"Chu Jushi, how is this method of the small path?"

The red streamer in the peach blossom eyes of the heart dissipated, and Chu Ci's beating heart returned to normal in an instant at the moment when the streamer dissipated.

"The method of "heart burial" of the small path, for those whose realm is lower than themselves, they can take their lives at a glance."

"Those who are higher in the realm can also forcibly force out the flaws of the other party."

"It's really a must-have for home travel, killing people and goods."

Chu Ci looked at the smug question, and his brows furrowed slightly.

If he remembers correctly, the bald head has already said that this "heart burial" secret method will cost more than ten years of life every time it is cast, and it is necessary for this bald head to spend more than ten years of life just to make a sample? This bald head is impatient?

However, there is one thing to say, this kind of life-consuming and awesome secret technique is simply tailor-made for Chu Ci.

If there is, I don't mind if there are dozens more.

A mortal has a hundred years, even if he starts counting from his mother's womb, he can perform it ten times if he is full of calculations.

But Chu Ci, even if you hang this "Heart Burial" secret technique as a permanent Buff, there is no problem at all.

Infinite longevity, trenches are unspeakable.

In the matter of comparing lives, he Chu Jiuge never coerced.

"Chu Jushi, remember."

In his eyes, there was once again a red streamer, but this time it was not to launch the "Heart Burial" technique, but to pass on all the methods of this secret technique to Chu Ci.

Skills picked up for nothing, don't do it in vain.

Chu Ci naturally did not evade.

And this "heart burial" technique is indeed very practical, in actual combat, it is simply a magic skill to create the opponent's flaws.

Between the two of them.

Quack, quack, quack...

In the round land, the silence is as quiet as ink, only the sound of the little white frog catcher.

Xiaobai was already full, and he was squatting on the ground, staring at the two frogs overlapping top and bottom, wondering what the two frogs were doing.

She vaguely remembered that the last time she saw this kind of overlapping scene was when she was in the east house of the small courtyard.

Tea time, the flow of flowers.

"Alright."

The conscience blinked, and his eyes showed a peach smile.

"I know you want to ask me why I want to teach you this secret technique of self-created pressure box bottom."

"Actually, Xiaodao did this for Xiaodao himself, after all, Xiaodao created such a powerful secret technique, if it was lost, wouldn't it be a pity, so one day in the future, I hope that Chu Jushi can pass this secret technique back to Xiaodao."

The words spoken by the conscience seem to be understandable, but also seem to be incomprehensible.

It's like chasing more, obviously after reading it, but it seems that I haven't seen anything.

This is his own original secret method, why should he let Chu Ci teach him in the future.

The conscience did not explain the specific meaning of these words, and Chu Ci did not ask, there are some things that cannot be figured out, and when the time comes, it will naturally be clear.

"Chu Jushi should also leave the scorching sun, when are you going to leave."

Conscience turned around, walked over to the puppet of the sloppy old man and the old giant, and looked up and down.

"I'll be gone in the next few days."

To go north to the capital city, you have to pass through Yongdi.

He was going to fulfill his last wish for the sloppy old man first, and then he had to go to Lu County, Beichuan County, Tang Shisan's birthplace, to see what the "Senluo Hell" looked like.

By the way, you can also go to the Jixia School Palace for a walk.

"It's a pity that this prosperous sun will soon become that human purgatory."

I asked my heart 'oops', turned around and left.

"By the way, Chu Jushi, I suggest you take a good look at this old giant."

"Perhaps, you will have something extra."

The words settled, and the bald figure was gone.

'Bonus? ’

Chu Ci looked at the puppet of the old giant, got up and came closer.

Most of Yun Zhongjun's puppets were left in the Dengxian Tower by Chu Ci, after all, there were only puppets of the Extreme Dao Half Heavy Heaven, and it was useless to take them with them.

Therefore, he only brought the sloppy old man and the old giant out, and since he got the puppet of the old giant, Chu Ci has not seriously observed the puppet of the old giant.

After staring at the puppet of the old giant, he paused for a moment, and Chu Ci took two steps back.

With a wave of his hand, dozens of silver needles flew out of his sleeve, all of which landed on the big holes above the old giant's puppet body.

Gazing slightly, at this moment, all the meridians in the old giant's body appeared in Chu Ci's mind.

A stick of incense time is fleeting.

Chu Ci's eyes were also filled with the meaning of enlightenment.

"Burning Brand."

"This old giant can be regarded as bothering."

When the old giant fell into irreversible demonization in order to save his daughter, the incident happened so suddenly that in the end, he didn't even have time to finish the specific address of "Senluo Purgatory" with the stone, let alone pass down the "Ten Thousand Trees and Flying Flowers".

However, he couldn't speak, but at the last moment when his vitality was cut off, this giant forcibly ran through the meridians, and imprinted the traces of its operation in the meridians with the secret method of burning fire.

In order to hope that his descendants can discover this secret and pass on the "Ten Thousand Trees and Flying Flowers".

Who would have thought that the stupid girl of Mo Fence didn't take this into account at all, and just dug a pit and buried her father.

It can be said that filial piety is the world.

In this matter, I have to thank Yun Zhongjun, a professional gravedigger.

If it weren't for Yun Zhongjun digging the old giant's body out of the pit in time, and waiting for the old giant's body to return to dust and dust, then this "Ten Thousand Trees and Flying Flowers" would really be extinct.

The meridians imprinted by the old giant with fire clearly appeared in Chu Ci's mind.

With Chu Ci's medical skills, this meridian law can be completely copied, and for Chu Ci, it is equivalent to learning the technique of ten thousand trees and flying flowers.

When Chu Ci was drinking and chatting with Shi Kaihuo before, he talked about this Ten Thousand Trees Flying Flowers, "Ten Thousand Trees Flying Flowers" is a unique study of the Mo family, cultivated to the extreme, and everything within its reach can be used as a weapon, and it is no less powerful than the "Divine Skill Hundred Refining" in the mechanism, and even more so in terms of ingenuity.

The realm of its technique is divided into three levels: a hundred flowers, a thousand flowers, and ten thousand flowers.

It's just a pity that none of the previous giants, except for the ancestor of the Mo family, has been able to cultivate the "Ten Thousand Trees and Flying Flowers" to the real "Ten Thousand Flowers" realm.

In other words, since the ancestor of the Mo family, the true complete version of "Ten Thousand Trees and Flying Flowers" has never appeared again.

With a wave of his sleeves, Chu Ci withdrew the silver needle that had fallen on the old giant.

"Since you have no learning, I will pass it on for you."

"This is my promise to you."

Then, Chu Ci walked towards Xiaobai.

Before leaving the scorching sun, Chu Ci had one more thing to do.

This is also what Chu Ci has always wanted to do before, that is, to use the last set of acupuncture methods of the Divine Pesticide Codex "Seven Seven Resurrection Soul" to recover the lost spirituality for Xiaobai.

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Time flies, ten days pass in a blink of an eye.

All the counties in the world, but all the gates of the cities that are still under the control of the Ying Court have posted portraits.

It was a lifelike, handsome face.

Side book: The sin is heinous.

Meanwhile.

The northwest desert, thousands of miles of yellow sand, the city of hell.

The moonlight was shining, and in front of the only gate of the triple city wall of the capital city, there were two armored horses standing quietly.

"I've taken it down."

"Childe, as long as you give an order, I will immediately behead that guy, and then lead an army of 300,000 into the scorching sun, kill the rebels, and help Childe ascend the throne."

"The second son of bullshit, but it is all eunuchs and warlocks usurping power, how can Hulai's waste He De be qualified to ascend to the throne."

Liehou Jiang Yue, with awe-inspiring murderous intent in his eyes.

Just an hour ago, the envoy of Lieyang brought the edict to the military tent outside the city, and read the edict of the first emperor to the eldest prince Ming Xuan and the martyr Jiang Yue.

"Uncle Jiang Shi."

"You said father, do you really want to kill Gu?"

Yu Mingxuan's voice sounded very sad.

In fact, when the First Emperor sent him to this border, and he could not return to the scorching sun without an edict, his heart was already half cold, and an hour ago, when he saw the edict, this sense of desolation was even worse.

He told him that there must be a deception in this edict.

But the subconscious was telling him that he was tired and resigned to his fate.

"Gongzi is His Majesty's most outstanding eldest son, and he is also the desire of the people in the world, how could Your Majesty kill Gongzi?!"

"Besides, in the edict, there is another order for 300,000 border army divisions to return to Beijing, just ask Gongzi, with Your Majesty's anger to swallow the sage of the universe, how can you make such a ridiculous will."

Jiang Yue saw that Yu Mingxuan's face was as if he was going to death with a cold heart, and he became anxious.

He knows Yu Mingxuan's temperament, he has been smart since he was a child, advocating the Confucian study of benevolence, if he can ascend the throne as the emperor, he will inevitably rule the world with benevolence, maybe the world can be calmed.

But the more advantages there are, the more obvious the disadvantages, that is, the lack of tendons in the brain, and the glass heart.

Especially for his father, with the idea of a monarch and a minister, he obeys everything.

However, regardless of public or private, Jiang Yue, the Liehou at this time, could not be in a hurry.

After all, it is very clear in the edict that not only Yu Mingxuan, but also Jiang Yue, the martyr marquis, is also among the deaths.

If Yu Mingxuan commits suicide, then he, the martyr, will he die or not?!

"Fathers and ministers, do not disobey."

"What's more, if there is an army, the land of my great victory will inevitably be divided, and the ninth brother will also behead the Manchus who Jiang Shishu left in the imperial capital for the first time, which is not an isolated wish."

Yu Mingxuan lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the horse under him slowly stepped forward, which was the only gate of the capital city.

Yu Mingxuan at this moment, if he is taken to the next generation, he will inevitably come to a diagnosis: major depression.

"Childe!"

Jiang Yue wanted to continue to say something, but he saw Yu Mingxuan's fierce clamp on the horse's belly, and the horse under his crotch galloped up, and it was actually straight to the gate of the city, which could be entered but not exited.

At this time.

On the top of the inner one, two figures stood side by side on the highest place.

A man in a white feather coat, with a bald head shining in the moonlight.

A person with black armor, the black gold long stick on his back shines.

"Wukong, do you think this kid is a little stupid."

Conscience looked at Yu Mingxuan, who rode his horse to the gate of Yudu City in the moonlight.

"It's empty."

The eldest grandson Wukong is nine and a half feet tall, burly, with cold eyebrows, and at first glance he is a man of few words, and his eyes are also looking at Yu Mingxuan.

"Okay Wukong, do you think he's stupid?"

For the culture of inquiry, the eldest grandson has no time to reply without words.

"I said Wukong, I'm your little uncle, and I don't have a few days to live, so can't you say a few words to me?"

The eldest grandson Wukong glanced at the bald head of Wenxin, who was half a head shorter than himself, and suddenly his eyes shrank, and his pupils trembled.

"Alas, that's it, you ice cube, it's not interesting at all, no wonder Senior Sister took a group of people to find the Son of Heaven, but she didn't bring you."

"Speaking of which, I don't know how my senior sister is looking for the Son of Heaven."

The eldest grandson stared at the bald head of the questioning heart, his brows gradually furrowed, and the anxiety in his eyes became more and more intense.

Suddenly, the eldest grandson Wukong stretched out his hand and dusted off the wisp of black ash on his bald head with lightning speed, and suddenly exhaled a long breath, the anxiety in his eyes disappeared, and he settled down.

The camera slowly shifted behind the two of them.

The infinite moonlight is falling, and under the ink-colored city wall, there are dense and endless monsters, which are frantically climbing the city wall.

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Qingguo, the new capital of Chuyang City.

Qingwang Palace, the small courtyard of the harem.

This is a very simple layout of the courtyard, three huts, east and west, the middle is the kitchen and hall house, a big plane tree in the courtyard, golden leaves, fluttering in the wind.

Whether it is the overall layout or the specific details, it is exactly the same as the small courtyard where Chu Ci lives in Dengxian Tower.

Today's Queen Mother Qing, Qing Ya is dressed in plain clothes, standing at the threshold of the east house, looking at the open space in front of her.

She still remembered that in the days when she lived in that small courtyard, it was in this position that she quietly watched the man practice swordsmanship.

It was the most peaceful years of her life.

Babble.

The courtyard door was pushed open.

Luo Zhiyu, who was tired on his face, pushed the door and walked in, and the current Qingguo can be said to be supported by Luo Zhiyu alone, and he is both a state and a general.

Luo Zhiyu's face was solemn, and he walked quickly to Qingya.

"What's wrong?"

Qing Ya looked at Luo Zhiyu's face, mixed with joy.

"There's good news and bad news."

As soon as Luo Zhiyu's words came out, Qing Ya's brows furrowed.

"The good news is that Yingting has already called the world, and Yu Zheng's dog emperor died ten days ago."

The words came into his ears, and a smile finally appeared on Qingya's depressed face.

However, this smile did not last for a moment.

"In the edict of the Ying Ting, the first emperor was killed by Brother Chu, and the Ying Court has issued a warrant to Brother Chu to catch the world."

Qingya's face changed suddenly.

It was only in the time of a breath or two that she made a decision in her mind.

"I'm going to find him."

Qingya's eyes were full of firmness.

"Qingguo doesn't need me as the queen mother now, with Chu'er here, with you, it's enough."

The current Qingguo has jurisdiction over three counties and seventy-two cities, and with the collapse of the First Emperor, it will only grow stronger and stronger, and it is not impossible to restore the prosperity of the year.

The royal court has been established, a new king has also been born, and the mission of being the bloodline of the Qing royal family has been completed.

If she continues to stay in Qingguo, she can't do anything.

In the years to come, she will find her heart.

What she wanted was to forget about each other.

But when she heard that he could be in danger at any time and anywhere, she felt that her heart could not be at peace, and she would go even if the fire was in front of her.

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Meanwhile.

Lieyang Palace, Dragon Rest Palace.

The temple was as silent as ink, and the moonlight entered from the eaves of the temple, shining on the ten-zhang square pool that was carved out in the center of the temple, and the scarlet flesh and blood in it were steaming bubbles, tumbling and dazzling.

A graceful figure, jade feet strolling on the side of this blood pool.

The skin is like condensed fat, the face is like snow, the waist is slender, and the green silk hangs down.

The upper body is wrapped in a god bird bandeau with thousands of ravines, and the jade and gold gauze skirt is divided into several strands from the waist, barefoot and jade feet, hidden in the meantime.

"It's perfect."

Yun Zhongjun nourished the First Emperor's Demon Body in this blood pool, because he had recently discovered that the qi between heaven and earth was soaring rapidly, and the limit of heaven and earth martial arts was also constantly loosening, and his strength could continue to rise.

Therefore, he had to wait until his strength was raised to the point of not moving, and then he would use this First Emperor's body to refine the elixir.

During this period, he will always nourish the First Emperor's Demon Body, so that the strength of the First Emperor's Demon Body will continue to grow stronger with the strange outbreak.

Barefoot and jade-footed, slowly stepping down the pool of blood.

In addition to alchemy, this First Emperor's body also had other gushing out for Yun Zhongjun.

His or her big mouth is already hungry and thirsty.

Yun Zhongjun waded through the pool of blood and came to the First Emperor's demon body, his jade-like fingers swept over the First Emperor's ink-colored pectoralis major muscles, and a lustful desire appeared on his face.

The god bird bandeau slowly slid down at this moment.

And if you look closely, you can see that the dragon claws and little thumbs of the first emperor are slightly swinging at this moment.

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Time flies.

In the first year of the Second Emperor, late autumn in September.

In autumn, the empty mountains are nowhere to be found, and the west wind blows into the temples.

It has been a month since the second emperor ascended the throne, and in this month, the world has changed drastically.

When the old lands of various countries heard the news of the death of the First Emperor, the beacon fire that had been faintly suppressed burned in an instant.

The flame of the world's anti-winning, at the moment when the second ascended the throne, completely burned to the highest point, as long as there are men in the world who can carry a hoe, they basically get up to make trouble.

Even those conservative forces who originally had hopes for Ying Ting, hoping that the first emperor would die early and that the eldest son would ascend the throne, resolutely joined the rebel army after the news of the death of the eldest son Ming Xuan.

In this world, it is a pot of porridge.

One word, it's done.

"Strange Version: I/VII"

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The old land of Yongguo, Wufeng County, Zhiqiu City.

Stacked green flowing gold has entered winter, and autumn is known by a leaf.

This is the closest city to Daji and Da Ying since the re-establishment of the Yongdi Daji Royal Court, and it is also a city that has just experienced war.

The soldiers and civilians of Zhiqiu City, with their flesh and blood, blocked the black dragon iron cavalry of the Wuhou White Ghost for three days and three nights.

Therefore, when the black dragon iron horse broke through the city gate, Wuhou White Ghost was furious and ordered to slaughter the city, and the entire city became a hell on earth.

"Slaughter the city."

Although he had heard this word many times in various places, when he saw this scene of human tragedy with his own eyes, Chu Ci still felt shocked in his heart.

Walk in this hell on earth.

In the prosperous city of the past, the stumps and arms were broken, the corpses were all over the field, and the blood was splashed on the door panel of the fallen ground.

Between the breaths, there was a rich smell of blood.

The wind is howling and blowing.

At the end of autumn in the north, snow is already falling.

Chu Ci was wearing a sable coat, and Xiao Bai's pink and white corset skirt was also draped in a white sable coat, and he quietly followed Chu Ci's side.

Those gray eyes seem to be much more spiritual, this is the effect of the "Qiqi Soul Rejuvenation Needle", although it did not meet the original idea, but it made Xiaobai improve a little.

For example, she was already able to open her mouth and say, 'To... Rat... Rat's words.

The golden sneat-rat that Luo Zhiyu gave her had died before leaving the scorching sun, and it should have died of old age, after all, the lifespan of this small animal was only about a year.

Xiao Bai did not crunch, but buried it in the pile of graves in the small courtyard of Dengxian Tower.

Further back, there were two puppet figures hidden under the black robe, following behind him.

"The strange aura between heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger."

Chu Ci felt the strange aura in the air, like a yin wind, terrifying, and this month, he found that the surge of this weird aura was far faster than he had previously estimated.

If you calculate the proportion of weird qi in the air alone, it has at least tripled in just one month.

"Something is wrong."

Chu Ci's footsteps stopped, and his hand stretched out from under the big cloud, feeling the strange aura of this heaven and earth.

Obviously, it was the north wind blowing.

However, this strange aura is frantically converging towards the south in the headwind.

Looking up, this strange qi turned into substance, condensing into rivers of qi and turning into the night sky, converging in one place.

"Falling Mountain."

Chu Ci frowned.

This is exactly the destination of Chu Cilai's eternal land.

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Luoya Mountain, under the acacia tree.

The moonlight shadow, the royal blue tassel long skirt, the chrysanthemum of nine autumns, standing quietly under this tree.

The wind blows the big tree that needs to be surrounded by ten people, and the sound of rustling leaves is in line with the sorrow of the end of autumn.

"I remember it all."

"Why are you so stupid?"

In the past, Feng Qiwu could only dimly perceive that she had a relationship with that person, but she couldn't remember specific things at all, and she couldn't touch her beloved.

But when she broke through the Extreme Path Double Heaven, when the confinement of "boundless on the other side" in her heart was completely broken, the long-term memories came to her heart in an instant.

Feng Qiwu raised his hand slightly, caressing the air opposite, as if there was a person standing in front of him.

In her eyes, there seemed to be a scene.

It was a man and a woman.

Under this acacia tree, worship heaven and earth together, and perform the rites of Zhou Gong.

The Taoist leader of Tianzong, who was looking for the "Son of Heaven", had tears running down his cheeks.

The strange aura of heaven and earth, from all directions, roared, and frantically poured into Feng Qiwu's body.

The strange outbreak has not only brought about an overall increase in strength among the martial artists in the world, but also an increase in the risk of demonization.

Greed, hatred, infatuation, love, hate, evil, lust.

In a single thought, you can fall into the path of demonization.

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