ps: Dear friends, I'm really sorry, Chapter 433 He has never been resigned to being ordinary, he missed a thousand words, and now he resends the full chapter, and the normal update will not be affected. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Kneel and beg for forgiveness......

After preliminarily finalizing this matter, Yinchen felt inexplicably more down-to-earth in his heart, as if he was no longer an outsider, a stranger, and a hurried passer-by who didn't have much contact with everything here. There is also a hint of fear that goes deep into the bone marrow of this feeling of steadiness, which is the complete negation of the deepest and darkest longing of his heart, the longing to return to Gabroyle. "What are you going to do! I'm seventeen years old, I've grown up, and going back to the 'future' at this time is tantamount to saying that all my experiences in the past ten years have been a vain dream! All my struggles, explorations, and love have completely been reduced to ridiculous bubbles! Forget it, if there was that time, why did I come in the first place!" Yinchen comforted himself, and at the same time, he also got up to comfort others. He knew it might be the last thing he would do in this hidden base of the Devil's Pavilion, right?

He and the ghost elder went to the luxurious room on the second floor, and Yinchen did not get sick and retreat from the others, because he felt that everything in the Red Blood Secret Realm was not a secret, just a sad story full of intrigue and betrayal, but the ghost elder drove everyone out, including Sakura Shixuan, who had always been very curious.

"Silver Dust Boy, can you tell me in detail how Wei Wuliang died? I am afraid that he and I are the only two left in the entire Demon Pavilion who can trust each other unconditionally, right?" Obviously, Ghost Liming was not willing to share this remembrance with anyone else at all. Whether it is Ying Shixuan, whom he values very much, or Yin Xueli, whom Yinchen respects very much, in his heart, he is not qualified to know that there are still two such lives in the world, or rather, he does not think that those who have not experienced the Red Blood Secret Realm are qualified to know these things.

"To be honest, Wei Wuliang's predecessor and I are only one side, and even when we first met, we desperately wanted to kill each other......" Yinchen sat in the velvet flower begonia silk cushion, shaped like a prayer, his voice was more hoarse than usual, like an elegy for requiem from the ruins of war. He slowly told everything about the Demon Pavilions in the Red Blood Secret Realm. From the beginning when he was captured by Zhang Mengmeng, to the end when Feng Lieshan used the Black Sky Demon to snatch all the light weapons (he repeatedly emphasized "all light weapons"), all the observations, speculations, and experiences about the Demon Pavilion, but he did not mention anything unrelated to the Demon Pavilion. He didn't say it, and he didn't plan to ask, the old and the young just listened to it like this, quietly, without anger, without hatred, only overflowing sadness and helpless remembrance, and let time pass quietly.

“...... In the end, this was the case, Feng Lieshan's grandson got all the light weapons, and Wei Wuliang's predecessor was buried in the blood prison, and he didn't even leave his body...... I'm going to carry on his entire legacy now, and you see, I've even started to study claw skills, which I never used before. Silver Dust raised his hands, and on his primary left hand and silver right hand, golden claws quickly condensed, and in the sonorous sound of fine iron, the claw-shaped weapon embodied by the power of light and light was writhing slightly like some kind of cargo, and it looked like an organ on the alien alien's body.

Ghost Liming nodded appreciatively, but he didn't say anything, his blood-red eyes were still filled with endless remembrance, and he was silent for a long time before softly, in a nihilistic voice, he told Yinchen about Wei Wuliang's past. He and Wei Wuliang met in the Demon Wei Pavilion, and Wei Wuliang was already a down-and-out uncle at that time.

He gently recounted some of the things that the two of them had in the Demon Pavilion, and these things came out of his mouth, as if they were just old memories, like a sun-dappled daily life, but from his narration, Silver Dust heard the horror behind these seemingly trivial things. The ferocity of the collusion between the Excalibur Gate and the government, the perfunctory care and indifference and contempt shown by Mr. Demon Heart to anyone, the darkness and injustice of the factions in the Demon Pavilion, and of course, the Iron Palm Gang, the Ascending Sun Sect and other righteous people who wore the mask of "Daoyi" to do that despicable thing. And behind all this, there is a potential force called "cynicism", manipulating, suppressing, balancing, and using all shameless means to weaken every Shengong sect and Jianghu gang, as if everything else in this world does not exist except for the yamen.

The seemingly warm story is full of all kinds of sadness. It is said that life is easy to live, life is not easy, but Yinchen never thought that this "ancient world", which was like a legendary story to him, would make it so difficult for people to live. Wei Wuliang said that things were very plain in his own opinion, and maybe others sounded boring, but Yinchen could hear the treacherous turmoil that enveloped the whole world, and he also knew that the rivers and lakes of the previous generation were no better than the rivers and lakes of his generation.

The cold-blooded feast, the obscene incident of the Heavenly Evil Temple, the fact that Hai Qianqiu was hunted down and killed by the Hanshan Temple for most of the Fengyuan Continent, as well as the dirty transactions between the Divine Sword Sect and the Yin and Yang Harmony Sect, as well as the various ugliness of the Iron Palm Gang, were all intertwined from the stories told by the old man and placed in front of Yinchen.

“...... Wei Wuliang is like this, he is very talented and smart, but he is always a little bit of luck, and he always refuses to admit defeat and accept his fate...... He fought with this, with that, and with himself, but he never won a name for himself in his life...... Du Chuanchang's little deflated san wants to use poison to control him? It's just delusional, even if the head of the family can obey, he won't ...... In short, he is a person who admits death, this life has passed bitterly, his reputation is not good, and he has not done a few earth-shattering things, so others don't recognize him as a capable person and a memorable person...... When the news of his death came, no one in the Black Mountain Villa would remember him except me...... That Yun Wuyue was at least singled out for another day of public sacrifice, Zhang Mengmeng's sweet-mouthed little slippery head can still have a separate rank, standing on the desk of the head!" Ghost Liming said softly, his voice was like a gossamer outside the sky, and like the last cry of the dead, showing an insignificant weakness. The old man's tears flowed, the color of blood.

"Boy!" Ghost Li Ming suddenly roared, and the muscles and wrinkles of his face twisted together into the mask of the Skeleton Emperor: "You listen well......! However, Wei Wuliang, he looks ordinary in this life, but he is by no means an ordinary person! He can make up his mind to sacrifice himself and give you all his cultivation -- this courage is by no means something that a demonic warrior can have! He has failed in this life, but he is not an incompetent person! Since you have accepted his benefits, give it to him, give it to me, and live a clear life for yourself! You must know that his "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" is the only correct "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" in this world! That is a peerless school that balances the outburst with the weakness that follows, and can truly achieve that no matter how you use it, it will never hurt your internal organs and move the foundation! In the Demon Pavilion, from the first patriarch to the present, to this day, he is the only one who has done this! Neither Sakura Shixuan, nor the cover door, even the old man and me, or even the first patriarch who founded this divine skill, have not done this!"

Oni said excitedly, his distorted face with blood and tears on it, looking a bit like the undead king of the undead plane. Yinchen listened to his reprimand, he could only nod silently, but he could only sigh in his heart, he was a mage, and the magic he released was only powerful or weak, and it was the difference between hitting or not, unless he died, where could there be any backlash, and the method of balancing and backlash that Wei Wuliang had studied all his life was of no use to him at all.

However, it was only after listening to Ghost Liming's explanation that he knew how terrifying Wei Wuliang was. When he fought with Wei Wuliang back then, he saw that the old man burst out with an astonishing breath, rushing over like a tank, if it weren't for his silver dust gritting his teeth and stomping his feet to leapfrog the launch realm, I'm afraid he wouldn't be alive now. At that time, Yinchen only thought that Wei Wuliang had used some kind of ordinary Demon Power Pavilion Divine Skill, and as long as his breath was not interrupted, he could continue to attack with high intensity, but now that he thought about it, he realized that it was not the same thing at all. From the stone hall to the end of the Blood Prison, his old man has always maintained the explosive state of the disintegration of the Heavenly Demon, and every attack is 5 times his own strength! In contrast, the Sakura Shixuan that Yinchen saw in the prophecy did not add up to a minute when he used the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", but he made it seem as if he wanted to be generous and righteous, this gap is not small.

"Come on, you and I have a pot of wine, let's pay tribute to my old friend, who is also your master......" Ghost Li Ming personally took a pot of wine, toasted half of it with silver dust, and then poured the other half into a brazier, put paper money, and lit a fire.

"Oh yes. At the same time as the last bit of red embers in the brazier dimmed, the ghost old man turned his face to Yinchen and asked, as if he had just remembered, "The old man heard you say that Zhang Mengmeng gave you a dream before she slipped away?

"Exactly, she seems to have said that what kind of Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa Soul Splitting Reincarnation Divine Dao she cultivated?"

"Then did she give you a statue, or some little figure?" the old ghost's eyes leaked a lot of unknown light.

"yes, how did the seniors know? I thought it was just a toy, so I didn't mention it......"

"It doesn't matter. Ghost Liming waved his hand casually: "The old man asked you this, just to determine whether she practiced the "Soul Splitting Reincarnation Shinto", and now it seems that eight or nine are not far from ten." ”

"What are the differences between this miraculous feat?

"It's not a memory, it's just a possibility. The ghost elder said firmly: "It is said that three thousand years ago, or earlier, there was a great supernatural person in this world called Zifeng Idler, who invented a kind of magic skill that can bring the dead back to life, that is, to keep the soul of a person somewhere, let the body decay, and after thousands of years, the soul can still be resurrected in some form, walk in the world, and let himself span thousands of years out of thin air." That person was successfully resurrected a hundred years ago, and his name is Purple Wind Sanren. He wasn't actually a member of the Purple Blood God Sect, but he was just attached to a junior disciple of the Purple Blood God Sect, and relying on his eyesight and knowledge, he was mixed up in the position of head of the sect...... What the old man means is that your sister Zhang Mengmeng can actually be resurrected in this way. ”

"Resurrection?" Silverdust's voice was hollow: "Resurrection...... Is it?"

"What? You don't want her to come back to life?"

"What qualifications do I have to expect from this? I'm not the Pope of the Vatrentine. Silver Dust burst out of his mouth, then reacted again, and quickly changed his words: "I mean, there won't be any side effects, or what price does it have to pay?"

"Probably not, that's just a miracle, it is said that as long as the soul is placed in a suitable place to raise corpses, there will be a chance to resurrect in case...... The old man thought, there is a protégé who seems to be able to use such a divine skill, but such a divine skill cannot be taught unless he practices it himself, and the original secret book has been lost in the Red Blood Demon Realm, so I am afraid that it will have been gnawed by zombies a long time ago...... If you can think of a way to resurrect your sister and pass on this magical skill, wouldn't it give you and me the best of both worlds?"

"But, where the corpse is raised?Did my predecessor let me live in the grave?Sister's soul should have entered my body, right?" Yinchen couldn't turn a corner, he couldn't understand how the ghost old man became more eager to hope for Zhang Mengmeng's resurrection than he did.

"Well, it's simple, as long as you can achieve the Great Consummation of Distraction as soon as possible, the old man will have the means to hook her soul out of your body...... Your current strength is too weak to meet the requirements, and the old man is not willing to risk failure and forcibly do ......"

"The resurrection miracle is very important to you?"

"It's important to the man, but it's not urgent, he's not old enough to die, it's just ...... Alas, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read!"

"Then the disciple can only do his best. Silver Dust agreed, a twisted hope rising in his heart for some reason.

"Remember this kind of thing, you know it, you don't have to have a third person know about it until it's done!"

"Remember, ghost old-timer. As soon as Yinchen gave up his hand, he retreated first, and he flew downstairs like a flight, and in the corner of the stairs, he held on to the wall with one hand, and held his heart with the other.

"Sister, are you really willing to come back?" Silver Dust frantically suppressed his urge to use his spiritual power to stimulate a certain corner of the sea of knowledge, in his golden sea of knowledge space, in addition to the three major runes, there was also a purple-black shadow, and some distorted scenes appeared in the shadow from time to time, gray and dull, it was a girl's memory that had already solidified.

Compared with the ambiguity of the ghost's name, Yinchen himself is more aware that this so-called magic skill has great feasibility. First of all, Zhang Mengmeng should voluntarily split the soul, she must have saved all the most important memories in her life and injected them into Yinchen's body, secondly, Yinchen is proficient in dark magic, and also has a very clear understanding of undead magic, he can regulate his own Zhihai, even after Zizhihai's mutation, he can provide Zhang Mengmeng's remnant soul with the most comfortable warm environment, which is much better than the so-called place to raise corpses. Yinchen knew that in the deepest part of his heart, he had always held an evil fantasy, that is, to ignore the laws of the world, trying to awaken Zhang Mengmeng's soul and let her reappear in the world in some form. On the surface, he warned himself that resurrecting the dead was a cursed act and should not be attempted, but the desire and unwillingness in his heart still urged his instinct to make all kinds of preparations.

Now, it seems that there is an opportunity for such preparations to proceed in the name of justice.

"No, not impulsively! This is not the time to think about that...... I can't tolerate my sister becoming a monster like the Purple Wind Sanren...... What kind of soul splitting reincarnation or splitting body reincarnation supernatural power, but it is not as trustworthy as real necromancy......" Silver Dust adjusted his breaths a dozen times before finally calming himself down. His face changed suddenly, and then he stretched out his hand and forcibly straightened his face, making a relaxed expression.

He didn't look back, didn't give any more attention to the luxurious room upstairs, and walked down the stairs with firm steps. In his spiritual power vision, beside the ghost elder, a cloud of energy that he was familiar with and disgusted appeared.

At the same time, the ghost elder gently locked the room, and a foul-smelling demonic aura slowly emerged from an open incense burner, changing the image of three heads and six arms in the air. The head in the middle is the head of the old man who used to be the Red Devil.

"Things are clear. The ghost elder looked at the phantom figure with his teeth and claws, and a terrifying sneer suddenly bloomed on the old man's face, as if a parasitic beast suddenly burst out from under his face.

"Very good! I am waiting for your good news!" said the Red Devil Old Man slowly, his voice was completely different from the previous Red Devil Old Man, and he did not have any memories of this world, he was not a monster that the Red Devil had become, but a brand new monster that had never appeared in this world.

"And what did you promise my father?" said the ghost elder coldly, obviously, he had no fear of this terrible monster, and he seemed to have enough means to control this guy.

"To reveal a little to you, it can be regarded as your compensation for this 'small progress'...... 'Immortality' is located at the end of the final treasure land opened by the secret treasures of the thirteen relics, guarded by the [Crying Buddha], that monster must be dealt with with by 'supremacy', and you will be ......sent to death if you go now."

"What about the Shura Mountains?" the ghost elder raised an eyebrow.

"That's a treasure that has nothing to do with these 'heroes of my generation'...... Damn, the deity told you what to do!" the monster said, frustrating its teeth and claws above the censer.

Oni looked at its ugliness, and the crack let out a silent sneer. (To be continued.) )