"Lying ...... Forget it, be civilized. ”

Looking at the withered old devil holding the black-skinned booklet as if offering a treasure, Hong Xiaobao wasted a lot of energy to hold back his scolding, and instead shouted Yin Lao Mo: "Old man, old man, come out and see, your filial son and grandson are here!"

"What's wrong again? Didn't you say, don't bother the old man if there's nothing to do?" Old Demon Yin appeared in response, scolding.

Hong Xiaobao has a black line, it seems that you are cold every time, right?

The old man here had already seen the pamphlet in the hand of the withered old demon, and said strangely: "What the hell is the general outline of the Nine Shadows Formation?When did the old man write any bullshit general outline?" Suddenly, "Oh, Dong, it turned out to be him, no wonder ......"

There is gossip!

Hong Xiaobao hurriedly pricked up his ears: "He, or her?"

This dead old man is a living history book...... Oh, it's supposed to be a history book of dead ghosts. Ever since he heard the dry old demon blow about his deeds of opening up the Yellow Spring and retreating from the Dragon Palace, Hong Xiaobao has become interested in his glorious history. It would be even better if you could come up with a little romance history!

Old Demon Yin turned on the memory killing mode, and only after a while did he chuckle and said, "A little ghost who loves to play with fire." ”

"Tell me, isn't that what you...... Twelve...... Against the sky...... One of the Demon Gods?"

"It's the Twelve Heavenly Demon Generals. ”

"It's just a name, don't worry about the details!"

"It's not big, it's not small!" Old Demon Yin scolded before he said: "The Twelve Heavenly Demon Generals belong to another system, and there were countless capable people under the old man's command back then, so how can it be more than the Twelve Heavenly Demon Generals?"

"Then what kind of system is this Dong? What is his name Dong?" Hong Xiaobao hurriedly asked.

"His name is Dong, one word, one of the ten halls, ranking seventh. ”

"Ten halls, which ten halls?"

"Hehe...... Old Demon Yin suddenly shut up and smiled: "Children, don't ask so much, it's not good for you." ”

"Wow, the dead old man doesn't take you like this! Leave half of the speech, not afraid of breaking your tongue and yelling?" Hong Xiaobao scolded.

"Broken tongue is Xiao Liu's favorite, but the old man is not good at this mouthful. ”

"Which one is Xiaoliu...... Uh, don't change the subject, damn it!"

"Okay, let's not talk about that. ”

Yin Laomo interrupted: "You don't like to read the general outline, but this book itself is a good thing, take it first, and then the old man will teach you how to use it." After saying that, there was no silence again.

He has been like this for the past two days, and he doesn't know what he is doing hiding in the cave with the old turtle in Bixi.

"Hey, hey, old man, dead old man...... Beep beep!" Hong Xiaobao screamed a few times and didn't respond, so he was so angry that he scolded.

At this time, the withered old demon was still in Balabala's Amway with the booklet: "This book was the magic weapon of the lord of the seventh hall of the capital back then, and then the capital fell apart, and the hall master couldn't bear to lose the master of the Nine Shadows, so he recorded the general outline of the Nine Shadows Formation in the book when he was dying. After several tosses, it finally fell into the hands of my ancestor who was in the line of vain, and established the city of vain with this......"

Hong Xiaobao thought about the dead old man, so how much does this old guy know, right?

As a result, after listening to it for a long time, he found that he didn't say a word about the ten halls, why Dong and Yu were disbanded, and so on, and just blindly bragged about the glorious history of the city, so he said impatiently: "Isn't it just a broken general outline, what is there to do? I'll take a look at ......" said and took the book with his hand.

The withered old demon was unexpected, and suddenly exclaimed: "Don't open it!"

But it was late, Hong Xiaobao had already opened it.

As soon as he opened the page, a terrifying aura suddenly came to his face, and in an instant, Hong Xiaobao seemed to have entered another world, and countless visions came one after another.

Mountain of Corpses!

Blood!

Bones!

Souls!

The yellow spring is swinging, and countless ghosts are floating and sinking in the sea. There are many people dressed as servants on the shore...... It should be a human being, constantly scooping up the sea of ghosts in the sea, and then going up the knife mountain, getting into the oil pot, pulling out the tongue, and hooking the spine......

Screaming!

Cry!

Beg!

Death!

All kinds of sounds, endlessly, the scene of hell on earth is too realistic and terrifying, Hong Xiaobao can't even tell whether it is an illusion or the real world.

Suddenly, a servant raised his hand and grabbed it: "Since you are here, let's cook it together!"

Sneer——!

In the next moment, Hong Xiaobao suddenly found that he had been put on the oil pot, and then he rolled his eyes and fainted very simply.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I didn't know how long I had been unconscious. I only felt soreness all over my body, weakness in my hands and feet, as if my body had been hollowed out, my mind was even more sluggish, and my head hurt as if it was about to crack.

"Yo, wake up?" Before he could open his eyes, Old Demon Yin's voice sounded in his mind.

"I'm ...... What's wrong?" Hong Xiaobao groaned.

"I was almost sucked into the yin and yang book and became a human being, and it didn't get in the way. Old Demon Yin joked.

"Yin, Yin and Yang Book?"

"It's that black book, hehe......" Old Demon Yin smiled a little embarrassedly, "I forgot to tell you during the day, that book, but it is a ground-level magic weapon, with your current cultivation, you don't even have the qualifications to take a look." ”

Hearing this, Hong Xiaobao's whole face turned black, dead old man, you did it on purpose, right? It must be on purpose!

"Anyway, let's find a way to get it first, and then the old man will teach you how to use it. Old Demon Yin advised.

"......" Hong Xiaobao wanted to scold.

But before he could speak, a sudden wave of dizziness struck, and he was very dizzy again.

In the haze, he felt himself flying, flying here and there, erratic.

Everywhere I went, there would be strong aura fluctuations, accompanied by bursts of demon beasts roaring, sometimes terrestrial demon beasts, sometimes water demons, and sometimes plant beasts, as if the battle was fierce.

Sometimes I feel some cold liquid flowing in my mouth, which is very bitter and cold, and my teeth are numb because of the cold. In a blur, Hong Xiaobao vaguely knew that those were all medicines that nourished the soul.

After a long time, when he regained consciousness, his mind was still groggy, but it was much better than before. Then he opened his eyes, and he saw the chrysanthemum face of the withered old devil appear in front of him.

"you, you're finally awake!"

Seeing him wake up, the withered old demon was obviously relieved, and his wrinkled chrysanthemum face opened. Then he pinched Hong Xiaobao's nose and poured the remaining liquid medicine in the bowl, then put down the bowl and said, "How do you feel?"

"It's ok. ”

Although the liquid medicine was unpalatable, but after it was swallowed, it turned into a clear stream to moisten the soul, Hong Xiaobao suddenly felt much better, and then glanced at the withered old demon, and couldn't help but move.

I saw that this old guy was full of exhaustion, and the cloak on his body was bloodstained, and he didn't know if it was the demon beast's or his own. He was holding a delicate porcelain bowl with some dark green liquid in it, and he was pouring it into his mouth. There are some corpses of demon beasts lying on the side, birds, beasts, insects and fish, and there are also some elixirs, all of which are related to restoring divine thoughts.

However, Hong Xiaobao didn't say anything, just asked: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been half a month. The withered old devil sighed lightly, smiled, and comforted: "But it's okay, it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up......"

"Fifteen Days ......"

Hong Xiaobao couldn't help choking up.

Oh my!

Just one glance, but he was in a coma for fifteen days! If he looked at it a few more times, wouldn't his soul be gone?

Recalling the oil pot at that time, Hong Xiaobao still seems to be able to smell the burning smell. But by this time, he also knew that the little black skin was powerful, and he no longer dared to despise half a point.

After checking it later, Hong Xiaobao choked up even more.

The body is fine, but the soul is a little injured, almost half of the shrinkage.

The Divine Soul is a thing that can't be seen or touched but is real before the Xuansheng Realm. It is no more physical than the body, and once injured, it can be comatose at least, insane at worst, and even vegetative - it is like a concussion.

To be honest, if it weren't for the withered old devil looking for elixir to pour these days, Hong Xiaobao estimated that whether he could wake up or not would be a matter of two words.

But fortunately, his foundation is good enough, his divine thoughts are already several times stronger than those of monks of the same level, and he is proficient in medical science, and now as soon as he wakes up, he can treat himself.

Subsequently, Hong Xiaobao prescribed a prescription for the withered old devil to "catch the medicine". Because it wanted to be fresh, the withered old devil ran around again.

On this day, when the medicinal soup was boiling, the withered old demon suddenly took out a scroll and threw it over, asking Hong Xiaobao to meditate on the pictures on the scroll.

"What came from?" Hong Xiaobao asked casually.

"The Nine Shadows Meditation Diagram can help you restore your soul. The old devil replied, passing on a mantra.

He said that this scroll was a meditation map printed by the first ancestor of Wufu City from the general outline of the Nine Shadows Formation, and it was the treasure of the Demon Gate, and he also said that if it is not broken, it will not stand, and now is a good time to temper the divine thoughts, etc.

As soon as Hong Xiaobao heard the words "Nine Shadows", he immediately had a bad premonition.

Then I opened it and looked, and sure enough!

I saw a white bone throne painted on it, and Old Demon Yin sat on it with his right leg propped up, his right hand on his right knee, and his left hand supporting the left side of his head in a pretending sleep. Underneath the throne, there were steps paved with white bones, a blood-stained hall, and countless ghost hands stretched out from the ground, as if trying to grasp something. Not to mention, at first glance it looks really imposing.

But this is not the Nine Shades Meditation Diagram, this is the Nine Shades Resentment Diagram!

Hong Xiaobao glanced at it, and the resentment value exploded instantly, and he threw it aside: "Break the picture, don't practice!"

Suddenly thought that in the past few days, it has not been easy for the old guy to run around, but he was a little unbearable, so he sighed lightly, and said in a soft tone: "Old guy, it's not that I don't want to practice, the problem is ...... You want me to recover quickly, so I can get some good goods, this broken picture is really...... Hehe......"

The withered old demon was not angry, but he smiled and said: "Boy, don't underestimate this picture, this picture is the true work of the seventh hall master, the person on the painting is the demon ancestor himself, and the meditation effect is better than the "Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect Map" of the Buddha Gate, let's ...... it."

"But I seem to have seen this picture before, better and more expressive than yours. Hong Xiaobao interrupted.

"Nonsense! The true work of the Lord of the Seven Palaces, the only one in heaven and on earth, how could you have seen it?"

"Really, no one dares to lie to you!" Hong Xiaobao said, "Besides, the one I've seen is not necessarily from the hand of the Seven Hall Lords." ”

It seemed to make some sense, and the withered old demon said, "Then when and where did you see it?"

"When I was a child, probably thirteen or fourteen years ago, in the palace. "Hong Xiaobao is serious.

"In the palace?"

"Hey, don't you know? I'm the Nine Emperors of the Red Cloud Kingdom. ”

"......" The withered old demon stopped talking for a while, it turned out to be the palace of the secular world, and he was startled by the old man, thinking that it was the Hidden Dragon Palace or the Emperor's Palace.

As a result, I heard Hong Xiaobao add: "The queen mother said that it was her dowry, and the person in the painting is much more expressive than yours, just like the real thing." Oh yes, there's a stamp on the bottom, it looks like ......"

"Yes?"

"What palace, what Luan......"

"What palace, what luan?"

"I think about it, it's been too long, I don't remember it clearly......" Hong Xiaobao was stunned, but secretly shouted in his heart: "Bixi, come out!"

"Master, what do you command?" Bixi replied immediately.

"My grandmother...... It's what the empress's imperial seal looks like, have you seen it?"

“......”

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Bixi's ****.

Why did the master suddenly ask about this? It can't be to seal me, right? No, I've been busy renovating the cave mansion recently, and even the patriarch praised me for being diligent, well-behaved and motivated, and I didn't make a mistake, why do you want to seal me?

"Say it quickly. Hong Xiaobao urged.

“......”

Another drop of cold sweat.

"Needless to say, I'm going to ask the old man. ”

"Don't, you don't have to alarm the ancestor for such a trivial matter, hehehe......" Bixi was startled.

The Imperial Seal, of course, it has seen it, and it is still very familiar with it—on the body of Biluo Solo's tree, there is actually an Imperial Seal, which has been seen for 5,000 years, and has also been pressed for 5,000 years, can it not be familiar? So it hurriedly passed over an idea.

"Thanks, I'll invite you to dinner. Hong Xiaobao said casually.

"Thank you, thank you, master!" Bixi was flattered.

"You're welcome. ”

Sending away the cave turtle, Hong Xiaobao turned around and pretended to be "I remembered", and then reached out and drew a mark on the ground.

"Something like this......"

There is a pot above, a plate below, representing the round place, a small bird in the middle (in fact, it is a phoenix), just forming a "Luan" word, and there are three words horizontally at the bottom, from right to left: Emperor Palace.

If you ignore the clumsy painting skills, you can see that there is a momentum of "heaven and earth, only I am respected".

"This, this...... It's ......" the withered old devil was startled. He pointed to the three words "Emperor Palace", and his eyes widened: "You, are you sure it's these three words?"

"Sure, sure, and sure!" Hong Xiaobao's face was not red and his heart was not beating.

So the old devil stopped talking again.

The empress's true handiwork!

It's actually the empress's real work!

In comparison, the handwriting of the Lord of the Seven Halls is considered a hairy gray, right?

Longevity!

What is the origin of her mother, there is actually a real empress as a dowry? Also, the old man actually tied up the descendants of the emperor's palace as apprentices, if the empress knew, would he tear the old man?

I'm so panicked, what should I do?

But after glancing at Hong Xiaobao, he suddenly felt that this kid might be fooling.

After all, it is the true work of the empress, even if there is the shadow of the emperor's palace behind the Chiyun Kingdom, it is not something that a queen of the secular world can have-or it is easier to understand from another angle: how can a person who has the true work of the empress marry into the secular world?

So he shook his head and said, "I don't believe it." ”

"Believe it or not. Hong Xiaobao sighed.

"Unless you can prove it. The old devil said again.

"The picture is not around, how can I prove it? Hong Xiaobao smiled.

"The old master has a way. As he spoke, the old demon suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and at the same time commanded, "Try your best to recall what the person in the painting looks like, and the old man will know." ”

"I said, old fellow, you wouldn't want to use some kind of soul searching trick on me, right?" Hong Xiaobao asked in fear.

"You are the heir chosen by the old man, it's too late to hurt you, how can he be willing to search for your soul? It's just his heart, a small spell, it won't hurt you, don't worry. The old devil laughed.

"That's fine......"

So Hong Xiaobao stared at the Nine Shadows meditation diagram, but his mind began to recall Old Man Yin's appearance, and then imagined Old Man Yin sitting on the white bone chair and pretending to sleep.

After a while, the withered old demon suddenly said "Huh", frowned, and seemed to be a little puzzled. Immediately afterwards, he "saw" the picture in Hong Xiaobao's mind suddenly changed.

The Throne of Bones was gone, and the sea of corpses and blood was gone, turning into a pitch-black void, and only one Old Demon Yin stood with his head held high, with a sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, as if to say: Idiot!

Well, this is the most common pose of the old man.

Especially when he complains about those so-called famous and decent people, the sneer will turn into undisguised ridicule.

With a "swish", the cold sweat of the withered old devil suddenly came down.

"Sure enough!"

He let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted, and suddenly knelt down heavily in front of Hong Xiaobao, and came to a five-body throw on the spot, and shouted in his mouth: "Disciple Deadwood, meet the Nine Shadows Patriarch!"