting bigger and bigger, and if she was treated as an ordinary girl, she would be seriously ill until she died. The formation that Gongliang Zhi left on her could forcibly leave her, and then ......

If there was only one person between Gong Liangxi and Gong Liangzhi who could stay and let Gong Liangzhi choose, who would he choose?

The missing pieces of the puzzle were filled, and the stories of the supporting characters in the corners were not written, but this world is not a script, and there is no blank space outside the stage. Outside the eyes of the audience and the author, as if some kind of will in the dark patches between this world and the story that is about to begin, Gongliang sacrifices himself in exchange for his daughter to become the most suitable heroine in the future.

Before the story of "Dragon Hunting Seal" began, when two machine spirits surnamed Gongliang and one small man got together in the Dragon Hunting Seal, when Gongliang found out that they were all machine spirits, how would he feel? What did he end up doing? Nobody knows. Wei Zhao could only push forward from the results and guess what happened in the middle.

Gongliangzhi consumed the origin to make up for Gongliangxi, so that she was as healthy as Gongliangzhi in the past, no different from ordinary people. And the price paid is that Gongliang has almost completely whitewashed into a machine spirit, and since then there has been no joy or sorrow, the past has been forgotten, the Dao heart has been reshaped, and the Yuan Infant has been cultivated on the ruthless Dao.

"What's wrong?" Gongliangzhi looked at Wei Zhao, who suddenly grabbed his hand, and asked.

"I'm ......," Wei Zhao shook his head and said, "We are really brothers made in heaven." ”

None of them were human when they met, and if they were to follow the ending in the original book of "Dragon Hunting", when they met again three hundred years later, Gongliangzhi and Wei Zhao would be dead in the strict sense. The Void Instrument Spirit Gongliang Elder who washed away the previous dust, and the Demon Dragon Wei Zhao, who was completely occupied by the evil thoughts under the Xuanbing Abyss, how much of the remaining part of their body belonged to them?

Wei Zhao's face became strange, and he felt that thinking about it like this, they didn't seem to have much to do with the two in the original book. The grievances and hatred of the two of them don't seem to have much real feeling.

But the group of people who dared to move Gong Liangxi still had to die, which was really his hatred. Thinking of this, Wei Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he hadn't hit any ** smoke, and the guide suddenly became a Buddha with a great understanding.

"Don't get distracted." Gong Liangzhi said, "Where do you think this is?" ”

"The Land of the Afterlife?" Wei Zhao said.

Gongliangzhi rolled his eyes at his nonsense.

"It doesn't hurt at all, I'm probably not in my body." Wei Zhao said, "Half-dead, out of body? ”

The Dragon Ball is a thing that lies somewhere between a physical entity and a soul, and even a soul can touch it.

"I think so too." Gongliangzhi nodded and said, "There is nothing left outside the body, I can't touch anything, the ghost hits the wall, if it weren't for the Dragon Ball to guide the way, I would still be circling in your messy story." ”

"What do you mean by messy?" Wei Zhao retorted, "This is my countless futures! If the fortune teller could see this, he would have to kneel down with gratitude. ”

Gongliang was stunned for a moment and said, "Wait, what are you talking about?" ”

"Do fortune tellers have to kneel?" Wei Zhao repeated, "Oh, except for Zhan Yi. ”

"No, the previous one!"

"My myriad futures?"

"The myriad futures of 'your'?" "But so many stories don't just revolve around you. ”

"Who's going to have no one else in the future?" Wei Zhao asked rhetorically.

"No, a lot of the future doesn't involve you." Gongliangzhi frowned, as if considering what to say, "Most of the stories happen three hundred years later, but there are many differences, and it is all kinds of people who cause great differences in the world, and you and I, in most cases, are just passers-by who are affected. ”

The book "Dragon Seal" was just a book in Wei Zhao's mind at first that he could read the contents, and he could also see the author's gossip, but it became an illusion in the later stage. And Gongliang only saw the various versions of the illusion after the mutation, and did not have their real sense in a book.

"Because one of us is a supporting role, and the other is a villain who sees the head and the tail of the dragon." Wei Zhao replied, "If you want to add countless versions, you won't bet all the focus on us......"

Wei Zhao stopped suddenly.

He searched for the book of life in his mind, and the "Dragon Hunting Seal" was lying quietly in his divine sense, which was just the beginning of the original version that Wei Zhao had encountered. The Six Paths of Reincarnation can be regarded as a labyrinth that fell from the sky, the labyrinth is layered on top of each other, and many people will go around and sink in it forever, and people like Wei Zhao can naturally only remember the parts they passed through in the labyrinth, and they don't know what those places that were hurriedly left behind look like.

Wei Zhao only vaguely remembered his countless deaths, empathized, and angry. But at that time, I was too busy struggling to get out, and I didn't study them one by one. Looking back, it seems that there are many versions of the story in which some people are not quite right.

"Liangzhi, is it true that in each illusion, the people who are lucky are different?" Wei Zhao asked.

"It's not just luck." Gong Liangzhi said, "Many people, like you before, know where to look for opportunities. ”

Wei Zhao felt a buzz in his head, and felt that a terrible thought slipped through it, and he ran too fast to catch it, and when he looked back, he was gone. He turned his head to look at the place where Gong Liangzhi had just entered, the hole was long gone, and a dense mist had recovered around him, and the mist seemed to be condensing into an illusion when it wriggled.

"Can you find where you just came?" Wei Zhao said.

"The dragon ball can break the wall, but it's hard to tell the direction outside, and I can only come here thanks to the dragon ball pointing to you." Gongliangzhi replied, "I'm not sure if the location has changed now. ”

"Let's go." Wei Zhao cut the railway.

He was anxious in his heart, and he vaguely felt that the question that had plagued him for a long time could find an answer, and this thought was more urgent than revenge.

Gongliangzhi held the dragon ball, Wei Zhao led Gongliangzhi and walked towards the fog together. It felt strange, like stepping through an invisible door in the air. Wei Zhao could feel the demarcation, the space was like a layer of viscous asphalt, and it took a lot of effort to slowly cross it.

The illusion that could transform into a new scene at any time was left behind, and after leaving there, the world became chaotic again. The environment here is very similar to the Xuanbing Abyss, but Wei Zhao, who has been in the Xuanbing Abyss for ten years, can feel the difference. There was no miasma, the air was stagnant, the surroundings were neither black nor white, I couldn't tell what color it was, and my eyes looked like I was blind. It was as if they were wrapped in thick cotton, and their ears were deaf.

It's even more fatal than being under the Xuanbing Abyss, and a person who stays for a moment will doubt whether he is dead or alive.

Gongliangzhi stopped and squeezed Wei Zhao's palm. Wei Zhao turned his head to him, and sure enough, he couldn't see anything. "Liangzhi?" He said he didn't hear his own voice.

Gong Liangzhi wrote in the palm of his hand: "I walked three hundred and forty-seven steps to the east to meet you, and now I have walked seven hundred steps to the west and still do not see the exit." ”

Wei Zhao nodded, remembering that the other party couldn't see it, and wrote back: "Go on." ”

There is no other way but to continue.

The two of them continued to move forward, walking thousands of steps before the heavy air weighing down on their bodies lightened. Gongliangzhi and Wei Zhao quickened their steps, and after dozens of steps, their eyes could see a hazy light.

There was a "pop", like the sound of something leaving the water.

They saw a piece of heaven and earth.

No matter where they are, the sky should be the same size, but when they see this sky, they invariably feel that this sky is extraordinarily huge. Perhaps it is because the ground has been razed, the mountains and rivers have returned to flattening, and the red land is thousands of miles as far as the eye can see. It may also be because there are countless monks in the distance, like countless insects, flying like mosquitoes and flies in the sky, and ants running on the ground.

Too much.

Compared to the coalition forces of the Seventeen Sects, they are at most scout squads. Probably, only a mortal power can be compared with it. So many people in a country are sprinkled on the wilderness, up and down, densely packed, and among them is a black dragon.

When thousands of monks were as small as insects, the black dragon was like a tornado that pierced the heavens and the earth.

Wei Zhao had also turned into a dragon body just now, but compared to this one, that black dragon could be called a giant dragon, it was simply a small snake. The monk who flew around the black dragon with a flying sword was completely like a mosquito that was beyond his strength, and he pounced on it with all his might, and was swept down by the dragon's claws and tail. Countless attacks lit up a small area of the sky, which looked like a firework from a distance, leaving nothing but sound and light.

They were frightened by the sudden appearance of the battlefield, and remained motionless for a few breaths. After recovering from the power of heaven and earth, Wei Zhao and Gongliang flew to the center of this war at the same time.

They stopped about a mile away from the black dragon, not for fear of being attacked—they still couldn't touch the one in this illusion—but because they couldn't see the dragon's head and tail any closer, like no one could see the top of the mountain under the mountain. It is too huge, like a mountain, like a river and a sea, a dragon scale is like a pond, Rao is heart knows that it will not be attacked, and the two of them are still inevitably shocked, and the power of the dragon is so great.

Two hundred years and eleven years ago, the battle of the dragon slayer.

Standing at this distance, the shadow of the black dragon brushed overhead from time to time, and the flying sword and the monk flying on the magic weapon obscured the sky and the sun. Sword light, thunder light, fire light...... At the same time, countless attacks were thrown at the black dragon in the sky, and the target was too big to miss. The Monk's might could move mountains and seas with great might, but these powerful attacks that could break through mountains and rubble only left small scratches on the dragon's scales. They saw the monks in heaven weaving nets, and the monks of the earth forming in formation, and the crowd gathered together and scattered.

There was blood everywhere.

The black dragon is not a gentle target, and when the attacks of countless monks are almost useless, the black dragon will fall with every heavy blow.

It's so big, but it's incredibly fast. The four sharp claws each slapped at the monks beside them, and as long as they hit, cultivators whose bodies were countless times stronger than mortals would be slapped into flesh, and the body cultivators who tempered their bodies and the demon beasts controlled by the monks would also fall to the ground. Every inch of the black dragon's body is a weapon, and a slight rub can make people fly upside down, like being hit head-on by a siege pestle. Its eyes are thinner in defense, but the monks facing the black dragon's head are even more dead, even if they don't mention the sharp teeth, the black dragon's giant mouth can clear a piece of the world in front of it with a single suck, and the water jet that spits out is like a magma eruption, and the bones of the monks who are spewed out are shattered, and it is difficult to fight again.

This black dragon is not skilled in magic at all, but its extremely strong physique and natural abilities alone are enough to make many monks helpless.

The black dragon raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar, which was probably stronger than Cheng Dù, who could be restored by the illusion, and the two outsiders only felt a buzzing in their ears, and the earth shook in this loud noise. The small hill that had been cut off most of it collapsed again, and many monks lit up with the true qi of protecting their bodies, but those who were not strong enough and did not have time to activate the magic weapon still fell to the ground under the sound attack. A large number of monks crackled in the sky, and Wei Zhao saw that someone not far away was covering his ears in vain, and blood was already oozing from his ears and nose.

Gongliang Zhi suddenly sighed, Wei Zhao turned his head, and saw a monk standing straight in place on the other side, not dodging or dodging, with a calm face.

He was dressed in a beautiful white robe, holding a feather fan in his hand, and a cyan jade pendant hanging from his waist. This dress is a little nondescript, like a prince and a literati, with the beard of a county official in the play, but his hair is half draped, and there is a hairpin on the back of his head, like a prodigal maniac-in all in all, if it weren't for the various runes that can only be seen with his eyes wide open, he really doesn't look like a cultivator. This man's clothes are not messy, let alone scars, not even a single piece of dust.

The man who seemed to have run the wrong place suddenly turned his head and looked at Wei Zhao.

Wei Zhao subconsciously glanced back and didn't see anything. When he turned back, the man had a little smile on his face, and he was looking at Gongliang again. Gongliang was so motionless that the man laughed as if he had received an answer, and said, "Who are the two of you?" I haven't seen you before! ”

This person is talking with eyes to theirs, definitely speaking to them, not through them talking to someone in the background. This is the first time that someone has seen them in a fantasy, let alone talked to them.

"The one who strayed in." Wei Zhao said briefly.

"When did you stumble?" The man asked.

Wei Zhao reported the calendar, and the man asked, "What is the sect?" ”

Gongliang said: "I have betrayed the teacher, and I am not enough to worry about it." ”

Wei Zhao glanced at him and nodded.

The person who ran the wrong place looked at them, his eyes widened wider and wider, Wei Zhao secretly raised his guard, but unfortunately he couldn't even use his divine sense here, and he didn't know if it was effective to directly punch his fist in the face. The man glared at them for a few breaths, and then suddenly burst into laughter, and actually changed his demeanor, jumped three feet high, and pounced on him with joy.

Wei Zhao and Gongliang quickly dodged to the side, and the man staggered, sat on the ground, patted his thighs and laughed.

"Good, good! There are still others! Hahahaha, how did you two unlucky ghosts get in? Is it dead here? Ouch, that's a rarity! It doesn't make sense, no, it's not impossible. The man smiled, his mouth crackling and talking, "You guys are lucky, the two of you came hand in hand, and they met me, I hope we will get along happily in the future." Three people can play chess in the future, play cards or something, can pai gow be played? What about leaf play? Oh, you haven't seen this before, have you? Spectacular, right? I also think it's spectacular, and I've watched it hundreds of times before I get tired of it. I won't bother you yet, let's see, this location has the best line of sight, it's really discerning. ”

"This senior," Gongliangzhi hurriedly took advantage of the gap to ask, "dare to ask who you are?" ”

"A casual cultivation, no worries." The man waved his hand, "You can call me Lao Wang." ”

"Senior Wang." Gongliang Zhi said.

"What are you doing so politely, Lao Wang is Lao Wang!" Lao Wang said with a smile, "Although we come from all over the world, we never knew each other before we were born, we were born and died in different years, and our cultivation is not necessarily the same, but we are all fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other when we meet." ”

"Lao Wang." So Gongliang asked unceremoniously, "What was your year of birth and death?" ”

"Born four hundred and seventy years after the Great Demon got out, and died on the day of the month of the year the dragon was slain." Lao Wang said, "You just want to know this, right? ”

"Is your surname Zhan?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, didn't I say call me Lao Wang, Lao Wang is not surnamed Wang, and his surname is not Zhan? Then I'm not called King Zhan, King Zhan, King of Divination, this name is a little shameless. Lao Wang twisted his two beards, "But if I have sons and daughters, they have to have the surname Zhan, and my wife's surname is Zhan, and I am rich." ”

Wei Zhao and Gongliangzhi glanced at each other.

The battle of slaying the dragon was organized by the major sects, and among the scattered cultivators who died in this battle, the highest cultivation was Wang Tianmiao Wang Zhenjun. He loves to play the world, and he is the husband of the leader of the Scattered Cultivation League.

"What? You know me? Wang Tianmiao said expectantly, "Don't stop talking, you have pity on my poor predecessors, and I am here alone...... After a few years, there was no one who could speak, but I was suffocated. When I saw you, I thought I was finally crazy and made up two people for myself. But I just asked you which sect and which faction, I was thinking about Ling Xiao Pavilion in my head, if you are the result of my madness, you have to answer Ling Xiao Pavilion, or it just doesn't happen to be any sect of Ling Xiao Pavilion, and the result is not successful, haha! Someone's coming! ”

"Poor Dao once had a relationship with Zhan Zhenjun." Righteousness is the way.

Wang Tianmiao said: "Then you must know me, I was with the wind all over the world, known as the Shuangtian Supreme......"

…… Isn't that Pai Gow?

A buzz sounded not far away.

Wang Tianmiao closed his mouth, and Wei Zhao and the others looked at the place where they had been looking. In the moment they didn't pay attention, the battlefield was already a sea of corpses and blood. At this time, countless threads of gold rose from the bodies of the monks and from the corpses all over the ground.

Gongliang can see the scattered formations on the ground, many of which are not in place, but the circuit of substitutions is enough to make up for it. The golden threads twisted into a strand in mid-air, turning into golden ropes the thickness of the well, and wrapped around the black dragon. Even if it was such a thick rope, when it fell on the black dragon, it looked as small as silk, as if it could all be broken with a single force. That's probably what the black dragon thought, and it flicked its long tail...... I couldn't get rid of it.

Countless people are countless piles, living and dead, firmly fixing the black dragon in its place. The black dragon let out another deafening roar, and the roar was tinged with anger. Many people struggled to support themselves again, and some monks who could not hold on were turned into corpses, but not a single golden rope was broken.

In the middle of the sky, a long-bearded old man said in a deep voice, "Open ——! ”

His voice could not be compared to the black dragon at all, and he trembled slightly, as if making this sound was like moving mountains and covering the sea, and he had exhausted all his strength. Wei Zhao saw the mark of the head of the Qiantian Valley behind the old man's robe.

Gongsun Qian, the former head of Qiantian Valley, was a god at the beginning of his career, hurriedly went out of the customs and died in the battle of slaying the dragon.

His pair of vigorous and powerful hands slowly raised, and countless golden ropes were pressed down with a bang—the golden ropes landed quietly and silently, and it was the black dragon who made a loud noise.

The dragon entrenched in the sky, the fierce beast that knocked countless monks to the ground, finally fell.

The whole earth trembled for a long time. The dusty-faced monk struggled to his feet, quickly moving away from the black dragon. Wei Zhao saw that the monks of the Medicine King Sect rode the trap bird of the Thousand Machines Pavilion and landed beside the seriously injured and hanged them with medical medicine powder; The physique of the Hundred Refining Gate sprinted between the wounded and the corpses, placing the injured who could move on the back of the Spirit Crane in the Spirit Beast Villa; Many people who still had the strength to do so dragged and hugged the wounded who were unable to walk on the ground, whether they were from the same sect, casual cultivators, or even something else - Wei Zhao clearly saw the demon cultivators in it.

The monks on the ground fled as if they were moving, and the black dragon that was pressed to the ground by the golden rope was still struggling, as if sensing that a great calamity was coming. Above them, forty-nine monks formed an inner and outer double formation, the inner circle of eight Lingxiao Pavilion Sword Monarchs occupied the four directions and eight gates, and the outer circle were other monks who were proficient in swordsmanship. Wei Zhao's eyes froze, and he saw the famous Evil Sword Immortal of Kurong Dao, and not far from him, stood Lu Hanbo, who had an awe-inspiring sword aura.

Wei Zhao only learned today that Lu Zhenren really used a sword.

The sky, which had been clouded by the power of the black dragon, lit up in vain.

Forty-nine sword lights lit up at the same time, converging into a bright sun, and even if the eyes were closed, the light could penetrate through the eyelids. Forty-nine swords converged together, and under this indescribable sword aura, even the black dragon that had just raged was just a small reptile.

The sword light fell.

The whole space returned to blank space in the shock, just like the transition when Wei Zhao watched Gongliang to his memory. Wang Tianmiao's chattering voice sounded again, and he said: "It's gone, it's a pity, this guy died at this time, and I can't see the heroic posture of me leading the array mages to lay down the sealing array......"

Tens of thousands of people died on the battlefield of the Dragon Slaying Battle, which is not a large number among the monks, but the monks who have the ability to step on the battlefield are all above the golden pill.

At that time, the Xiuzhen Realm recovered from the battle of exterminating demons, and without the oppression of the great demons, the human race became the master of the world in a few hundred years. Kunhua is unprecedentedly prosperous, and some people joke that Yuanying is everywhere, Jindan is not as good as a dog, and then ...... Thousands of monks above the golden pill died overnight, and just hearing it was shocking.

This is not the end, after the battle of the dragon slayer, in order to prevent the resentful evil dragon from carrying the corpse of the monk who died with resentment, hundreds of array mages formed a sealing array of Xuanbing Abyss under the leadership of Wang Tianmiao, the "first person in the thousand-year formation", and died in the array.

"For more than 200 years, there has been no such pomp." Wei Zhao inserted Wang Tianmiao's babbling boast.

"It's only been 200 years." Wang Tianmiao said lightly, "At the beginning, the battle to exterminate the demons sacrificed almost all the elites of the human race, and when the demon clan ran out, everyone cursed the human race, and the result? Are we done? It's not that the blue is out of the blue, and the generation is better than the next. ”

"Many lineages have been broken, and there are only seventeen sects left in the Thirty Noble Paths, and many have been split into demon cultivators. The Avatar Monk is now nowhere to be seen, Jin Dan has become the mainstay, and Yuan Ying is the great elder of the sect. And three hundred years later, the same is true. Wei Zhao said, "Is it worth it?" ”

Wang Tianmiao narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully. He said, "Little friend, what do you think is worthwhile?" ”

After saying that, he paused, as if he had thought of something. Wang Tianmiao pursed his lips and said, "Two hundred years is neither long nor short, and it is not impossible for the rumors to be untrue. Your generation, why did you think we went to slay dragons in the first place? ”

"For the sake of peace on earth, to avoid the destruction of heaven and earth." Wei Zhao repeated dryly.

"You don't believe it." Wang Tianmiao said firmly.

"Shinto monks and great demons have been crisscrossing the Kunhua Realm for thousands of years, and they have not necessarily destroyed the heavens and the earth." Wei Zhao said coldly, "Even if the black dragon has a thousand-year-old Dao practice, it is just a big demon, can it destroy heaven and earth?" ”

"You think this is an excuse?" Wang Tianmiao said incredulously, "You should be, when we are full, you go to kill a dragon for the sake of fame, for the magic weapon on the last big demon?" ”

“……”

Ever since he fell into the Xuanbing Abyss, Wei Zhao had always thought so.

Lu Hanbo did everything in order to refine the lost dragon capture seal. The various monks who appear in "The Seal of the Dragon" are also for fame and profit, squeezing their heads for a little opportunity, hanging the name of a cultivator, and acting like mortal thieves and bandits. That's what the book hints at, especially for the parts of the dragon's body, which can turn against each other and kill each other. Therefore, Wei Zhao has always believed that such a person should be killed if he is not guilty.

The author just likes to write about the ugliness of human nature, but he is too lazy to write about the background of countless sects.

"Ridiculous!"

Wang Tianmiao jumped up from the ground suddenly, he was furious, pointed at Wei Zhao's nose and scolded: "The righteous path, demon cultivation, and scattered cultivation are all rich and paid, and some people are paid!" What kind of fame and fortune are enough for so many people? Jin Dan died so much that he couldn't remember his name, Yuan Ying died seventy percent, and the god power died four! Four! How many gods do you think there are in the Kunhua Realm that have not ascended?! Just for a broken dragon? In the end, the corpses are still under the big array! I personally set up the formation! If you can leave a piece of dragon scales and a wisp of dragon energy, that is, the ancestral tomb is smoking! Are you stupid when we are? ”

"Demon cultivator?" Gong Liangzhi said, inserting Wang Tianmiao's angry reprimand, "We have never heard that Demon Cultivator also participated in the battle of slaying dragons. ”

"Of course I did!" Wang Tianmiao said, "Demon cultivation is not a fool, the Kunhua Realm is finished without them." If it weren't for the Xin Zizi of the Kurong Dao who discovered that the evil dragon had eaten away at the origin of the world, and notified the righteous path, by the time we reflected, half of the Kunhua Realm had disappeared......"

Speaking of this, he looked at Wei Zhao and then at Gong Liangzhi, and his eyes widened: "You don't know? ”

"Daomen and demon cultivation are in full swing." Gongliang said euphemistically.

"I'm convinced." Wang Tianmiao looked at the sky, "In order to prevent Kurong Dao from having the reputation of a savior, I can wipe this fatal thing together, and I accept it." Wait, what about Red Dust Road? Even if it splits once, a big sect like Hongchen Dao that doesn't mind the views of the sect will never talk nonsense with its eyes open, right? ”

"The Red Dust Dao has split again, and now the largest part is called the Huanxi Sect, which is the Demon Cultivator." Gongliang Zhi said.

"What about the Heavenly Machine? What about Yunzhongan? Shingon Temple? Zhengqi Academy? Wang Tianmiao asked.

"It's gone." Gongliang Zhi said.

"The Four Great Immortal Gates are always there, right?" Wang Tianmiao raised his voice, "Elder Shuiyueguan, Mingyue Daogu, seniority is old and straight, she doesn't jump out?" ”

"Mingyue Immortal Gu was seriously injured in the battle of the dragon slayer, and since then, the Water Moon View has been half closed to the mountain gate, and it has been half a hidden sect."

"What about Ling Xiao Pavilion? Ning Zhao's pair of Daoist Sword Monarchs didn't die? ”

"In the fourth year of the Dragon Slaying War, he died with the Evil Sword Immortal, so Ling Xiao Pavilion added a new disciple to train 'Eliminate Evil'."

"The bald donkey of Leiyin Temple has a grudge against Kurong Dao, I don't expect this," Wang Tianmiao shook his head vigorously, "What about Qiantian Valley?" Even if Old Man Sun is gone, the next one is Lu Hanbo, right? I've met her and she's a good boy......"

"She hid a wisp of the essence of the evil dragon, spent two hundred years raising a dragon vein, and accepted apprentices to wait for the golden pill." Wei Zhao said, "She refined another apprentice into a dragon hunting seal, and waited for a bumper harvest together, but she was accidentally killed by her apprentices." ”

Wang Tianmiao looked at them blankly, with a look of sympathy on his face.

Wei Zhao didn't know what to say, and Gongliang couldn't say a word of comfort, in this situation, any comfort was too light.

"It shouldn't be like this." Wang Tianmiao sighed and said with a wry smile, "That evil dragon has cultivated into a demon king without saying a word, which is equivalent to the Daomen Transformation God, because he was born with a different species, and he is still the peak of the Transformation God." After the battle of exterminating demons, the Kunhua realm was closed to the big demon, and the evil dragon wanted to fly, so he took a risk and wanted to devour the Kunhua realm, so he became enlightened. If it succeeds in this vote, all the ants in the Kunhua Realm, from the god cultivators to the earth, will die, and none of them will survive. ”

Wei Zhao believed it.

Isn't this what Wei Zhao once planned? He couldn't cultivate the Dao, and he was full of resentment, and once wanted to kill to become the Dao, and exchange the entire Kunhua Realm for a ray of life. He felt that he could do it, probably more or less because of the call of the bloodline.

Even among the real dragons, the black dragon can be called a different species.

"You're a young man, it's fun." Wang Tianmiao smiled, "I heard that future generations are not angry, and they are all nonsense, and I feel sad; Have you found that your predecessors were not as vile, shameless, greedy, and stupid as you thought they were, and you were also traumatized? ”

Wei Zhao was indeed a little embarrassed by his villain's heart, but it wasn't this that really made him look different.

He just knew that Gong Liangxi was a machine spirit on the front foot, and he could make up for the contradiction between the text and the current reality, and he was more convinced of the book of "Dragon Hunting Seal", and the back foot heard the parties in the dragon slaying battle say the important content that was not written in the book at all, which was completely different from what the original book implied.

"I have been given the order," Wei Zhao said, "to write down all the major events related to a certain person in the past five hundred years, and most of them have been verified and correct." ”

"Yo ho, that's a big deal." Wang Tianmiao raised his eyebrows and said.

"But those lives didn't mention the destruction of the evil dragon at all." Wei Zhao said.

"As the son-in-law of the Zhan family, I am sure that I will definitely sue you that the person who does this, if he doesn't wait for him to take out the order, he will die a long time ago!" Wang Tianmiao rolled his eyes, "It's really not wrong?" Is it really all written? Even if that person is so strong that he is about to soar, he is not afraid of this, the approval is centered on a certain character, and the things that are not important to this person are not mentioned, maybe the approval of the year of the Dragon Slaying War is that this person's great-great-great-grandfather met his great-great-grandmother. ”

Is "The Seal of the Dragon" really error-free?

That's a book, not an operator, and it doesn't pay attention to seeing through or not saying it, leaving a line in the words. But Wang Tianmiao's point was raised, and Wei Zhao woke up like a dream.

That book was just a novel, a fictional story centered around Xiao Yifei. The writer is not able to calculate the power of the upper and lower 500 years, but is just a mortal, and it is impossible to weave it seamlessly. However, all living beings here are alive, the Kunhua Realm is a world, and if there is a mistake in the law, it will collapse, and the law of the world, or the way of heaven, will definitely repair every mistake and omission.

Why are there so many relics from more than 200 years ago for the protagonist to explore, and so many lost Taoist traditions for the protagonist to pick up? Because of the battle of the dragon slayer. Why did the cultivation realm go all out to hunt down the evil dragon, so that the talent withered? Greed is untenable, it must be between life and death, and if you don't fight, you will die. The Heavenly Dao created a major event that the evil dragon could devour heaven and earth, but the original text did not mention it, why? That will make those who know either disappear into the dust of history, or, like Lu Hanbo, be obsessed with ghosts, thirst for power, and become silent greedy people or frightened cowards.

Did "Dragon Hunting" write all the things in the Kunhua world?

The author named Jue Butaijian finished writing the ending, but the countless foreshadowings didn't mention it at all, Xiao Yifei killed Wei Zhao, who was at the peak of Yuanying, and the next chapter was gone, only saying that the protagonist was at ease when he cultivated into a god. The author of Jue Bu Taijian has something to say in the end: Cutting the outline is not a pit...... Cut the outline! …… Can the end of the author's matter be considered a pit?

But the world in the book that was abandoned by the author, the Kunhua realm where Wei Zhao is located, which is full of holes to be filled, still has to grow.

The terrible thought of running away before, the answer to that ultimate question, swam back at this moment.

Wei Zhao kept thinking, why me? Whether it is in the revenge of the killing, or when you are in peace with Gongliang to Gongliangxi, this hidden worry always flashes like a ghost. Why did a god-sent pie like "Dragon Hunting" and a free dinner fall on my head? Is it a trap? At what cost, did I unconsciously do something good?

Neither.

shows countless possible "Dragon Hunting Seal", in which Gongliangzhi sees different protagonists. Heaven and earth are furnaces, yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper, and heaven treats all living beings equally, Wei Zhao is not the one who is particularly lucky or unlucky, the so-called chosen person.

Many have participated, many have been chosen, with a whispering joy, to do all sorts of things based on the prescient superiority of this prophetic prescience. Heaven could not give direct instructions, so He only fueled the flames and induced these chosen ones to act for the heavens.

But why do we need so many people? What about the other celestial beings before Wei Zhao?

Wei Zhao felt a chill from his head to his feet.

They probably didn't fulfill what the Heavenly Dao wanted.

This time, it was Wei Zhao's turn to get the destiny of heaven.