After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Everyone started whispering.

Ling Tian's face suddenly turned gloomy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. If it continues like this, it will not be good for things.

So he shouted: "The witch should not confuse people's hearts here. The devil is doing the opposite. No one in the world knows it. Don't listen to her nonsense. Kill them. It is important to break the seal and open the path to immortality in the upper world."

"Leader Ling, it is only a matter of time before the seal is broken. There is no need to be anxious. Besides, the Demon Lord and I are just fish and meat on the cutting board for you to slaughter. If you are so eager to kill Chen Zun, do you have other ulterior motives? secret?"

Shen Ruoyan glanced at Ling Tian with a half-smile.

"you……!"

Ling Tian was so choked that his face turned red. He quickly calmed down and snorted coldly and stopped talking.

If he talks about killing Chen Zun again at this time, it will inevitably make everyone doubt his intentions. Anyway, the overall situation has been decided, so there is no need to worry for a while.

The stunning women looked at each other without saying anything, but Zhao Lingyun finally spoke.

"That's fine. Killing the Demon Lord without letting everyone see his crimes would be difficult to convince the public. But how can we let everyone see it?"

Shen Ruoyan looked at one of the women and said, "Ji Yanwu, I heard that your Shuiyuezhai has a magic weapon to suppress the sect, called Shuiyue Mirror. This treasure is extremely magical and has many uses. One of its magical powers can illuminate the past. , might as well use it on the Demon Lord."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Ji Yanwu.

Ji Yanwu is the current master of Shuiyuezhai. She has a beautiful voice, a cold voice, and an ethereal and elegant temperament. She is famous for her cold beauty. She is also one of the top Mahayana monks.

Seeing this, she said calmly: "The Demon Lord and I have sworn hatred. If you don't tell me, I will use this treasure to expose the Demon Lord's crimes."

After saying that, a flash of inspiration occurred, and a simple bronze mirror appeared in front of him.

There is no mirror in the center of this bronze mirror, only a copper frame, with nothing in the middle.

I saw the mirror suddenly rising into the sky, becoming larger than a thousand feet out of thin air, and could be seen within hundreds of miles.

It was related to the passage to immortality. For such a big event, more than hundreds of thousands of people came, but those with lower cultivation levels could not come to Tianxu Palace. In order to let as many people as possible see the past events of the Demon Lord, Ji Ruyan took great pains. .

But a white light flashed out of the void in the sky, covering Chen Zun and disappearing. The simple copper frame spiritual pattern on the sky suddenly appeared, turned against the time, and disappeared after a while.

In the void, it was like a stone was thrown on the lake, causing the waves to sparkle and scatter in all directions.

Everyone looked attentively, and someone shouted.

"Look, there's a picture."

Shen Ruoyan looked up, with a smile on her lips.

……

In the water moon mirror.

This is a lively mortal market.

A little beggar in tattered clothes squatted on the ground, with a chipped pottery bowl in front of him, watching the passers-by.

He looked like he was only in his teens, with unkempt hair, a neither happy nor sad face, and extremely bright eyes.

Other beggars either pester others, shouting "Good Man Bodhisattva" and telling their own misery to gain sympathy.

This little beggar was good, he kept silent, raised his head, and did not kneel down to ask for help, just like Jiang Taigong fishing for alms.

After a long time, there were always about ten coins in the begging bowls of those who wanted to please others, but not only was there no money in the small begging bowls, but no one gave them food.

An old beggar glanced at the little beggar, shook his head repeatedly, walked forward, threw a copper plate into the little beggar's bowl, and began to persuade him earnestly.

"Little Chen Zun, since you are in our line of work, you have to put down your dignity. If you continue like this, one day you will starve to death."

The other beggars laughed at him: "It doesn't matter what he does. This kind of person deserves to starve to death. Why are you pretending? Sooner or later he will understand this."

The little beggar ignored them, looked at the old beggar one more time, picked up the broken bowl, and left.

"This kid..."

When the old beggar saw this, he couldn't help but sigh.

Then, the screen changed.

The little beggar named Chen Zun took a copper plate given by the old beggar and bought a steamed bun. He ate half of the bun and was reluctant to eat the remaining half, so he put it back in his arms.

If he eats it, he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow, and if he doesn't have anything to eat, this half steamed bun can last him one more day.

Night fell quickly, and little Chen Zun drove a car and ran to a ruined temple.

This temple has been abandoned for who knows how many years. There is a headless mud body inside, the doors and windows are broken, and there is dust and cobwebs everywhere.

The dirty and dilapidated temple looked particularly gloomy and terrifying in the dark night.

Little Chen Zun was not afraid at all. He was very familiar with this place. He ran to a corner of the temple, put some hay on it, curled up his little body into a ball, and fell asleep.

late at night.

The wind was strong, the old windows creaked, and in the dark night, there was a whistling sound from outside.

Little Chen Zun was woken up by the cold. He had no quilt on him, only shabby and thin clothes. He was shivering from the cold.

His body was almost numb from the cold, his stomach growled with hunger, his teeth began to chatter, and his withered little face became bloodless.

Even so, he still didn't eat the remaining half of the bun.

It was really too cold. Little Chen Zun kept breathing into his palms and rubbing them together in an attempt to make his body less cold.

The night is still so dark and very long.

At least that's what Xiao Chen Zun thinks.

I wish the sun would rise earlier.

He began to look forward to the new day coming soon.

……

Outside the mirror.

"No way, this little beggar is the devil?"

"You can't be wrong. Judging from the face of this little beggar, he is somewhat similar to the Demon Lord. We have to believe Shuiyue Jing."

"It's not that I don't believe he is the Demon Lord, but I didn't expect that the Demon Lord was born as a beggar. If it weren't for Shui Yue Jing, who would have believed that he had such a humble background."

Everyone was in an uproar.

Zhao Lingyun's eyes flashed and she snorted coldly: "Hmph, maybe it was because the Demon Lord was born in a humble background and was bullied by the world that he has such a twisted mentality now. I wish he would freeze to death this night. What a pity."

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt that it made sense. After all, character is formed from childhood. The heinous crimes committed by the Demon Lord could not be traced back to his childhood experiences.

Ling Tian had a cold face and said bitterly: "It's a pity. If the Demon Lord died of cold like this, Tianluo Continent wouldn't have so many disasters. Dog thieves are destined to die, and the sky doesn't have eyes."

Of course, the Demon Lord did not freeze to death that night, which made Ling Tian very disappointed.

"Leader Ling is right, this devil should be killed in cold weather."

Others echoed loudly.

Several other women had different expressions on their faces, but they did not speak.

Shen Ruoyan stared blankly, her heart ached, and she hugged Chen Zun tighter.

Chen Zun, is this your childhood?

Are you feeling cold and cold now?

"Look, there's a new picture."

After a while, a new picture appeared in the Shuiyue Mirror.