The majestic voice said: "When it comes to the origin of human desire, the deity is not absolutely sure. ”

After a moment of silence, he said in a gentle voice: "Is the Xuanmu Technique really as you said?"

What is that? The gentle voice did not say it explicitly, and the majestic voice was slightly displeased, and said, "What kind of identity is the deity, how can it deceive you." ”

A gentle voice said resolutely: "The concubine wants to hear you again." ”

The majestic voice didn't speak immediately, and said sarcastically, "You want him to hear it." ”

There seems to be a sigh in his ears, as gentle as the breeze blowing when he bows his head, revealing a bit of helplessness and pity.

The majestic voice said, "Even if you hear it, you will forget it when you wake up." ”

The gentle voice refused to answer his words.

The majestic voice asked, "If this can really resolve itself, what's the point of you doing this?"

After another silence, for a long time, a gentle voice replied, "The concubine body just wants to try." ”

The gentle voice still did not say it explicitly, and the majestic man understood her words, and the voice that did not fluctuate seemed to rise and fall.

"This son has the fire of the authentic golden crow, he doesn't know the importance of blindly seeking speed, the power of Haoyang can destroy the world, but it is also burning his heart all the time, and the normal situation should have died long ago. But he didn't know how to refine the fire spirit in order to ease the process. ”

The majestic voice said: "There are two sides to the matter, although the fire spirit can contain the firepower, but it is not a great evil thing; ”

The majestic voice said: "The lonely yang is not born, and the lonely yin is not long, such as replacing it with an ordinary monk." He has long been reduced to a demon of lust. This son has a ruthless and paranoid temperament, and he doesn't want to vent but intensifies. Refining the Golden Crow's Foot to fight against it. In doing so, his body became stronger. It also improved the ability to hold flames, but he forgot one thing: making fire with fire is tantamount to drinking water to quench thirst, and it is the real way to death. ”

Speaking of this, the majestic voice said with emotion: "The restlessness is invisible, under the forcible suppression of this son, the anger has been condensed in his primordial infant! He is the first person in the world. ”

The gentle voice whispered, and asked hesitantly, "A ruthless heart can suppress the yang fire?"

The majestic voice said contemptuously, "How can it be so easy. ”

Without waiting to ask, he said: "This son is very smart, when refining the scales, he refined the evil qi and made it into a magic weapon, which can be regarded as ingenious. In addition, there is a little dark fire in his body, and there is even a fiery sun demon fire in his own clan, but it is a spirit and demon body, which can support and survive. ”

"These flames are born of heaven and earth. Take out any kind of opportunity, which he can't ask for at this level. The deity couldn't think of how he could touch them all, and he dared to try to fuse them, which was really audacious. ”

"It would be nice if it could really be integrated. It may be a joke to be able to achieve a new fire that has never existed before, but even the true spirit can't do it, let alone him. Now the results. Several flames seem to be melting and not melting, and they cannot be divided into primary and secondary. It's a mess, almost hopeless. ”

That's it. The majestic voice said, "This son left the Ghost Lingzhi body, is he going to absorb the Xuanhan Fire?"

A gentle voice hesitated and said, "The concubine doesn't know his plans. ”

The majestic voice said, "It must be." He knew his situation, and he had to suppress it in this way. But this is still the old way, whether it is yang fire, yin fire, dark fire, dark fire, or demon fire, it is fire after all, and if it is fire, it must contain the side of destruction, and no one can change it. ”

"In his mind, he really shouldn't have made such a mistake, and the reason why he was desperate for everything, perhaps"

After thinking for a while, he couldn't find a reason, and his majestic voice snorted coldly: "That old bird seems to be rough and arrogant, but in fact it is more cunning and treacherous than anyone else;

Unconsciously revealed a little too much, the majestic voice realized something, and said: "This matter is over here, time is limited, if there are no other problems, hurry up and decide." ”

The gentle voice should not be, and said, "Can you let the concubine know what you want to do to him with so much thought, and what do you want to get from him?"

The majestic voice replied proudly: "What the deity wants, I am not afraid that you will know, and if you know, you will not understand." The deity doesn't have to do anything superfluous to him, as long as he goes on like this, the deity will naturally get what he wants. ”

The gentle voice seemed to smile and said, "For example, fusing the blood ding?"

The majestic voice seemed to be nodding his head, and said with a smile: "Another example, open the six gates." ”

As he said, these are the results of what is already known, but it is not the same as understanding. The gentle voice sighed softly and said, "The concubine still has a question." ”

After a pause, she said, "Why did you choose me, not him, not her?"

The majestic voice fell silent, and only after a long voice did he say: "Since you want to be willing, the deity will not hide it from you." This son will meet with the golden crow, and the old bird will not choose, nor will the deity. The reason why she chose you was not only for your own reasons, but also because she suspected that there was a third person in her body. Of course, if you don't agree, the deity can still choose her at most. ”

The gentle voice was surprised and asked, "The third, how could this kind of thing happen under the Mountain Monarch Sect?"

The majestic voice said casually: "It's not strange. The demon concubine is considered to be a messenger of luck, and there are not many people who attack her, and because it is inconvenient to target her, she has to start with her disciples. ”

The gentle voice said suspiciously: "Doesn't Shanjun care about such a thing?"

The majestic voice sneered and said: "Why does she care? One more person has one more chance, one more chance will have one more creation, someone is willing to add it, what's wrong." ”

The gentle voice pondered, "In this way, it is possible for other disciples to do the same."

A majestic voice interrupted, "You're asking too much. ”

The chill was pressing, and the gentle voice fell silent, and after a moment he said, "Then the third is your enemy?"

The majestic voice rarely smiled, and said, "There is no friend or foe in an existence like the deity. Whether it is friend or foe, it only depends on whether it is worth it or not, if it is not her. How can the deity determine that this son will not survive this catastrophe?"

The gentle voice trembled slightly, and asked, "She's powerful?"

The majestic voice replied, "Of course the person who can be cared for by the deity is powerful. However, he is arrogant and human, and because he is human, he will be defeated by the hands of the deity. ”

The gentle voice didn't understand this sentence, but it could grasp the powerful confidence contained in the majestic voice, so it was also relieved.

"In this case, please help the concubine to cast a spell. ”

The sound disappeared, and a fragrance like the first bloom of a flower penetrated into Shisanlang's nostrils, penetrating his heart and soul, and at the same time there was a soft and smooth feeling, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was brocade or something else. In a trance, Shisanro saw a familiar face beside him. So I wanted to turn my head and see clearly, but I couldn't.

Somehow, Jusan Lang's heart was occupied with anxiety, as if something extremely important would slip through his fingers, desperately trying to hold on to it. The slippery feeling around him became clearer and clearer, but the face became more and more blurred, until it seemed to disappear as if it was about to disappear.

Thirteen Lang stretched out his hand, his arm like a thousand pounds of burden, he stared, his eyelids seemed to have stitches, and Thirteen Lang opened his mouth. I couldn't make a sound, but I bit something.

The fragrant and cool feeling went straight to the heart, and there seemed to be a fire in the heart, and countless fire bubbles were born on the lips of Thirteen Lang, and he instinctively began to suck. He felt like he was sucking in some kind of juice. It flows down the throat into the abdomen and becomes a long, thin cord that ties a knot between the two ventricles. Tie something at the same time.

His heart ached, and Thirteen's expression distorted. The cord didn't stop there, like a fish swimming around in its body. Tie knots and tie something. Zuihou, only a thread remains, but it becomes a sharp knife, but the handle is an unopened flower.

The flowered knife wandered around, as if looking for something, and the knife burned inside, and he felt that the knife no longer looked like a knife, but turned into thousands of torches, and his body was shattered and in disarray.

The sharp pain and torment like Ling Chi seemed to pass for 10,000 years every second and every breath, and I don't know how long it took, Thirteen Lang was sweating profusely until he was completely soaked, but his expression was like a fish about to die of thirst. At this time, he didn't care who that face was, he just wanted to do his best to invite the cruising knife in his body away.

But he couldn't.

Shisanlang closed his mouth and gritted his teeth, biting still smooth and fragrant, sweet, a little salty, and a mouthful of fresh fish.

"Hmm"

A moaning snort penetrated into the ear drum, and before Thirteen Lang could tell whose voice it was, the knife seemed to have found its target and slashed viciously.

"Roar!"

The sharp pain of his soul being torn apart came, and with a terrible roar, Thirteen Lang turned over and sat up.

The four fields were empty, cold and cold, Thirteen Lang raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and listened to the sigh in the echoing wind.

"Tell me, is this it?"

Isn't it anything? Thirteen Lang's eyes were blank, and he looked around, his expression suddenly solemn.

"Is it a fantasy?"

Thirteen Lang lowered his head and pondered for a long time, the originally silky lines of his face gradually hardened, and his expression was cold and calm.

"Broke it. ”

Anyone needs a good body, and the continuous loss of physical strength on the mountain is not conducive to cultivation, so Shisanlang went down the mountain.

For some reason, although his body was tired, he felt that his mind was exceptionally clear, as if he could see through everything, and he would not neglect any details. When descending the mountain, Jusan Lang controlled the distance between his steps, and every step was extremely precise and counted.

Five thousand eight hundred and seventy-three steps.

He didn't know why he did it, it was like instinct, and he did it naturally as he walked. With this number in mind, Jusan Lang walked all the way to the place where he had left, that is, the flying ants had disappeared, and looked at the square.

He could also see the Gun King, Baihua and the others, who still maintained that posture and expression, as if they were afraid that he would not be able to see clearly.

Shisanro looked at them, stretched out his hand, and stopped precisely in a certain position, as if touching, as if looking for something.

His expression was focused and calm, his palms trembled steadily, and his frequency and amplitude did not change in the slightest. He looked at the other side as if he were looking in a mirror, and only said a word softly until he was completely still.

"Xiao Shisanlang, let's die. ”

Pay attention to Zuihou's words, which is the key to guessing the name of the movie

(To be continued......)