Thunderbolt: Red Dust and Immortals

Facts have proved that Jiuqiansheng's threat is very effective, and at the last moment, he ran to help Mingxin suppress the hidden danger of counterclockwise, as for Yan Wushang...

Wu Mengsheng smiled and invited him to drink a cup of tea.

"Presumably the Holy Infant Lord won't stop the old dog, right? After all, if he really leads all the anti-time counters to Ming Xin, the Holy Infant Lord's troubles will be solved, won't he?"

To this, the three-headed Holy Child Lord only gave a cold snort as a reply.

On the other side, Mingxin was affected by the counterclockwise, the spiritual power in his body was absorbed, and his injury was once aggravated.

The best time to act immediately, the secret of time enveloped the rotating counterclockwise, returning the time it devoured to Ming Xin bit by bit, however, the devoured spiritual power could only be wasted.

The counterclockwise effect is compressed into Ming Xin's body at the shortest time, and there is not much time to return it, but at least it keeps Ming Xin from turning into a baby like the Holy Infant Master. At least it is still an adult body, except that the snow-white hair is completely intact. turned black.

If it weren't for the manly dress on her body, she would be an innocent and innocent girl~

Outside, with the disappearance of the reverse clock, Yan Wushang's body also changed in the blink of an eye, and in just half a cup of tea, he had already returned to his adult shape.

The Holy Infant Lord was not familiar with people with such a good temper. Thinking of Wu Mengsheng's hostility towards him before, as soon as he regained his strength, his whole body suddenly burst into murderous aura.

But unfortunately, there is also Jiuqiansheng who is known as the sword god.

When the murderous intent was aimed at Wu Mengsheng, Jiu Qiansheng's sword intent pointed directly at Yan Wushang, and Wu Mengsheng's smile was not a smile, Yan Wushang knew that unless he worked hard, he had no chance of winning.

However, it's just to vent a little bit of unhappiness in my heart. Is it necessary to work hard?

"Hmph, we'll see each other again!"

At this moment, his physical strength is not complete, so he should find a safe place to recover.

After only obediently speaking, Yan Wushang had already disappeared when everyone was in a daze.

After the person disappeared, Jiuqiansheng took a sip of tea and said: "This person seems perverse, but in fact he has a city in his chest, so he is not easy to deal with."

Wumeng smiled and said: "Don't worry, I know what this person has."

"That's fine, I'll leave it to you." Jiu Qiansheng just wanted to save Mingxin, and didn't want to get involved in the difficult situation. This was also what the city lord repeatedly explained before leaving the time city.

The waiting time was very long. It was not that simple to suppress the reverse clock. Jiuqiansheng and Wumengsheng were also anxious, but it happened that before the old dog came out, a stranger came first.

In the Shaozi Pavilion, there is a gentle breeze, and the dark fragrance is curling up, creating a scene of a paradise.

Wu Mengsheng sighed while playing the piano alone, while Jiuqiansheng sat softly and listened quietly.

But at this moment: "Weeping in the wind and rain, Dai Qiyao Dingzun will come to invite you to participate in the grand meeting of the death ban."

The sound of the piano in Wu Mengsheng's hand paused, and the sound broke immediately: "Hey, a good song is ruined just like that."

Picking up the teacup, Youyou said, "There are three elements for me to participate. First, this game of death ban must be meaningful; second, it must have a positive impact on the common people in the world; third, this game must be a game that I believe in." can win."

The visitor, Rain and Weeping Lin, couldn't stop laughing: "Your Excellency, no matter what kind of game, the banker has no reason to guarantee that the participants will win. If you want to win, you can only show your strength, and the meaning of the game is very subjective. It’s inconvenient for me to say anything about the setting. However, three heavyweights, the creator of the Seventh Cultivator, the Superintendent of Jianbingtai, and Yi Qixing, all participated in the game, what do you think?”

"Oh, they are willing to enter the game, there must be an irresistible factor behind the game." Wu Mengsheng was not moved at all.

"The treasures of the Golden Lion Empire, as well as the peace of the world and the happiness of the common people. This is the reason. If you want to do things for the common people in the world, you might as well keep the key, so as not to suffer hatred in the future."

Wu Mengsheng plucked the strings, picked out two crisp notes, and said lightly: "Oh, then leave it on the table."

Wind and Rain Weeping Lin threw the Golden Dragon Key on the table, his smile remained unchanged: "Waiting for Your Excellency to participate in the event. Please." After speaking, he left.

"Cedars and bamboos clear the shade terrace, and there is a reason for leisurely travel. After the first rain in Liangsheng, it is extremely quiet and suddenly returns to the monk. Insect traces penetrate the hidden caves, and moss marks connect the broken edges. Thinking about the deep hidden place, the lower layers of the front."

In the dark, after listening to the whole process of Jiuqiansheng, Wu Mengsheng continued to play the piano leisurely, before he came out and asked, "Are you really planning to participate?"

The person playing the qin said with a smile: "Did I say that I would participate?"

Jiuqiansheng was surprised: "Then what do you want to do with your default attitude?"

Wu Mengsheng made a melodious vibrato with his fingertips: "Of course...please enter the urn!~"

Looking at his innocent smile, Jiuqiansheng suddenly felt a little cold...

Wu Mengsheng didn't seem to notice Jiuqiansheng's weird gaze, and said with a smile: "The urn is ready, this gentleman should come too!"

Just obeying the words, a demonic aura from outside the sky rushed straight to Shaozi Pavilion.

Jiuqiansheng got the signal, turned around to avoid, but still silently paid attention to Wumengsheng.

Just listen to Wumengsheng's slow and slow poem: "Riding the eagle out of Jiuyuan, farewell to the next three changes. The fallen god embraces the day, and the king's spirit spreads. The rivers and lakes are dry, and the widow accepts three offerings. Ask the machine Where is it, one arm can penetrate the sky." Floating with the sound of the piano, it can be said to be a pleasing painting.

"Judging from the poem you just recited, it seems that I will come here today?"

Seeing the Demon Emperor approaching forcefully, Wu Mengsheng didn't feel nervous at all: "Oh? Why did the Demon Emperor see it?"

Falling God Tower sneered: "I won't play tricks with you, today, I want to see Su Zhenzhen!"

"So what if I see you? The Demon Emperor personally participated in the siege, do you think Su really has the strength to reveal the secret prophecy for you?"

"So what? If you don't want to, just kill him!"

Wu Mengsheng was not angry, but just changed the topic: "The number of secrets, only three points are missing, seven points are not broken, three points are fixed, and seven points are changed. I don't know what the demon emperor thinks about such prophecies such as push back pictures ?”

Fallen God Que thought for a while: "It's just someone with a heart pretending to say something to fulfill their purpose. If it is really possible to predict the future, why would the author be swallowed by the torrent of history."

"The language of prophecy is full of mysterious power, and those who are enlightened often get it first. I even think that it is the spontaneous magic of words that comes to the world through the medium of the human body, without the author's own thoughts mixed in."

"This statement is too mysterious." The Demon Emperor said, "Don't bully me, I haven't read the book, and I don't understand it."

"Yeah, it's not mysterious. The demon emperor of the black prison must know that after the death of the first ghost king, the ghost left behind wrote the heavenly prophecy among the three prophecies. Does the demon emperor think that such a prophecy is the result of the ghost king's thoughts?"

It was only then that Fallen God Tower felt something was wrong: "Well, you know a lot about Tianji Chen."

Wu Mengsheng didn't answer Falling God Tower's words, but continued: "Following the way of heaven is just stealing the secret. I know that you want to use the history of the holy demon to open the secret prophecy, but it doesn't work, right? In fact, you want to open the secret prophecy Special methods are required."

Falling God Tower was startled, and then thought that he and Su really had a good relationship, so he understood: "Oh, do you know how to unlock the secret?"

"I know, but I don't know if the Demon Emperor dares to believe me?"

My thoughts turned secretly: the blood puppet master is dead, Su Huanzhen is seriously injured, hell has become powerless, and now only this person who claims to be Sanyu Wumengsheng can open it.

"As long as you can help me unlock the secret prophecy, I can meet your three conditions."

Wu Mengsheng pondered in embarrassment: "Well...the first step to open the secret prophecy..."

Fallen God Tower hurriedly asked: "What is the first step?"

"The first step is, you have to have the secret prophecy first!~"

Fallen God Tower: "..." Raising his hand, the Yaoyuan rolled, and his anger surged.

Wumeng persuaded with a smile: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Sanyu has no intention of fooling the demon emperor; I'm right, you have to have something in hand to open the secret prophecy, and if you don't have the secret prophecy, say goodbye Too many ways are in vain, when the Demon Emperor comes here again after getting the secret prophecy, I will naturally tell the next method to open it."

Falling God Tower snorted coldly: "Okay, I will get the secret prophecy, and if you can't open it by then, I will let you know the method of the black prison."

"Then Sanyu will wait quietly for the Demon Emperor."

After the figure of the Demon Emperor disappeared, Jiu Qiansheng appeared: "How sure are you that you can hold the Demon Emperor back?"

Wumengsheng's feather fan shook: "One hundred percent!"

"Oh? So confident?"

The latter smiled and said: "Of course, this is a situation I specially set up for the Demon Emperor."

Jiuqiansheng couldn't help shaking his head: "Tsk tsk, it's really scary to meet you."

"Huh? Sanyu thinks his methods are very gentle."

"Oh, a gentle trick?"

"This is unfair to Sanyu, do I look like the kind of person who can cheat people?"

Jiuqiansheng pointed at the old dog who hadn't come out until now: "Here~ there is one of them who hasn't woken up yet."

Wu Mengsheng: "..." This was an accident!

Before Wumengsheng could refute, Jiuqiansheng felt that the last time skill in him had been absorbed, so he hurriedly got up and rushed away.

Seeing this, the former immediately caught up.

Mingxin only felt that he had had a long dream, but he couldn't tell what was in the dream, as if separated by a layer of veil, he couldn't see or hear clearly, but he vaguely realized that this dream meant something to him. Very important.

Unconsciously, he touched his chest with his hand, and there was a stream of golden blood lying there, and from time to time, a strange wave radiated out, as if he was eager to leave.

Although it is in the body, it always feels that it is not my own.

"what is it then?"

Wumengsheng and Jiuqiansheng came in, and what they saw was Mingxin frowning.

"Friend, are you alright?"

Ming Xin raised his head, restrained his expression, and shook his head: "I'm fine, the impact of the reverse clock has already been told to me at the earliest time, as long as there is no injury, there will be no major problems."

Jiuqiansheng asked suspiciously: "I see that your complexion was wrong just now, but you have hidden injuries on your body?"

Ming Xin was quite helpless: "I am a doctor myself, so I don't know about secret injuries? Don't worry, it's just that there are some things I can't understand."

Wu Mengsheng was surprised: "Oh? Can you tell me, maybe we can help?"

Mingxin thought for a while, but still shook her head: "It's okay, it's just a personal matter."

Jiuqiansheng and Wumengsheng didn't ask any more questions about personal privacy, but they knew that if they asked, they would definitely help.

But they couldn't help with Nuwa's essence and blood in her body.

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