Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

In the quiet room, Mozun sat cross-legged in the magic circle, with a magic sword on his lap.He stretched out his fingertips, stroked the long sword in his hand inch by inch, his handsome face was indifferent, but there seemed to be an undercurrent in his eyes.

The blade of the sword is sharp, with a monstrous and cold aura, and the body of the sword is engraved with intricate patterns, which seem to imply the truth of heaven and earth, and the pure and strong killing spirit lingers around the magic weapon, which is evil and dangerous.

This is indeed a peerless magic weapon, any master of refining in this world will be amazed when he sees it.I am afraid that in the lower realms, there will be no second magic weapon comparable to this sword.

The Mozun should have been extremely satisfied with this.

He searched for thousands of years, gathered countless spiritual treasures, and finally sacrificed an innate Taoist body, just now he refined such a weapon that can carry all his strength, and even counter the heavenly law.

But when his hand stroked the long sword again and again, but he could no longer feel the surging suppressed emotions, only a cold and penetrating murderous aura came, but he felt uncomfortable...even displeased.

Mozun wiped his sword for a moment, his slender hands tightened slightly, and then eased off.The blade cut through the palm, and the bright red blood slipped from the gap between the fingers, stained the blade, and then slowly penetrated into it.

The blade of the magic sword trembled slightly twice, exuding a sense of intimacy towards him, as if it was longing for more.

He looked down at the long sword in his hand, and couldn't tell what expression was on his face. After a while, he silently picked up the scabbard beside him, and slowly put the long sword back into it. Then he got up and walked out of the quiet room, looking at the moon in the distance.

The bleak moonlight fell on this cold palace, and all the buildings were silent, with the loneliness accumulated over the years, just like him, who had been alone for thousands of years.

What he wants and what he can't get are always intertwined, like an established destiny.

Mozun took a deep breath, and had no choice but to activate the magic way to refine the gods.The turbulent devil energy gathered from all directions, turned into cold devil breath and flowed into the body, calming the restless mind.

That day is getting closer and closer.

He shouldn't have wasted his mind on other trifles. To him, Li Yuan was just a magic sword that had been refined, a tool to fight against the Dao of Heaven, or... an opportunity to save that person.

He can't and shouldn't have such weak emotions just now.

What he wants to do, he will never allow him to have any regrets, no matter what the cost is, he can only keep moving forward, only in this way can he earn a chance for that person.

He forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and told himself repeatedly that he could not regret it, until his heart returned to the indifferent state of mind it used to be.

Li Chen is right, he is indeed a lunatic who will never give up until he achieves his goal.In order to see that person again, he would risk his life, so why should he care about other things?

After thinking about it, Mozun no longer hesitated.

When he retracted his thoughts, he sensed a familiar aura approaching, turned around and a gorgeous red dress came into view.

"Li Chen?" He said calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Li Chen smiled lightly and said, "Could it be that I can't bother you if I have nothing to do? Dear Senior Brother Gu." His eyes fell on the long sword in Mozun's hand, with a teasing smile on his face, he teased, "Why, excuse me?" Have you gotten close to your magic sword?"

"However, what's the fun of facing a cold magic sword? It's much more interesting when returning to human form."

Mozun didn't like Li Chen's frivolous tone in his heart, so he asked directly: "Did you heal the wound on his body?"

Li Chen said: "Look at this huge demon palace, besides you and me, is there a third Mahayana monk who can heal his wounds?"

Mozun frowned and said, "Why?" As far as he knew, his junior brother was not a person full of sympathy.

Hearing this, Li Chen replied without hesitation: "Of course it's because he is a beauty."

The smile on his face became more and more flamboyant and gorgeous, "...but then again, seeing this kind of beauty being ruined by you, my heart really hurts. If senior brother doesn't care, why don't you give him to me? I will try my best to pamper you."

"Whimsical," the Demon Lord interrupted him, and said in a low voice: "This is my magic sword." He pronounced the word "my" very heavily, and after a moment of silence, he said again, "...Besides, you clearly know its use .”

The smile on Li Chen's face gradually faded, he looked directly into Mozun's eyes, and said slowly, "Of course I know."

"Since the senior brother mentioned this, I would like to ask, how is the senior brother's preparations with only half a month left?"

Mozun said: "Just wait for the time to come, then you can do it."

Li Chen sighed slowly, with a dazed expression on his face, "I hope there will be no more mistakes." He suddenly tilted his head and looked at Mozun: "I've already thought up my last words, brother, do you want to hear it?"

Mozun was silent for a moment, then said, "Say."

"——After I die, brother must remember to treat that person well and don't do anything stupid, just like you did to your magic sword..."

As he spoke, he sighed again, "What a beauty, you just ruined her..."

Demon Venerable said displeased: "Why keep mentioning him."

He said this, but his mind was a little distracted.

He suddenly remembered that although that person used to devote himself to cultivating the Tao, he was not tired of cultivating by demons. In front of that person, all living beings are equal, so even though he fell into the way of demons, he was not worried about how that person would treat him.

However, on the contrary, that person hated people who blocked the way of others the most in his life, but Li Yuan was cut off from the way by him and turned into a magic weapon.

This can be a little difficult to do.

——If Li Yuan hadn't been refined into a sword by him, he might have become a close friend with that person.

A strange idea flashed across his mind like lightning, but before he could catch it, it disappeared without a trace.

Li Chen's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

"It's not that I always mention her deliberately, but you have to know that if you want to succeed at that time, you must rely on his power. After all, using the Son of Destiny to deal with Heaven is the only feasible way."

Mozun said coldly: "I know."

"You know?" Li Chen sneered: "If you knew, why did you still treat him like that? I spent a lot of mana on healing his wounds before. With your method of torture, you really are not afraid of driving people crazy? Heh, with your devilish temperament, I think it's really possible."

"No." The Demon Venerable said in a deep voice, "He has already refined and transformed into a demon."

A look of surprise appeared on Li Chen's face, and he said in amazement: "Refining gods and transforming demons?! God, Senior Brother Gu, you are really... really omnipotent. It is extremely unfortunate that your magic sword met you, dignified The Son of Destiny..."

"Fortunately or unfortunately, it's not up to you."

After Mozun finished speaking, he didn't want to continue talking, so he walked away.

The scabbard world.

Li Yuan was silently comprehending the Dao on the gray imprint, all his consciousness was devoted to it, and his mind had completely shielded the outside world.

The endless and vast avenue flooded towards him, his spirit became deeper and deeper, and the speed of comprehension of the principles of the Tao almost reached an incredible level.

If ordinary monks saw it, they might be shocked.

For most monks, if they want to comprehend the way of heaven and earth, they need to pass the tribulation period, and the comprehension time is as long as several years.And the dao inscribed on the gray mark is several times more complicated and mysterious than the ordinary dao, and the refining time will be longer.

But with Li Yuan's current speed, it might take more than a month to completely refine it. This speed is inconceivable even for a cultivator who has crossed the catastrophe, not to mention that he is no more than Nascent Soul at this time.

In fact, although Li Yuan was born with a Dao body, due to the limitation of his realm, the refining speed could not reach such an unimaginable state.

However, for some reason, the Tao above the gray mark always gave him a sense of déjà vu, so that the refining process was smooth and unimpeded, and the entry was even faster.

And as his comprehension deepened, he felt that the gray flame was very extraordinary.Regardless of whether it can exist in the realm of nothingness, the depth and vastness of the Taoism engraved on it is far beyond his imagination.

This flame is probably beyond the limits of the rules of the lower realm.

This is a good thing for him. After all, although the ban imposed by the Demon Lord on his soul body is terrible, it still belongs to this realm. If he can successfully control the fire, he can naturally remove it.

Thinking in this way, the invisible shackles in Li Yuan's heart seemed to be gradually loosened. He was immersed in the world of Taoism, and his consciousness had never felt so clear and comfortable like now.

He should have been born to seek the Tao.

If he can be immersed in this environment for a long time, it must be a blessing in his life.

Time passed unconsciously.

Li Yuan had already slowly explored the core of the gray-white mark, which was vast and vast, but he suddenly discovered that someone had left a mark there before.

That's an ancient character.

——It is exactly the same as the characters engraved on the bamboo Xiao held by Mozun at the lotus heart of Nine Nether Reincarnation.

Li Yuan didn't know the meaning of the characters before, but this time, probably because of the direct contact of his consciousness, the characters seemed to be directly imprinted in his heart, and its meaning was directly reflected in his consciousness.

This is one, off the word.

Leave?

Is it a person's name?

Li Yuan intuited that the word was inextricably related to him, but he couldn't find any connection in his memory.Thinking to no avail, he had no choice but to put the matter aside and continue to comprehend.

Suddenly, his consciousness was enveloped by a vast expanse of whiteness.Then, a familiar place popped into my mind.

The bottom of Jiuyou, where Huangquan is located.

Although it is still in that place, the time seems to be endless years ago, and there is a sense of simplicity and vicissitudes everywhere.

The Yellow Springs are rolling violently, and the huge waves are surging into the sky, and it is unknown where they will hit.And when the huge waves calmed down a bit, it could be seen that there was actually a person locked in the endless chains.

The man had a slender body, loose black hair, and handsome features.

His clothes were stained dark red by blood, and washed away by the water of the Yellow Spring, so he could no longer see his original appearance.

There are countless corpses and weapons and treasures floating on the yellow spring around him, much more than what Li Yuan saw that day, and judging from their appearance, they just fell away not long ago.

At this moment, the person who was locked in the center of the underworld seemed to be aware of Li Yuan's gaze, and slowly opened his eyes.

Compared with his handsome face, his eyes were extremely deep black, as black as an endless abyss.

That's clearly a, real...

magic.