Record of Chaos

　　 There is a bright white light inside the wooden door, brighter than the outside when the sky is getting darker.

The first thing the hook pig saw was a ball of fire. The pressure of an aura spread over the surface. The source was the white spirit fire. It was in the center of the room, about the size of a washbasin, bright and white as fat. Is jumping gently.

　　 A pure spiritual fire, without a trace of smoke, and no heat escaping, the only thing it radiates is the coercion caused by the overflow of this aura and aura.

　　 There was a black pot on the fire, and something with green liquid in it was boiling. The hook pig seemed to have known each other, it was the green liquid at the bottom of the canyon!

　　 This liquid is full of Aoki Chi, and it is probably the sap of this fairy tree.

　　 The green liquid boils, and there is a white grease-like substance condensing on the surface of the liquid, like white foam gathered on the sea.

　　 A gentle fragrance radiated in the air, like a girl's body fragrance.

　　 "Do you want to think that the older generations still have this hobby......"

　　 In a corner, piled up a pile of white things, similar to human bones, with hands, feet, and ribs.

　　 Gouzhu really wants to think if this person killed people and cooked meat here at night.

　　 But he has carefully observed that the human bones are not real human bones, but are carved from a light and hard wood.

　　 There are also some strange things, such as the woody liver-lifelike.

　　 This is made of some kind of modified fairy wood. The whole body is purplish red, and every bloodline in it is the same as the real one. It is extremely delicate, but it is obviously only half completed, and it is thrown in the garbage.

　　 It seems that this is also a puppet workshop, but the puppets here are more refined.

　　 The old man’s official job during the day is to repair the five cable bridges and the sword puppets on them, while at night, he seems to be frantically continuing to make his private works.

　　 Gouzhu walked around the room, he must find the most important thing here-in the eyes of monk Xuanmen, that group of spirit fire is the most expensive.

　　Although everything is spiritual, active and pure aura is the most rare. Where the heaven and earth gather a little spiritual energy, it is already a holy place for cultivation.

　　 It would be extremely extravagant to gather aura into a spiritual fire, and this old man actually has a large pot of unextinguishable spiritual fire for cooking?

　　 It is a pity that this spirit fire cannot be stolen.

　　 Gouzhu carefully observed the source of the fire. It was gushing from the ground along the veins of the ground, and it was not burning with some kind of aura.

　　 No matter how powerful Gouzhu is, it is impossible to steal all the ground veins.

There is a square wooden table behind the fire. I don't know how old it is. The wooden table has been rubbed into a smooth and warm dark brown.

　　The various tools owned by the owner of the workshop are carefully arranged on one side. There is a fixed iron clamp in the middle, and one thing is fixed on it, and the thing is covered with a piece of white velvet. At first glance, the owner is very valued.

　　 "That's it."

　　 Gouzhu carefully lifted the white flannel. A crystal, blood-red, agate-like object appeared below, about the size of a fist.

　　 The red pure sun aura surging in this heart, it is beating, Gouzhu can even hear the ping-ping heartbeat.

　　 "It's the **** heart!?"

Gouzhu was taken aback and touched it carefully. It turned out that it was not cold and hard, but a little warm and soft, but judging from its translucent material, it was definitely not a real heart, but something strange. Man-made objects.

　　 was just where his fingers touched, and the red aura flowing in the heart dimmed a lot.

　　 Obviously, this was also set by someone, attached to this heart.

　　 It's just that this kind of formation that is not static and constantly beating, if it can't continuously absorb the aura of heaven and earth, it will not exist for a long time.

　　 Fortunately, the heaven and earth of this fairy tree are full of aura, and it must have the ability to absorb the surrounding aura, so this heart can beat so constantly.

　　 If it is taken out of the fairy tree, I am afraid it will stop soon.

　　 "Think I have stolen countless times, today is considered to be a steal, and the ending is still satisfactory..."

　　 Gouzhu touched his nose and laughed at himself.

　　 Gouzhu didn't touch the heart with his hands anymore, but wrapped it with the white flannel covered on it, and put it carefully in his arms, so as not to damage the old man's work and provoke anger.

　　 Now I feel that two hearts are beating.

　　 Gouzhu suddenly had a wonderful idea-if he was destroyed by the enemy's heart, he would definitely die, and immediately replaced with this new one, does it mean he has a second life?

　　 However, he immediately dispelled the idea.

　　 If the enemy can ruin his heart, he definitely doesn't have the time and opportunity to give himself another one.

　　 This old man's heart is definitely not for this.

　　 But no matter what he uses, it can be seen that he cherishes this thing extremely, so just take it away.

　　 Gouzhu pushed the door and went through the restriction.

　　 Now he has the key to prohibition, so he can easily pass it through again, and then he locks the lock as it is.

　　 It is already very dark in the wooden house. Although the sun has not completely set, it is estimated that there is only a ray of it left.

　　 Song Ruhai, Mu Mu and the fat cow all returned to the wooden house, and the darkness outside the house has gradually spread.

　　 Gouzhu crossed his heart and walked into the dark void without looking back. This was the only way to deal with the old man.

　　 That night, although the old man returned to the wooden house, he did not go down to his underground workshop as usual. Instead, he stayed in the wooden house, staring strangely at everyone in the house.

　　Of course there are only four people here: Song Ruhai, Gouzhu, Muju, and Fat Niu.

　　 The old man's eyes are as sharp as a knife, and his spiritual consciousness is immense.

　　 Everyone feels that his divine consciousness has been unfolded, filling every place in this room, as if to count how many spirits there are in this room.

　　 This kind of oppression of spiritual consciousness is something they have never felt before.

　　 Gouzhu didn't know how to describe it, but knew that the realm of this old man was unfathomable, even far beyond his understanding.

　　 But in any case, his divine consciousness can only fill the wooden house and the faint light emitted from the wooden house.

　　 Once spread out of this wooden house, encountering the thick darkness outside that can block all feelings, it diffuses and disappears.

　　 The heart of the old man was also full of shock.

　　 Someone actually opened the restriction he set up!

　　 is not violence, but the key to self-realization.

　　 What a genius, a genius once in five hundred years!

　　 If placed in the Spirit Source Sect a thousand years ago, this kind of person would be regarded as a peerless pride-but that was a thousand years ago. Even if he went back to his fame five hundred years ago, few people have delved into these things. The simple, rude and powerful supernatural powers have been rampant all over the world, and the limelight has long overshadowed the meager Baishou Taixuan Sutra. Old scholars.

　　 After the prohibition was opened, the heart that he had carved for more than ten years and was only one step away from becoming a success was stolen.

　　 As a craftsman who has been working hard for hundreds of years, the most speechless, tragic, and heart-wrenching thing is that the work that may be about to be completed is suddenly destroyed in this way.

　　 This is more uncomfortable than killing him!

　　 Over the past five hundred years, he has survived all failures.

　　 is just sculpting this organ, how much effort and effort it took, and how many hairs have fallen out of the messy hair.

　　 It is not a work, it is simply his body, his spirit, his soul, and everything...

　　 just disappeared!

　　 His whole person feels empty.

　　 What he can be sure is that this heart is no longer in this wooden house, otherwise, with the power of his divine consciousness, he would have felt the beating spiritual fluctuations.

　　 Nowhere outside, his spiritual sense can't reach, he can't go out and search.

　　 In the darkness of nothingness, no sense organs can work, even if you go out, you can only see the darkness, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can only feel nothingness.

　　Only during the day, the world will return to normal.

　　 But in the daytime, I can't find what I want.

　　 At night, he clearly knows that he has no memory in the daytime!

　　 In the daytime, he can only constantly make puppets, repair those cable bridges, and wait for the disciples who come outside to find him to pass on the practice.

　　 Only at night will he recover all his original memories. Five hundred years ago, he lost his day. For five hundred years, he can only live at night.

　　 During the day, he was just a slave of this Gonggong Tower. The slave had no thoughts and memories of his own, and he could not find the lost heart.

　　 He believed that this heart would not disappear out of thin air, and the suspect was among the four people in front of him.

　　 Mu Mu was already asleep, and even snored. Song Ruhai meditated and practiced in Anran. Of course, he practiced under his anger, somewhat pretentious.

　　 The fat girl looked back at him nervously with her eyes shining, only to say, "I know, but I won't tell you."

　　 The old man's muddy eyes stared at Gouzhu last.

　　 Gouzhu narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth. His shrewd face reads relaxed and natural, as if to say: "Senior, don't be impetuous, ask me to solve my worries if something happens."...

　　The old man decided to talk to this person.

　　 Gouzhu suddenly felt an irresistible force wrapped around his neck, like a pair of big hands, firmly pinched, then pushed himself back and leaned against the wall.

　　 Gouzhu regretted that he was too arrogant just now, his skull and the wooden wall behind him were close together, and the pressure was gradually increasing.

　　 Gouzhu felt that the log behind his head was also making a squeaking noise.