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In the thousands of years after Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Nirvana, no one knew where Di Ting went.

It is generally believed in the six worlds that this loyal beast should have become a Buddha along with its master; some people also say that her practice is insufficient, and she may have traveled in the human world or the heavenly realm. There are no more definite rumors about Truth Listening in the most evil Nether.

However, on the day when Truing Ting returned to hell, it still caused an unprecedented sensation.

On the endless ice sheet, there is the sound of metal and stone clashing everywhere, Raksha Yaksha and countless evil spirits cry out together; in the boundless crimson sky all year round, pieces of gu carvings hover in the low sky, and occasionally let out shrill and ear-piercing baby cries ; and farther away... Groups of bone sharks leaped up from the sea of ​​flames one after another, spouting large streams of blackened fire from their mouths and noses, echoing each other in an arched shape.

Those with low cultivation bases want to seek enlightenment and listening, while those with high cultivation bases may want to directly swallow the merits of Di Ting's whole body, but Yu Ge seems to be unaware of the complicated thoughts around him.

As far as appearance alone is concerned, her beautiful face can almost be regarded as indifferent, because the expression is too calm and introverted, without any emotion or desire.

That was an expression that Nagamo was all too familiar with, but it made her suddenly burst into anger from her spine, and the uncontrollable unknown fire soaked through the muscles and blood vessels, making her tail fin tremble uncontrollably, hard When the scales hit the ground, there was a clanging and crisp sound of metal colliding.

More than three hundred years have passed, and her master has really not changed at all...

Still so gentle, so indifferent, even the tiniest point of the corners of the eyes and brows did not add a single wrinkle, as if all the heartbreaks and blood and tears were just illusions caused by her own passion.

As if going back in time, turning the years back, everything was exactly the same as she remembered, except... Yu Ge's blood-stained robes and hair on the temples dyed with a layer of silver frost.

Even if it is an ancient auspicious beast whose cultivation base is unpredictable, if he forcibly opens the passage with his own strength, he will inevitably be injured. It is normal to have blood on his body...

But what about the black hair that is gradually graying?

Between the fire and light stones, the only remaining reason was like a sharp bone-cutting knife, which silently pierced Nagamo's bone marrow, and suddenly made her feel chilly.

The essence of the auspicious beast is a transformation of heaven and earth born by chance. Although the original body is a beast, it does not belong to any one of the six realms. The result of heaven.

Truth Ting naturally also has the common characteristics of auspicious beasts, with an endless lifespan, profound merits, and avoiding reincarnation.Therefore, from the perspective of the human world, Di Ting should not grow old.

The most obvious aging trend like silver hair, when placed on Di Ting, actually does not represent aging, but a kind of... very rare exhaustion.

All beings in the heaven and earth will have five declines, which is the inevitable result of the end of their lives; and the phenomenon of an auspicious beast with the same life span as heaven and earth may only be explained by its own will.

Yu Ge actually... voluntarily gave up his immeasurable merits, embarked on a path doomed to decline, and chose to perish completely between heaven and earth.

...Is it because you can't find a Bodhisattva?

Just for the sake of a long-lost master-servant friendship, can this little Truth be allowed to die like a new widow in the world, and kill herself for the only master in her mind?

The colic feeling mixed with jealousy and sorrow resurfaced densely again. Nagamo raised his head slightly, passed through the hundreds of ghosts and yakshas spontaneously lined up on both sides, and stretched his jaw tightly for a period of almost stern line.

When they first met in the human world, she was just a child who didn't reach the chest of the master. Now, even Yu Ge had to look up at her to see the eyes of that little apprentice.

But even in such an unfavorable position, Di Ting still maintained that strange calmness. She looked at Nagamo with eyes as soft as water, as if she had passed through countless years through the handsome face of the little apprentice. Ten thousand years of time, overlooking the afterimage of an old man.

She was silent for a long time amidst the wails of the ghosts, and then sighed softly.

"Sure enough... it's really fake."

The pity and regret in these words are so slight, so cryptic, but every word spit out from that red tongue is like a gigantic cauldron, which plunged Nagamo's mind into the abyss alive.

She stared at the thin bloody mouth cut by Shuofeng on Yu Ge's side neck, and showed a slightly ferocious smile due to extreme anger.

Knowing that the rumors about relics are unrealistic...do you want to go to hell to find out?

"...Master."

Nagamo put his hot fingers into Yu Ge's skirt, and gently rubbed the fresh blood on the other's pipa bone.

There was an intimacy almost contemptuous in that action, Di Ting frowned slightly, and finally showed a little vigilance.

Moxiu admired the rare change in the other party, and smiled eagerly on his lips, almost a little overjoyed.

She approached half a step, and made an unconcealable swallowing sound from the depths of her throat.

"Since you've got all your injuries, in my opinion... Master, you don't have to rush to leave."

The Gu sculpture flying above her head seemed to have sensed it, and hurriedly landed on the ground. In the next second, only a piercing wind could be heard from the top of the zenith. A huge gray shadow condensed in the dim yellow void

It is vaguely a weird-looking alien, with a blue body, thousands of eyes and thousands of hands, supporting the sky and supporting the ground, with a huge dragon tail that is shining with phosphorous fire, winding and twisting, and the tip of the tail points straight to the west.

That is really... the face of the Thousand-faced Asura King that can only be sacrificed by a top demon with the blood of Asura!

This scene is full of shock, showing the most powerful strength among the four evil ways, with almost undisguised intimidation and coercion, enough to make all the viewers feel fear.

In the suffocating silence, Di Ting was stunned for a moment in a daze, and then even the remaining blood on his lips completely faded away.

"... Nagama."

She avoided the staring eyes of Faxiang's tens of thousands of red pupils, and only set her eyes on the clean and flawless half of the little apprentice's face. 7K 妏敩

"You...you swallowed live food."

There was obvious trembling and sorrow in that voice, but it was not out of fear or timidity... If you really want to analyze it, it is a bit like some kind of unspeakable, heavy disappointment.

A strange pleasure slowly seeped out from the severe pain, causing Nagamo to straighten his dragon's tail involuntarily, looking down at the other party condescendingly, completely shrouding her decayed teacher's dignity under his own shadow.

Why is Yu Ge disappointed?

Is it because the former little apprentice has reached an irreversible extreme on the road of becoming a demon?

Or is it because... she put on the face of a Bodhisattva, but did a disgusting thing that eats flesh and blood?

She softened her body, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, she lifted up the snow-white skirt with her delicate and slippery tail, tightly wrapped around Di Ting's slender ankles and trembling legs, and let the rows of flashes on the dragon's tail flicker. The thorns of the cold light buried deep into Yu Ge's flesh and blood like clusters of arrows.

Many years ago, she hid in front of the monastery covered with scars, and saw Master's pair of pure white bare feet like new lotuses.

Those feet looked so small and frail, as if they were floating on the unreachable clouds, but also made people want to worship and kiss, and hold them in the palm of their hands in compromise.

Now... She finally let the pair of lotus flowers be stained with blood and slime, and fell into the mud with her.

Compared with the first encounter a thousand years ago, Di Ting's cultivation has been so weak that nothing can be added. This snow-white beast seems to be no longer able to use its merits to save all ghosts and punish its disciples with its demon appearance as it did back then.

Nagamo brushed the other's gray temples, watching Yu Ge who was wrapped in her arms motionless, froze in place with forbearance and embarrassment, just like... the situation in her dreams all these years.

...do you regret it?She thought maliciously.

For a master who abandoned you to become a Buddha, you pursued alone, and struggled tenaciously for so many years, and in the end even the great merits that you were born with were almost lost. Have you ever regretted it for a moment?

Have you ever imagined that... that little apprentice who was not favored by you back then, and whose cultivation was degraded by you, would one day become your next master?

In a few corners of the top of the snowy peak, 24 copper bells hanging from dragon tendons made the last insignificant ringing in their respective directions, and finally gradually gave birth to spots of rust, and then turned into colorless in the air. of 齑粉.

Matou Yasha silently watched the sound in the distance, and quietly filled in the remaining traces.

It was a sinister and complicated formation, which only appeared a few times in the melee of the six realms in the ancient times. I don't know where the magic cultivator of the dragon tail heard about it.

The twenty copper bells were all refined in the most vicious place in the world, watered with the flesh and blood of living people day and night, and hung with dragon tendons representing infinite power all year round, and gradually condensed an evil way that represents devouring and confusion. magic weapon.

All Heavenly Dao monks who saw blood in the eyes of the formation will be confused by the copper bell formation, swallowing their clarity, and falling into a cloudy and unclear state of stagnation in the day after day of gloom.

As far as he could see, Di Ting, who had his eyes closed tightly, was being drawn into the dragon's tail. Although the tail was slightly sharp and thorny, the posture wrapping around the opponent was so soft, so fitting...almost a little lingering. Smell the smell.

Let that demon cultivator pull out his veins, create formations, release news, and deal with it in every possible way... At least it means that Di Ting had a deep hatred with this demon cultivator?

But he looked at Nagama's extremely intimate and ready posture...but he felt that that posture was like treating a weak beloved who had been reunited for a long time.

Whether it's unresolved hatred or trying to use it, it is a better choice to directly suppress the opponent with strength, so why bother to trap the mind of Di Ting?

Matou Yasha buried the last bit of fly ash tightly with snow, but the strange expression when Nagama pulled out one of his tendons involuntarily emerged in his mind

It looked like being forced to bear the severe pain of Ling Chi, but also seemed to be full of some kind of... indescribable longing and expectation, which made the pain such a joy, and even the torture became a supreme pleasure.

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