Attunement into fine rules

With my eyes closed, I'm in love.

Although I don't know what the Emperor of Heaven thinks, but since the Emperor himself doesn't care, there is no need for Wei Yuan to care for him.

So Wei Yuan stretched his legs, walked up to the Emperor of Heaven and sat down under the eyes of many gods and gods.

"What are you going to do, Your Majesty?" Wei Yuan couldn't help asking even though he sat down.

I always feel that it's not that simple. Do I want to use him as a shield, or do I want to use him to plan something...

"Isn't it obvious what I'm going to do?" The Heavenly Emperor gave Wei Yuan a strange look.

"Forgive Xiaoxuan's ignorance." Wei Yuan said humbly, but he was thinking in his heart, the ghost can see what you are going to do.

"Love you." The Heavenly Emperor straightened his sleeves, and Baoxiang replied solemnly.

These two words were uttered from the thin lips of the Emperor of Heaven, and they still sounded indifferent or even without any emotion.

But it made Wei Yuan's scalp numb for a moment.

What do you mean?

"Hehe, I really dare not take that." After a moment of astonishment, Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his lips, "Do you need to thank the Holy Grace?"

"No need." The Heavenly Emperor said two more words from his mouth solemnly.

Wei Yuan thought to himself, what the hell, he's seriously ill.

Xian'e, who was only born with spiritual wisdom in the past few thousand years, sat on the branch of the locust tree, dangling her calves, looking at Wei Yuan who was sitting side by side with the Emperor of Heaven, and asked her companion in a low voice, "Who is that gentleman?" ? He looks like a mortal, how can he sit with His Majesty?"

All wombs are turbid, and every movement is relatively heavy, which is easy to distinguish in the eyes of immortals.

The companion was thousands of years older than her, and replied in a low voice: "If you ask other people, I'm afraid they won't know. It just so happens that I met him ten thousand years ago. He is Xiaoxuan."

"Now it should be reincarnated, so it has become a mortal. Compared with ten thousand years ago, it looks smaller."

Immortals and gods transcend the six realms of reincarnation, live the same life as heaven and earth, and are at the top of all living beings, and they all cherish their own feathers.Even if you don't like to meddle in human affairs to do good deeds, you will rarely do things that are criminals.

There were only a few fallen immortals whose crimes were so serious that they had to be escorted to Zhanxiantai since the beginning of the world. Xiaoxuan's notoriety has not only been passed down for thousands of years in the mortal world, but also known in the heavens.

Xian'e said "ah", shocked in her heart, but she couldn't help but glanced in Wei Yuan's direction, and said with dizzy cheeks, "He...he is different from the rumors."

Although she is wearing a green shirt, her hair is only tied up with wooden hairpins, and she is wearing plain shoes, she is still not overwhelmed by the majestic majesty of the emperor around her.

"You haven't seen his appearance ten thousand years ago. That's how you can be called Lang Jue Duyan, cold and aloof, and you can't find another one in the world." The companion sighed in a low voice, "He If he was convicted and went to the Xiantai, he will naturally be arranged for the worst, so how can we believe the rumors?"

"Then what does His Majesty mean by bringing Xiaoxuan's reincarnation with you?" Xian'e frowned slightly, puzzled.

The companion glanced around a few times, saw that the pagoda tree was shaded above her head, and no one cared about them, so she leaned into her ear and said: "At the beginning, your majesty went to the mortal world to experience calamities and didn't come back for more than 300 years. When he came back, he happened to be in time Xiaoxuan was convicted, do you think it was a coincidence?"

Xian'e nodded blankly.

"Furthermore, when Xiaoxuan went to beheading the immortal platform, His Majesty did not allow the immortals to observe the punishment, but carried out the punishment himself." The companion continued, "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there must be something involved between His Majesty and Xiaoxuan."

"At first, I guessed that His Majesty should hate Xiaoxuan, but now it doesn't look like it."

Just as Xian'e wanted to ask more questions, she saw a commotion in the Demon Execution Field, and the immortals who had gathered around stepped aside one after another to create a path for passage.

Sitting on the high platform, Wei Yuan watched a demon man in shackles being escorted into the arena.

The world is divided into yin, yang, sun, and moon. There is a heaven where immortals and gods gather, and a demon realm where demons roam.

Since the dawn of chaos, the heavens and the demons have been at odds with each other.

The heavens follow the "righteous way" and do things according to the laws and regulations; the demon realm is full of "chaos" and "killing".

The two sides took the Huannian Ridge as the boundary, and fought countless battles for tens of thousands of years, but there was never a real winner.

Cultivating immortals is difficult, but cultivating demons is easy and quick. Even mortal monks secretly have evil cultivators and demon cultivators who oppose the orthodox monks of the Twelve Immortals.

I saw that the demon was tall and tall, with two blue and black horns standing on the top of his head, his long hair was as thick and hard as a horse's mane, scattered behind his head, and his eyes were red.

His facial features could be said to be upright and handsome, but they were completely destroyed by a knotted scar running through his face, making him look hideous and terrifying.

His thick hands and feet were firmly locked by heavy shackles, his collarbone was wearing an iron chain, and he was being held by the golden armored general in front. Every step he took seemed to be very difficult.

As he walked, he yelled loudly: "You group of lackeys of heaven, headed by the emperor of heaven, are all a bunch of dignified and dignified shit covered with gold! Hahaha, so that is your emperor of heaven?! Let him kneel down and lick your grandpa Your grandpa hates your toes!! Even if your grandpa dies today, he will always be your grandpa!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Jin Jiatian heard the devil's foul language, turned around and took out a barbed bridle to strangle his mouth, making him speechless, and then led the devil to a huge black rock in the middle of the demon killing field.

The iron chain on the demon's collarbone suddenly extended, binding him firmly to the black rock with his hands and feet wide open.

Wei Yuan glanced at the Heavenly Emperor beside him, only to see that he was insulted by the devil like this, but his brows and eyes were still calm and abnormal.

Tsk, I can bear it now.

Back then, when facing himself, he always had emotions on his face.

The Golden Armored Heavenly General, wearing a golden helmet, with a long white feather hanging down from the top of the helmet, with a jade sword on his waist and a white robe on his body, came to the Emperor of Heaven and knelt down on one knee to return to his command.

"Okay, okay." The Heavenly Emperor's voice was as ethereal and sublime as bells and lanterns, "Qi Sha has made great achievements this time, and I should be rewarded."

After speaking, he waved his sleeves, and saw Tiancheng Xinglan coming out with a jade plate, and came to Qisha.

The "Hengtian Dao Seal" was held on the jade plate, and the gold pattern flowing on the clear purple jade seal was exactly what Qi Shayao asked for more than a month ago.

Unexpectedly, Qi Kill did not get up to thank him, and went to pick up the immortal artifact "Heng Tian Dao Seal", but kept kneeling on one knee: "Your Majesty, can I exchange it for another reward?"

"Oh, what do you want?" Heavenly Emperor asked.

"I want this person next to Your Majesty." Qi Sha replied word by word, turning his gaze to Wei Yuan.

Probably because of Jiuli's battlefield, his gaze is like an eagle staring at its prey, and it's like the blood-quenched cold front on the sword.

Wei Yuan met Qi Sha's eyes, looking at this young and flamboyant face, suddenly recalled that Qi Sha was not the one in front of him ten thousand years ago.

He was a taciturn middle-aged man. Wei Yuan had only met him a few times, but he had never had a conversation with him, but he left a deep impression on him.

The middle-aged man is different from the immortals and gods who live in the heaven. He always has the aura of delusion, wind and sand, and weeds.

But this is not surprising.

As the general star guarding the border of Luannian Ridge, Seven Kills is at the forefront of the battle, fighting bloody battles with the demon world, and is the most likely to perish among the fourteen main stars in the heaven.

And it is often the kind of fall that completely destroys the soul.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, the taciturn middle-aged man is probably no longer around, and will be replaced by other young gods and gods.

"I don't allow this matter." The Heavenly Emperor replied quickly.

"Wait, do I know you?" Wei Yuan was a little curious, and looked at Qisha with his cheeks propped up.

"Xing Xing Mace, Buried Flower City." Qi Sha stared at Wei Yuan, and spit out six words from between his teeth.

Wei Yuan sighed in his heart, it turned out to be an enemy.

At the beginning, in order to refine the life-extending medicine for the little fool, I needed a prajna flower, but I heard that this thing cultivated into a fairy after a long time, took the shape of a human, and went to the mortal world.

When he found the flower fairy, she was already married and had a child. She could be young and beautiful, but she pretended to be a thirty-forty-year-old mistress, living her life among the crowd.

Wei Yuan refined her into her original form in public and took her away with her. From that day on, the city was full of fragrances that lasted for several months.

Later, that small town was renamed "Funeral Flower" by the troublemakers.

His son has half of the fairy blood flowing in his body, and he got a magic weapon "Xiao Xing Mace" from somewhere, but he stumbled and found the bank of the ice lake where Wei Yuan lived, crying and clamoring outside every day, wanting to fight Wei Yuan to the death.

How could he be Wei Yuan's opponent, Wei Yuan would come out and beat him up every time he heard him calling outside, and then threw him out.

And once this one recovers from his injury, he will come back to fight again.

After going back and forth like this for more than ten years, he didn't continue to come here again, which made Wei Yuan feel unaccustomed to it for a while.

It was him.

But back then on the Immortal Slaying Platform, Wei Yuan thought to himself that all the flesh and bones of the immortal would be returned to the heaven and the earth. If refining the flower immortal was his bad karma, then where she grew up, there should be a new immortal plant to take root and sprout again.

Ten thousand years have passed, do you want to hate him for so long?

"What do you mean, I don't understand." Wei Yuan blinked at Qi Sha, maintaining a curious expression.

After Qi Sha heard this, he stood on the spot in a daze, glanced at him, and Huyou hooked his lips mockingly: "Forget it, you're not him."

In the past, by the icy lake of Kunlun Mountains, the fairy god in white stretched out his hand, and the freezing wind and snow all over the sky turned into a snow whip in his palm, and lashed towards him mercilessly.

His whole body looked colder than ice and snow, his ankle-length black hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes, which were outlined in ink, squinted at him, and the whip whistled sharply, cracking muscles and bones.

Like a fly shaking a tree laughing at himself, he refined his mother, but every time he spared his own life, so that he could continue to live on.

Although everyone knew that Xiaoxuan had already entered Zhanxiantai, it was still the palpitation that made him wake up countless times in dreams, and it was the unshakable giant mountain that had been pressing on top of his head for thousands of years.

It was precisely under such pressure that he had come to his current position step by step with his obsession with the fairy god in white.

The mortal womb in front of him has its own shape, so weak that he can't even bear a single finger of his own, and he doesn't have the memory of the past, so how could he be Xiaoxuan back then?

After speaking, Qi Sha stood up, took the "Heng Tian Dao Seal" from Tiancheng Xinglan's hand, thanked Emperor Tian for his kindness, and stood aside without speaking.

After rewarding the seven kills, the Heavenly Emperor turned to order: "Execute the punishment."

The sound is not necessarily loud, but it can be heard everywhere.

As soon as the words fell, a golden, silver, and red three-color magic circle emerged on the ground centered on the huge black rock that locked the demon man, and it changed in rotation.