"I have a grudge, and my husband thought that when he was young. ”

Nezu savored the meaning of these two sentences of self-evaluation, and his expression was a little complicated and a little embarrassed.

After a long time, he said, "The Buddha-figure has checked your experience, and at least three times you will die. ”

Thirteen Lang became famous as a young man, and his experience was spread all over the world, and there were many people who knew him among the demon cultivators; with the ability of Nirvana, it was not difficult to investigate.

"You are not dead, on the contrary, you are getting stronger and stronger, and you are living better and better. But did you know that this is weishenme?"

“weishenme？”

"There are variables in you, and these variables are things that even the true soul will be interested in, so that they can turn evil into good again and again. ”

Nezu said seriously and sincerely: "You are still useful, you are still too weak, and those changes are not clear enough, so the golden crow will not kill you, the four-legged will not kill you, and the deity will not kill you, but also think of saving your life and allowing you to continue to grow." ”

The mockery on his face was even stronger, and Nezu said contemptuously: "Is it because of this that you feel that you will not die?" Or is it that for some reason, you are not afraid of death at all?"

The difference between a villain and a gentleman is usually only in one thought, and in comparison, Shisanro prefers to be like this, and the two sides are honest with each other.

"The younger generation is afraid of death, more afraid than ordinary people, the meaning of the senior, the younger generation understands, if the younger generation crosses a certain line, the mountain monarch is angry and wants to kill me, and then quickly, no one is willing to protect me, and no one can protect me. ”

"As it is"

Nezu's expression was indifferent, and he thought to himself, do you want to talk to the old man about the boring words of sacrificing his life to go to righteousness?

After thinking about it, Thirteen Lang said: "Because of this, shouldn't the juniors make good use of it?"

Nezu was not angered by this sentence, on the contrary, he was a little puzzled.

"To live, either to live a long time, or to live happily, is fundamentally to be happy. No matter to whom. If you know that to live is to suffer, I am afraid that no one wants to live and endure it forever. ”

"If you are sure that you will live long enough, you may be able to put aside the temporary unhappiness, because you can afford to wait, you can endure, and you have hope. According to the words of my predecessors and my own speculation. The younger generation may not have that opportunity. As soon as I grow to a certain stage where I have the ability to threaten certain beings, or when the changes spoken of by my predecessors are clear enough, destruction will come. ”

Thirteen Lang puffed up his chest and said eloquently: "What do seniors think is the chance of the juniors getting out at that time?"

Nezu was silent, and the sarcasm in his eyes faded and was replaced by a bit of appreciation and pity.

After a long time, he asked, "I don't feel like I have a chance, so I want to have fun in time." Let yourself live happily?"

Jusanro replied, "Exactly. ”

Nezu praised: "It is a good attitude to be able to say such tragic things with such righteousness. ”

Thirteen Lang responded: "This is the strongest point of the junior, as strong as the true spirit, or no matter how strong it is, it can't be deprived of seven or eight levels." ”

Boring struggles. Nezu thought silently in his heart, and suddenly asked, "After this battle, where do you want to go?"

Thirteen Lang frowned slightly and said, "What the predecessor means"

Nezu said: "The blood domain is no longer of any use to you, and now you are meaningless to the old man; The old man can give you a ride to avoid the pain of traveling, which is considered compensation. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to ask something, Nezu added, "That doesn't mean you won't die. The deity can tell you that the origin of the Purple Smoke Furnace is much larger than you think, and it is by no means beyond the reach of ordinary people. ”

There was no beginning or end of the reminder, Thirteen Lang was confused, and he only had time to memorize it firmly. Then he heard Nezu speak, "Let's stop here." Tell the old man where he wants to go afterwards?"

"After all, it's someone else holding a knife and I stick my head out. This thought flashed inexplicably in Shisanlang's heart, and he sighed, took a breath, and spit out the turbidity in his chest. He straightened his waist slowly.

"The seniors have the ability to send me directly to the outer lands, even if the ability is not enough, the juniors will not reveal these like the four legs, and they will not tell the golden crow. ”

“”

There was no pause in the severity of the paragraph, Rao is Nezu's mana was boundless, and he couldn't distinguish the meaning of Thirteen Lang for a while. After he thought about it carefully, he saw the sadistic smile that flashed on Thirteen Lang's face, and his eyes finally showed shame and anger.

"When do you want to go to war with Lingmiao in this battle?"

"This"

"Now, let's go!"

The sound reverberated in all directions, and at the same time it reverberated the mountain peaks under his feet and the surrounding halls, the smile froze on Thirteen Lang's face, and his body disappeared in place like light smoke, and he could still hear the cold snort of Nezu, and the call from the Gun King and others.

"You shall not live. ”

"Mr. Bao"

"What to keep, take care, save your life?"

There was chaos for a while, as if 10,000 years had passed, and when he woke up, Shisanlang thought of the word zuihou that called the king of guns, or the word zuihou.

"Or who do you want to protect?"

His mind was still in a trance, and when he opened his sleepy eyes, Thirteen Lang had reached the foot of Qixing, and saw the tower, that person, surrounded by pink and scarlet, and placed in a battlefield where you live and die, and there is no trace of mercy.

"Xiao, ten, three, Lang!"

The lazy voice is subdued, and the bytes are clearly audible but it is like a lovesick bird singing in the ears of a lover; the pink clouds are falling in the air, and the seven beads around them are slowly turning; looking up, there are seven less stars in the sky, as if they were taken off by the woman on the cloud with her bare hands and used to decorate her clothes.

The blue bottle has completely changed. The long hair, which had been draped behind him, was curled on both sides like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, and half wrapped in hoops to cover his delicate face, and the hair was windless but swaying, revealing white and red, revealing two eyes that were brighter and deeper than the stars. There are three circles of ripples in the eye, one after another, one after another, like a pool of stones thrown into the center.

Who is the stone?

Barefoot, bare arms, half-worn light yarn, round breasts seem to be able to swell the eyes, long legs overlapped as if they can scoop up the moon from the water, not to mention the heart of ordinary people?

Who doesn't break their hearts?

At the feet of the beauty, the silk clouds are surging like a tide. Imagine a sea of flowers, blue ponds, grass, swings, and even see a white rabbit jumping between fences, a feathered crane soaring under the blue sky;

Who wouldn't want to have?

Look around again. In front of him was a grand tower, with three layers of dark black light, and on each side was a shriveled zombie-like figure as high as three feet high, staring at Shisanlang's eyes with a vicious and cruel gaze, and his withered lips opened and closed and spit out puffs of black smoke, and the smell was almost inaudible.

Thirteen Lang knew them, Lin Wanrong and Great Elder Shining; The two overhauls that had been in power for a lifetime had already gone with the wind, leaving behind a pair of shells that were only supported by the angry energy, or spirits wrapped in human skins.

The tower is in the sky but there is not the slightest solemn atmosphere, and the three layers of black are like three erect eyes, gushing and spitting greed, absorbing and absorbing the essence of the four directions, and then turning into strips of illusory light and phantom belts pouring into the starry sky, merging into the stars in the sky. And the beads around that pink cloud.

Who dares not to run away.

"It's you, who robbed the deity blood tripod. Seven hundred years of hard work came to naught. ”

"It's you, who led the old ghost Lu to take advantage of the danger of others and destroy the strongest Dharma body of the deity. ”

"It's still you, Ping Chaowu will change the day and cut off my good opportunity to spread the message to the world. ”

The voice has no hatred, no anger, no ups and downs, no waves. Only calm as a mirror's coldness. Holding the incense burner in the left hand, the smoke of the three incense pipes of heaven, earth and man rises, and the blue bottle bends its fingers with its right hand to play the seven beads, alternating like rain playing the pipa and the piano girl breaking the strings as quickly, with the gentleness of inviting people.

"Xiao Shisanlang. You're really powerful, shameless, and poisonous. ”

The seven-colored beads transformed by the seven stars seemed to come to life after being smoked with three incense smoke, and their surfaces were flooded with water vapor, and each had a dark light shooting at Thirteen Lang's body. The attack will not sit still, the thirteen Lang Dharma body is used together, the body is like an arrow from the string rushing in the direction of the blue bottle, and all kinds of magical powers in the palm are used alternately to no avail.

Xuanguang is formless and substantial, does not eat fire, is not afraid of thunder, does not blow away, is exhausted, and integrates into its body one by one without any discomfort?

Really, isn't it?

No. Every time a ray of light penetrates into his body, Thirteen Lang's eyes will add a trace of scarlet, and a trace of mania will increase in his heart, as if countless fierce beasts have been activated, waiting for the moment of eruption.

"You killed the seventh brother, so that I lost a strong help out of thin air, you suppressed the Miaoyin Gate, so that I lost the opportunity to preach, you wantonly killed the believers of the deity, making it difficult for me to achieve my supernatural powers, and you also set a trap, using the body of the little palace master as a bait to destroy the deity of the three clear Dao methods!"

A sweet smell of virginity permeated the blue bottle, gradually spreading, and gradually enveloping everything around him. Blue Bottle's voice gradually deepened, the bewitching color on his face became more and more intense, and in his eyes, the frequency of the three ripples fluctuated faster and faster, and the temperament of the whole person changed rapidly, and it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Charming and pure, delicate and cheerful, smart and solemn, holy and obscene, she has everything that a woman can have, and everything that a man likes can be found in her.

"You are ungrateful, and you have forgotten how the deity helped you when you first entered the Flurry. ”

"You are unkind, and you don't understand the painstaking work of the deity to pass on the way of your life and death. ”

"You don't know what to do, you covet a young girl who can't even preserve her memories, and leave the tenderness of the deity behind. ”

"You are ruthless and vicious, killing my three junior brothers, such as breaking the humerus of the deity. ”

Blue Bottle's gaze was softer, her voice was softer, and her watery eyes were firmly sucked on Thirteen Lang's body, slowly pouring out her grief and unwillingness.

"The deity has been enlightened for 2,000 years, and there is no more left in his eyes, even the pride of the old ghost Lu, the head of the Demon Palace, and the blood thousand sorrows are not taken to heart;

The voice suddenly raised high, and the blue bottle screamed sharply: "These are nothing, you shouldn't have been, you shouldn't have appeared in front of the deity! You shouldn't have ruined my Dao heart, you dare to drop the root of love in my heart, forcing the deity to have to submit to Nirvana and fight for that damn chosen one!"

"You're damned!"

"You deserve to be killed!"

"You deserve to be slashed by a thousand knives!"

On the other side, Thirteen Lang's eyes suddenly brightened, and he didn't speak like a meteor shuttling through the scarlet clouds, his eyes were furious and revealing endless madness, and his originally slightly pale complexion was covered with a dense layer of red dots, which was the fountain of desire.

"Roar!"

The roar and roar sounded at the same time, and the figure of Thirteen Lang shuttled faster, colliding with two three-zhang dry corpses and a huge praying mantis. The violent roar echoed in all directions, and the two overhauls that were no longer flesh and blood were scattered, and in an instant, they were stitched together as if they were being pulled by an invisible force, on the contrary, the essence of the praying mantis, which looked more powerful, remained unchanged, and under the slamming, strands of turquoise blood emanated, and a door-like limb knife was twisted in two.

Blue Bottle's face showed a little surprise, a little confusion, a little hesitation, and at the same time a little mockery, or pity and appreciation.

"You've become stronger again, no wonder Nezu said that the deity may not be able to win, now I'm afraid you really have the power to transform into a god, right?"

"It's a pity why you won't listen to me. ”

Lowering his head and raising his head, Blue Bottle's expression became determined, and he suddenly smiled lightly.

Thousands of styles were revealed in an instant, and in his sight, Thirteen Lang seemed to see countless figures appearing on the blue bottle. The pride of the night lotus, the cuteness of Yan Meng, the naivety of Princess Xia, the beauty of Shangguan Xinya, as well as the purity of the little palace master, the coquettishness of a hundred flowers, the strength of Yilian and the pungency of the yellow flower girl. All kinds of demeanors open their faces, and finally turn into the charm of Thirteen Niang, revealing endless obscenity in the sacred.

No. If you talk about the power of reversing sentient beings, Thirteen Niang and the blue bottle at this time are not at the same level at all, and they are not worthy of lifting shoes for them.

"It's useless. ”

Looking at Thirteen Lang who was fighting with the two immortal demons, Lan Bei'er said softly: "Xuanyin and Haoyang are naturally opposite and attracted to each other; You have been smoky by the fire of the golden crow for many years, and the extreme yang in your body cannot be vented, and you are already on the verge of collapse. ”

"This is the center of the entire Blood Domain, the Kunlun Palace, the eye of the Star Array, and the place of the Ascension Altar. The deity has the help of the seven stars, the purple smoke furnace is a sacred weapon for people, and there are three imitations on your body that echo me This situation, no one in the world can resist. ”

"Yin and Yang are the way of humanity, you and I are a natural pair, when I take you into my body, I will truly become one in the future, and I will never be separated. ”

"I'm not the strongest now, and your state is not too good, I didn't want to be so fast, but"

The murmuring continued, the half-light veil slowly slipped down, and on the cloud bed, a jade body without the slightest flaw loomed. There is no body in the world that can be compared, there is no style that can be compared with it, there is no majesty that can not be worshipped, and there is no more crazy ambition that can conquer her.

The starry eyes are like a sea, the jade fat is like paste, the blue bottle stretches out her arms, her reddened skin trembles slightly with longing and excitement, her overlapping legs collapse to the extreme, and her undulating waist shakes the mountains on her chest and the bottomless fountain below.

"I'm ready and can't wait"

Blue Bottle's voice was a little hoarse, and her moaning call seemed to have been suppressed for 10,000 years, gushing out of her throat.

"Come, my love. ”

(To be continued......)