"It turned out to be him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Venerable Blood River was full of emotion: "If you can be born a thousand years earlier and fight with him, maybe it will be very exciting." When he said this, no one answered, because this is what only he is qualified to say, and this is the privilege of the best master in the world in this era.

Others, in the face of the three words "away from the hate", can only look up.

"As for Black Mountain Villa, they have nothing to do with you in the future. Ghost Liming's next words pulled them back to reality, he faced Yinchen, his tone was sincere, and his eyes were full of ardent hope and absolute trust: "In fact, there are two hopes of the founding patriarch, one is to completely overcome the fatal flaw of the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa, and make it a powerful magic skill in the world, and second, it is to correct the name of the Demon Wei Pavilion." You also know that in today's world, the ghost magic is all evil demons, but when the ancestor founded the Demon Wei Pavilion, he hoped that it would be the right way in the world!"

"The three sets of divine skills created by the ancestor originally wanted to surpass "Qingfeng Decision" to become the first of the world's divine skills. Although the ghost energy is difficult to cultivate, it is more powerful in the same realm. It's a pity that the magic skills left by the ancestor are too much to be improved by killing and conquering, and after being passed down from generation to generation, they have changed their flavor and become magical skills that need to be indiscriminately killed to cultivate...... That's it, it's useless to say this, the old man fell into your hands today, and it can be regarded as the ancestor Quanxia knowing, silently blessing, the old man estimates that even if you can't turn the three major divine skills of the Demon Wei Pavilion into the righteous path divine skills, at least, you can also remove the shortcomings of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", in this way, the old man's life can be regarded as a straight return to the roots. Ghost Li Ming finally said, he was already bent on death at the moment.

"Impossible. Silver Dust shook his head, his words made Ghost Liming's eyes widen, and his blood-red pupils even shot out with hatred: "Why? You look down on the old man, look down on the Demon Pavilion, that's fine, but you can't look down on the Founding Patriarch!" he yelled almost uncontrollably, completely ignoring the fact that Elder He stretched out a hand and pressed his shoulder.

"It's not that I look down on the Demon Pavilion, it's that I already have other inheritances on me, and there are more than one, and these inheritances are too deep and terrifying. Yinchen said, handing He Lao a treacherous look, but making He Lao let out a few ruthless sneers: "The inheritance of Mr. Yinchen and the old man is all powerful guys of the primordial generation, and the magic skills cultivated by mortals dare to show it?"

"And that's not all. Yinchen's words made Elder He's smile stiffen directly on his face: "The inheritance I obtained from my hometown, that is the power that can enter the sea of stars, although that power is intangible, but that inheritance, to me, to this world, is more important than everything else." I can't go and create another Demon Pavilion for you, or for Wei Wuliang and Yun Wuyue. ”

"Then what do you want? Are you really not interested in this at all? Do you really intend to give up such a lineage, and let the first generation of the founding patriarch be buried?" Ghost Liming's voice suddenly became hasty, and his voice trembled, full of grief and despair.

"No, I'm going to make him part of my legacy. Yinchen's eyes were full of Sen Luo's silver flash, and at that moment, he directly incarnated as the Pope: "The world's divine powers, the world's mysteries, are not isolated from each other, but can be integrated together, and the defects of the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" do not lie in the divine power itself, but in the theory of the operation of the divine power in the whole world! Do you think that the record of "The Evil Dark King's Power" is the source of the world's divine skills? It is the only foundation of the world's divine skills? It is simply a ridiculous joke in the world!"

"It's crazy!" Zhao Guangyi was the first to speak out against this, but the next second he was refuted by his son.

"But father, what the gentleman said is the same as the general outline of "Lingyun Battle Heavenly Decision"? Could it be that the child's sixteen years of cultivation is fake!" When he said this, he actually made the elegant and calm former True King touch his nose embarrassedly.

"That's heart-wrenching!" Shi Dou had just said these five words, and he was roared by the old man: "What does Sour Xiucai understand! What Mr. just said is the truth that the old man has comprehended for so many decades!"

As soon as he shouted, everyone fell silent, staring at Yinchen with a pair of eyes, waiting for him to make the final verdict on the Demon Force, the Demon Pavilion, the Hatred Heaven, and the number one Demon Skill in this world.

"I've said so much, just to ask you, ghost senior, Mr. Ghost Liming, since you have nowhere to go, or even nowhere to go, are you willing to follow me, help me, and build a real Demon Pavilion that is not called Demon Pavilion. The real mistake of "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" is not the law of divine power operation, but the selection of elements themselves, the power of ghosts mixed with the wind itself, which is harmful to people's bodies, and then uses the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" that overdraws physical strength and damages the meridians, which naturally hurts and hurts, you say, is the real shortcoming of this kind of magic skill here?"

Ghost Liming was stunned, he never thought that Yinchen didn't even need to read the book to know this, even if he got Wei Wuliang's inheritance, there was no reason to realize this layer so quickly, right?

"The old man only asks you, are you willing to pass on this magic skill!?" Ghost Li Ming decided to let it go, no matter what means, he would force Yinchen to promise to pass on the orthodoxy of the Demon Pavilion, just a sentence from Silver Dust made him see that this child was endowed against the sky in cultivating the magic skills of the Demon Pavilion, that understanding, it was simply terrifying!

"Yes, but he will no longer be the magic skill of the Demon Pavilion. Yinchen said, in front of Zhao Guangyi, he still had reservations, and did not say such words as "That will be the inheritance of the Civilization Temple".

Then the old man was relieved. Oni Rima smiled like a final smile.

"But the premise is that you must follow me and become my staff, your experience, your experience, is what I value, Mr. Wei Wuliang passed on the divine skill to me, but his cultivation experience cannot be completely preserved in my body through the empowerment Dafa......!"

"Don't you blame the old man, hurt your friend?" Ghost Liming's voice was hoarse, he couldn't say the word "Lord" anyway, although he knew that Yinchen was the prince's staff, but at this time, Yinchen's status in Ghost Liming's heart was already like an emperor, a small true king and unworthy of his loyalty.

Yinchen didn't speak, he turned his head and looked straight at Zhao Lingfeng, it seemed that here, he should have the final say.

Zhao Lingfeng opened his mouth, but when he saw Zhao Guangyi's gloomy face, he wanted to close his mouth again, after all, the ghost old man assassinated their father and son first.

"Mr. Silver Dust, in life, you can't be blindly kind. Zhao Guangyi slowly said his judgment: "Since this ghost is from Black Mountain Villa, then Yu Wangfa, Yu Qing, and Yu Daoyi can't let go, unless...... To what I said before, I sincerely surrendered and told the information of the Black Mountain Villa. ”

"What else is there to say about this?" Ghost Li Ming sneered, for Zhao Guangyi, he always lacked awe, even if the entire prince had a powerful bodyguard, he was famous, even if it was a demon, he still maintained the minimum dignity of a warrior.

"Mr. Demon Heart of Black Mountain Villa, that Tian Wanzai, a remnant of the Third Dynasty, is bent on recovering the country, so he entered the position of the head of the Demon Pavilion, and now he has resisted the will of the founding patriarch and led the entire Black Mountain Villa to the road of rebellion and war...... He wanted to get Yin Shanluan, but in fact, he wanted to get Yin Shanluan's treasure, the so-called secret treasure of the Thirteen Relics......"

"The matter of the thirteen relics, I will discuss it with the prince in detail tomorrow. Yinchen interrupted Ghost Liming's words: "Can Ghost Elder say something about the defense of Black Mountain Villa?"

"Do you want to fight?" I advise you to accept this heart!" Ghost Li Ming said: "I can give you the location and defense of Black Mountain Villa, but with those tattered troops of the imperial court now, how many people go to die, that is a place where even the Jianzhou Iron Cavalry may not dare to break in!"

"But you have to tell this seat, otherwise this seat will have no basis to exonerate you! This seat said ugly things in front, this seat will not dare to let you affect the reputation of Mr.! For the sake of Mr.'s innocence, this seat will throw you into the Storm Pavilion even at the risk of offending Mr.!" Zhao Guangyi said coldly, in some principles, he will not compromise with anyone at all.

"That'...... Grab a pen. I can't tell, it's all around. The ghost said resignedly. For the sake of the inheritance of the founding patriarch of the Demon Wei Pavilion, he can sell the entire Black Mountain Villa without conscience.

The four treasures in the study room were placed on the table, and the ghost got up from the ground, bent down and drew many zigzag lines on the table, which was not a simple schematic diagram, but a very beautiful landscape painting.

"I really can't see it, you kid still have such a ability?" Looking at that picture, not to mention the true king father and son who are full of poetry and books, not to mention the ten buckets of calligraphy and painting, even He Lao exclaimed: "Although it is not as good as the painting of Sour Xiucai, but this force, this artistic conception, is also rare in the world." ”

"The wind and bones are vigorous, the pen is like a dragon, the air of the Oriental Zixia jumps on the paper, the sparse and lonely, the meaning of the sword is hidden, but the killing gas is too heavy, not mellow enough, the ink is scorched, although it is a landscape but there is no water. Shidoucai gave an expert-level judgment, and he was very embarrassed to say it.

"I was just a scholar in my early years, I was cold for ten years, and I was lifted before the age of thirty, I thought that I would have something to do in this life, but how did I expect to catch up with such a world that recognizes money and does not recognize people! I am very arrogant, I don't go through the door, I don't kowtow and flatter, and finally I can't live anymore, so I entered the Mowei Pavilion, and in a flash, it has been forty years. Ghost Liming sighed and finished the last stroke, straightened up, pointed to the painting and said, "Look at it, this is somewhere on the Thousand Hands Guanyin Mountain in the east of Jinluo County, Ganzhou." The terrain is tsk. ”

Zhao Guangyi took a look, shook his head and said, "Kuye!" As he spoke, he volleyed seven or eight places, all of which were easy to ambush in the end. Yinchen and Zhao Lingfeng looked at it from a distance, only to see a sheep farm path twisting and turning, although the width is more, but the three of them are juxtaposed, no matter where a checkpoint is set up, it is really a man and a man, and those places pointed out by Zhao Guangyi, I don't know whether it is naturally formed or artificially deliberately built into that shape, in short, if you put rolling wood, falling stones, boiling tin and lead, etc., and throw it down from above, it is definitely a one-sided slaughter, and the people below can neither rush up, nor can they shoot with bows and arrows, because whether it is a direct shot or a projectile, it is a dead end。

"What if a few red-clothed cannons are placed at the foot of this mountain?" Zhao Lingfeng came up with a way that was not a solution, but was lightly flicked on the head by Yinchen: "What a boy who doesn't distinguish between grains and grains! Don't you want to think that a red-clothed cannon can make such a big elevation angle! It's not an anti-aircraft gun!" After he finished speaking, he muttered to himself: "It seems that the only way to do this is to bomb with planes! Fortunately, this hillside is not particularly steep and straight." His words were not answered, because all those who heard them did not understand them very well.

Everyone discussed it, but they never found any way for the army of the imperial court to play a role in such a sinister terrain, not to mention that now the army is on the northern front, and they are fighting and retreating to resist the menacing northerners, and there are basically no soldiers to send in the locality, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it with a sentence of "empty garrison". Zhao Guangyi took this painting with good pen and ink, and seemed to be relieved, staring at the blood-red eyes of the ghost and said slowly: "Since you are sincere, this seat will not embarrass you, you will follow Mr. to do a good job in the future, it will not be easy to return to the void realm." He was telling the truth, there were hundreds of millions of monks in this world throughout the ages, but there were very few peerless masters above the void, and they could even basically be named. The vast majority of people have cultivated at most to the realm of entering the body and transforming qi when they are old, and the clan elders of Blood Yang City are not the most typical examples? They are so rich that they don't lack any resources, but it's just the same for the rest of their lives.

Zhao Guangyi himself is a master of returning to the void, and naturally knows that it is not easy to do this, it is not a realm that is exchanged for sweat, it is a realm that is almost exchanged for life, and it requires a certain amount of luck to get it.

Ghost Liming listened to Zhao Guangyi's words, showed an ugly smile full of wrinkles, arched his hand at him, and then leaned down to kowtow to Yinchen, Yinchen was startled, but was grabbed by Helao, and pressed in place to suffer the eight rings of Ghost Liming, Yinchen's face turned leaden gray, he was born in Evil Luohai City, which pays attention to respecting the old and loving the young, and asked an old-timer to kowtow to himself, this ......

But there is no way, in this hierarchical society, people's lives are not measured by money, but by fame. As a prisoner who fell into the hands of the "enemy", Ghost Li Ming will either be beheaded or be a slave forever, even if he doesn't become a slave of Silver Dust, he will become a slave of others, at that time he will definitely not have a good end, even if he is a master of returning to the void, being tired to death in the dark mine is the most comfortable ending.

Yinchen chatted with Zhao Lingfeng for a few more words, it was nothing more than whether the axe was good or not, whether it needed to be improved, etc., but Zhao Lingfeng shook his head, and he didn't plan to take out the axe, at this time, Ghost Liming was horrified to find that the little master he had recently taken refuge in was actually a terrifying person who could create a holy weapon.

Now he was completely convinced, and decided to sacrifice all his life and loyalty for Silver Dust, just kidding, a holy weapon forger, really want to make up his mind to revive the Demon Pavilion, then a Demon Pavilion equipped with holy weapons...... The picture was so beautiful that the ghost didn't dare to think about it.

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