The torrential rain poured into the forest, and the rocks of the Bhikshu Peak were washed by the rain and glowed silver in the thunder.

The huge ginseng fruit tree stood in the rain, the only fruit on the branches swaying, and the wind and rain swept through the gaps in the trees, making a mournful cry, like the cry of the ginseng fruit.

The little monkey ran wildly through the rainstorm forest, blood rushing through his body, and his heart beating violently like a drum beating in his ears.

The rain whipped its body, each one seemed to weigh tens of millions, and in the dark forest, it looked up at the raindrops falling from the sky, and its heart was filled with infinite fear.

The little monkey demon kept gasping, and it held its head, knelt down beside a giant tree, and cried in a suppressed voice.

The guests did not chase after them.

He looked at his bloody legs from thorns when he ran in the woods, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but remember what had happened two days ago.

That day, it wanted to be the guide of the white-clothed guest, but the guest did not agree, and after it was separated from those little goblins, it was lucky to take a delivery job, but when it passed through the Seven Peerless Peaks, the fog demon king, who had always been good at talking and obsessed with chess, stopped it.

The Mist Demon King gave him a task to track down the young man who had left here. He asked the Mist Demon King what he was going to do, but the Mist Demon King did not answer. The monkey demon was even more puzzled and asked why he chose himself. The Fog Demon King said that because you are ordinary enough, you will not be suspicious.

Because of the obstruction of the fog demon king, the monkey demon was late in delivering the goods, not only could not make money, but even had to post it upside down, and it was afraid of the prestige of the demon king, so it had to agree.

So these days, in addition to work, it will also inquire about the whereabouts of customers.

But...... Bhikshu Peak.

The Mist Demon King was once a subordinate of the Bhikshu Peak White Deer True Monarch...... It remembered the infamous ginseng fruit tree, and its heart was filled with a chill, and its stomach couldn't help but twitch.

Although it has always had bad luck, it knows that it actually has an extraordinary spirituality.

Its eyes are bright, and when it sees something, it even has a sense of fire. It can see many things that ordinary people can't...... It never told anyone else about this.

It had been hiding on the mountain before, watching the guest walk past the ginseng fruit tree, seeing him and the demon tree invisibly entangled in contact, and then the torrential rain made him more and more uneasy, and he saw many scattered illusory white bones on the mountain path where the guest walked.

Many people who come to the City of Ten Thousand Demons for the first time may feel that the life of the monsters here is not bad...... But the real Ten Thousand Demon City is far more cruel than what they see.

It has been 500 years since the saint died, and the rules that were established back then have long been shaken, and over the years, those inferior kings have cast countless karmic debts.

The monkey demon hid in the depths of the dense forest, drenched in the torrential rain and shivering.

White Deer ...... Bailu Zhenjun shouldn't care about my life or death, right?

The monkey demon's legs were weak, thinking about the two little monkey cubs in the cave, he got up with difficulty, followed the path, and walked down the mountain.

Suddenly, it passed a big tree, and the face of the sharp-beaked monkey was illuminated again.

Lightning struck the giant tree beside it with precision.

It tilted its head, its pupils glowing like fire.

Before losing consciousness, the pupils of the little monkey demon reflected a picture it had never seen before.

It was a fire so fierce that it could swallow up the storm in an instant, and in the flames, the huge dragon corpses stood majestically, and the thorn-like bones swallowed the flames, like white chains, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens could not see their faces clearly, only into countless silhouettes of armor and iron armor, and its feet were full of bones, and those bones seemed to be still weeping, roaring, and flying in the fierce wind, all unwilling and soulless gods!

It was leaning on its back, like a dwarf white bone, and like a Buddha who was taller than the sky.

Ahead, a black sun rose from the horizon, and the thunder and lightning erupted as slender as the petals of a blooming flower.

The thunderbolt struck the tree, and the flames devoured its monkey hair, and the little monkey with its broken tail lost consciousness, and its charred body fell to the ground in a daze.

The rain engulfed it.

......

......

The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and outside its centered head, there were eight ghost fires hanging from it, and those ghost fires were constructed into the mask of a lion, and each face had different joys and angers.

This is the nine sides of it.

It looked at the rain and couldn't help but think of a spirit turtle.

More than 500 years ago, the rainstorm was a hundred times greater than tonight, and its best friend at that time was responsible for suppressing the flash flood.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage retracted his thoughts.

It turned, stepping on the tiles of many beast bones and skulls, and the armor it wore was like a knife, and its burly body was muscular, and it contained enough power to defeat the storm with a single punch.

In the dark place of Kanyutu, the hidden peak temple of the Ten Thousand Demon City, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng listened to the noisy rain outside, and walked towards the depths of the towering hall of the demons.

In the depths of the main hall, a demon king with a golden feather crown was also watching the rain.

It is covered with an armor made of feathers, and each feather is the life feather of the demon finch it kills, and the armor made of these feathers is already good, and when worn on its body, ordinary soldiers in the world cannot cut off a single piece at all.

It is the Golden-Winged Dapeng, the only remaining demon saint in the Ten Thousand Demon City, the Great Sage of Chaotian.

But it is not as strong as itself.

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint looked at the dark golden feathers flowing from the golden-winged roc, and the wings it gathered behind it were like two primeval heavy swords.

"You didn't practice the Ten Thousand Demon Trick like this, I advise you to die of this heart. The Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng looked at its back and said lightly.

The Golden-Winged Roc withdrew its gaze from the rainstorm, and it wore a mask, which was red and sharp-looking, like a crow's mask.

Behind the mask, the voice of the Golden-winged Roc sounded faintly: "I originally thought we were fellow believers. ”

The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage raised the face of a lion, and its voice became heavy: "You have swallowed the gods, the immortals, and the same clan, but even if you can swallow the entire heaven and earth in your belly, what then? The six primordial gods have long proved that everything in the mortal world cannot overturn the sky. ”

The Golden-Winged Roc looked at it, and a strange smile flashed under his mask: "Break the sky?" ha...... I didn't expect you to live for 2,000 years and still have such dreams!"

The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage was silent.

The golden-winged Dapeng said coldly: "What the saint failed to break is the real impregnable, and it is impossible for us to shake it even if we hit it to pieces, I admire you very much, you have not been swallowed by despair after such an era, but you also understand that it is useless to be alone." ”

"But without courage and blood, life will be miserable. The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage said: "Most of the enlightened demons in the Ten Thousand Demon City can spend their lives in peace a little, but we can't, we still have a long way to go, and our lives are destined to see the rise of the black sun with our own eyes, and then it will be the real despair." ”

The black sun rises, and the dark lord truly descends to the world, when the aura will disintegrate, the living and dead will be exhausted, all things will be deconstructed, and the bones will be turned to ashes......

It was the end of the day prophesied by the saints five hundred years ago.

The Golden-Winged Roc said leisurely: "I look forward to that day coming, it is the day of liberation. ”

The Nine Spirits Yuan Sage looked at it and shook his head lightly: "You rebelled against the demon clan five hundred years ago, the saint is kind, spare you from dying, and now ...... You're going to regenerate the backbone?"

The Golden-winged Dapeng sneered bluntly: "After the Peacock King disappears, what will be the memory of everything in the mortal world for me? I worship the saint, but I also look forward to his death! Without the protection of the immortal soul, I may still be able to find some fun in the heaven and earth at the end." ”

On the side of the mane of the Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, the dark blue ghost fire turned into faces.

The Golden-winged Dapeng felt the killing intent, and after its crow-like mask, a smile flashed brightly: "Nine Lions, I know that your realm is stronger than mine, you could have been stronger...... It's a pity that you were born with nine songs, but you haven't eaten or drunk for a hundred years, we are demons, not ascetics, if you continue like this, the nine songs you have worked so hard to cultivate will betray you sooner or later, when the time comes, you don't need others to do it, you will disintegrate the nine sections by yourself, who can save you when I see it, and who can you save!"

The Nine Spirits Yuan Saint was indifferent to its questioning, and it said in a deep voice, "So you can't pull out the holy weapon." ”

Golden-winged Roc's face was gloomy.

Before the saint's body was broken, he cut off the flesh and white bones into cold iron, cast four immortal soldiers, gave them to the four immortal demons, and then used the rest of the blood and bones to cast the city wall of ten thousand demons.

The artifact it received was a petrified bow.

All these years passed, and its demonic power had reached the peak of what it could achieve, but it still could not pull out the divine bow, which it regarded as a disgrace.

The Golden-Winged Roc sneered and asked, "You can pull out the holy weapon, but who can you cut it at?"

Jiu Ling Yuan Shengdao: "The iron umbrella is used to cover the rain, not to kill. ”

The lightning flashed out, and the thunder came from a distant place, reverberating back and forth in the hall, and the wind shook the bone carved dolls hanging in the window with a clashing sound.

"Where's the deer under you, and you're back?" the Nine Spirits Yuan Sage suddenly asked.

Golden-winged Dapeng said coldly: "That's the debt owed by Bailu, it has nothing to do with me, now that the debt collector has come to the door, it wants to seek refuge with me, I don't bother to mix, so I gave it two magic weapons." ”

Jiuling Yuan Shengdao: "What that white deer did has already crossed the bottom line of Ten Thousand Demon City. ”

The golden-winged Dapeng said: "Where is the bottom line of the Ten Thousand Demon City? When that woman entered the city with a sword, I didn't see anyone to stop it." ”

Jiuling Yuansheng shook his head lightly and said: "The sword cannot enter the city, it is only suitable for outsiders, she is the eldest disciple of the one in the sky, the Ten Thousand Demon City has been stable so far, they have contributed a lot, you don't have to cover this matter." ”

The Golden-winged Roc said, "What do I need to cover?"

Jiuling Yuan Shengdao: "Don't pretend, isn't it you who Bailu obeys? If it weren't for your instructions, how could it enter the five realms with its talent, and how would it dare to monopolize the ginseng fruit tree with its Taoism? ”

Under the crow mask, the killing intent of the golden-winged roc was revealed through the mask.

The ghost fire head on the side of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint's head was extinguished, and he slowly walked into the depths of the main hall, and said faintly: "I'm curious, in the future, if you get the so-called holy fruit, after swallowing it, how much power will you have, and whether you can pull out your unique holy weapon." ”

......

Bang dang!

The thunder is still ringing.

In the night of the torrential rain, Ning Chang put away the paper and looked at the dark clouds in the night sky.

Ning Chang said, "What does this mean?"

Si Ming said: "Do you understand?"

Ning Changjiu's face was gloomy, and he could guess something.

"I'm going to see that monkey, that monkey is so unlucky, brave the rain to deliver letters, don't die. Ning Chang sighed.

Si Ming replied lightly, her eyes always looking at the sky, looking for anyone to step through the clouds.

Ning walked into the forest for a long time.

A small fire was lit in the forest, and the flames flickered in the torrential rain, and were not extinguished for a short time.

Ning Changjiu's figure shuttled quickly from the forest, his sword eyes opened, and he clearly saw the traces of the monkey demon's path.

After going back and forth, Ning Chang stopped under a big tree that had been broken by lightning.

He leaned down, picked up a leaf, and sniffed it.

He raised his head and looked at the rain curtain in front of him, revealing a puzzled look.

The breath of the monkey demon was clearly cut off here.

But what about others?

Even if it is struck by lightning and fire, and the flesh and bones are turned into flying ashes, there should always be traces, right...... Disappeared without a trace?

Ning Chang wandered in the forest for a while, without finding any traces, he turned around lightly and returned to Si Ming's side.

In the heavy rain, the white deer in the forest have long been gone, and a large number of stone camellia flowers bloom on the mountainside, they bloom in the face of the torrential rain, blooming brilliantly and colorfully.

"Where are you going now?" asked Si Ming softly.

Ning Chang said: "If the authority of the Hades Monarch is really here, we must not leave. ”

Si Ming said: "Then you are going to live up to the kindness of the little monkey demon?"

Ning Chang thought about the monkey who had lost his trace in the forest and his life and death was uncertain, sighed and said, "What do you think should be done now?"

Si Ming said: "Go up the mountain." ”

Ning Changjiu frowned slightly: "Why?"

Si Ming said: "Before, we were not sure of Bailu's position, but now we are sure, in other words, we are in tune with it, pretending that nothing has happened at the moment, going back and waiting, and then preparing for assassination, is the most appropriate move." ”

Ning Chang looked at Si Ming and said, "You...... It seems to have gotten smarter. ”

Si Ming always felt that he was insulting himself, and said coldly: "I think you are dreaming stupidly!"

Ning Changjiu suddenly realized that he really had a dream to do!

The two stood on the mountainside for a while, and in a few flickeres the figure came to the top of the mountain, the waves of the camellia left behind them.

Ning Chang and Si Ming walked into the mansion as usual.

The boy and the girl stood in the doorway, smiling sweetly at them. They each hold an umbrella, carved in powder, and they are very cute.

"The guests finally returned. The boy opened the door for them.

The virgin handed the umbrella in her hand to Ning Changjiu and said, "There is rain today, but I haven't prepared a rain for the guests, don't blame the guests, don't tell the birthday grandfather about this." ”

Ning didn't take the umbrella for a long time, but just said, "Well, don't worry." ”

The virgin smiled.

The boy asked, "The guest came back so late, and I don't know where he went?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "I went to the nearby Demon God Temple and took a look at the relics of the past Demon Saints. ”

When the virgin heard this, she tilted her head and said, "Those are the real big names of the demon clan." ”

Ning Changchang asked, "Are there only four demon saints?"

Tong Nan said: "Naturally not, Grandpa Jinpeng is still alive, it is one of the most powerful demon kings in Ten Thousand Demon City." ”

The virgin glared at him and said, "There is no room for it." ”

The boy had a proud look on his face, and said disdainfully, "What can't be said about this?"

The door opened, and they welcomed Ning Changjiu and Si Ming in.

The two walked through the dark room, and the candles were lit one after the other.

The virgin looked at Ning Changchang and smiled sweetly: "If the son has any special orders, just call me out." ”

Si Ming glanced at it.

The virgin's soul turned white with fear.

You guys...... Aren't you Taoists? I'm just kidding, aren't you?

The virgin apologized and stepped back. Si Ming said coldly: "A little flower spirit who is not in the climate still dares to do this, it seems that they have a lot of support behind them." ”

The two returned to the house.

Ning Chang glanced at it for a long time and said, "I haven't been passive." ”

Si Ming nodded and said, "There is no mystery in this house, maybe the White Deer Demon doesn't want to startle the snake." ”

Ning opened the window for a long time to breathe, and the cold rain blew into the window.

Si Ming sat down at the table, folded his legs, made tea and sat quietly, and said, "Let's talk about tomorrow's plans." ”

Ning Chang sat down beside her and nodded slightly.

......

In the trial realm of the Vermilion Bird God, Zhao Xiang'er plunged his sword into the white bone in front of him, and the white bone had horns, and the flesh and blood condensed by the flames lost its vitality and fell in a swoop.

Zhao Xiang'er grabbed the bones of the demon sparrow, twisted the sword in his hand suddenly, and with a crisp cracking sound, the sword cut the finch bone and cut it into two pieces.

The head fell to the ground, and the bones rolled twice.

After the white bone died in battle, it was eaten by the flames in the body, and it was instantly burned into ashes, dripping from Zhao Xiang'er's snow-white fingers.

The walls of the air shattered, and the road ahead of it, which had been foggy, took shape.

Zhao Xiang'er breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat down in the middle of the battlefield as usual, recovering her spirits and heading to meet the next one.

Today's Sparrow is much more powerful than yesterday's, but it takes less power for her to kill it.

Does it have anything to do with that absurd dream?

Zhao Xiang'er became more and more convinced that this dream was also part of the Suzaku trial.

It's just that in the dream, except for the face that makes people love and hate, there seems to be nothing dangerous...... What is it trying to test me?

Zhao Xiang'er had a feeling that after she slept today, she would still continue last night's dream.

She was glad this morning that she woke up in time after losing the bet last night, but ...... Are you going to face it again?

Zhao Xiang'er bit her lip, reluctant in every way.

Why did she somehow become his junior sister! Hmph...... The sinister villain knows how to deceive people with rhetoric!

Zhao Xiang'er thought that she was in the Three Thousand Worlds, and saw some pictures through the mirror, and she was furious.

Fall asleep tonight, no matter what, you have to beat him up in your dreams!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang'er held the sword and set up several sword talismans on his side in case of accidents, and then slowly fell asleep and gradually fell asleep.

Sure enough, the dream continued.

Zhao Xiang'er found herself sitting in the same place, the scroll was still in front of her, she raised her head, but she didn't see Ning Changjiu's face.

Could it be that the person in the dream can still feel his anger and run away in advance?

Zhao Xiang'er was very puzzled, she stood up and searched the Taoist temple, but she couldn't catch him.

"Hmph! Don't let me worry about dreaming!"

There was nowhere to vent the anger in her heart, Zhao Xiang'er was even more annoyed, she sat down on the stone bench, puffed out her fierce face, stared ahead, and waited for Ning Changjiu to appear, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see the other party.

Never mind......

Zhao Xiang'er rubbed her cheeks, dissipated some anger, thinking that it was hard to have some lucid dreams, and the time in the dreams must not be wasted!

She spread out the scroll in front of her and read it casually.

Slowly, her nonchalant gaze became serious. Then, she sat down slowly, looking at the contents of the scroll, and there was light in her eyes.

"This ...... How could this be?" Zhao Xiang'er said to herself: "Is this the foundation and source of the Dao Fa?

This book doesn't seem to be thick, but it hides endless mysteries, and Zhao Xiang'er suddenly lost his mind when he first saw it.

Zhao Xiang'er took a long time to turn through the two pages.

She withdrew her gaze, closed her eyes slightly, and what she saw and felt was refined and sublimated in the sea of knowledge, turning into an unprecedented understanding.

Zhao Xiang'er suddenly understood that this must be something that her mother had prepared for herself!

In this world, except for the existence of my mother, who can write such a chapter that goes straight to the origin of heaven and earth and the primordial Taoism?

Zhao Xiang'er was in awe, she turned her head, looked at the deep hall behind the zigzag lotus pond, and guessed again: Could this master be the broken film of her mother? All this is also in her mother's plan!

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiang'er read the book more seriously for a while.

Well, the mystery of the avenue in the book is infinite and infinite, which makes people reverie. Last night, I patronized and Ning for a long time, and I didn't turn over the book, which was really a waste of time. In the future, you must devote yourself to the Word, and you must never do it like this.

Ignore him, unless he invites me to read along.

......

Ning Changjiu talked with the chief of the division in the middle of the night, and made dozens of plans.

Si Ming stretched his body lazily and said, "A single white deer can't become a big climate, as long as the old immortals in Ten Thousand Demon City don't get involved." ”

Ning Chang said, "What if they are mixed?"

Si Ming said: "If one demon fights, two demons retreat, and three demons ...... I'll just throw you over as cover and walk away. ”

Ning Changchang smiled and said, "Lord Priest is so ruthless. ”

Si Ming said lightly: "Who made you so weak? Anyway, no matter what, I can always get out of the way, you just take care of yourself." ”

Ning was used to being ridiculed for a long time, so he laughed it off and said, "It's still a long time, I'll go sleep first." ”

Si Ming frowned and said, "Why have you been so sleepy lately, what kind of dreams are you dreaming about?"

Ning Chang said: "What kind of sweet dreams are there? I just want to recharge my energy and deal with the vicious battle that may come tomorrow." ”

Si Ming's words were faint, "Really?"

Ning Changjiu nodded calmly, he spread the quilt unhurriedly, lay down slowly, and fell asleep quickly.

He returned to that dream.

"Senior Sister Xiang'er?" Ning Changjiu called softly.

In front of him, only the wind blew the pages of the book, and no one answered.

Are you late? Or are you ......

Ning Chang couldn't figure it out. He should be the master of his own dreams, he desperately wants to see Xiang'er, but why is Xiang'er gone?

He circled around the temple, but still couldn't find it.

Ning Changjiu's mood was much lower, he sat down on the edge of the stone bench, looked at the pages of the book that were flying in the breeze, picked them up casually, and looked at them casually.

Then, his expression became serious, and his originally relaxed sitting posture slowly straightened.

Ning Chang thought that he had read countless poems and books, but he didn't expect that there were such strange books in this world that went straight to the root of the Great Dao, he was intoxicated with them, feasting on the mysteries of heaven and earth, the purpose of Taoism, and he couldn't let go of the scroll, and only slowly returned to his senses after a long time.

Ning Chang knew that his dream would never manifest such a thing, and this must have something to do with the master......!

Ning Chang looked at the closed door of the palace and thought thoughtfully.

Alas, last night such a scripture was placed in front of him, and he only cared about arguing with Xiang'er, and did not turn it over, what a waste of time! You must know that there are many lives, the avenue is infinite, and the great beauty in the book is in front of you, how can you bear to turn a blind eye!

In the future, I will study seriously with Xiang'er!

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(Thank you to the book friends for the melancholy service to the heroes who reward this body!Thank you book friends for your support~)