Whether it is Chen Xi or Nie Xian, they are refining themselves according to the plan.

Chen Xi sat down cross-legged on the open space that was originally the Sword Forest, and put all his troubles behind in his mind. He no longer thought about how to get the girl out, but concentrated on remembering how he discovered kendo here at that time. Every practitioner has his own opportunities, and anyone who has them depends on whether they can grasp it. It's like every ordinary person, in a seemingly ordinary life, will encounter a few fleeting opportunities, once grasped will be soaring, but there are very few people who grasp it.

Chen Xi is definitely not a typical cultivator, he works hard, but this kind of effort is not the same as the efforts of others. Others need a gentleman to give guidance, and so far, no one has really given Chen Xi any guidance, he still has to rely on himself.

Sometimes, it's not a good thing to be so special that everyone is unfamiliar, because no one understands, no one can give you any advice, and you have to dig it out on your own. No one could fully understand Chen Xi's physique, not even the Moqiong Emperor, so even the only cultivator in the eternal ages couldn't give Chen Xi any help.

Because in a sense, Chen Xi and Emperor Moqiong are very similar in some places, such as in the uniqueness of their physique.

What is a sword?

Chen Xi once asked many people this question, how should the sword be used? Even in the mortal martial arts world of the Tianfu Continent, there will be many master swordsmanship, and they can also tell a lot about the use of the sword. But when you sink down and think about it carefully, many people actually have the same understanding of swords as other weapons, because they are all weapons.

Some people say that the most basic moves of the sword are, of course, straight stabs and horizontal slashes. But such basic moves can be applied everywhere, such as grabbing, such as knives, such as lances, such as many weapons.

Chen Xi recalled what he did when he was recognized by Wan Jian. But after thinking about it for a while, he realized that he had done nothing. It was Wan Jian's initiative to recognize him, not that he took the initiative to do something.

Swords, even the powerless literati like to hang from their waists. You say he's a weapon, but in the eyes of many people it's just an ornament.

But no matter what kind of idea it is, it cannot be separated from a purpose. The meaning of the existence of all weapons, the purpose of their appearance, is to kill.

There is not a single weapon that appears for the sake of beauty.

Therefore, every weapon must have a fierce spirit.

Chen Xi suddenly realized that the only thing he lacked in his sword intent was his fierce aura. He once understood the killing intent, and he once understood the ruthlessness, but this kind of ferocity has always been a little rebellious with his personality, so he has never really succeeded. Emperor Moqiong said, your heart is not big enough, and your thinking is not strong enough. When Chen Xi thought of this sentence again, he suddenly had a new feeling.

When he was on Earth, he was an ordinary man. But there are all kinds of unusual people on Earth, and some people can use telekinesis to take out the contents of the bottle. Some people will mess up the things in the house after they fall asleep. The former kind is the power to think. The latter kind is still the power to think, even if it is in sleep.

When a person does something, the first thing that comes to mind is what will happen if he can't do it, then he will have less determination, no determination, how can he be fierce?

Chen Xi is too smart a person, and before thinking about how to win, he will subconsciously think about the many troubles and problems he encounters, and if he fails, there is a way out. The more I think about it, the less determined I am.

Chen Xi opened his eyes and looked at the surroundings. Empty, there was nothing but him. In the gazebo in the distance, the old man who was reluctant to reveal his identity was still sitting there pouring himself a drink, as if he didn't care at all about what Chen Xi was doing or thinking. The old man is in his own world, and Chen Xi finds that he is also in the old man's world, not the old man in his own world.

So at this moment, even though the old man has no cultivation power, Chen Xi is not as good as him. Because the old man's thoughts are much bigger than Chen Xi's. Even Chen Xi himself felt that he was in the old man's world instead of the old man in his own world, so Chen Xi lost, even if the two of them didn't compete anything.

Chen Xi thought of the words that people often mentioned when he was in the Tianfu Continent, and God said that there should be light, so there was light. God said that there should be wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and so there was wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Why?

When Emperor Moqiong first started, had she ever seen wind, rain, thunder and lightning? Maybe not, but she could imagine what wind, rain, thunder and lightning looked like. At a time when no one can imagine, she can. For example, few people think about themselves outside when they are staring out the window in a daze, and there is a self watching them outside.

Chen Xi closed his eyes, and the surrounding open space turned into a grassland.

A thought blooms

At the same time, in the Mingwei Palace, Candle Li was resting on the wide black jade throne with her eyes closed, her legs rubbing each other a few times from time to time, and then her face became a little flushed.

She opened her eyes, her expression becoming a little irritated.

She beckoned, and two large dark green centipedes snaking and crawling over, then bowing down in front of her. She whispered a few words, and the two dark green centipedes quickly left. Soon, a young man who looked like a fair-eyed true god was brought over, and the clothes on his body had been stripped of his fines.

As soon as Candle Li waved from the black jade throne, the naked young man flew over involuntarily. Then the candle was pressed against the black jade throne, and the two dark green centipedes were entwined together, emitting a palpitating low sound.

The process of transformation of the teenager from the fear at the beginning to the joy later is very fast. Because Candle Li's appearance is beautiful enough, her body is attractive enough, and her ability is so addictive. In just a moment, the boy moaned out of his throat, and his lower abdomen swelled. Candle Li looked down at the boy on it, but the expression on his face was cold and frightening.

The boy did not open his eyes, and if he did, he would have the illusion that what he saw was not a peerless beauty, but a female mantis who was about to kill her husband.

Candle Li is certainly not a female mantis, she is a child born to the king of six-legged insects and humans. She inherited beauty from her mother, a powerful talent and a desire that she herself could not resist.

After ten minutes, the young man's face suddenly changed, his eyes were full of horror, he began to struggle, began to wail, began to beg. But it was already too late, and his body quickly withered, and soon the plump and handsome boy became a skin. His flesh and blood disappeared quickly, like skin and bones, and it made people feel numb from the heart.

Candle stood up naked, and her skin looked more crystal clear. On the throne of black jade, the young man had turned into a dried corpse.

With a wave of his hand in disgust, the dried corpse immediately turned into powder and scattered in all directions. She sat down on the Moyu throne in a bit of a distraction, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

No one can satisfy her, never.

She felt like a poor person, who had so much to want, but couldn't get it all. She closed her eyes, and the picture of her father and Galou lingering on the bed involuntarily appeared in her mind, and then she saw that the picture suddenly changed, and Galou, who was in the divine domain under her father, raised his head and looked at herself with gloomy eyes. Candle Li was furious, and the huge blood-red scythe in her hand appeared, but when she was about to rush forward, she was stunned, because she saw that Garu's face had become her own.

Yes!

Candle Li opened his eyes and let out a terrible shout, and the whole hall shook. The two dark green centipedes, which were originally entangled, were instantly killed by this shock, and the viscous green liquid spread out in all directions, covering a large area of the ground.

Candle Li was naked, holding her blood-colored scythe in her hand and striding out. Looking behind her, the lines, the body, are so moving. When she walked, the hips rose and fell roundly, making people have an urge to rush blood. But she is a poisonous insect, and any man who comes close to it will be corrupted by the venom.

Some people say that the more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is.

Candle departure, that's it.

She walked outside the Mingwei Hall and looked up to see the moon hanging in the sky. She knew it wasn't really the moon, and that there was something like this in every world that lit up the night. And every bug, especially the one that lives in the dark and damp underground, seems to have a worship of the moon.

When she walked out, the six-legged insects in the open space outside the hall receded like a tide of moon-like estrus, and none of them came near her. Because all the six-legged insects felt the cold and terrible killing intent on her body.

At this moment, Jialou, who was hanging on the bronze pillar, suddenly smiled, and then said something that made the candle almost sealed.

"People can't do it, God can't do it, you can try bugs. ”

The words of Garud are like knives.

"I'm not a bug!"

Candle Li flew up, and the blood-colored scythe slashed down, but stopped less than a centimeter in front of Jialu's neck. She looked at Jialou with a cold look in her eyes, and the latter looked at her not to be outdone.

After a long, long time, Candle Li suddenly withdrew the scythe, and then let out a long sigh: "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Do you really think that I am afraid of my father? In my eyes, he is not a father at all." I said that if one day my strength becomes stronger, the first one will kill you, and the second will kill him. I don't kill you now, it's not that I'm afraid of him, but I always feel pitiful for you. ”

Candle Li sneered: "Don't deceive yourself, when have you ever had pity for the pity? You don't kill me, just because every time you see me, you think of yourself." ”

The corners of Candle Li's mouth twitched, as if something had stabbed her heart, and it hurt her heart.

Jialou looked at the pure and beautiful face of the candle under the moonlight, and shook his head: "Your pity is not the pity of others, but your own pity." Pathetic, you're completely distorted. I'm tormented by you every day, but every time I see you, I'm not angry, because what you're torturing may be another self in your heart, right?"

Candle Li spun around, then slashed down.

Thousands of six-legged insects turned into ashes in an instant.

Garud laughed, smiling so proudly. It's as if she is the proud victor who is hung naked and scarred on a copper pillar. And the powerful candle who has no opponent in the Divine Domain is just a pitiful worm.

"Poor worm. ”

Garu said.

When she said the word worm, her tone was extraordinarily heavy.