Ai Hui, who had recovered his Yuan Force, was full of energy, like a sword in a scabbard, and his momentum was unstable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even after a few days of heavy rain, the thick clouds above my head dissipated, revealing a freshly washed sky, the bright sun shining on my body, the breeze blowing on my face, and the feeling of comfort and drunkenness soaked every hair.

It's so comfortable.

After a few days of depression, enjoying such a beautiful sunshine made my body and mind completely relaxed.

Ai Hui found a flat grass at random and sat down, then plucked a piece of grass from the ground, stuffed it in his mouth, and bit the grass stem.

The smell of green grass permeated his mouth, and Ai Hui looked at the two crystals in his hand.

Transparent crystal, flawless texture, without the slightest impurity. At this time, Ai Hui found that he couldn't determine whether the transparent crystal was a crystal or not, he had never seen such a pure crystal.

The sunlight shone on the golden droplets, which immediately stirred up a faint golden halo. The most peculiar thing is that this layer of golden halo is unpredictable, like layers of exquisite ripples, one life and one after another, endless.

It's beautiful!

Ai Hui was amazed, although he felt that he didn't have any artistic accomplishment, but looking at this ever-changing halo, his mind would always be involuntarily attracted.

In amazement, Ai Hui suddenly found something that was not quite normal.

He had suspected that the golden droplets were the blood of some kind of monster, which could explain why Bandage would be interested in it. But Ai Hui suddenly reacted, if the golden droplets were really the blood of some kind of monster, the bandages would have devoured them long ago, how could they have stayed until now?

Is it the protection of crystals that keeps the bandage nowhere to go?

Wrong!

It may be that it has been wrapped around the body for a long time, and the bandage and Ai Hui have some kind of connection.

Ai Hui suddenly remembered that the last time the bandage reacted, but what was not devoured, it was the Demon God Stone Statue! As soon as this idea came up, Ai Hui's eyes lit up, and a bold idea appeared in his mind, could there be some kind of connection between the two?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible.

He hurriedly opened the sand compass and took out the stone statue of the demon god. Last time he absorbed Jin Yuandan, the Demon God Stone Statue played a great role, absorbing all the fierce qi in Yuan Dan, so that Ai Hui would not suffer from it.

Otherwise, just to dissolve the ferocious qi, it would take Ai Hui a lot of energy, and he might encounter many dangers.

When Ai Hui took out the Demon God Stone Statue, the bandages were like two white snakes, swimming down from him. The two bandages, combined into one at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into a white cloth and burrowed under the base of the Demon God Stone Statue, as if afraid that the Demon God Stone Statue would be stained with mud.

Ai Hui was shocked by this strange scene.

The stone statue of the demon god and the bandages are full of the smell of evil, if it is not given by the master, and the time with him is relatively long, Ai Hui will definitely be very vigilant.

Seeing things and thinking about people is such wishful thinking.

Emotions are the warmth of grasping cold things, and the glimmer of loneliness in the void.

No matter how evil the bandage was, it would be difficult for Ai Hui to hate it. Because whether it is good or evil is of no importance to him. He never felt how important he was, and there was no difference between having a righteous self or an evil self in the world.

However, there are emotions that are more important to him than to himself.

Two crystals were placed on a white cloth melted by the bandages.

Ai Hui felt that the scene in front of him was quite interesting, as if he was making an offering to the stone statue of the demon god, so he almost said goodbye. However, the Demon God Stone Statue did not have the slightest sense of appreciation, and looked indifferent and cold.

Could it be that I was wrong?

Ai Hui has a headache, guessing puzzles has never been what he is good at. He simply picked up a crystal and sent it to the mouth of the Demon God Stone Statue, and there were words in his mouth: "Old Devil, give some face, come and taste one!"

The stone statue of the demon god is still cold, as if it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Or is it not right?

Or do you want to crush the crystals on the outside?

Ai Hui was a little cowardly.

He had a hunch that the golden droplets inside the crystal were anything but extraordinary. Extraordinary things often mean wealth and risk, and good things are certainly valuable, but what if it's a powerful poison?

Ai Hui knows his own depth. With his current strength, whether it is facing the grass root puppet or She Yu, at least he still has the strength to fight. But if you face ancient demons and the like, your small body is not enough.

But these two crystals are some ancient treasures.

Well, I can't bear to let the child catch the wolf, so I try to crush one first. Anyway, this ancient treasure is also luck.

Thinking about it like this, Ai Hui's heart suddenly became much more balanced.

With a ruthless heart, Ai Hui pinched hard.

Click!

The crystal immediately cracked, and the golden droplets seeped out, and Ai Hui carefully dripped the golden droplets onto the bandage white cloth.

Bandages are very interested in blood, especially some powerful blood, and are even more thirsty.

However, what made Ai Hui's eyes fall to the ground was that the bandage had no interest in the golden droplets. The golden droplets, like water droplets on lotus leaves, are round and round, and they are golden. Without the protection of crystals, the golden droplets quickly rose into a faint circle of golden mist, and the mist condensed but did not disperse. The sunlight shines on the golden mist, and it is extremely beautiful.

Those mysterious ripples were dyed with sunlight, becoming more exquisite and gorgeous, and they were uncertain, and Ai Hui couldn't take his eyes off it.

Suddenly, the golden mist stirred, and a slender mist was pulled out.

Ai Hui woke up from a dream and looked up at the stone statue of the Demon God.

I saw that the eyes of the demon god stone statue were slightly open, the soft and neutral face was glowing with a strange luster, and the lips were slightly open.

Ai Hui was in good spirits, and there was really a play!

The slender golden mist thread continued to sink into the mouth of the Demon God Stone Statue, and the golden luster like a needle tip lit up in the pupils of the Demon God Stone Statue.

The momentum of the stone statue of the demon god changed rapidly, and the aura of ancient desolation spread.

When the last wisp of golden mist sank into the mouth of the Demon God Stone Statue, the bandage white cloth was empty.

Ai Hui looked at the Demon God Stone Statue curiously, his heart was full of anticipation, what would happen to the Demon God Stone Statue if it devoured this golden droplet?

Suddenly, the eyes of the Demon God Stone Statue lit up with a golden light, and Ai Hui's eyes widened, lest he miss any details.

The golden light in his eyes turned into two golden whirlpools, and Ai Hui, who was defenseless, was immediately swept into the whirlpool, and he only felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and the surrounding scenery was rapidly sweeping back.

Again?

Ai Hui, who had had an experience, only had time to scold in his heart, but the cowardice in his heart was half gone. He was a little curious, what kind of scene would the Demon God Stone Statue present to him this time?

Time flies, and the earth recedes.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, Ai Hui saw the demon god.

The demon god floated above a valley, staring into the distance. Ai Hui couldn't help but look into the distance, and the blurred scene in the distance immediately became clear.

I saw countless swords across the sky, terrifyingly thick and terrifying, like a silver strange snake rushing down from the sky. The flames of the earth rose into the sky, slamming into the silver lightning, and the flying flames stained the sky red like flying red cherry blossoms.

The dazzling light brought by the flying swords was like sword marks, dismembering the sky to pieces.

The huge Dharma body summoned by ancient meditation has its feet on the earth and its hands on the sky. Sanskrit flows, the scriptures are ethereal, and the sky is falling.

Ai Hui was dumbfounded, and his heart palpitated.

He had never seen such a magnificent scene, the sun in the sky was eclipsed, the undulating mountains on the ground were shattered, there were sword marks everywhere that stretched for hundreds of miles, the sea was boiling, and the fire was boundless.

This is...... The battle of the ancient cultivators?

Ai Hui lost his mind.

When he first saw Zhenshen Peak, he felt that it was already the most powerful war weapon in the world. But the majestic Zhenshen Peak, placed on this battlefield, is as small as dust.

It turns out that the description of the Sword Code is true......

Ai Hui felt such emotion in his heart.

When Ai Hui found that the shock and loss of consciousness of the demon god were the same as his own, he gradually calmed down.

The battle is over, the battlefield is shattered, but the demon god has gained a lot on the battlefield, magic weapon fragments, magic tricks, and so on.

The demon god did not leave the valley, his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and he was preparing to leave the valley.

But just when his strength was at his peak, he suddenly felt something in his heart, the Heavenly Dao began to collapse, and his spiritual power was declining. He found that the collapse of the Heavenly Dao could not be stopped, and the spiritual power would eventually dissipate.

For a long time, he sat in the valley and thought about **** night and night.

The way he formed was very unique, completely different from the traditional cultivators, which allowed him to find a glimmer of life in the collapsing Heavenly Dao.

A glimmer of life, in the distant future.

But for a long life like his, thousands of years of waiting is not unacceptable. He condensed all the essence blood and soul thoughts, and gathered ten drops of true divine blood, which were also ten seeds.

It was noon when the ten seeds took shape, the sun was shining, but the sky was instantly dark, except for the sun in the sky, which was as dull as a candle in the wind.

Ten drops of divine blood carried his desire for resurrection, and he sprinkled it to all corners of the world.

And his body turned into a stone statue.

It was only at this time that Ai Hui suddenly realized that he had completely figured out the origin of the golden droplets!

It's the real blood of the gods!

Ai Hui suddenly thought of the blood of the gods, and some doubts arose in his heart, could it be that the origin of the blood of the gods was also related to the blood of the demon gods, right?

Well, think too much for yourself.

It has been more than a thousand years since the Yuanli era, and the demon god is a thing in the cultivation era, and there is still a bit of power left, God knows!

Wait a minute!

Ai Hui suddenly thought that the bandage seemed to be able to restrain the blood poison and devour the blood poison.

This one...... It can't be a coincidence, right?

Ai Hui was a little uncertain in his heart, and at this moment, the sky was spinning, and he seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, and the light around him kept pouring back.

Ai Hui stabilized his body, he opened his eyes, the surrounding scenery returned to normal, and he was stunned to find that he was standing in place, not moving.

His gaze subconsciously fell on the Demon God Stone Statue.

He froze. (To be continued.) )