The beauty of this deity is the best in the world of self-cultivation

The stone door slammed shut, Ye Shangqiu withdrew his hand, feeling a little irritable for some reason.

The pure and cool spiritual energy continuously entered into Ye Shangqiu's body following Ye Shangqiu's mental method, calming down the nameless smoldering fire slightly.

Ye Shangqiu's sea of ​​consciousness trembled for a while, and then the ancient book rushed out from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness. The pages of the book were flipping, and the flowing spiritual light matched the golden spiritual flower. Tsinghua University halos like the moon.

While Ye Shangqiu was in a slight trance, the ancient book stopped in a daze, and the paper displayed in front of Ye Shangqiu's eyes was slightly yellowed, with a sense of staleness rushing over his face.

Golden scale vine.

The golden scale vine depicted on the pages of the book is extremely realistic.The golden petals are like golden fish scales, densely gathered into a small flower bud, supported by the long and thin green calyx, and a light golden flower stem is attached to it, and several vines are stretched out, and the pointed parts seem to be hanging The shiny rain and dew are like gold and jade.

Under the realistic painting, there are lines of sharp handwriting, carefully recording the medicinal properties and growth requirements of this elixir.

Through these handwriting, Ye Shangqiu seemed to be able to see that Tianjun sitting in front of the altar tripod, took out a jade pen, and swayed ink on the paper.

As a high-ranking monk, his memory must not be bad, it can even be said to be very good, so what kind of thoughts did he have in mind when he wrote this ancient book that recorded various elixir?

Ye Shangqiu took out the Golden Scale Vine that was obtained from the Flame Beast Secret Realm.The swaying golden spirit flower looks a little weak, just like the one painted on the page.

...there are still some.

Compared with the picture in the book, it looks younger, but it is mature enough.

The golden light on the golden scale vine slowly flowed, and the slender vines swayed gently, hooking Ye Shangqiu's fingertips.

A huge aura storm hits the face, mixed with endless old people and past events.

The towering ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, the rare elixir growing continuously, the young heavenly king in black clothes, and a monk's robe, with a holy and compassionate temperament, but he is an out-and-out demon who practiced the way of killing.

Xuanyi Tianjun sat in front of the altar tripod, holding a jade pen dipped in ink in his hand, and under his hand were the pages of the book, brand new and white.

The ancient wood made a soft "rustling" sound, and Tianjun wrote brushstrokes on the paper without distraction, and the full ink turned into characters with distinct muscles and bones, just like him, cold and awe-inspiring.

When he was meticulously writing down the boring words on the paper, the figure of the white-clothed monk who was standing far away moved, and he stepped on the moon like this. .

These strange and familiar images appeared more than once, but he seemed to be unaware of——

Ye Shangqiu slowly raised his eyes, his pupils were as clear as thick ink.

The elixir that seemed to be seen everywhere around that Heavenly Monarch has long since dissipated in the passage of time, and there are only a few records in some well-established sect families.

Then, how long will it take and how many changes will cause those elixir to be annihilated in the long river of time, leaving only a few words?

And they are in the same time period... these two heavenly monarchs and demons, have they successfully united the Dao, achieved the eternity of the Dao ancestor, and opened up a new world, or have they also completely disappeared in the Dao with the passage of time? , or—

What about reincarnation?

The question that Ye Shangqiu had ignored intentionally or unintentionally all this time suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.Ye Shangqiu's expression was slightly cold, he stared at the transfigured ancient book for a few moments, then turned his eyes away and turned to the two figures under the ancient tree.

The white-clothed monk had already walked to Xuanyi Tianjun's side, holding Tianjun's wrist holding the jade pen with one hand, and picked the spiritual flowers planted next to him with the other hand, and handed it to Xuanyi Tianjun.

Tianjun ignored him.

However, he was not discouraged. Seeing that Tianjun didn't intend to take it, he backhanded to insert the spirit flower into Tianjun's jade crown.

However, before the spirit flower got close to Tianjun's black hair, the white monk's wrist was grabbed by a few slender fingers, and a cold voice sounded in the boundless silence, with a trace of helplessness: "Don't mess around."

"Heh." A deep laugh sounded, and the Demon Venerable directly leaned his head on Tianjun's shoulder, lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "In the eyes of Tianjun, when did this deity not mess around?"

He was aggrieved, but Xuanyi Tianjun seemed to think about it seriously: "...No."

Hearing the words, Mo Zun raised his eyebrows and sighed quietly: "Sure enough... Tian Jun despises me."

The low and magnetic voice suddenly gave off a feeling of resentment and weeping, and Xuanyi Tianjun's expression became more and more condensed: "..."

Ye Shangqiu who also heard what he said: "..."

However, Mozun didn't realize it yet. After sighing, he took advantage of Tianjun's pampering and buried his head in the neck of Xuanyi Tianjun, and his thin lips followed the extremely beautiful neck of the Tianjun, gently Slowly pecking and kissing.

The thin lips with a smile fell on the snow-like skin, leaving a shallow mark, and then moved away for a moment, showing a satisfied look, and then continued to kiss slowly.

The two figures, one black and one white, were so ambiguous that they almost merged together. Ye Shangqiu watched quietly, frowning.

"Tianjun..." Suddenly, Mozun chuckled, stretched out his hand to brush the long hair that fell from the sideburns of Xuanyi Tianjun, and kissed him on the tip of his nose.

Xuanyi Tianjun's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't avoid his kiss.

Mozun bowed his head, his long black hair covered his smile: "Tianjun... have you found out?"

Xuanyi Tianjun's expression remained unchanged: "Huh?"

"You're nervous."

"Click." As soon as the Mozun finished speaking, a slight sound sounded beside him. He lowered his head and glanced at the jade pen held by Tianjun. The ink dripped down, leaving an ink stain on his monk robe.

He couldn't help laughing.

Xuanyi Tianjun's expression became even colder.

"Let me guess, what is Tianjun nervous about?" Mozun said in a low voice, "Is he nervous about what this deity will do next, or is he nervous that this deity finds out that Tianjun is planning to attack him?"

Ye Shangqiu's expression changed slightly, but the ancient book in front of him had already shone brightly, covering up the two figures under the Dayan tree, and memories flooded in like dreams, but the scene just now never appeared. ending.

It hides everything consciously and bluntly.

Ye Shangqiu stretched out his hand, trying to take the ancient book into his hand, whether it was real or illusory.

The moment the slender fingers crossed the aura and were about to touch the ancient book, the pages of the ancient book flipped and closed quickly, and rushed back to Ye Shangqiu's sea of ​​consciousness in an instant, falling peacefully in the deepest.

Ye Shangqiu calmed down and read it carefully.

Except for the slightly old cover and paper, the handwriting on it is extremely clear and agile, and it is full of ideas, which is no less than that of the magic wand that Shang Yuci used only a few times before.

Ye Shangqiu's cultivation was not as good as Shang Yuci's for the time being, but his eyes didn't drop too much.If he hadn't made a mistake in his calculation, Shang Yuci's magic wand should at least be a fairy-level weapon.

For no reason, Ye Shangqiu had such a definite but vague guess the first time he saw the magic wand.

If the Falling Magic Wand is a spirit weapon of the level of a fairy treasure, then this ancient book with a similar spirit... what level should it be?

And in those memories...

What "Shang Yu Ci" said to "he", why "he" wants to attack "Shang Yu Ci"?

Did he kill Shang Yuci?

Because the karma of life and death is too deep, so after reincarnation, he and Shang Yuci were also involved again?

It seemed that everything had an explanation, but Ye Shangqiu resisted the answer from the bottom of his heart.

……It's not like this.

If this is the case, then what is the purpose of these memories that appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness inspired by the elixir recorded in the ancient books?

Remind him not to trust Shang Yu's words too much?

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Shangqiu couldn't help laughing.

The frozen eyebrows suddenly melted away, and a breathtaking color flowed out from the corners of his eyes and brows.

But he himself seems to know nothing.

"Just that traitor..."

Ye Shangqiu raised his eyelashes, his smile had long since faded, but a scene flashed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuanyi Tianjun turned his back to Danding, and whispered faintly: "Only that demon cultivator..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but Ye Shangqiu didn't know why, but he seemed to have vaguely understood his unspoken thoughts.

From the beginning, after these memories appeared, the connection between him and this "Tianjun" seemed to be slowly deepening. From the strange surprise at the beginning, to the calm and indifferent, and now the slow fusion, Ye Shangqiu did not Feel a little strange.

But this in itself is the biggest anomaly.

The fog did not recede with the unlocking of more memories, on the contrary, it became more and more dense, trapping Ye Shangqiu alone in it, unable to see a way out, nor a way forward.

However, even though the fog is thick, could he really be able to stay still?

Ye Shangqiu slowly closed his eyes, and the blurry image in the sea of ​​consciousness had dissipated.He calmed down, but no longer paid attention to those chaotic memories, but operated his mind, extracted most of the true essence, and poured them into the created sea of ​​consciousness.

The real essence, which is fused with the characteristics of a trace of mysterious ice and glazed fire, is as red as fire, and quickly formed a series of restrictions in the sea of ​​consciousness, trapping the ancient book densely and carefully.

Even if these restrictions can't really trap that ancient book at all, at least...

Can hold it for a while at certain times.

The author has something to say:

Yuyu: Attack me while kissing, master, the disciple really played QAQ

Qiuqiu: ...

Yuyu: I'm really unhappy, the kind that makes me chirp

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Yuyu: Activate the skill, hit the sky——

Yuyu: Yuyu is really miserable, why do you want to be inferior to Yuyu? !