Tianjian Pavilion·Child of Luck

For the immortal cultivators, mortals often live for dozens of years, and all living beings are like floating in the ocean. To the immortal cultivators, the lifespan of a mere few decades is really a flick of a finger, and it is not worth mentioning.

However, in just a few short decades, the world of comprehension has been surging, and several major structures have been shaken and subverted overnight.

The decline of justice and the rise of demon cultivators, if not for the strong assistance of the hidden family, the world of comprehension would decline even more.

The demon cultivator was extremely rampant, and joined forces with the demon world to attack the barriers of the cultivation world, setting off a battle of the boundary wall, with countless bones.

And the source of all this chaos and turmoil is because of one person.

The Supreme Being of the Demon Realm, Shen Wumo.

No one knows exactly who he is—and those who know are no longer in this world—only know that his martial arts are extremely treacherous, and he is strong when he is weak, and even stronger when he is strong.From a humble beginning to rise with unprecedented speed and speed, to ascend to the throne of supremacy by trampling the bones of all who stand in his way with bloody thunder.

One will be a million bones.

There are also people who are dissatisfied that such a child becomes the leader of the demon world, but after these people are killed by the demon king in an extremely cruel way, no one dares to snatch the sharp edge of the demon king.

The dire situation is the current situation in the world of comprehension.

"Day, the people in the demon world are really too arrogant nowadays!" Wan Qing came to look at the mortal city whose land was soaked black with blood, his eyes filled with empathetic pain and sorrow, "mortals are like duckweed floating in this world, It’s not easy at all, why should they suffer from such an innocent disaster, don’t these devil cultivators fear the karma of heaven!”

The companion next to him pursed his lips, "If those guys are afraid, they won't be a demon who is known for being cruel."

Wan Qinglai clenched his fists and did not speak.

His companion glanced at him and sighed, "Qinglai, since we can't help them get buried in peace, let's stay here for a while to relieve their grievances."

Wan Qinglai looked at the smoky and screaming soul in the sky, and said softly: "Well, it's better to be reincarnated than to be caught by ghost cultivators."

After finishing speaking, Wan Qing looked at his companion whom he had met not long ago, and once again felt the joy and gratitude of meeting a confidant.

Wan Qinglai was born with the source of Wansheng when the family was at its peak. He was born with strong luck and talent, so he was the hope of the whole family.The elders in the family worried that he was too smooth and lacked the tempering of his mind, so he asked him to find the rumored Tianjian Pavilion.

In fact, the elders did not hope that he could find the Tianjian Pavilion, but only used this as a guide to hope that he could practice on the way of searching. Who knows, in the end he really found the illusory Tianjian Pavilion.Wan Qinglai exchanged Jiuling Panlongzhi with that venerable for a treasure that suppressed luck, but even so, his childhood was still too smooth compared to other peers.Because of this, when he became an adult, he took the initiative to practice in the lower realms.

Maybe it was really because of that treasure. After he descended to the realm, troubles that would never come to him came one after another. Just as his people were worried, his compassionate nature brought him countless troubles.

But Wan Qinglai didn't want to change.

Those who practice the Tao should stick to the Tao and stick to it until the end.

Benevolence is his way. If he doesn't even have the courage to stick to his way, how can he go against the sky and become a fairy?

Wan Qinglai fell into depression for a while, until one time he was hunted down and hid in Tibet. When he was almost desperate, he met a young man named Zhou.

The young man looked at him with his body, his bright eyes seemed to be more dazzling than the stars in the sky. While bandaging his wound and combing his strength, the young man smiled and said: "I know you, come Wanqing."

He struggled to sit up, and said cautiously: "Wan Mou doesn't know that he has such a famous reputation?"

The young man seemed to think of something funny, and said with a smile: "It's not about being famous, but your name of 'Wan Qinglai' is indeed widely spread in the cultivation world-a person who is full of sympathy and meddles in other people's affairs." The yellow-haired boy."

Wan Qinglai: ...

Really?Forgive him for really not knowing!

Wan Qinglai was speechless for a moment, then sighed softly: "The world laughs at me for being too ignorant, and I think the world is too mediocre."

"Oh? How can you see it?"

I don't know if he was injured and his heart is weak, or this young man just has a kind of power to calm people's hearts. Wan Qing spit out the words smoothly after holding back for a long time, "The way of heaven is always dependent on good and evil, and cause and effect depend on each other. Yes, I just think that if you grow a little more kind seeds, you will surely bear a little more kind fruits in the future.”

After finishing speaking, Wan Qinglai was ready to be laughed at.

"That's great."

Wan Qinglai blinked, then turned to meet the young man's eyes.

He can still clearly remember Zhou's gaze at that time, it was the most gentle and beautiful gaze he had ever seen, and it made him stay there stupidly.

"Sure enough, it's your style, conduct with benevolence, carry with virtue." The young man looked at him softly, "If you can really stick to it, heaven and earth will definitely reward you."

The young man said: "Such a person will never be weak."

Wan Qinglai listened to the young man's words in a daze, and a carp sat up from the ground, regardless of the wound on his body, excitedly grabbed the young man's hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, what's your name!"

"Single word 'Day'" Dayi stopped his movements, dumbfounded, "Don't move, your strength hasn't recovered yet, and you can't heal your wounds by yourself. I have Jinxue Pill on me, just take it if you don't mind."

Wan Qinglai did not suspect him, and after taking the Golden Snow Pill, he looked at Zhou with bright eyes: "Come, come and never be indecent, even if you know my name, I still have to say it again, my name is Wan Qinglai."

Seeing Wan Qinglai's puppy-like appearance, Hiruki couldn't help teasing: "I know, Qingyun goes straight up, luck comes, it's a good name."

"...Qinglai, why have you been staring at me and laughing since just now?" The gaze was so obvious that there was no way for him to pretend not to know, he turned his head and said helplessly.

Wan Qinglai shyly looked away, then glanced at Zhou unconsciously, and said with emotion: "I just remembered when we first met."

When we first met?

Zhou raised his eyebrows, glanced at the three inches above Wan Qinglai's head indiscriminately, there was still colorful auspicious aura, but it was far worse than Wan Qinglai's aura that was so thick that it could affect the surrounding things when he was a child, not only that, There is still black mist lingering between the luck that symbolizes the love of heaven, and the true dragon that is the source of luck is even more dim and sluggish, and the four-clawed body is faintly entwined with chain-like mist.

That kid surnamed Shen is really a ruthless person capable of great things. Not only did he steal Wanqing's luck, but he also transferred his own evil to this unlucky kid, and he actually suppressed this dragon who was supposed to be a dragon. The son of luck who flies nine days.Even in the daytime, he didn't expect the connection between darkness and luck to be so smooth. He thought that according to the virtues of this world consciousness, it would cause him some stumbling blocks. After all, there are really not many worlds where he can find a way to get the goods by himself.

It seems that the operation of this world has really reached a bottleneck, and the illusion of the fairy world will soon be unstoppable. At that time, the degradation of the world will be irreversible.

At the time of the initial transaction, Day thought that the world consciousness would directly conceive the "source", but it did not expect that it would divide the "source" into two, into "darkness" and "luck", and integrate them into the creatures it carefully nurtured to be born together. In the world, although there is an extra step to pick up the goods, I have to say that the Dao of Heaven is very fair in the overall situation of the world's operation. One is lucky enough to pick up anything casually, which is a treasure, and the other is unlucky enough to stay behind closed doors. There will be unexpected disasters, these two guys are natural enemies.

"Qinglai, we have arrived near the boundary wall of the Demon Realm, and the effect of my 'breathing breath' is coming soon, maybe a battle is inevitable, and we still have to find the Weeping Blood Flower, even if you are already a baby, you can't ignore this kind of consumption , let's rest here for a while."

Wan Qinglai looked at Zhou who made a straw nest at random, and nodded.

"kindness."