"Senior brother, what's the good of being a demon king on the ground, don't tell me anything about being happy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info That thing also deceives ordinary people. How many soldiers can there be under your hands, dozens of miscellaneous soldiers, and call you the demon king of your life, is it really true? Heh, you ask Nezha, how many demon kings on the ground can eat meat every day?"

"Senior brother, you can't say that, there is a saying that I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. ”

"Bullshit!"

"Those things on the ground were picked up by others, and the rest were either poor or sparsely populated. If one day I become a demon in the lower realm, just find a cave, as long as I can eat enough, it will be good!"

"Although I don't want to admit your words, it is undeniable that what you say is the truth. If you rely only on these words, let me go to heaven as an official and follow me, it will be a joke. Is Heavenly Court really good?"

"A scroll of the Sealed God List, the bound Heavenly Court is like a porcelain vase placed on a ladder, and the slightest touch will be torn apart. ”

"Senior brother, tell me, if there is no such volume of the Sealed God List, will the Heavenly Court exist? People, interpretation, interception, and the three sects are intertwined, controlling the four directions of the Heavenly Court, for hundreds of years, the Nether Immortals have continued to ascend to heaven, the Jade Emperor has coerced and enticed, and has endured so far, and his subordinates can be regarded as having a certain team. Since the West can put a Jizo in the Netherworld, do you dare to say that they have no idea about the Heavenly Court?"

"In my opinion, Heavenly Court is just a quagmire, I don't plan to jump in, it's better to be comfortable as a little demon king. ”

"Somebody has to do something. I sometimes feel that after my whole life of cultivation, it is not as wonderful as the life of a mortal in just a few decades, I am not a diligent person, and I cannot be pure in heart and have few desires. That's why Master said that I had been stuck at the peak of the True Immortal and couldn't take that step. After all I have been through, I still haven't figured out what I really want?"

"It's a quagmire, and I'm going to bring him back to life. At least prove that I'm alive, alive in flesh and blood. Tianpeng did not deny Chongjiu's rebuttal words, and said solemnly, at this moment, Chongjiu seemed to find that Tianpeng had a kind of light on his body.

"The Tao is not the same, there is no other, continue to do it!"

"!"

Later, Tianpeng was drunk, but in fact, he didn't drink much, only three empty jars, but Chongjiu seemed to see a weeping pig.

That day's topic ended here, Tian Peng didn't say anything about soliciting Chongjiu, and Chongjiu didn't talk too much about the situation in Heavenly Court.

As a fellow disciple, Tian Peng knew that Chongjiu had come to Tianhe to cultivate, and he was very responsible for bringing Chongjiu to a place, which was also the Tianhezhong Mansion where he often retreated and cultivated.

The entire cultivation place is a huge square, a square like a Taiji diagram, emitting a black and white light at the bottom of the dark river.

"This place is the narrowest place in Tianhe, the water flow is the most bursting, the best is soft, the most yang is strong, nothing more than that!" With a wave of the nine-tooth nail rake, a huge black phantom instantly flew out and landed in the center of the Taiji diagram, a huge pillar of light rose from the center, rotated upward, and condensed into a huge black ice-colored nine-tooth nail rake in an instant, exuding an extremely cold atmosphere, with it as the center, it began to freeze, and the naked eye could see that it was frozen for thousands of miles, and the entire Tianhe paused in an instant.

Chongjiu was stunned by everything in front of him, and before he could speak, the condensed heavenly river disappeared in an instant, and resumed its flow again, flowing endlessly.

The river water in the Heavenly River, compared to different river waters, can't help but have a hundred times the amount of aura contained in ordinary river water, and even a hundred times the weight. Although it is not easy to freeze for thousands of miles in the mortal world, it is not an uncommon thing, and the inspiration king of Tongtianhe in the Journey to the West once did such a thing.

Now, when this matter is put into Tianhe, the difficulty has increased almost exponentially, but in an instant, in the face of the raging Tianhe, Tianpeng seems to have enough strength to spare.

Chongjiu had to be shocked in his heart. Then the canopy disappeared, after all, talking to Chongjiu that day, he was still touched a little, and he was particularly concerned about his recruitment.

Chongjiu did not persuade too much. It's not selfishness, but Chongjiu knows that even if he says it, Tianpeng won't believe it.

Could it be that now tell Tianpeng that in a few hundred years, no matter how much you have done for Heavenly Court, and what kind of ambition you have, you will just be a chess piece in the hands of your ancestor. It's just a bargaining chip exchanged in the hands of the Jade Emperor, and you will become the demon king you once disdained to be, and fell into the grass for food and clothing?

Everything was arranged for the best.

From that day on, Chongjiu sat cross-legged in the middle of the huge Taiji diagram. Like an ant that only lands in the middle of a football field, the entire Tianhe is suspended in the sky or flows through both sides. The Stygian Water Sutra runs non-stop in the body, and the slightest black qi is attracted by the Taiji diagram from the Tianhe, gathers under Chongjiu's body, and is then absorbed by Chongjiu. The Xuan Ming Qi in the body grew slightly, and the Nanming Lihuo in the body also trembled slightly, as if it was stimulated.

Twelve years passed in a blink of an eye, and the state of yang and yin decline in the body was slowly balanced, and at this time, what flowed in Chongjiu's body was a red and a basket, like a double helix structure, the Fire Sutra and the Stygian Water Sutra.

The power formed by the two is clearly defined, but they are intertwined, circling and intertwined, no more, no less, just right.

Wrapping the two was a purple pipe, and that pipe was the power generated by the Taiqing Dao Sutra.

Where water and fire are intertwined, blurred into gray mist, turning into chaos, a bit like an inert gas, it is difficult to mobilize, looking at only three percent of the whole body where red and blue are intertwined into fog, Chongjiu feels that there is still a long way to go.

I felt it, I felt sour and refreshing like never before, and I knew that my cultivation in Tianhe was over.

Looking at the long river flowing on the front line, Chongjiu suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and it was not bad to practice guns in this place.

The Lethe Gun clenched in his hand, let go of the protection, and let the turbulent water of the Tianhe River hit his body. The sudden torrent suddenly beat Chongjiu to the ground, and he couldn't stand at all, without the Taiji diagram, the violent power was overwhelming, surging from all directions.

Deep at the bottom of the river, not to mention wielding a spear, even lifting a spear is a laborious task.

"I don't believe it!" Chongjiu gritted his teeth, moved the Lechuan spear in his hand little by little, the dense scales on the snake's body were opened, holding the spear, and the whole person was like a Dinghai God Needle, standing at the bottom of the Tianhe River, at this time Chongjiu suddenly made an unexpected move, that is, Zama Bu.

Practicing the gun first and steadily, Chongjiu seems to have returned to the time when he had just learned marksmanship, starting with a big gun. Everything has returned to square one.