Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

"Hongye and Hu Shisan have been fighting in that ruins for nearly a thousand years, trying to kill him over and over again."

"The more you kill, the stronger you become."

Thirteen Yao closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly:

"So weak, they both thought they were going to die."

"At this time, Xia Qingshan came"

"He did not enter the ruins, and did not know what happened to him, but his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Transformation of the Spirit. He picked up the butcher knife and dismembered Luo thousands of times. The mountains became abysses, the rivers dried up, and the fertile soil turned into sand."

"Xia Qingshan is dead"

"The butcher is dead! He sacrificed his soul, took away Luo's soul, and let Hongye and Hu Shisan know what the knife coin is."

"【Longevity Knife Coin], a mysterious object beyond magical instruments and spiritual treasures"

"It can turn killing intent into vitality, and the skills of Changsheng Tower are to turn vitality into cultivation."

Thirteen Yao shook his head.

"This is the sorrow of the ignorant."

"But life has come."

"If the [Eternal Life Knife Coin] is truly incomprehensible, then the Netherworld Tower cannot exist in the same era as the Eternal Life Tower."

"They explored the ruins of the Netherworld Tower again in detail. As expected, when they came out again, Hongye had changed her clothes."

"The embroidered cloud gauze is as white as pale paper when still, and precious money follows when moving"

"It is called [Ghost Money Fontanel], it can capture souls and spirits, and is a mysterious city in the ghost domain. This is the mystery of the Netherworld Building."

When he said this, Thirteen Yao's mouth finally showed some smile.

"The two won, and although they could not kill Luo, they hung him on a mountain of gold and silver in a mysterious city full of ghosts."

"I won, but thousands of years have passed."

Thirteen Yao stopped with emotion, as if he was unwilling to give up that memory.

Then he slowly turned his head to look at Chen Huan, his eyes like the abyss, and asked softly:

"Are you curious?"

Chen Huan was slightly stunned. What was he curious about? What secrets were there in the ancient stories? He thought quickly, trying to find out the metaphors.

But before Chen Huan could answer, Thirteen Yao spoke again:

"The two of them, one set up the Ghost Control Gate, and the other set up the Demon Palace Gate."

Chen Huan was shocked, his eyes suddenly widened, staring at Thirteen Yao, trying to see teasing in his expression, but there was none, Thirteen Yao was very calm.

As if seeing the shock in Chen Huan's eyes, Thirteen Yao laughed softly and said:

"Young man, how about the story?"

Chen Huan's mind was in a mess. All this broke his understanding of the rules of cultivation. He looked at the face of the young man in front of him and was a little bit unbelievable.

If what Thirteen Yao said was true, from the ignorance of cultivation to the prosperous era of cultivation today, then the Thirteen Yao in front of him had lived for tens of thousands or even more than 100,000 years!!

Soon he slowly calmed down, twitched his cheek, and replied with a smile:

"The Yaofu Sect has a long history and profound heritage, which is a consensus of the world. It's a pity that the life span of a Divine Transformation cultivator is only three thousand years, and even some of them can only live for five or six thousand years. If that senior Hu Shisan were still alive, he would definitely be very happy to see the sect master making the sect so prosperous."

Shisanyao glanced at him and smiled, and continued to narrate the story:

"We two have been fighting with the ancient monk Luo for thousands of years. When we reappeared in Southern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang was controlled by the other two."

"One of them was a beggar from the countryside. He had a staff from the Tianzi Secret Realm. The staff controlled the starlight from outer space, and each strike could transcend the limits of the Divine Transformation Cultivation Level."

After saying that, he glanced at Murong Jing who was lying on the chair and said:

"One is a prostitute in a brothel, who is a master of blood magic, and is said to be able to be reborn with a drop of blood, and is immortal."

He twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, as if the long years had stiffened his neck.

"After coming out, I realized that the immortals who had descended had been dismembered by Xia Qingshan."

"He really went to ask for the Dharma, and the Dharma was to let them live in the dark like mice in this world."

Thirteen Yao shook his head and laughed.

"During the time we sealed Luo, these two fought for thousands of years for the position of Lord of Southern Border. Hongye and I also joined their fight."

"Two of us entered the battlefield, and we started out fighting two against one, until the two enemies formed an alliance, and fought two against two for a hundred years before we sat down and agreed to divide Southern Xinjiang into four parts."

"Hehe."Thirteen Yao has laughed like this countless times.

"However, within three years of the agreement, a zombie emerged from underground and said he wanted a share, so the distribution plan was invalidated and a new one was started."

"Hundreds of years later, it was agreed that Southern Xinjiang would be divided into five parts."

"Haha, at this time, a shadow appeared that was so annoying that it was not worth it."

"The plan was rejected again, but this time I didn't continue to fight."

"After so many struggles, we have discovered a truth, that is, there are too many geniuses. Every time there is a genius who takes advantage of our struggle to grow rapidly, and when we stop fighting, the genius is already on par with us."

"In the final analysis, there are too many people in southern Xinjiang, and the probability of geniuses appearing is too high."

"Then, I, Hongye, Blood Old Ghost, Beggar, Zombie, and Shadow, established a sect called [Demon], dividing the southern border into six parts to form six sects."

"People are used as food, medicine, tools, and worthless."

"The purpose is to make the southern Xinjiang only six of us"

"Sure enough, since then, no genius has been able to reach the Great Perfection of Spiritualization in Southern Xinjiang, and they have lived in harmony for 100,000 years."

Chen Huan's mind was trembling, and he felt as if he was in a big net that spanned more than 100,000 years. He calmed his mind and asked:

"The Sect Master is joking. If the Six Sects control the rise of geniuses in this way, aren't they afraid of being surpassed and swallowed up by the large number of perfect incarnation monks born in the inner domain?"

As he was talking, Chen Huan's voice suddenly became smaller.

At this moment, he remembered a science fiction novel from his previous life, and remembered the Internet at that time.

"The law of the dark forest.

When Baidu, Ali and Tengxun were fighting, a bean appeared.��

At first, none of the three BTA giants would care about a small video maker. Each of them had several or even more than ten mature video platforms. However, in just two years, this completely despised little guy almost overturned the three giants.

In order to solve this problem, the business world has two methods.

Submit to me or kill you!

Capital has countless spies. If there is a small project that has the probability of threatening itself, it will acquire it. If it cannot be acquired, it will make a similar one and crush it with the huge user base and financial resources.

Only the Nanshan Court knows how many Internet genius ideas have been strangled in that trash can.

This is not cruel. If you become that giant, you should do the same. This is the way to survive.

If you show mercy because of your strength, it is like a tiger despising the monkey behind it, thinking that the monkey is not a threat and that no creature can shake its position in the forest.

It holds its head high and moves forward slowly, one step, two steps,.....Ten steps....A hundred steps, when the tiger turns back after a hundred steps.

The monkey you once looked down upon is now dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with the Barrett sniper rifle in his hand aiming steadily at the tiger's head!

Time, fate and the evil of human nature will make the arrogant fall into the abyss.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival, but arrogance is!"

When Chen Huan understood the rules, he thought that there were only three sects and four pavilions in the inner domain, seven major sects, which means there were only seven great perfections of the transformation of the spirit. He immediately understood that the famous and upright sects in the inner domain were not real sects, because this was not logical.

According to Thirteen Yao, there are definitely more than this number of people who can cultivate to the great perfection of the transformation of the spirit in more than 100,000 years.

Thirteen Yao laughed softly:

"You will never understand what level of existence the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation is in this world."

At the same time, Murong Jing stretched lazily on the recliner and yawned:

"We are a group of people who disdain to do hypocritical things. It’s a devil, so what?"

"Yu Zizai, no, he should be called Yu Ziyao, Long You, Shi Changsheng, Qi Xiuyue, Han Wu, Wu Qing, Bai Feng, they also found that when they fight, danger will arise."

"The cakes are fixed, but the number of people sharing the cakes is increasing, and they will all starve to death in the end."

Murong Jing rubbed his cheek and said sarcastically:

"They are much more civilized, adopting disciples, nurturing them, and imparting kindness and responsibility to them."

"Then they organized a wave of beasts, and let the geniuses die gloriously under the beasts.

Almost as soon as Murong Jing finished speaking, the blood-soaked walls of Qingshan City in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains suddenly appeared in Chen Huan's mind.

"It's true."

After understanding the reason behind it, Chen Huan calmed down a lot.

But he still didn't understand why Thirteen Yao called him here and said so many words to him.

"Why are you talking so much to this little guy? The old man on the mountain seems to be afraid of death now. Apart from the method of refining Loulan Crystal, is there anything else he wants to talk about?"

Thirteen Yao turned his head to look at Murong Jing, who looked sleepless, and did not reply, but continued to talk to Chen Huan:

""Liang Wen, what do you understand about the story I told you?"

Chen Huan and Thirteen Yao looked at each other and kept silent. These stories were not for a small character like him to hear, so he was most likely dead, so there was no point in answering.

Thirteen Yao also noticed Chen Huan's thoughts, smiled and answered himself:

"Baby, you're too small."

"I have seen your great-grandmother give birth to your grandfather, your grandmother give birth to your father, you were born from your mother's womb, and your wife gave birth to your son. I have seen all eighteen generations of your family."

"You are staying in the Demon Mansion as a spy, and I am just following the trend."

Even though Chen Huan is not Liang Wen, his pupils couldn't help shrinking when he heard these words, and his throat rolled. What kind of perversion is this? It's even crazier than Truman's show, playing with a person's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"The technique of burying people, Feng Shui and fate, taking care of your family just to replicate his fate, it's really troublesome."

He took out ten paper figures of different colors and said attentively:

"The ancestors were buried in rough and stubborn stones, the children were buried in the rapids; the fathers were buried in the ditches; the mothers were buried in the lonely hills; the brothers were buried in front of the gods and behind the temples; the sisters were buried in the left and right prisoners; the sons were buried in the hills; the daughters were buried in the feng shui; the grandchildren were buried sitting low; the wives were buried in the dragon and tiger."

After saying this, he walked closer to Liang Wen, flicked his sleeves, and ten colored paper figures flew out from his sleeves and instantly stuck to Liang Wen's face. The paper figures were so tight that they were airtight.

Gradually, like mucus, they covered the entire face. Chen Huan urged the puppet, but at this moment, it was like a stone sinking into the sea. He could only gasp and feel. The colored mucus transformed by the paper figures wrapped the entire head, and then spread to the whole body.

It was as if it was completely wrapped by a layer of dog skin plaster.

After a few breaths, just when Chen Huan thought that the puppet was about to be lost, the feeling of controlling the whole body suddenly returned. What came into view was the face of Thirteen Yao, which was almost touching the tip of his nose. He saw memories in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled as he spoke:

""Butcher, long time no see."

Chen Huan did not answer, nor did he dare to move. He just used his spiritual sense to scan his body. The puppet body was not damaged, but Liang Wen's face changed drastically. The fat man who was originally a little honest and slick turned into a young man with green hair. Chen Huan could feel that this was not a simple transformation, but a change from face to fate.

He became Xia Qingshan, the butcher.