Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

The body is no longer under the control of the mind, and immediately the soul separates from the body and sees the actions of the body from the perspective of a third person.

Is this what you used to be like?

Feng Moran, who is in the state of soul, quietly follows his body, watching this "Feng Moran" who is the same as himself, but it can't be said that there is something missing, and acts spontaneously.

It has begun, the intervention of the Creator God in this world.

Realizing this, Feng Moran breathed a sigh of relief.

He followed him through the Holy Demon Immortal Palace. Because of Ji Yudao's paranoid possessiveness towards him and his brutal methods in the past, not only no one of the demon cultivators he met along the way dared to stop him, even those who dared to look at him more No, I saw the shadow of the robes of the former immortals flashing from a distance, and I hurriedly fled away.

Where is "he" going?

Feng Moran observed his actions with great interest, full of curiosity about Lou Yi's arrangement, and felt a little pity.

Now this state of doing nothing but watching movies complements the potato chips, but the soul state cannot touch the real thing, and the potato chips are all in the pockets of the body, invisible and intangible.

Passing through the winding corridors and a series of pavilions, "Feng Moran" entered the Wan Hai Zhai of the Holy Demon Immortal Palace.

This is the study that Ji Yudao ordered people to build after he unified the cultivation world and the demon world.To store all the secret exercises of the sects that he destroyed with one hand is not to leave a thread out of good intentions, or to covet the secrets of them. He does this just to show off his great achievements.

Beneath Wan Haizhai's scholarly scent, what concealed was the blood and souls of countless tragic deaths, and at the same time, it showed the cruelty of the sage of the Demon Dao all the time.

Therefore, Wan Haizhai is also the place that Feng Moran hates the most, and he never thought of setting foot in it.

Seeing the gate of Wanhaizhai, Feng Moran couldn't help frowning.

At the same time, his body also stopped, staring at Wan Haizhai's rugged eaves Daiwa with more indifferent eyes than usual.

Obviously, "he" is also rejecting this place.

But soon, "Feng Moran" acted again, as if thinking of something, a look of worry flashed across his eyes, and then, as if making up his mind, he walked forward and quickly entered Wan Haizhai.

Feng Moran didn't follow up. After going through the inheritance of the family destroyed by Ji Yudao in his mind, he already understood the arrangement of the Creator God.

When Lai was eating potato chips at Chuangshishen's house, he often shared a tablet with Qu Shengxiao to read online articles.

They paid special attention to the same type of novels on the Internet and their creators.

The plots and characters of these novels may be different, but there are always some special places, such as the customary convention of setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and there are some default rules.

For example, if there is a misunderstanding and you can’t explain clearly, it’s fine to have sex.

The poisoning can't be solved, just make love.

If you are seriously injured and want to continue your life, just snap.

Right now, Ji Yudao's original source is damaged and is recuperating. Even if he recovers from his injuries in the future, his strength will be greatly reduced. In this world where strength is the most important thing, it will be even more difficult to continue to hold the No.1 position of the Immortal and Demon Second Dao .

But it is not impossible for him to fully recover.

In Wan Haizhai's vast collection of books, there is a magic inheritance, the method of creating both the body of immortals and demons. To practice this method, one needs a pure immortal body and the other a pure evil body. It is necessary to self-destruct the way first, and then to be able to break it and then stand up. In the end, both parties who practice this method will become a chaotic body of immortals and demons, and the future is limitless.

"In the world of emotional flow, there is nothing that can't be solved with one slap. If there is, it should be done a few more times."

In Feng Moran's mind, the Creator God facing the computer appeared, with the cold reflection on the lens.

Of course he wouldn't have paid attention to such a fucking magic technique before, but at this moment relevant information popped up in his mind, of course it was Lou Yi's fault.

The omniscient and omnipotent Creator can stuff everything into your mind unconsciously if he wants you to know.

Feng, who had seen through everything, stood indifferently outside Wan Haizhai, with no fluctuations in his heart, just missing potato chips a little bit.

He is in the state of soul now, and if "I" really decides to use that painful magic technique to help Ji Yudao in a while, at worst he will travel in the state of soul. Anyway, his self-willed soul does not have to worry about being killed by other puppet characters. Discovery, and after the plot is over, the soul will automatically return to the body.

When "I" came out of Wan Haizhai, Feng Moran saw that "I" was holding the expected cheat book in his hand.

Feng Moran turned around calmly and prepared to go out to visit the great rivers and mountains according to the original plan, when he suddenly heard "myself" let out a long sigh, and said: "Today is not yesterday, and the past has all kinds of things, so why bother to be nostalgic."

He had a bad premonition in his heart, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch "I" take out his former body protection magic weapon, saber, etc., as well as a bag of potato chips, two bags of potato chips, etc. Chips, three packs of potato chips...

All kinds of high-grade magical instruments that can only be operated by the aura of the pure immortal body are placed together with a large pile of puffed junk food and piled on the ground.

Feng Moran suddenly understood what was about to happen—"he" made up his mind to double cultivation with Ji Yudao, and after that he could only become a body of chaos. Although he was powerful, he no longer had the face to pretend to be his past identity, these useless things that represented past memories , and it is time to be discarded.

But for Lou Yi's ancestors, he discarded the dharma implement, so why use his snacks? !

I saw "Feng Moran" concentrating on it, condensing the only trace of spiritual power that he could use in his whole body, and sacrificing the basic open fire formula that three-year-old children in the two worlds must learn for beginners.

"..." Feng Moran had nothing to say.

He saw it, really, even if Ji Yudao used it in his heyday, it would not be possible to destroy these top fairy artifacts in the cultivation world, let alone himself whose strength is infinitely close to that of Huangkou Xiaoer.

The only thing that can be burned, of course, is that pile of innocent potato chips.

Lou Yi designed this plot, making it clear that it was Hong Guoguo's revenge!

Feng Moran desperately thought: What can he do, he is also very desperate.

It is impossible to stop it. He has long tried to compete with the "self" in the plot for control of his body, but a huge invisible force hindered him with a silent warning - if he insisted on going against the sky, But if you do it, the end will undoubtedly be that your soul will fly away.

Doing what you know you can't do is the boldness that a cultivator should have.

But just to save a few bags of potato chips, even Feng Moran would not do such a thing.

The fire was burning from dim to bright, Feng turned around indifferently, couldn't bear to see his beloved snack disappear in Zhu Rong, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw Ji Yudao coming from not far away, following the smoke that went straight up to Qingyun.

He couldn't help being a little displeased.

After Ji Yudao damaged his own origin, although he concealed the news, there are so many eyes and ears in the Holy Demon Immortal Palace, how can it be true that there is no rumor.

In the past few days, many magic masters have been eager to make a move, and they have been secretly inquiring around, but they have not been able to find out the exact information. Frightened by Ji Yudao's thunderous methods in the past, they dare not rashly attack.

Thinking of this, Feng Moran felt a headache again.

The way of imperial servants pays attention to kindness and power, and there is no doubt about giving and employing people. Ji Yudao has always been awe-inspiring, and apart from himself being indifferent to the wind, he treats all people in the world like ants. If the sky annoys the sage, his life will be lost.

Therefore, the monks who follow Ji Yudao have always been more fearful than respectful, more flattering than sincere towards this holy monarch.On the surface, he is respectful, but behind his back, he is thinking about tearing a piece of flesh off him all the time.As long as Ji Yudao can keep his position as the number one master, if he shows a slight flaw, he might be attacked by a pack of wolves who have been watching him for a long time and be torn to pieces.

Feng Moran stroked his forehead with his hands, and sighed softly.

It was because he, the master, didn't teach his disciples well, which led to the current situation.

After walking for a while, Ji Yudao rushed to Wan Haizhai, stood still for a while, walked up to Feng Moran, and asked, "Master, why are you sighing, but what troubles you encountered?"

? ? ? !

Feng Moran forgot to hide his surprise, he stared at Ji Yudao standing in front of him blankly, looking straight at him, and subconsciously looked at "myself" across the fire, only to see that "Feng Moran" was very close to him. There was no response to Ji Yudao's appearance.

The author has something to say:

Potato chip gentleman is honest, trying his best to take the responsibility on himself, obviously the pot is all Lou Yi's