Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

"Even if it's the former crown prince, what's the matter?"

——Thousands of miles away, Fu Yuanzhi said solemnly: "The previous dynasty has been destroyed, and everyone knows that it was the crown prince of the previous dynasty who raised the banner of rebelling against the tyranny of the Xian Dynasty, otherwise, how could there be a Taoist sect?" today?"

The palace lord sat on the window sill—both of them are not young Taoist priests with low cultivation bases. The Supreme Demon Venerable has ten thousand years of magic skills, and after being reborn with reduced cultivation base, he is still a lean camel that is bigger than a horse, so the two of them can clearly hear the conversations of the water tribes outside the building.

"...The elders observed the star trails and saw that the star trails of the crown prince of the Tianyan Immortal Dynasty suddenly lit up. They thought he died ten thousand years ago..."

"The second princess of the Xianchao is also on. You said that the Tianyan Xianchao has been silent for thousands of years, and now the star trails suddenly light up. Is it possible that they want to make a comeback?"

The water god was mysterious, and said in a voice that implied excitement and could not be suppressed: "You know, I heard from the elders that if you can cover the star trails, your cultivation must have reached the realm of true immortals, and now all human beings on land There are only a few true immortals in the sect, and which one you say is found to be the hidden former crown prince, there is probably a good show to watch."

That's why Fu Yuanzhi sighed with righteous indignation: "If there is a choice, the crown prince of the Xian Dynasty may not be willing to be the crown prince, maybe he would rather be an ordinary casual cultivator in the mountains of Yunzhou, which can also turn out flowers."

The palace lord commented: "If you want to use it, it doesn't seem to matter now, but when things come to an end, there is a lot to do."

"I see who dares!" Fu Yuanzhi gritted his teeth - whoever dares will eat up the whole family!

The palace master patted the tense face of the apprentice, and said with a smile: "My dear apprentice, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The disciple is anxious about the most urgent matters in the world!"

So the palace lord who was sitting on the window almost fell down laughing, all because of Fu Yuanzhi's grasp.

"Do you think that after 1000 years of retreat in the mountains for the master, you really don't know anything?"

The palace lord said retreat, but Fu Yuanzhi's eyes dimmed when he thought about it.

He suddenly jumped up and said in surprise: "Master, do you remember the past now?"

"...How do you know that I don't have any memories of my previous life?" The palace master was also shocked—he thought that although this little brat gossiped a lot, he couldn't figure it out so clearly, right?

Fu Yuanzhi sneered, blushing and said: "Because... something happened in the past..."

million years ago.

The master of Yunmeng held the lotus-patterned knife and fell from the clouds while stepping on the supreme demon. At that time, the Yunmeng Heavenly Palace had just risen from the long river of Yunze River, and the name of the master of Yunmeng was far less powerful than that of later generations. Conquering all directions, but he stepped on the blood-drenched chest of the Mozun calmly, with the sleeves of his robe unrolled like floating clouds; holding the blood-stained long knife, it still seemed to be holding some kind of elegant musical instrument.

Mozun has seen all kinds of majesty in the world, and every emotion has a blazing taste, but in Mozun's eyes, Master Yunmeng is like a cloud. Clouds have no emotions, and the rain on clouds is not to vent their wishes.

Therefore, Master Yunmeng chased him for tens of thousands of miles with a knife, and finally cut him down above the nine heavens, it was not because Master Yunmeng was good at fighting and brave.

The Supreme Demon Venerable felt that his brain was broken, or he ran too fast just now, and the wind blew away his brain, because he blurted out as if uncontrollably: "I like you, can you—"

"Impossible." Master Yunmeng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, without even moving his eyebrows, turned his wrist, and the edge of the blade flowed, he said, "In the next life."

——One word becomes a prophecy, so this incident teaches us not to speak casually if your cultivation is too high, maybe that sentence will be engraved by the will of heaven and earth because of your too high cultivation, and become a prophecy for the future.

"So, Master has promised his disciples thousands of years ago..."

My child, "in the next life" doesn't seem to be understood in this way?

Moreover, the palace lord was full of confusion, listening to his apprentice lovingly tell how he chopped him down thousands of years ago...

Repairing magic won't bring about shaking M side effects, right?

The palace lord stretched out his hand to press the apprentice's open and closed lips, ripped off his clothes with both hands, touched his now smooth chest, helplessly, sighed and said: "Okay, I will definitely not cut you in this life again. gone."

"Master..." Fu Yuanzhi's heart trembled, and the trembling spread from his heart to his whole body. The part of his soul that belonged to the Mozun was like a triumphant little monster, roaring and roaring, rolling all over the ground, chasing madly. Biting the tip of his own tail, the half of the famous family almost wept with joy, but somehow he could hold on, not to do anything that would damage his image in front of the master.

So the half of the demon king began to despise the half of the famous family.

So the result is that the complete Fu Yuanzhi is at war between heaven and man in his heart. Every time his master's small hands touch, Fu Yuanzhi feels that he is slipping into the cave of ten thousand demons, and the world is full of evil thoughts. Strip clothes.

bang...

Fu Yuanzhi's face darkened, and he stared fiercely out of the window—did he use up all his energy when he was reborn? Why would he be a troublemaker every time there was a major breakthrough?

The palace lord jumped up on the window sill, and there was an even more ghostly atmosphere in the sea. The sunlight passing through the deep sea seemed to be covered by dark clouds for a moment. There were countless uneasy whispers on the streets of Dragon City, and dragon guards in armor swam all the way out of the city. After a while, a merman came bathing in blood and issued a sharp cry:

"The dragon has escaped into the barrier!"

When passing through the maelstrom, the palace lord could feel the demonic energy, but after entering the water, no matter how high the cultivation base of a human Taoist is, it cannot compare with a natural aquarium's familiarity with water. Now, so those magic dragons somehow avoided the eyes and ears, and entered the Bichuan Haiyuan all the way.

"Ring the bell! The guards gather and guard the remains of the Dragon God!"

"The bones of the dragon god?" The palace lord smiled, "The magic dragon probably wouldn't have thought about those things. All the essence of the dragon god's body has been gathered into a piece of bone jade, which has already been in my hands. If the rest is buried in the bottom of the sea, today It should become a submarine mountain range."

There was a red light in Fu Yuanzhi's eyes, something seemed to be touched in his soul, he suddenly said: "It's the magic sword, I sensed the Wannian magic sword."

"Oh?" The palace lord was surprised, "That sword is called Wannian? I always thought it was called Supreme Demon Sword, isn't that what everyone calls it?"

"..." Fu Yuanzhi didn't want to take back the sword for a moment.

"Let's go!" The palace lord patted the apprentice's face and sat down on his shoulders, so Fu Yuanzhi flipped out the window with agility - with the master around, such things as flipping the window had to be done gracefully.

Once again, the Dragon Clan lost to the blind nobility caused by excellent bloodlines. Fu Yuanzhi didn't need to decipher all the barriers and guards outside the attic, and people had already left there with ease. The protection set by the latter is too childish.According to the legend, when Master Yunmeng was 20 years old, he was close to the Realm of Immortal Realm. Although it took decades to break through, it proved that the blood of human beings is far from being as humble as the Dragon Clan sees.

To the north of Bichuan Haiyuan, there is a submarine mountain range. This place is close to Guixu, and its spiritual power is extremely active. In the mountain, there is an upside-down ravine with a narrow top and a wide bottom. This is the famous Congji Abyss.

"Master, there won't be another small world in your enchantment."

The palace lord shook his head silently, Fu Yuanzhi stood at the gap in the sea, so he didn't think too much, and jumped down.

From the extreme abyss is very cold, compared to the outside, it will only make people want to rush out immediately, even the body of a Taoist can feel the coldness - that is the coldness felt by the soul.

The barrier at this place was also established ten thousand years ago, with one immortal and one demon, and two souls imprisoned in one place. Although the Dragon God had been martyred back then, the sea witch beside the Dragon God was still there. The Lord learned that there was a sea witch guarding the Congji Abyss back then, but now, the Congji Abyss is dark and cold, and no one cares about it.

As he dived, Fu Yuanzhi touched the first dry bone.

It turns out that in the sea, corpses will also wither.

The spiritual light illuminates the dark seabed. It is a merman sea witch, who is lying quietly on a protrusion of a cliff, his staff is still held by a hand that has turned into bones. It's already a skeleton, but it doesn't look terrible, and it should be unparalleled in life; the jewels worn by the sea witch on its neck and waist are still intact, and its long hair is still floating in the water, swaying gently; The color is bright and the blue-purple halo can still be seen.

But Fu Yuanzhi lifted the shark's long hair with his fingertips, revealing a pair of bright eyes in the bird's nest, even the Mozun was startled.

The shark's eyeballs are all red.

"No, this is not a natural death." Fu Yuanzhi solemnly lit up the spiritual light on his fingertips, observed carefully for a moment, and said, "There must have been demons who have come in for thousands of years."

——Could it be possible, Fu Yuanzhi frowned, those demon sects have poached away the remnant soul of the Demon Venerable?He remembered that Lehenxing said before when he didn't know his identity as a demon, Lejia and Momen joined forces to try to absorb Mozun's magic skills for his own use.

Isn't this grabbing rations?

Their eyes moved downwards—in the depths of the sea, more colorful scales reflected the brilliance of spiritual power, and countless merman corpses were piled up here. They still fought desperately at the last moment before they died, trying to protect the knot behind them. In the world, the battlefield has been covered with dust, and the Haiyuan at this moment is like a silent tomb.

"Blood Demon Qi..." Fu Yuanzhi slid his finger on the shark's eyeballs, "Blood Demon Qi, the most famous person who has mastered it today is Xie Ran, but..."

"It can't be Xie Ran." The palace lord replied, "If it was Xie Ran, what Ye Wangsha lost would not be his arms, but his eyes."

"Mysterious Blood Sect." Fu Yuanzhi replied firmly, "Then only the Mystic Blood Sect remains."

"The one who went to the Heavenly Palace to make trouble at the Ten Thousand Years Ceremony?"

"Yes." Fu Yuanzhi said, "I have seen their former suzerain in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave. That guy was miserably abused by his disciples. The current blood suzerain is full of evil habits, and he is clearly wearing the devil's signboard on his face." , killing the teacher, bullying the subordinates, anyone who sees it will think that it is a pervert."

However, it is so bad that its reputation is not that bad, even better than the reputation of many hypocrites in the Taoist sect.

"The current suzerain of the Secret Blood Sect is called Cang Liu." Fu Yuanzhi took the opportunity to talk about a little secret he knew, "The master of the blood demon Xie Ran is the one who sent Xie Ran's brother Xie Ran to Qiongshan Sword Sect as an undercover agent. Later on, everyone knew what happened in Youzhou. The Demon Sect, headed by Cang Liu, the suzerain of the Secret Blood Sect, gathered the Demon Dragon, the Youmingtai Ghost Cultivator, and many Demon Sword Cultivators from the Linshui Sword Sect to besiege and kill Ye Wangsha, who was tricked, has a large number of people in the Demon Sect, even if Ye Wangsha is known as an invincible talent, he still couldn't beat him at that time."

"So Cang Liu chopped off Ye Wangsha's arms?"

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head: "Someone asked, but Ye Jianzhu himself couldn't tell who did it in the melee, but after the defeat was settled and he fell into the magma, no one knew what happened. Gu Jing was shocked. But Hongjian suddenly shot up into the sky, carrying the fire from the underground rock core, and instantly killed all the demons who besieged him. Only Cangliu escaped from the secret blood sect, but Gu Jingjing cut off his Legs—this is a certainty, because Ye Wangsha was the only Taoist sword cultivator on the spot."

He folded his arms, but the way of the sword broke through, and the palace master couldn't help but look at Qiongshan, the sword master, with admiration.

"So, the suzerain of the Secret Blood Sect really runs around?" Fu Yuanzhi looked at the corpse of the mermaid, wondering, "He has no legs, and the ground is still full of waves?"

"The sword master of Qiongshan doesn't have hands, so it's the best sword in the world." The palace master pointed to the front, "What's more, the secret blood sect has a reason to bloodbath from the abyss of extremes."

Following the direction of his finger, Fu Yuanzhi saw a long sword stuck alone in the deepest part of the abyss. The surrounding space was filled with the whispers of the dead souls on the magic sword, and the anger rushed to his face, which was almost unstoppable.

Wannian Demon Sword!

"Who made it the standard of Qiongshan..." The palace master was amazed.

However, on the Wannian Demon Sword, the remnant soul of the Supreme Demon Lord whose sanity had been overwhelmed by anger was roaring so loudly that Fu Yuanzhi couldn't get close. Apart from that, there was nothing else in the entire barrier.

Fu Yuanzhi turned around in horror, but the palace master didn't care much.

"From the abyss of extremes, although there is my enchantment, but there is no my soul."

So the anger burned all the way from the magic sword to Fu Yuanzhi's body, he spread his five fingers, and the bloody sword flew upside down, and he accepted the drive without any hesitation, so the two angers merged into one.