After confirming that the black bull had completely left, Long Bao smashed his mouth and asked Long Lin: "Brother Lin, you said, we are going to fight with this old black bull, who will win?" Although he didn't know the bottom in his heart, he was still a little eager to try.

"I can't beat it. Long Lin thought about it seriously for a moment, smiled and said, his eyes still staring at the sky where Black Mama had left.

"Isn't the eldest sister's Tianchen Suo able to lock the Mahayana True Immortal?"

"But we don't need it right now. Long Lin said, "It's a relic of the divine realm." Speaking of the Divine Realm, a confused look appeared on his face again. He was thinking that Miao Tongxiu should have been young when she escaped from the Divine Realm, and she didn't know much about the past of the Divine Realm, otherwise she wouldn't let Mama Hei use such a little inference to win him over.

But she must know something, otherwise she just let Mama Hei solve herself. What is there about him that makes both the Great Ci Pavilion and the Nebula Hall so interested?

As he was groaning, the clouds and mist in the valley behind him suddenly began to rise and fall, and the original pale gray smoke was separated in an incredible way, layered in the turbidity and shade, and gradually transformed into a huge black and white kaleidoscope appearance, which changed in an instant, and after dozens of breaths, it decomposed into a large disc with white lines on a black background and a ghost face, which suddenly opened, and dozens of monks flew out of the crack.

Obviously, when the black mama extracted the water essence just now, it caused the heaven and earth to be out of phase, which alarmed them. Longlin Longbao is no stranger to the style of this large array, the Wind Locking Array in the Netherworld Badlands, and the sealing formation of Hexi Fire are all very similar. In comparison, this formation is like a simplified version, but it is also quite clever, just before the black mama extracts the water essence from a radius of thousands of miles, it does not show its true face.

At least not immediately.

The leading monk seemed to be a Jindan Dzogchen, holding a dark green magic weapon in his hand, similar to a large jade bi. Long Lin was attracted by this magic weapon with an extremely abnormal aura, although he didn't feel that it had a machine spirit, but it diffused grandiose, narrow-minded, cruel, compassionate, majestic, gloomy, arrogant, and submissive... That complex, contradictory, and peculiar aura immediately grabbed all of his and Long Bao's attention. It was not at all like something that this continent with a low level of cultivation could have, nor was it like something that a Jindan monk could control.

The monk put it on the erect wrist, and the "jade bi" slowly rotated and changed its form; it was actually two parts, the upper and lower, which could be divided or combined, but connected to each other, and the structure was very similar to the Chiyou ring in the mortal world, a kind of love token between men and women. Long Lin noticed that there were four "Western Xia scripts" on its edges, and with the help of Mock Wind, he had basically mastered this Demon God Clan script: Mo was loved.

Don't be drawn to love. There were actually four words on a magic weapon, which really made him feel weird. Why the mortal world uses the name of the murderous soldier and demon god Chiyou to call a token of affection, no one seems to have asked.

The "Chiyou Ring" opened and closed to the extreme, and Long Lin felt a layer of extremely thin and weak ripples suddenly rise in the sea of consciousness... In fact, it was an extremely swift and delicate and irresistible division of his spirit by the sudden influx of external forces, and it could even be said to be a kind of sorting and classification, extremely delicate and extremely sharp, but there was no hostile intent;

Before he could appease Long Bao, he felt that the Shaking Light Knife behind his back suddenly had a rare violent anger, burning hot in the invisible scabbard refined by Jianmu, as if he was about to get out of the sheath. He persuaded Long Bao, who was pale and had a strange light in his eyes, to avoid the small world, and he planned to see what this chiyou ring-like magic weapon was used for, was it just used to disturb the divine sense?

Long Bao was reluctant, took out the "photo frame" he bought in Dajicheng, took the image of the Chi You ring and said, "Show the old ancestor what the hell this is", and then he didn't enter the small world.

It was only a moment later that the magic weapon changed, flipping and closing faster and faster and messy, facing the hill where Long Lin was standing invisibly.

Long Lin felt that it almost had some kind of thinking and emotion, although it was vague. The grass under his feet was green and yellow, yellow and green, and withered and glorious in some silent and colorless force, and the howling mountain wind would also spread timidly when it reached here, like a transparent hairspring thrown into the sky... Like a nightmarish trance, melancholy, weird.

Monk Jin Dan looked very confused, and discussed with the monks around him for a while, and then put away the Chiyou ring in a little panic and retreated into the big array. After a cloud of black and white confusion swirled, everything returned to its original appearance.

Long Lin entered the small world and saw Mock Wind sitting on the shore of Shenwang Lake looking at the shadow frame and muttering, and Long Bao looked at him with a blank eye on him. When he saw Long Lin, he got up and knelt on one knee and said, "General." ”

"Please. His solemn etiquette made Long Lin feel uncomfortable every time.

Mocking Wind returned the photo frame to Long Bao and said, "This is the demon artifact 'Don't be taken by love'." However, the machine spirit is dead, so it is not a harm. It's just that I don't know why I ended up in the Fengqi Continent. ”

"Demon artifact!" Long Bao was shocked, "What is this for?

"This is not a killing weapon, but it is often seen on the battlefield, it is used to calm the mind of the demon god, and at the same time it can disturb the divine consciousness of the warriors of the god race. ”

"Why am I so disgusted by it, but Brother Lin is fine?"

Mocking Wind looked at Long Lin with complicated eyes and replied, "General Gain has practiced the Demon God Clan's Heavenly Punishment Technique. ”

Mocking wind also explained, the nature of the demon god clan is raging and raging, amorous and wanton, once frustrated on the battlefield, there are many self-mutilation and suicide, so it is necessary to calm the mind with a magic weapon like "don't be affected by love", but this demon artifact is harmful to the divine consciousness of the demon race, the human race and even the dragon race;

For this statement, Long Bao deeply agrees. He has seen the two ancient demon gods of the Badlands, Alan and Du Yaoji, the former is immersed in music that makes people "want to die when they listen to it" all day long, and the latter is a crazy mother-in-law who almost broke his dragon tendons and wanted his dragon life, and he never wanted to see them again in his eighteen lifetimes.

Hu Wangcai's handsome face also changed color a little, thinking of his "fiancée" of the Qinse Demon Sect, the Liuhua Saihan girl who sang lyrically when she didn't agree with her.

Mocking Wind also heard Long Bao talk about these two ancient demon gods who committed the "crime of love" and were put in the yoke of the demon god, but he didn't know the reason, and he was extremely contemptuous and disgusted. In his opinion, the soldiers of the Kingdom of God are fighting bloodily with the Demon God Clan in front, and there are still "scum" in the God Realm who are entangled with the Demon God, "It is completely a shame for the God Clan." He once said.

After hearing about this demon artifact, Cui Rutie, the demon refining maniac, kept rubbing his hands excitedly, and a pair of cross-eyed eyes fought even more-for-tat;

Long Lin glanced at Purple Breath, shook his head and said, "You guys can't do it yet." He hesitated for a moment in his heart, not knowing how the demon Zi Xi would react to "Mo being loved", but this thought was quickly dispelled by him. Long Bao knew what he was hesitating about, although this Xiuzhen sect was a little sneaky and full of evil spirits, but he followed them all the way and only saw them collect corpse qi and return, I didn't see them have any harmful behavior, if you want to beat them to a pulp and take that Mo Miqing over, Long Lin will not do it.

Since Mao Chrysanthemum has not yet returned, Long Lin plans to stay here for a while, so that everyone can cultivate in the small world. He himself carried the Black Killing Mullene and transformed into an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, wandering around the neighborhood to take a look.

A few days later, the invisible array suddenly revealed its true form, violently fluctuating, like a huge, prostrate demon struggling and rolling in pain.

Long Lin flew up to a high place to look down, only to see that the large array gradually calmed down, but in a certain inconspicuous deviation, it was suddenly cut open by the sword qi, and a small silver jujube kernel-like mouth was split, and a young monk with a pale face staggered out, his face and body were coated with a layer of silver by that layer of bright light, and he couldn't see the appearance clearly.

The rift disappeared in an instant. The young monk's face was stained with blood, and he looked back with a dull expression, as if he had made a trick to clean his clothes, and a mist of water sprayed from his mouth and nose to wash away the blood stains on his head and face, and he wiped his face indiscriminately, stepped on a flying sword, and flew into the depths of the mountains.

Long Lin couldn't help but be curious about tailgating. Getting a little closer to this person, I felt that the rather heavy black slaughter in my hand became light, and there was a kind of surprise warmth transmitted to the palm of my hand, as if I had met the kindness of the old man.

The monk seemed to have suffered an internal injury, and his breath was extremely unstable, and it didn't take long for him to stagger to a secluded valley, sit on a smooth boulder, and take out the elixir from the storage ring and swallow it. Long Lin found that the "Mo was taken by love" was put on his left wrist, shrunk into a pair of jade bracelets, and when he took the medicine and swallowed it slightly, he was slightly soft.

Long Lin wondered, could it be that this person had stolen Mo and was about to flee? But after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, because this monk was seriously injured, and he obviously fought fiercely with people before escaping, but he didn't see the sect chasing and killing him on a large scale, so he was naturally sent out by the sect.

The stones of the staggered size of the streams suddenly began to turn in different speeds, slowness, and reverses, as if they had been moved by an invisible hand, including the boulders beneath the young monk, whose roaring and rushing water had inexplicably withered and dried up rapidly. A mossy stone ball appeared in the bare riverbed, and the stone ball fell, and a chubby and smiling middle-aged monk suddenly appeared on the riverbed, dressed in the same black robe as the young monk, with a graceful and elegant manners.