Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The boy sat boredly in front of the bamboo house for a long time, looking at the distant sky lonely.

When the sun was about to set, he somehow sensed some movement in the house, and ran back in a hurry, even tripping himself somersault in the middle, relying on his spiritual power to keep him from falling to the ground.

Shui Wufeng looked at his reckless appearance, smiled wryly and stroked the soft hair in his arms, followed silently... This is Yang Ye, right?It looks like this silly look.

The boy ran back to the bamboo house, sat cross-legged in front of the mirror, put his red hand on the mirror, and stared at the blank mirror seriously.

Many figures were drawn across the mirror, and Shui Wufeng's memory was slowly recovering, and he recognized...these people seemed to be ancient gods from back then.

Shui Wufeng looked at the gods from all walks of life like lanterns, and sighed in his heart, all things are desires, even after tens of thousands of years of cultivation and enlightenment, there are worldly troubles on his body, those eyes are all muddy and obscure desires... …

The young man's eyes did not stay on them, but he found a woman... face like a peach blossom, body like a willow, wearing a crimson light clothes and practicing in a room with smoke, her breath is gradually waving... Enhanced, the two handsome male cultivators beside him waited silently to serve.

The boy stopped the picture, sat on the futon and looked up at her.

Seeing that little face staring intently at the person in the mirror, Shui Wufeng frowned, watching the boy's next move intently.

The next moment, the boy raised his hand... as if to touch the woman's delicate and gentle face, the demonic nature in Shui Wufeng's eyes was jumping.Pressing the small hand on the mirror, the fingertips just pressed on the underside of the woman's plentiful breasts, the devilish energy condensed in Shui Wufeng's eyes, restless, and black air seemed to come out of the right eye.

The boy looked as if nothing had happened, and he didn't pay attention to where he pressed his hand. It didn't take long for the bloody red light to condense on the palm of his hand. The woman frowned, and raised her arm showing a trace of dignity. The breath of punishment escaped from the wound, and the two male cultivators serving around saw the ulcer and immediately knelt down in fear.

There was murderous intent in the woman's eyes... Back then there were many sub-spiritual masters, and it was a top-secret matter to accept the punishment from heaven.

At this time, the young man dispersed the scenery on the mirror, and the bronze mirror became empty again, Shui Wufeng heaved a sigh of relief, and hugged the body in his arms tightly.

Heaven's punishment?Being able to cast divine punishment and make Fengtian artifact recognize its master unconditionally, the identity of his darling is ready to be revealed.

In ancient times, demons were not called demons, but spirits. Spirits are life condensed by a certain pure will in this world. Yang Ye is also a spirit, and is the only spirit in this world that inherits the fate of heaven and earth... It's just... If it really exists like that, why is it so miserable?

Shui Wufeng hugged the daoist who was unconscious but breathing steadily, and continued watching with doubts... He had a strange feeling that what happened next would be very important.

The young man in front of him tilted his head wearily and yawned, probably wanting to rest, but there was another fluctuation in the magic mirror, and he cheered up and turned on the mirror again.

This time, the water mist in the mirror dissipated, and the picture flowed quickly, finally reflecting a dark palace, a figure hidden in the shadow, surrounded by incense mist, it seems that this person is in retreat.

After waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the person in the mirror slowly let out a breath and opened his eyes. The aura of the sub-spiritual lord overflowed and was restrained very well. It would be difficult to detect his aura if it wasn't for the exquisite capture by the magic mirror. .

The young man sitting in the bamboo house looked at the blurred figure of the man for a while, raised his hand and pressed it, the blood light congealed, and the breath of divine punishment appeared again, but the person in the picture didn't move at all, and he didn't make a sound. After a while, he condensed another blood light in doubt... Logically speaking, even if he can hold back the pain, he should show some reaction, but the person still didn't move.

The young man cast the Heaven's Punishment three times in a row, his breathing had already slowed down, his eyes were full of tiredness, he tried not to fall asleep, the blood light flashed for a while, he snorted in pain, put his hand on the mirror back When he came back, a bone-seeing bloodstain split open in the palm of his hand, and the white and tender flesh rolled to the sides. The wound was opened by uneven spiritual power, and it was very uneven. Just looking at it could already feel the pain.

The young man held his hand in a daze and raised his head to look in the mirror. The man who had been half hidden in the darkness before revealed his face. He had a stern face, and his abyss-like eyes seemed to stare at the young man's face through the void. superior.

The desolate breath made the young man shrink his shoulders, and then he felt dissatisfied. He slapped his palm on the mirror and covered his stern face, muttering and losing his temper: "Another spirit...you are still scaring me... I'll clean you up tomorrow..."

The young man was so tired that he fell asleep lying on the futon. The picture in the mirror did not fade away. The monster in the mirror closed his eyes and continued to meditate.

Shui Wufeng recovered this memory bit by bit following the young man's perspective... At that time, Yang Ye was losing his temper...

At that time, I thought he would be an indifferent old man, but I didn't expect that the unconscious rules of heaven and earth chose such a cute little guy to be in charge of the divine punishment of the sub-spiritual master...

But the little guy looks really lonely... He remembered that this place is called the Profound Realm of Heaven and Earth, and it is the most mysterious place in the world. There are only rumors in the ancient times, and no one has ever entered it, because only the spirit master has the ability to reach it place……

There is no one else in this place, not even any other life, only Yang Ye.

The young man fell asleep lying on the ground, Shui Wufeng looked outside, and noticed that the birds that would occasionally fly over the cliff were all things condensed with spiritual power, and they didn't realize it. The years are so lonely that they use spiritual power to condense these things self-deception...

The young man muttered in his dream, sleeping as badly as ever, Shui Wufeng looked back with a smile, lowered his head and kissed the sleeping Taoist couple, Feng Yangye's eyelashes trembled slightly but he didn't wake up, he confirmed the Taoist couple The body of the young man, gently hugged the man and sat down behind the boy watching the sky turn dark... Did Yono pull me in because he wanted me to see this?Yono has known me for a long time, right?

The night passed slowly, and the wound on the boy's hand had healed by itself, leaving irregular light scars. The sun pierced his eyelids for a while, and he woke up rubbing his eyes, hugging the futon that should have been sitting under his buttocks. He got up, and looked at the mirror dimly with his long hair messed up from sleep.

The scene reflected inside was different from last night. The monster came out of the dark secret room, and now he was drinking tea in an attic full of carved wooden windows. When the little spiritual power he saved overnight was about to send another punishment from heaven, he noticed the noisy voice in the mirror... This monster doesn't seem to be in his cave?

The young man was stunned for a while, then withdrew his hand, carefully distinguishing the sounds of hawking and people chatting inside... It was the first time he heard so many human voices, and the place where the monsters were so lively made him feel strange and novel.

The tall and handsome man in the mirror pushed open the window at this time, and looked out leisurely with a teacup in his hand. The vision in the mirror also turned to the outside, and a bustling city appeared in the eyes of the young man. Raising, leaning forward to get close to the bustle and bustle of this world...