Sword Spirit Immortal Respects Demon History [Transmigration Book]

It didn't take long to get to Tianque Palace. Mu Yan went to the sword casting room to find Bailisheng to inquire about how to lift the curse. Mo Junming took the half-dead Lan Yi directly to the Criminal Law Department. When I came back, I couldn’t find a suitable person to take over. They were all managed by the White Tiger Clan. Until Mo Junming broke through to the level of the Immortal Monarch when he was practicing in the Qixuan Pagoda more than 50 years ago, he defeated his parents in one fell swoop, and even fought with his grandfather Bai. Xuan Zhan became a tie, and the criminal justice department was handed over to him.

The cultivation bases of the four holy beasts are basically at the peak of the immortal king, and half of their feet have stepped into the level of the immortal king. The most dreadful point.

There are three people in the fairy world who can cause fatal damage to him, the four holy beasts join forces, the rebirth of the peak of the immortal, and Bailisheng who has almost half stepped into the realm of the gods.

The Bodhi tree is as cunning as a fox, and extremely cautious. He must have expected a long time ago that his identity would be revealed, so he left a few clones in other places to suppress him, such as the one in the Seven Profound Pagoda, and Other more hidden places must be undiscovered avatars.

The reason why he has suppressed Chongyan's identity for so many years is because he is concerned about Shui Tianheng on the one hand, and on the other hand, among the three great gods in the fairy world, Chongyan and Bailisheng are powerful enough to crush anyone. Believe the Four Holy Beasts or not is another matter. If Bailisheng finds Xu Mingjing back, the truth of the year will not be concealed, and he will be the one who is unlucky in the end.

So he is waiting for an opportunity, an excellent opportunity, for which he is implementing the plan step by step, the ghost orb is the most important tool to facilitate all this, and the time he is most likely to choose is the moment when Xu Mingjing was born.

As long as the Xuming Mirror is gone, the truth of the year will be buried in the long river of time forever, no one will believe it, no one will remember it, and everyone who knows will be killed by him one by one.

That's what they guessed, all of Bodhi's plans.

Now that time is running out, the remaining two ghost beads must be found as soon as possible, in case the Bodhi tree uses them to cause some turmoil in the fairy world.

Lan Yi's appearance was a timely help.

Chongyan carried the unconscious Shui Tianheng back to the dormitory, settled him in the side room on one side, and poured water to clean up the blood on his body. Just as he was about to go to Baili's sword casting room to check the situation, he suddenly noticed that There was a familiar turmoil of immortal power from the bedroom.

He frowned lightly, turned around and walked into the bedroom, looked at the huge bronze mirror in the corner, which was as tall as a person, and was shining with layers of fairy light. There was no surprise on his face, and he swung his sleeves to sweep a sword aura, The surface of the mirror rippled like water waves, and a figure gradually appeared in the mirror.

It was a man in a black dress with a handsome and charming face. He leaned casually on a gorgeous couch with a loose and lazy posture. The other hand rested lazily on the bent knee, the long black hair was loosely loose, the clothes were loosely worn on the body, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin on the chest, nothing was worn on the feet, white Stepping on a black plush blanket, the extreme contrast of black and white gives people a strong visual impact, strong enough to be evil and overbearing, but mixed with a careless temptation, like a blooming flower. The ultimate mandala is extremely beautiful, but also extremely deadly.

That was Mo Jiuyuan.

He lazily picked up the bronze wine bottle on one side and took a sip of the liquid. He raised his eyebrows, revealing dark eyes that were narrow and sharp. When he saw Chong Yan, a faint light flashed across the bottom of his eyes, although his tone was not salty. Not weak, but one could vaguely hear a trace of tension and anxiety that was well concealed.

"How is the recovery of the soul without return?"

"Devil Emperor..." Chongyan seemed to have gotten used to his appearance, his expression didn't change much, he just rubbed the center of his brows helplessly, looking a little tired, "If you don't want to ask me five or six times a day , I will patiently tell you about his situation."

Mo Jiuyuan frowned immediately, opened his lips to say something, but finally stopped, and after a while he said slowly: "...Today is the first time."

Chong Yan nodded, "Yes, today is the first time, because I'm not in the fairyland all day today, and you can't find me even if you want to."

Mo Jiuyuan glanced away and didn't speak. Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, the line of his jaw tightened slightly, making him look a bit aloof and arrogant.

Seeing him like this, Zhongyan felt even more headache. This Mo Jiuyuan was probably worried about his relationship with Wuhui and the two souls. His emotions were directly related to all the states of Wuhui's soul, so he never said harsh words to him. , when he was in a hurry, he turned his head to the side and kept silent, and continued after his emotions calmed down. Although he knew that he did it for no return, it was really not a big deal to see such a wild and evil person swallowing his anger in front of him. happy memories.

He sorted out his thoughts, and said slowly: "He is recovering well. He was so weak that I couldn't feel it before. The soul nourishing things that Mu Yan and you have sent one after another over the years have almost solidified. It should come out in ten years, but these are not problems, as I told you before, how are you preparing for the matter of reshaping the physical body?"

Mo Jiuyuan turned his head slowly, thought for a while, and said with some distress: "I have checked the classics, and the items used to reshape the physical body recorded here are too low to bear the soul of the demigod who has no return. As soon as Wuhui enters the body, it will break the body, and there is no substitute for it, how about you?"

"Baili is still pulling the Xuming Mirror. He said before that if there is really nothing that can reshape the body, he will forge a dagger with the remaining Skystar Stone from the previous casting of my sword body. Although the soul of the god is reluctant, but with the sword spirit stone on my body, it should be able to stabilize his body."

Chongyan said slowly, but a deep mountain and river formed between his brows, "It's just that, he can only exist as a weapon spirit. Of course, this is the worst case. Let's think about it again." other ways."

Mo Jiuyuan clenched his fist slightly, slowly lowered his eyelashes, and after a while, a hoarse voice rang out, "It would be great if I could find his previous body..."

"It's useless." Chong Yan's words ruthlessly shattered his hope, "Let's not say that his physical breath has long been cut off. He was taken away by the Bodhi tree before, and he has been in his hands for so many years. What kind of appearance, the best situation is that the immortal energy dissipates and turns into an ordinary corpse, no more, don't expect extravagant expectations."

"Bodhi tree... Bodhi tree..." Mo Jiuyuan gritted his teeth, Nan Nan couldn't help it a few times, and finally growled, "Why did you save such a broken tree in the first place! If it wasn't for him, Wuhui is back now!"

The air was tense to the extreme for a moment, and no one made a sound on either side of the mirror, and the atmosphere was a bit tense.

After a while, Mo Jiuyuan suddenly raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, and said hoarsely, "Sorry, I was the one who got excited."

Zhong Yan looked at him with a cold expression, without saying a word.

But Mo Jiuyuan didn't care, and said to himself: "In the end, all of this is my fault. I have been so kind to me without return, but I finally pointed my sword at him."

He laughed at himself, "Speaking of which, I am no different from that bodhi tree, and I am also an ungrateful person."

Zhongyan finally said lightly, "You are better than him."

Of course, only a little bit.

At least you know how to repent and turn around, but that tree is still there, stubborn, making mistakes again and again.

"If it's okay, I'll go first, there are still things to do here."

He turned around and walked towards the door, and a voice sounded behind him without exception:

"and many more……"

Take a step back.

Mo Jiuyuan hesitated for a while, and finally said: "If there is no return, the seat of the immortal..."

With his back turned to him, Chong Yan did not turn around, but said indifferently: "This person belongs to him in the first place, I was only entrusted by him to take care of him temporarily, if he comes back..."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and then the voice sounded sonorous and forceful, with a trace of firmness never before said:

"In this world, there is only one Wuhui Immortal Venerable, and there is only one Tianyan Sword."

The cold and dusty figure gradually stepped out of the door, leaving behind the thoughtful figure in the mirror behind him.

Mo Jiuyuan lowered his head and quietly became contemplative. After a while, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Diming."

On the side of the mirror, a figure moved vaguely, and slowly walked forward and said, "Master."

"You've been with me for so many years, and I've seen you like him for so many years. It's not yours, after all, it's not yours. Every time I talk to him, you stand aside. Do you really think he didn't notice?"

He smiled, "He just doesn't want to talk about it, to be exact, he doesn't even want to see someone like you."

Di Ming's body froze suddenly, the blood on his face faded instantly, and his whole body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Mo Jiuyuan glanced at him, lowered his head and sighed, "Although you were the one who stabbed him forever back then, I was the instigator. You are just my weapon, and you respect my life. I won't be so weak that even this I don't admit it, so I won't hold any grudges against you, but you should let go now, if you push him any further, it will only push him further and further away."

Di Ming smiled miserably, "He already wants to kill me, is there anything further than this?"

"Yes." Mo Jiuyuan nodded seriously, "The distance between life and death is very far, very far, so far that it can make you feel numb from despair..."

Di Ming took a low breath, and his tone was a little heavier, "Master!"

Mo Jiuyuan shook his head and smiled, picked up the wine bottle on one side and threw it away, raised his hand to wipe the corner of his lips casually, and said lightly: "I said too much, don't worry about it."

Di Ming squinted at him and didn't speak for a long time.

Really said too much, or...

What has he already foreseen?

While pouring wine for himself, Mo Jiuyuan drank it slowly, with a leisurely and lazy demeanor, but his every move brought out an evil and domineering aura, which was indescribably pleasing to the eye.

Di Ming looked at it thoughtfully for a while, and finally turned his head.

Well, maybe he was thinking too much.

While drinking, Mo Jiuyuan slightly raised his eyes to look at him.

It is you who are in danger, not him, Di Ming.

If you don't give up on your thoughts, you may never have that chance again... What thoughts do you have?

When Chongyan arrived near the sword casting room, he happened to meet Bailisheng and Mu Yan walking towards him.

They seem to be discussing something, you talk to each other, the discussion is intense, no one is willing to stop, Mu Yan's fair cheeks are a little red from the fight, which shows how anxious he is.

Zhongyan looked interesting, and couldn't help asking: "What are you talking about?"

The two looked up suddenly, and at the same time they were stunned for a moment, Bailisheng said first: "I'm talking about the method to undo that curse."

"Oh?" Chong Yan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised and said: "There is a solution so soon? Let's hear it."

Bai Lisheng waved his hands carelessly, "Actually, it's quite simple, as long as all the immortal power in his body is removed, no matter what kind of curse it is, it will be eliminated."

Chong Yan twitched the corners of his mouth, "...if his cultivation is abolished, I think he will seek death the first time he wakes up."

Baili Sheng obviously expected that he would not agree, so he said calmly: "Then there is a second option, that is..."

But Mu Yan suddenly said, "Just wait for his curse to flare up and then prescribe the right medicine to lift the curse!"

Bai Lisheng raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, explaining: "Oh, that's not the case, there are other ways..."

But Mu Yan shook his head firmly, "No, these two methods are the only ones, the others won't work!"

At this time, Chong Yan also saw the problem, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Baili, what else can I do?"

Mu Yan opened his mouth to say something, Chong Yan shook his head, his voice became slightly heavier, "Mu Yan, let him finish."

After Mu Yan paused, Bailisheng had already spoken, "This curse is only effective for people at the level of immortal kings at most. As long as the black energy of the curse is overwhelmed on me, my demigod level is enough to put any curse on me." It's gone." He scratched his head, "Although it may take a little effort."

Mu Yan glared at him fiercely, Bai Lisheng was taken aback by the ferocity in his eyes, and he was a little puzzled, "...Ancestor, why did I offend you?"

Mu Yan snorted coldly, turned his head and said nothing, his face was as cold as ice and snow, which made Bailisheng even more confused.

Chong Yan looked at it funny, shook his head and said: "It's not good to let you come, after all, he is to save me from the curse, I will come."