I'm afraid of myself

No matter where you look at it, the size and distance of the four pillars are exactly the same, and the totems of the four beasts flashed respectively.

Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, Suzaku.

Of the four great beasts guarding Shenzhou, only Suzaku Yan's body is as bright as blood, and it looks as if it is about to take off. Compared with it, the totems on the other four pillars are much duller and more lifeless.

"The Token of Conferring the King has existed for tens of thousands of years, but only four times. Emperor Mei Xue was able to hand over the Token of the King. I don't know how many people are surprised by this."

Why don't you open your mouth indifferently, but it is to expose the secrets of the past.

"The Fengjunling should have never been born again, otherwise it would not have been left to Ji Wuxia back then."

Ji Wuxia ignored his accusation, and her complicated eyes were fixed on the golden light in the distance.

The golden light emitted from the celestial list is full of spirituality, quickly covering the endless sky at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then when the golden texture is so rich that it looks like a piece of gold is embedded in the sky, a high platform with indescribable material slowly emerges from the celestial list.

Feng Chuixi looked solemn: "Why can't the Emperor's Order be born?"

Why not take a stubborn look at him, his calm and gentle voice is as cold as snow.

"Under the king, there are dry bones and yellow sand. It's just the title of the king, so what about the gathering of all the kings?"

Before they could react, Ji Wuxia's round and cold voice had already said in a deep voice.

"From the order of the king, the kings fight for the king."

He turned his head, his gaze stayed for a moment on these young people who had been selected by Feng Junling, and he disappeared from the charm in a blink of an eye.

"It is not the emperor who confers the title of the emperor, but the summoning of the emperors to evaluate the king of destiny. The one who can survive on the list is the emperor, and the one who can ascend to the throne is the unique emperor."

Turning around, not looking at their expressions, but such a cover-up is unnecessary, He Jinyang and the others can imagine Ji Wuxia's decisive appearance at this time just from the venomous voice oozing out.

"Don't you think that only the devil has a devil emperor?"

After Ji Wuxia finished speaking, Feng Chuixi and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. He Jinyang was so blessed that he saw through the layers of relationships in an instant, and raised his eyebrows and asked: "There is a devil emperor in the devil's way, and there is an immortal king in the immortal way. Is this what you mean?"

Ji Wuxia glanced at him meaningfully and nodded.

"exactly."

The changes in the Tianbang are not only seen by the Admonishment Sect. After these months of brewing, people in the entire four regions are attracted by the upcoming battle for the Tianbang. Open golden border.

First, the light gold covered the thin blue, and finally the rich and noble color covered the sky and covered the sky, ruling the endless void, and what emerged from that supreme and noble light was the unique Dengxiantai.

But it's not so much a platform as it is...

"Ah! That's..."

People in the southern region and other places are exclaiming that the high platform that appears from the Tianbang is not a platform at all, but a step that leads directly to the sky. It will be mistaken for a platform because the height and area are too wide. The field that vision can touch is not as extreme as possible.

"Only the legendary ancestral witch with the blood of Pan Gu can regard this as an ordinary step, right?"

Wang Shi of the Dry Demon Sect also saw this scene and sighed in awe. The person staying by his side happened to be Zhong Litai after he became enchanted.

He looked at the boundless and clear sky. The eyes of ordinary people couldn't look directly at such a strange scenery, but it made this demon cultivator feel a certain degree of pressure.

Because it is too clean, it is really at odds with him, a person who is rotten in his bones.

Zhong Litai lowered his head and tucked the emperor's order in his sleeves deeper.

"Speaking of which, aren't you also a candidate for the Immortal King?"

After Wang Shi sighed, he turned his head to look at him, looking at Zhong Litai from beginning to end with probing eyes.

"I didn't expect the two of us to see each other again after the Fairy Awakening Conference."

As a demon cultivator who survived He Jinyang's brain piercing, Wang Shi is entitled to be proud, especially now that He Jinyang's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and his experience has become a legend.

Wang Shi, who returned to the Dry Demon Sect, was ridiculed by fellow practitioners at the beginning, who can look down on him now?

That is the person who can obtain the Emperor's Order from the Demon Venerable, and who is the top of the list.Careful people can easily see that he is bound to have a share in the subsequent battle for the king, but those who thought so at the time were still a little wrong.

It has been more than a few months since the Tianbang. During this period, many masters who are qualified to be the emperor have been excavated. He Jinyang, as the first capable person to open the order of the emperor, has not changed his status during these days. It can be seen that The Tianbang recognized his strength and ability to rule the kings.

What?Do not understand the meaning of this sentence?

To put it another way, it means that there are countless powerful people in the world, but none of them can shake He Jinyang's position on the list.His ability is not limited to opening the Heavenly List, but also has a high level of cultivation that is unmatched by countless latecomers.If the rest of the people who want to ascend to the throne don't get rid of He Jinyang, he will definitely be the confidant of the lords on the Tianbang this time.

Knowing that Wang Shi was able to survive this man who is the enemy of the whole world, the eyes of those who looked down on him changed.

He Jinyang's success just shows Wang Shi's strength.

If you are not strong, how can you survive?

Thanks to this, Wang Shi's status in the Withered Demon Sect has risen, and when Zhong Litai was sent over, he took over.

Now the Tianbang is full of vigor and vigor, and Wang Shi is a little bit embarrassed about the secret behind Zhong Litai's family destruction, and he does not hide the king's order in his hand without telling him.

As golden as a piece of jade, Zhong Litai suddenly raised his head.

Wang Shi laughed: "I won't participate."

Zhong Litai couldn't hide his astonishment: "Why?"

Wang Shi looked melancholy, his eyes stayed on Zhong Litai's young face, and he said half jokingly and half seriously: "If I were a few hundred years younger, I would be willing to risk my life to fight, but I am old. "

Wasn't the reason why he escaped from He Jinyang's hands because of his long life and rich experience?

But some things depend on blessings and misfortunes. Rich experience means that he does not have the lifespan and opportunities that young people have. The third level of the column has basically brought his monk career to an end. Opportunities should be given to young people.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago.

This is what experience told him.

Of course Wang Shi thought he didn't want to die.

Zhong Litai heard what he meant, but he didn't defend himself, "Then why did you tell me this?" Glancing at the jade tablet on the table, he wondered, "Even if you change hands, you won't have this thing." Few people want it, right?"

Wang Shi smiled bitterly, and touched the smooth surface of the jade tablet with his palm reluctantly.

The color is like a transparent golden crystal, much more delicate than those half-made feng jun orders, but compared with the real and noble golden yellow, this one is a work of art.

With a low sigh, Wang Shi let go of his last thoughts and said, "I still want to see how far I can achieve in this lifetime."

Zhong Litai glanced at the gold and jade stone on the table again, and said emphatically, "A demon king?"

"For those of us, a demon king is enough." After Wang Shi finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Litai, "You should be different."

Zhong Litai immediately clenched the Fengjun Ling in his sleeve, and the surface of that piece of jade showed a deeper golden color than Wang Shi's, as if the sun's rays had been absorbed into the jade and preserved for thousands of years, it was dazzling and dazzling.

With dark eyes, Wang Shi said to him meaningfully: "You have this ability."

The ambition in Zhong Litai's heart was ignited by him with a "bang".

"Farewell first!"

Wang Shi waved his hand, nonchalantly picked up the teacup on the table that had been neglected for a long time, and the figure of someone walking away fell on the lifeless scenery of the Withered Demon Sect, exuding a rare surge of vitality.

The bluestone round table, the dry yellow leaves were blown off the table by a gust of cold wind, and the loess under the feet was loose without a trace of moisture.This place can't even breed any life, no matter how tenacious trees grow here, they can only grow yellow leaves that will shatter when touched.

At this time, what fell in front of Wang Shi was the yellow leaves that can be seen everywhere in the Withered Demon Sect, and even the dry words of the Withered Demon Sect came from this.

Casting a spell to hold up the fragile and dry leaf, the pair of dark eyes under the thick black eyebrows couldn't see the appearance of the heart and lungs for Zhong Litai just now, Wang Shiqing snorted coldly, and he crushed the yellow leaf.

Wang Shi: "This is the last time to help you lure Zhong Litai, Garuda, I am Wang Shi, not Naga."

Fine yellow leaves floated across the dark red sky of the Withered Demon Sect, unnoticed through the space and came to a hand, and quickly gathered into the shape of leaves.

The tips of the crystal clear nails were abnormally pink, the top of his hairless head revealed his status as a monk, and his thin body was wrapped in a washed-white monk's robe.

"You will always come back, just as you will help me."

With a slight flick, the leaf shattered silently. At this moment, the handsome and upright eyebrows had two touches of coquettishness embedded in the corners of the eyes, and the dignified eyes were elongated, condensing a sinister and evil spirit.

"Grandmaster."

The smiling monk put away the excessive curvature of the corners of his mouth, and regained his integrity and peace. When he turned around, he saw Zhongli Jun who was looking for someone.

Zhongli Jun's face was pale, seeing the monk was like seeing his own life-saving straw, he walked over eagerly, his painful eyes wandered around, as if he was in a deep dream and couldn't find peace.

The monk sighed softly, held his hand, and asked with concern: "Dream again?"

Zhongli Jun blinked, his expression revealing the pain of the family's destruction.

"What should I do, master? I can't forget Artest, his...father...I..."

The throat seems to be scratched by a sharp weapon, and the five viscera and the abdomen are diseased under the suppressed emotions. The body, which is not good at all, has not been cultivated these days and has weakened like an old man in his seventies. If he is a little emotional, he will Feedback to the host in the most drastic way.

The monk immediately half-supported and half-hugged him, listening to the hoarse cough being suppressed by his heavy panting, he finally brought up the topic that must be discussed as if he couldn't bear it.

"Do you want revenge?"

Zhongli Jun was at a loss for a moment, even ignoring the discomfort in his body, he turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the benevolent and kind-hearted monk.

"You...haven't always...disapproved?"

In front of him, the monk showed a compassionate look that seemed to empathize with the misery in the world, and the few Buddhist texts he silently recited seemed to be regretful. In this way, he looked more and more like an ancient monk who came from Foshan and invited him to step into the sea of ​​suffering, full of kindness. Thought and compassion.

"But benefactor, this matter has already become a knot in your heart, and it is not a good thing to avoid talking about it."

Bewildered for a moment, Zhong Lijun immediately realized that he might die soon, otherwise how could this master who avoids killing bring up killing people in the world, which is an extremely tragic matter of human nature.

"Grandmaster……"

Monk: "Amitabha, benefactor, do you want to live?"

Of course I do!

Zhongli Jun can admit without hesitation that he is afraid of death.

To put it bluntly, it's not because he can't accept Zhonglitai's annihilation of his family that he has been in such pain, but because he is suffering from his own body that can no longer get the elixir to continue his life!

Although he was raised by his father, he was still the young master of the family. He was well aware of Zhong Litai's treatment, but he didn't want to help blatantly. After all, half of his status at that time was due to Zhong Litai's experience.

However, his normal mind is different from his obsessive father. All the clans in the southern region know that the Zhongli patriarch has a bad relationship with the concubine, but the eldest son has a deep brotherhood and a good reputation.

Zhong Lijun felt that the relationship between himself and Zhong Litai was not bad, otherwise he would not be able to survive. Without harming his own interests, Zhong Litai could be said to have been brought up by him alone.

Therefore, he was particularly entangled.

The noble treatment in the family made him have to take the responsibility of avenging the family, but he didn't want to take revenge.

One is too dangerous, he can be said to be the person in the whole family who knows Zhong Litai's strength best, not to mention that he can't practice, even if he can, he can't beat the talented Zhong Litai at all.

Zhong Lijun said that he hadn't lived enough and didn't want to die.

The second is that his health is too poor. Before taking revenge, he felt that he might die from various diseases caused by congenital insufficiency. You must know that in Zhongli's home, he needs to eat a lot of precious spiritual things every day to live safely to such an age.

In the beginning, he was really saddened by the destruction of his family, and he couldn't even figure out the cause and result, everything was so sudden.But it would be a complete lie to say that after such a long time he was still in deep sleep.

Sneaking a sneak peek at the dignified and handsome monk, if he hadn't happened to pass by to save him, Zhongli Jun felt that he might die on the way to escape, that's when he decided to hug this thigh tightly, and... this man How come the more beautiful you look?

The monk lowered his eyes, his eyebrows and eyeliner were graceful and gentle, exuding a masculine and feminine glamor. Zhongli Jun's eyes were in a trance for a while, and suddenly he didn't know what he was thinking just now.

The monk who had calmly put the obsession on Mr. Zhongli's face back into his eyes lightly raised his head, and maintained a posture of holding Mr. Zhongli halfway. The monk exhaled like blue and whispered in his ear: "The poor monk has a way to help the benefactor to take revenge. , can also help the benefactor to live, I wonder if the benefactor is willing?"

Zhong Lijun was at a loss for the sudden distance, but was soon attracted by the fragrance in the air, and unconsciously obeyed.

Gently snorting like a kitten stretching out its paws, Zhongli Jun was just about to be amazed by the change in his voice, a hand had already wrapped around his slender waist, the monk's voice moved from far to near, gradually, Zhongli Jun didn't know where he was at all, he only knew that he didn't object to any of the monk's proposals.

When he fell to the bed in the thatched hut, the belts of his clothes gradually widened, and his hands were tied by hair ties, Zhongli Jun asked with a blank face: "Master, I don't seem to know your Dharma name... um..."

Gently tapped his rosy chest, lifted his clothes to cover half of his face, but his voice came to his ears clearly and unmistakably in this intoxicating atmosphere.

Jialuluo: "Poor monk Kasyapa, your benefactor, please study hard the exercises bestowed by my Buddha."

"I……"

After that, the sound was soft and rotten, as if the green fruit gradually turned to ripeness, exuding a rotten and charming fragrance.

His black hair spread across the edge of the bed and fell straight to the ground. There are various techniques of the Buddhist Tantric Huanxi Zen, and the postures are even more strange. Mr. Zhongli couldn't adapt at the beginning, and only had the strength to cry and pant in less than an hour.

The emaciated and sickly body is much better than before after being replenished with spiritual energy, but the gap in physical strength cannot be made up for a while.

With his arms around Zhongli Jun's shoulders, listening to his soft panting, and holding his ears, a blue light flashed in Garuda's eyes, like the fleeting playfulness and cruelty of a bird of prey when it catches its prey.