When Xiao Tong heard Xie Zhenghong say that he was going to the mortal world, he almost thought that he had heard it wrong.

"Zen Master, what did you just say...... Say you're going to the mortal world? The boy couldn't help but raise his voice and asked.

"Exactly." Xie Zhenghong nodded slightly, "I don't know if it can be passed?" ”

"Go...... You can go. The child's morality did not allow him to lie, but his tone was a little hesitant, afraid that he had heard or understood it wrong. After all, the thing of the Dojo Immortal Domain, generally speaking, is rarely changed after it is determined, and it is very troublesome to change. Most people are in a fairy realm and a dojo for tens of thousands of years without moving. With Xie Zhenghong's talent, even if he wanted to go to the twenty heavens to open a dojo, the immortal emperors would agree, why couldn't they think of going to the world? Everyone wants to be otherworldly and rank in the immortal class, why does Xie Zhenghong want to go to the red world?

"Then there is a boy of labor." Xie Zhenghong said with satisfaction.

"Zen Master, do you really stop thinking about it? You are not a cultivator, and you don't need to absorb the power of mortal wishes. There are often all kinds of wars and turmoil in the mortal world, and there are many resentments, which are extremely detrimental to cultivation. Xiao Tong obviously wanted to persuade Xie Zhenghong again. But Xie Zhenghong waved his hand and rejected Xiaotong's kindness.

"The poor monk has made up his mind." Xie Zhenghong affirmed.

Seeing that Xie Zhenghong really didn't have the slightest posture of retreating, Xiao Tong had to open a passage to the world for Xie Zhenghong, "Zen Master, just say where you want to go, if you use your divine sense to pull the location, it will be more accurate." ”

"Thank you." Xie Zhenghong sighed lightly.

A simple gate soon appeared in the tower, Xie Zhenghong walked in, and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Okay, you have to talk!" A few monsters looked at the embroidered knife for a long time, and finally nodded when the Heavenly Punishment Forest was completely engulfed.

During the time that these monsters were considering, the black qi seemed to be open, and the speed of devouring suddenly increased a lot, not that there were no monsters trying to cast spells to stop it, but no matter whether they played spells or threw magic weapons, they were like mud cows entering the sea, which could only make the black qi more majestic. This situation undoubtedly exacerbated their psychological pressure, and finally nodded under the meaningful gaze of a little embroidery knife.

Shen Potian's face was much more ugly, it was difficult to deal with a little embroidery knife, and he no longer had any advantage over these people. If you resist, I'm afraid there is no hope. Shen Potian couldn't help but bring out a somewhat bitter smile on his face, it seemed that this time he really didn't have the face to see Xie Zhenghong, no matter how he looked at it, the possibility that he could take Wen Chunxiang away from these people was close to zero.

"Of course." A little embroidery knife was quite satisfied with this result, and looked at Shen Potian with a smile, "What does the Heavenly Emperor think?" ”

"The internal affairs of the demon world, this gentleman does not interfere." Shen Potian smirked, "Here, I won't congratulate Your Excellency on getting such a good helper." ”

"Where." A little embroidered knife pretended to reply, "The Heavenly Emperor and the future demon lord have a great friendship, and there may be a lot of days to deal with in the future, so it's good to talk to you here in advance." ”

"Are you so sure that Wen Chunxiang will become the Demon Lord?" Shen Potian couldn't help but think of the scene when he was pierced through the chest by a sword when he saw a little embroidered knife, although he died many times, but being killed without the power to fight back still made him feel bad.

"Yes, definitely." A little embroidered knife laughed, "The Emperor of Heaven has an extraordinary background, and he has such a teacher, so he knows something if he wants to." These seven emotions and six desires are also difficult to break, and it is easy to break if it is easy to break. Xie Zhenghong is the son of the Buddha, and Wen Chunxiang, as his Taoist companion, is the best candidate for the Demon Lord. The demon lord has a little preference for our side, and I won't object to it, but the Buddhist side ...... Gee. ”

"What did you do in that red bead?" Shen Potian's eyes were like knives.

"Just a little." A little embroidery knife frankly admitted, "If the demon lord is a ruthless and desireless person, it is not a good thing for us. It's just that before worrying about Wen Chunxiang's seven emotions and six desires, it is better to worry about whether he can come out without becoming a madman. A little embroidered knife pointed out, "There is a lot of demonic energy there, and it is not easy to resist by yourself. ”

Shen Potian fell silent.

Wen Chunxiang sat on the chair.

He just shook his finger slightly, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed greatly, the original terrifying scene instantly turned into a vast and lush grassland, lakes and valleys, blue sky and white clouds, like a fairyland on earth, no one could have imagined that this place was still a hell a moment ago.

What's even more surprising is Wen Chunxiang's current cultivation.

Da Luo Jin Xian, who was originally full of immortal energy, is now surrounded by demonic energy all over his body, and the aura and gentleness that belong to spiritual cultivation are nowhere to be seen. The momentum is like a rainbow, the power of the sky is unpredictable, ordinary immortals and mortals will be lost in this boundless and endless darkness with a simple glance, without the slightest power to fight back.

Obviously, Wen Chunxiang already has the cultivation of the Demon Emperor at this moment.

From the ascension to the present, in just a thousand years, he has changed from a simple spiritual cultivation to the current Demon Emperor, and this terrifying speed is even faster than the cultivation of the ancient demon gods. This is the destiny of heaven, when the fate of the demon lord lands on Wen Chunxiang, the scattered luck on his body turns from a small stream into an endless sea. A little embroidery knife has calculated the results of tens of thousands of years, which is vividly reflected in Wen Chunxiang.

And at this moment, apart from the irrepressible excitement and ecstasy in Wen Chunxiang's heart, he could hardly find any other feelings.

Now that he is the little demon cultivator, how can he compare to the little demon cultivator back then?

Is it comparable to a spiritual practice?

How about the Spiritual Heavenly Palace, what about the Spirit Emperor Jin Boluo, even if he stands in front of him now, he will be defeated by his subordinates. He is the master of this demon world, the beloved of luck, the embodiment of this demonic resentment and blood, if he wants, he can call the wind and rain and do anything!

Do those stinky monks of Buddhism dare to say one more word in front of him like this? Do you dare to ignore his existence? Do those so-called immortal Buddha cultivators dare to decide his fate so simply?

No, you can't!

Wen Chunxiang felt that his whole body was very comfortable at this moment. Compared to this feeling, the previous years seemed like living in vain. He can control not only his own destiny, but also the destiny of others at will. In this heaven and earth, nothing can stop him, he wants to do whatever he wants, he wants this sea to turn into a mulberry field, and he wants to open up or destroy the miè world, it is just a thought and an action of him.

Life is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

Wen Chunxiang leaned back in this chair, with a pleasant smile on his face that he didn't even know.

By the way, what is he going to do first when he gets out of here? Why don't you slaughter the guys who didn't like it before? No, no, first go to the fairy world to make a big fuss, let those hypocritical immortals know that they know how powerful he is, and then go to the demon world and "eat" those demon cultivators as supplements, so that no one will oppose him.

When Wen Chunxiang thought like this, the demonic qi around him seemed to know his thoughts, and they happily circled around him.

Also, he's been here long enough that he should go out and have a look.

It's also time to let others know about his Wen Chunxiang's cunning!

Wen Chunxiang's hand rested on the armrest of the chair, ready to get up and leave here. Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the string of bone beads on his right hand.

Wen Chunxiang's movements suddenly froze there.

"Hiss~!"

He clutched his head in pain.

Was it the hands and feet of those immortals that were doing to him, or was there something wrong with the demonic energy he absorbed?

No, it's not!

Wen Chunxiang put aside those feelings that he didn't have, none of these were right.

He forgot something.

He shouldn't dominate the demon world, nor should he give those hypocrites in the fairy world a dismount, what he Wen Chunxiang should do should definitely not be these, but there is a more important and urgent thing waiting for him to do.

Wen Chunxiang looked at his bracelet blankly, and his heart moved, and he had already entered this bracelet.

Inside the bracelet is a familiar courtyard. Everything was arranged to his liking, and he didn't even have to look to know where the contents were. It used to be smaller, but it's getting bigger.

Is that the room he set up in this bracelet? But why didn't he have any impressions?

Wen Chunxiang tried to find and contact someone in this string of beads, but there were no clues after searching.

"Senpai."

"Senpai!"

There seemed to be someone's voice ringing in my ears, and a murmur lingered in my mind, lingering, and a vague figure flashed in my mind, but I couldn't see it clearly.

Wen Chunxiang pushed open the door of the courtyard, strode in, and went straight to his study.

Pushing open the door of the study, Wen Chunxiang was stunned by the scene in the study.

The walls of the study are covered with paintings.

There are all kinds of paintings, but there is always only one person in the painting.

Meditation or lying on your side or smiling or closing your eyes are lifelike, as if the person in the painting appeared right in front of you. Wen Chunxiang's fingers brushed over these paintings, and he seemed to be able to feel how gentle the brush was when painting this person, and how much affection was involved?

This is what he painted, no doubt about it!

Wen Chunxiang hooked the corners of his mouth, his vision is good, the person in the painting is obviously very in line with his aesthetics. But why did I paint him on the painting, could it be that I couldn't ask for it?

"Interesting, interesting." Wen Chunxiang muttered, "No matter who it is, with the current cultivation of this seat, can't you snatch him back?" ”

Wen Chunxiang smiled presumptuously, thinking that when he snatched this person back, he couldn't help but feel a little better. That's right, if he achieves hegemony, if there is no one around him to share with him, it will inevitably be a little boring.

Wen Chunxiang took two steps forward, thinking that in the drawer next to the desk, there might be more and more interesting paintings.

He stepped forward with great anticipation, the drawer opened automatically, and those paintings flew out like snowflakes, arranging them in front of Wen Chunxiang's eyes one by one.

Wen Chunxiang's smiling face suddenly stiffened.

There is no longer one, but two.

In addition to the person in the painting, there is also his cunzài.

But that's not the point, the point is that the behavior of the two people above him caught him off guard.

This...... This is clearly spring, palace, and picture!

How could he draw such a thing and keep it in a drawer so preciously? Looking at the emotions and attitudes of the people in the painting, it is clear that you are willing to do so, and the previous idea of "asking but not getting" was completely abandoned by Wen Chunxiang!

What's more, looking at the painting, he seems to be still the one below?

Wen Chunxiang casually took a painting in his hand and looked at it carefully. In the painting, he is lying below, looking at the man above. The person in the painting is calm, but his eyes are full of focused and charming feelings, and it seems that he is also deeply in love. Compared with Wen Chunxiang's □□, this person is half-clothed, and the clothes on the lower half of his body are very intact, with one hand around his waist, and the other hand on his lips, as if he is saying something.

Wen Chunxiang looked at such a painting, and suddenly felt that his face was red and his ears were red.

Strange, why is his face so hot?

Wen Chunxiang touched his face with one hand, and always felt a little weird. Could it be that there is some kind of spell on this painting?

No, he should know that if he casts a spell.

Wen Chunxiang thought about it and turned the painting over.

A little embroidered knife and Shen Potian were talking, when they suddenly heard several monsters on their faces shouting loudly.

"Out of ...... It's out! ”

I saw that those black gases suddenly boiled, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a human form.