I'm afraid of myself

Like Zhong Litai, who entered the ladder after the Cherishing Messenger, he looked at the sky with feeling. The sky on the upper layer of the ladder was exactly the same as the outside world, as if the inversion of heaven and earth at the bottom was just a trap used by the Tianbang to scare outsiders.

"Zhong Litai?" The Cherishing Messenger looked at the young man beside him who had stopped suddenly. With his extravagant style, even when he ran to such a place, his subordinates carried a soft sedan for him to enjoy.

Zhong Litai didn't have his hobbies, and he was lukewarm towards the emissary of the magic way that he specially contacted. After walking so far, he could see the gorgeous sedan chair with veils on all sides, and the man lying crookedly inside was showing his breasts. It wasn't that Hong Ling was sent out to do some errands, it should be that the two of them were getting bored at this time, throwing dog food to others.

He didn't have the hobby of being a dog, so he didn't see anything.

"I said Zhong Litai!"

Calling out to the tall and thin figure in front of her again and again, the messenger of Xihua said angrily: "Didn't you come to ask for this envoy on your own initiative? As soon as you enter the ladder, you will cross the river and demolish the bridge, and you will ignore this envoy?"

These words made Zhongli Taishengsheng, who raised his feet forward, change his direction from the original forward direction to the right side, and he stood up straight with a slight shake of his forward-leaning upper body.

Zhong Litai: "No."

"This taciturn character," the Xihua messenger squinted his eyes because no one would see his expression clearly, and said with a half-smile: "Oh? Then tell me, I came to Tianbang to be my messenger. boss?"

Zhong Litai's breath sank, and when he turned around, his face, which was covered with vicissitudes and scars in a short period of time, was still handsome, but it was hard to remind people of the sunny boy in the beginning.

"The Messenger of Cherishing Flowers."

The man finally spoke, and no matter what he said, the messenger of cherishing flowers made a gesture of listening.

Zhong Litai said: "Isn't this what you hoped for?"

The Cherishing Messenger burst into laughter and clapped his hands slowly.

"Good idea, but you're not alone."

Zhong Litai pursed his lips tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Really? You kept the flag spirit in my hands all the time, just waiting for me to find you in person?"

The Cherishing Messenger said with a low smile, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Zhong Litai looked confused, he remembered what Hong Ling said when he sent him to the Withered Demon Sect, and also remembered that it was the man in front of him who exposed the destruction of Zhong Litai's family as a game between a few big shots.

The entire human race in the southern region is a pawn in their hands. Zhong Litai is no exception and made that puppet. He turned his unwillingness and resentment into a knife to help them clean up the pests surrounding the spirit of the Jiuli Zhanqi Banner and kill the real target. tease out.

Wuxiangtian, the line of Demon and Buddha.

Maybe Wang Shi, who has been deliberately close to him since he joined the Withered Demon Sect, has already been controlled?Or just die?

His usefulness was known as early as when he degenerated into a demon.

Holding the flag spirit, in front of the pawn that induced the lurking Mofo, then there is nothing to do with him, because it is impossible for Mofo to give up the flag spirit of the Jiuli Battle Banner, and it is impossible to give up him, but when he After completing the task and proposing to participate in the Tianbang Contest, Xihua Messenger's face flashed with clarity, as if there was something else happening that he didn't know about.

Could it be that even his coming here was involved in a certain plan and became a tool in someone's hands?

……

When is the head?

This involuntary day.

Zhong Litai's expression was numb, talking to him was like making love to a dead body, the envoy of Xihua became impatient after teasing him for a while, and he said: "I can tell you clearly, the Demon Dao never intended to keep you, as expected, very Someone will come to you soon, for the banner spirit in your hand."

Zhong Litai said indifferently: "That's why you don't keep the flag spirit in my hands, in order to lure out the demon Buddha lurking in the demonic way, so shouldn't my mission be completed?"

Isn't Wang Shi the prey of the net?

The Cherishing Messenger affirmed: "Yes, relax, in fact, you can understand it this way, your destiny is not in the devil, not in the fairy."

Zhong Litai asked in confusion, "Are you in Buddha?"

Cherishing Flowers Messenger smiled.

People in the world always think that demons deviate from the way of heaven and are expelled by people, but in fact, demon cultivation, immortal cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation are all practices, and their understanding of Tao is not much worse than immortal cultivation.

"I didn't say that," he pretended to be sarcastic: "I have good news for you. If you are led to Ruoshui Mountain by the Mofo family, you may see someone you know."

Zhong Litai suddenly thought of Zhongli Jun, his own elder brother who was released by him, but at this time he no longer had the twisted and dark prey of the day when the clan was exterminated, and his whole body was empty, like a puppet with no intention. It seemed lifeless.

"How can you be sure that the Demon Buddha will come to me? Besides, can you give the Banner Spirit to the Demon Buddha? Isn't it a treasure that you have worked so hard to get out of the Southern Region Renxiu? Just let me hold it and give it away to your enemies?"

"Of course there's something tricky about it," Xihua's envoy said, "But let me tell you, will you be a fool?"

This is nothing short of a threat.

A dead person is a ghost!

Zhong Litai was speechless.

Maybe it was because he looked too pitiful, so the Cherishing Messenger picked out his ears and lazily said: "Smart people don't tell what they know in their hearts, and unsmart people pretend to be smart and don't say anything. Zhong Litai, Did you know? There are a group of people in this world, they are a group of lunatics, and this group of lunatics does nothing but start the third world war. If you succeed, congratulations, you can successfully report to the office. If you fail, congratulations to you too , the mainland is reorganized, and there is no one out of ten living beings. Thinking about it, it is also a good result for people who complain."

Just like the battle between the dragon and the phoenix and the war between the lich and the dragon, the battle between the dragon and the phoenix was complemented by saints.But some people want to start the follow-up of the Yanhuang War, and when the time comes, they will end up with the people?

The only way is to prevent this group of people from succeeding, it's just this thought... Xihua glanced at Zhong Litai who said nothing, can he understand?

Fortunately, Zhong Litai really understood.

Fortunately, he is not the kind of person who cares about the flood after my death.

Xihua felt sorry for continuing to brainwash him, and said earnestly: "Maybe in your opinion, whether it is a demon or a human race, they are really ruthless to you. Sending you into a weak water mountain is no doubt like a sheep into a tiger's mouth, but There are so many injustices in this world, and you are not the only one who has been treated lightly by the heavens? Zhong Litai, I did not send you here to die, but two words, destiny."

The destiny is Buddha.

Buddhas of all ages.

deserved it.

The envoy Xihua didn't want to get involved in this shitty thing at all. Although he was a devil, and his subordinates could lose thousands of lives, it was outrageous to see such a person jumping into the fire pit like this, neither human nor ghost. This is the last entrustment of an old friend.

Well, his old friend is called Guanglai, and his name in his lifetime is Buddha Guanglai.

It is the one who is following Ji Wuxia after reincarnation.

Messenger Xihua stroked his beardless chin, thinking that people really can't know too much. If they know too much, their conscience will suffer. Although it is also a choice to live like Emperor Meixue, he is so lazy that he has become a demon envoy , Don't get ahead of big things, don't look for me for small things, isn't it also a happy life?

Thinking of this, he simply closed his eyes, not looking at Zhong Litai's questioning face for his words, and when Hong Ling came back and got into the tent, he was almost falling asleep.

He skillfully hugged the man's waist, the natural fragrance of flowers filled his nose, Hongling whispered a few words in his ear, and the messenger of cherishing flowers opened his eyes "shua", feeling a toothache in seconds.

Spring field actually appeared!

Mofo's group actually besieged He Jinyang and his party?

What's going on!

Although Hong Ling left at the time, he secretly left behind, and he even knew about Zhongli Jun's appearance later.

Messenger Xihua rubbed his cheeks, his status as a demon envoy is destined to know less than the above, even if he already knows more than those around him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take over Zhong Litai.

"never mind!"

No matter, part ways earlier, and relax sooner.

The Cherishing Messenger finally said something to Zhong Litai, pointing not far ahead.

"Walk from here and see three stars forming a triangular shape, cut your wrist and spill blood on the ground, the teleportation array will start naturally, you will be teleported as far as you want, but don't worry that group of people can't find you, your hands The things in it are destined that they will not let you go, and... Well, it is the senior telling the younger generation to be careful in everything."

Zhong Litai opened his mouth, his eyes paused briefly on the fluttering red gauze, he nodded and said, "I see, can I ask one last question?"

Cherishing Flower Messenger: "You say."

Zhong Litai: "Why are you so familiar with the inside of Tianbang?"

From the moment they entered the ladder, the Cherishing Flower Messenger led them to bypass the countless traps that were born here, and went straight to the teleportation location. This proficiency seemed to be at home, and it was hard to say that there was no reason.

Xihua blinked and said, "I am the envoy because of the dragon's work, what do you think is the reason?"

Of course, I also participated in the Tianbang.

The red robe slid down to the elbow, and the black bracelet on the white wrist was exactly the same as the one that Ji Wuxia gave He Jinyang and Xie Yanlai. After careful observation, you can also find the exact same bracelet on Hongling's ankle.

The Cherishing Messenger said: "You should go."

Zhong Litai no longer doubted, turned and left.

Upper ladder.

Compared with the strange scene of the reversed world at the bottom, the top floor is more ordinary and unremarkable. Simply put, it is exactly the same as the outside world.

The blue sky, the earth, the floating white clouds, the lush grass, the vast green mountains, the forests that nurture all kinds of creatures, the small river...

The melodies composed by countless lives interweave and lightly echo, forming an exceptionally bright forest tune.

In this quiet, comfortable and beautiful moment, the pure white sky is like a mirror hanging upside down, and several black shadows are getting closer and closer, from small to large.

"I knew it!"

He Jinyang and his party were beaten to death, but they didn't expect that the location set by the teleportation array would be in the sky. Feeling the thrill of falling from a high altitude, I don't know who cursed this sentence, and then resorted to various means.

The wind blows west and holds up the Liangyi fan, swinging it slightly, the strong wind blows across the sky, and blows away a few white clouds floating quietly to their feet. A group of people are either oops, or they are saved. They just started to take care of themselves.

He Jinyang looked up at the clear water and blue sky.

"Is this the upper part of the ladder?"

The Springfield Messenger who was sitting sideways gathered his long hair, fluffy and curled above his collarbone, and nodded noncommittally: "But although it is the upper level, the heavenly level is nine hundred and ninety-nine, here is only over 99 levels, we still have to Go up for a while."

"780...!"

Feng Chuixi couldn't believe it and said: "Then how do we get there!"

Among other things, just the first level of the ladder is a small world. Could it be that the next few levels are going to cross the world? ?

He Jinyang casually patted Feng Chuixi's shoulder, who had fallen into a lifeless situation, without any trace of melancholy, and said as a matter of course: "There must be a way."

Chuntian looked at him in surprise, "Did you know? Countless monks are trapped in these small worlds every time there is a battle for the top ranking, and only a few of them are lucky enough to reach the top and leave. Here, as we talk, the evidence will come Already." He raised his chin forward.

Everyone's eyes followed, and they all took a deep breath in their hearts.

Look high, look low.

What they saw before was a high view, beautiful scenery, clear water and blue sky, but this time they saw a close-up view, where the dots of white in the green are very obvious.

I saw corpses with some skeletons exposed in the countless high mountains and low valleys. These monks who had been dead for an unknown period of time had already merged with the local mountains and rivers in this small world. There are parts of each other.

So when they landed to find a place to rest, they were not at all surprised to see lying bones from a small river.

In addition to holding the water in both hands and falling into it, it is not necessary, and it is not necessary to use the wind to blow west.

Feng Chuixi waved his hands and said in grief and indignation: "What kind of world is this, how can people drink saliva and can't drink well!"

Leng Baijun and the others avoided the splashing water drops, Xiang Siyu and the others complained: "Forbearance will not die."

"But I feel bad!"

Feng Chuixi wronged Bala's shoulders on Leng Baijun's shoulders, looking through the bitter back, he couldn't help crying or smiling.

He Jinyang went down the river thoughtfully, picked up the corpse, and moved him to the bank.

Several people looked around it and offered suggestions.

Jia Kexin, who was born in Shuiruo Palace, judged from the magic weapon, "This man's vestment is rotten, let alone dead for ten thousand years."

Wind blowing without temper tantrums: "The bones are pure white without any residue, hard and not brittle, and should be the seventh-level power of the column before death."

Leng Bai Jundao: "Death by the sword, broken by poison."

Xiang Siyu: "..."

Tian Nan: "..."

Qi Shushu turned his head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Mr. Leng Bai: "..."

Chuntian laughed: "He died by the sword, but the root cause of his death at the hands of the sword repairer was poison."

A strange atmosphere suddenly appeared in the audience, and Chuntian came to Leng Baijun's side unconsciously, exhaling like blue, and winking like silk.

"Beauty, can you tell which sword cultivator killed him?"

"..." Lord Leng Bai shook his head. Just talking about Zhongzhou, there are already countless sects that have a deep understanding of the way of swordsmanship. What's more, those casual cultivators who have their own enlightenment, although he is proficient in the way of swordsmanship, may not know everything about swordsmanship.

"Hehe," Chuntian snorted, "I can tell what kind of poison he was poisoned with."

Light white slender fingers poke at the neck of the skeleton, a section of hard bone is fairer than the other, but it's just a little bit of color difference, it looks like cold jade in the sun.

"Curse Heart Bone, Curse Heart Gu, Bone Gu and Gu Bone Enmity, People who have been poisoned with this kind of poison are mostly betrayal people. This kind of people have rebellious bones in their bones, so Curse Heart Gu was born. Gu, the person who curses, is usually drugged by the family, and the Gu mother is in the hands of the patriarch, eh, strange..."

He Jinyang listened quietly, halfway Chuntian seemed to find the problem and stretched out his hand, seeing with his own eyes that she fiddled with a token from the bone.

"This is……"

Chuntian opened the token and saw the words on it. With a shake of his hand, the copper square plate fell to the ground, making a dull sound unique to copperware, and a sharp thank you character appeared on it.

There is no need to explain it, just seeing that it can make the demon messenger tremble is enough to know the weight of this word.

He Jinyang picked it up and said in a deep voice, "Thank you Yan for coming?"

Several eyes focused on him, his expression was indescribable.

"Don't be so brave?" Jia Ke cried in his heart, "None of us can afford to provoke the one in the Blood Heaven Realm, how dare you call him by his name!"

No, I don't know about others, he must dare!

For a while, Chun Tian, ​​Feng Chuixi and others who knew part of the inside story silently refuted in their hearts.

"..." He Jinyang hesitated for a while, and said embarrassedly: "I will pay attention next time." Well, you should pay attention, it would be bad if you provoke someone.

……

No, maybe it's okay to come.

He Jinyang whispered the name Xie Yanlai between his teeth, his eyes suddenly became far-reaching, hiding endless starry nights.

Feng Fuxi: "Should we dispose of it?"

He Jinyang didn't raise his head when he heard Feng Chuixi's distasteful voice, "No matter what, we know this is the Xie family, although we don't know if it's the Four Saints Xie's family..."

Feng Chuixi: "Impossible." There is no one here who is not from the Feng family of Qinglong Feng, who is more qualified to object, "This person is obviously a demon cultivator, and the four generations of immortal cultivators are no exception. It is said that he and... Cough, I still believe that Demonic Dao is related, saying that he is related to the Four Sages Xie's family, don't blame me for being unreasonable, there is no such thing at all!"

He Jinyang was silent for a while, not expressing his opinion on the aggressive Feng Chuixi for the time being. Feng Chuixi also thought that this matter was over, but as they explored the world step by step, more bones of demon cultivators and immortal cultivators piled up into mountains. Xi's original confidence also began to falter.

Another corpse of a demon cultivator.

token.

Broken vestments.

It's like the last one reappearing.

Feng Zhixi swallowed his saliva, and murmured unwillingly: "Impossible, this is impossible..."

Impossible is possible.

Mr. Leng Bai pressed his head on his shoulder, with a serious expression on his face.

"He Jinyang, what should we do?"

He Jinyang sighed: "I don't know if you have heard a story. There are gods in the sky and demons in the earth. Therefore, the human race living in the chaos can choose one of the two sides. In the story, one person dies and wakes up as a demon." , but this person used to be a fairy, he was a fairy, and he was also an important person. No one thought that the human race could become a demon after becoming a fairy."

In just a few words, the listeners were terrified, and Jia Ke trembled his lips and said, "Is this true?"

He Jinyang said: "It should be true."

The wind blew west and raised his head from Leng Baijun's shoulder: "Evidence!"

He Jinyang waved the rag in his hand, "I picked it up from this corpse."

Only at this time did everyone realize that He Jinyang, who was speaking sideways, was actually reading, not talking.

Feng Chuixi snatched it away, and put the words on it into his eyes. The three views were shattered, and Qing Juan's face was flushed red, as if he wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, He Jinyang slapped him on the back, "Calm down."

Feng Chuixi was choked up from the beating, and he gritted his teeth while covering the painful part, thinking that it must be purple, and said fiercely: "This is not a story at all."

"I say stories are stories? Why didn't I know you were so naive before," He Jinyang sneered.

I didn't expect to be blown away by the wind of ridicule. Thinking about it, I should stop talking and deal with my own three views first.

When he makes way, everyone will have a chance to understand what He Jinyang knows.

He Jinyang held the rags that had just arrived in his hand, who knew that the truth of the last Tianbang was actually written on the hem of the clothes that was hastily cut off.

9000 years ago, the monks participating in the Tianbang battle came from all walks of life. Among them, the four princes were the most eye-catching. The magic side was in decline, but a big monster was born at the right time. On that day, ghosts cried and wolves howled. The evil ghosts weeping and weeping, a blood plum tree appeared out of thin air in the real spirit world, which was the body of the great demon.

"This is about Ji Wuxia."

He Jinyang said indifferently, his eyes fell on the four princes.

Mr. Leng Bai: "I'm afraid it was a member of the clan who participated in it back then, but the Leng family never left any records."

Feng Chuixi frowned: "My family is too."

Nodding, He Jinyang continued: "The righteous and the evil have been fighting for a long time, and this time the kings are fighting for the king. The four princes of the righteous way joined hands to reach the top, but we have to be vigilant from the dragon... just because A great demon from the Devil’s Dao set up a treacherous scheme and forced Prince Xuanwu to die in vain. The murderer pointed at Suzaku’s son Xie Qinghong, Bai Hu and Qinglong. ..."

Seeing the name of Prince Suzaku, He Jinyang's eyes flickered, and he continued to read.

The content is not so strange, but when they think of all the blood and blood turned into a scroll, people who read it can't help but sigh.

It may be the last letter, but the person who wrote it didn't write down much content, most of it is the key event of leaving the book, such as...

"Suzaku is immortal, Nirvana is reborn, the flames of evil are born, and demons are born."

It seems that there were no people who knew the truth back then.

He Jinyang couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth with a shallow arc.

Seeing his confident appearance, Xiang Siyu asked curiously, "What did you see?"

He Jinyang said: "Well, I can see it." He gestured with his fingers, "It said that Xie Qinghong died in the hands of the sons of Feng Leng's family, but the last sentence refers to the truth that Suzaku is not dead. I don’t know about Zhiyan, but have you ever heard of birds that eat mouths? For example, the mythical beast called 鸑鷟? "

Blinking, Xiang Siyu looked at Tiannan and turned to the Encyclopedia of Species. No one here knows better than Taotie who has eaten up the three worlds.

Tian Nan actually recalled a kind of bird, to be precise, it was one of the ancient five phoenixes.

"Is it the two characters of 鸑鷟?"

He cautiously wrote all over the ground with gestures and extremely complicated words. He Jinyang compared them and nodded, "That's right."

Tian Nan said without hesitation: "One of the five phoenixes is also one of the five shapes of the Suzaku. In the world where the immortals and gods were not completely separated in the Great Wilderness, the Suzaku was more believed by the human race at that time, but the Lord of the Land who guarded the south was born extraordinary. Zhiyan, there is no way to go down to the human world, so he often releases his avatar to communicate with the human race, and gradually occupies a place in the belief of the human race. The image came, but after the end of the Great Desolation, the belief gradually became confused, and the truth disappeared in time."

After listening to his explanation, no one in the room raised any objection. After all, Taotie was born in the wilderness, grew up in ancient times, and lives in the present. It can be said that every hair of him is a fossil-level figure, which can be called moving history.

Feng Chuixi couldn't help but said: "Could it be that the Son of Suzaku has turned into a strange bird like a raven?"

Unexpectedly, it was not Tian Nan who opposed him but He Jinyang.

He Jinyang: "I'm afraid he has become Suzaku. Haven't you ever returned to your ancestors?"

Feng Chuixi held his beating heart and liver, and looked like, oh my god, I can't bear it.

Mr. Leng Bai decided to let this exaggerated guy rest, so he pushed him back with a blank expression, tapped his chin, nodded and said: "Yes, but this is a secret of the four families, and few holy sons can do it." do it."

"In this case, let's think about it," He Jinyang got the answer, used his brain with confidence, and began to pick up someone's skin, "When the blood was awakened when he was dying, the son of the Xie family turned into a vermilion bird..."

"Wait a minute, this is not Suzaku. Since it's a return to the ancestors, why not become Suzaku but an incarnation?"

After seeing the thank-you token, Chuntian, who was abnormally silent, suddenly retorted. He Jinyang looked at her quietly for a while, as if she felt that she had been seen through by those clear and calm eyes, her breathing stopped subconsciously, and those eyes calmly moved away. ...

He Jinyang said: "Maybe it's impossible, maybe it's impossible. We can't judge the situation at that time, but I remember that the bird of prey has a characteristic, that is, it eats sins, eats sins, and wins a new life. It coincides with the phoenix's nirvana. The fifth phoenix. I think that Xie Qinghong might have had to maintain the form of a bird to heal his own serious injuries, or he was bound to have some inconveniences from being transformed into a demon. Therefore, the Son of Vermillion Bird never appeared again. in front of people."

Gritting his teeth, Chuntian said as if making a last-ditch effort, "Why didn't he die?"

"Impossible to die."

He Jinyang said affirmatively, without even giving Chuntian a chance to refute again, shaking the volume of last words, "No one will write down a dead enemy before he dies. This enemy must live well enough that he must Write it down, and use up your body to shorten your life and preserve your last words to the present. Thousands of years ago, the cassocks were all ashes and turned into slag, let alone this piece of rag that was cut off. The strokes and handwriting can be so clear, it is taken for granted that it is useless Less blood."

Chuntian's face turned pale for a moment, and He Jinyang's next words completely turned her face pale.

He Jinyang said: "The name of Xie Qinghong has not been mentioned in these years, so it must have been changed. Qinghong, Hong, and Honghu are also one of the five phoenixes, Honghu, Yan, Yanlai, Xie Yanlai," he whispered Muttering a few intermittent words, the complete name has been spelled by him at will.

Xie Yanlai.

The emperor of the Demon Dao whose background is unknown, the Lord of the Blood Heaven Realm, and the King of the Sea of ​​Blood feared by the Immortal Dao.

He Jinyang couldn't help but smile.

"He's really an acquaintance."

is not that right?There have been so many scandals.