In the territory of Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a large courtyard that is not bad. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's late autumn, but the flowers are still so delicate, but it really makes people's hearts feel a little better.

Hill, with long blond hair, slowly walked out of the courtyard, groped for a long time before filling a kettle, and then slowly began to water the flowers and trees. His technique is not ordinary, and even much more clumsy than ordinary gardening, just pouring the water down, but there is no beauty at all.

It's just such an action, but it will give people an infinite sense of thought and reverie, seemingly ordinary actions, but it can derive infinite charm.

Why can this courtyard still maintain such a beautiful scene when the leaves have fallen and scattered, and it is absolutely inseparable from Hill.

But in the end, the current Hill is just a mortal, or a waste. Just like the Nanhua Zhenren taught by people, it is already a miracle that he can still act as usual after abandoning ninety percent of his skills.

I don't know if you can regain more only if you have experienced the loss. Whether it is Nanhua Zhenren or Hill, their state of mind is much more open than the original. At least, Nanhua Zhenren, who used to be known as Xiaoyao, can't really be free, and he still has restraints in his heart, but now Nanhua, facing the uncle of Tongtian Sect, can be fearless.

The same is true of Ciel, who has lost his skills and has been completely reduced to a mortal. Without the support of a body of mana in his body, even if he has the so-called demon god body, he needs to constantly eat to replenish his energy, he also needs to sleep and rest, and even more, he will become like a mortal, having birth, old age, sickness and death.

Watering flowers and planting trees is just a pastime in his daily life. The Dao Foundation was destroyed, and there was no way to cultivate anymore, so it was better to do some ordinary things and relax your state of mind.

On one side of the courtyard, the Pengbei Commander and the Holy Infant Commander, now that they have no one under them, it is better to call them the Pengbei Demon King and the Red Child. The two of them quietly watched Ciel's every move, and there seemed to be something indescribable and inexplicable in their eyes, as if they understood something, and as if they couldn't figure out anything.

It is in this paradoxical state that their realm and strength are soaring at an extremely exaggerated speed. It's as if what they watched was not Hill watering the flowers there, but Dao Ancestor Hongjun preaching at the opening altar to evolve the way of heaven. Hill's every move seems ordinary, but in the ordinary, there is infinite truth.

Compared to the two of them watching with relish and fascination, the Black Wind Demon King did not have such a good interest. He is so coarse that even if he makes this truth ten times simpler, he doesn't bother to watch it. Rough people already have their own way of comprehension.

There is a martial arts arena at the back of the small courtyard, where the Black Wind Demon King is constantly slashing one knife after another. Each knife is slashed out with all his might and without reservation, following the knife momentum of Mu Ran's "one knife" in the past.

In front of him, there was an extremely primitive stone, on which countless knife lines had been cut out of crooked and twisted directions. This stone was obtained by Mo Yin and Mo Gonggong with some means, and there was nothing left except for a hard effect.

In the beginning, the Black Wind Demon King tried his best, but he couldn't leave even the slightest trace on the stone. And now, with a full force, he has been able to leave a shallow scar on the stone.

Progress, such an achievement, is a great progress. Maybe the Black Wind Demon King himself didn't know that his realm and strength had unknowingly reached the edge of Da Luo Jin Xian, and he was just one step away.

In the dark room in the backyard, an old man was enclosed.

The reason why he is said to be an old man is because the appearance he shows is much older than that of Taishang Laojun, the wrinkled skin is stacked layer by layer, and the thin arms make his whole person like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished anytime and anywhere.

The old man held a knife in his hand, a knife that he would never leave his side. The curved blade is like a crescent moon, and it actually emits a little light in the darkness, which is obviously not ordinary.

With his eyes tightly closed, in the darkness, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the old man's heavy gasping there, and the occasional sigh that would only come after a long time.

The old man is the last barrier of this courtyard.

Only he can unknowingly and easily kill countless people from all walks of life who want to peep here.

Among these people, there are even the newly promoted ancient Buddhas of Buddhism, the quasi-saints who have taken refuge in the heavenly court, the demon gods under Solomon's throne, and a twelve-winged archangel of the divine court.

Because of the existence of such an old man, those big forces who don't know what is going on will not dare to act arbitrarily in the territory of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Perhaps, only the old man himself knows that he is old, he is already too old to support it for long.

Perhaps, some people can know that the old man is the famous demon sword, but except for a few big people in the Central World in the past, very few people know that he is the Rakshasa .

Rakshasa, the prince who used to be beautiful, the killer who kills people invisibly, but does things extremely principled, is now gray-haired and dying.

"If you don't come back, maybe you won't have time to see me. In the darkness, no one could hear him, and the old man barely supported his body with a knife, muttering to himself except himself.

Dongsheng Shenzhou Territory, there are originally many small sects, small demons, and recently, there is another quite famous monster.

Red Tiger Demon, this is what the monks call him, and he prefers to call himself Red Tiger Mountain King.

His color is just the color of an ordinary tiger, and the reason why he is called a red tiger is because in his heart, he always thinks about his benefactor, the benefactor who saved his family.

The crimson robe, even after all this time, he could still remember it clearly. If it weren't for him, maybe he and his mother would have been reduced to spirit beasts in captivity by those damned righteous monks, and it would be more likely that they would have taken Neidan and reduced to corpses.

Decades, for a monster, it is just a snap of a finger, but it is enough for the Red Tiger Mountain Monarch to cultivate a demon method to a height that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

All he has to do is repay his kindness.

Originally, in Scott's World, in a small tavern, the man in white was sipping a nice glass of rum with a little sigh.

The smile of joy and joy on his face can be seen that it is definitely not false or contrived, but the kind that really comes from the heart.

Almost everyone around him was infected by his emotions, and they also became excited and joyful.

"Fire Spirit Emperor?, yes, even the demon face derived from my deity can be fought against, and you have done me a great favor." What if you are allowed to live a little longer? You are just a pawn in the palm of my hand, and no matter what you do, you will not be able to escape the shackles of fate. ’

'It's hard to come out, how can I be willing to go back again?, deity, you are in that endless darkness, continue to endure the torture, hehehehe. ’

The heart of the man in white smiled, and he really smiled happily.