Attunement into fine rules

The last bit of black thread on the ground was swallowed by the golden thread. As the layer of golden light shrouded the body of the Celestial Emperor gradually dimmed, the dark clouds that had piled up for many days in the sky gradually loosened up, and a few rays of sunlight poured down and sprinkled on the bare yellow land.

It fell on the golden robe and long tassels fluttering on the body of the Emperor, who was wearing Xuanjia.

There was a moment of silence all around, followed by the roar of heavenly soldiers like a tsunami——

"Your Majesty Wansheng!"

"Your Majesty is victorious!!"

"Your Majesty is victorious!!!"

Holding the jade sword stained with black devil blood, the Emperor of Heaven pointed forward: "All the soldiers obey the order, follow me to regain the lost land of Luannian Ridge, and go straight to the Demon Realm!!!"

The ethereal and lofty voice echoed in the ears of every celestial soldier, making all the celestial soldiers and generals excited.

That's right, now that the demon soldiers and generals have lost countless casualties, and the demon emperor has died, the demon domain is like a pan of loose sand, and chaos is bound to happen.

On the side of the Emperor of Heaven, the combat strength is relatively intact, and the military spirit is excited, which is a great opportunity that has never been seen in tens of thousands of years!

Go straight to the Demon Realm, the time has come for the unification of the heavens! ! !

"Forward!!!" Po Jun waved his iron spear, riding a Suan Ni to gallop ahead.

"Forward!!!" The Heavenly Soldiers responded in unison, their armor shining and their blades cold, rushing towards the Demon Realm like a tide.

The white unicorn stepped on the cloud with four legs and came before the Emperor of Heaven. He lowered his scaly neck and let out a low hum.

The Emperor of Heaven stroked the soft long hair on its back, but didn't immediately step on it. His deep pool-like eyes reflected the heavenly soldiers and generals around him.

I saw that they were passionate and all of them were scrambling to be the first.

Since the beginning of the world, the emperors of all dynasties have put extermination of demons as the top priority, but no one has really broken into the center of the demon realm.

If this battle can really subdue the Demon Realm, it will surely achieve countless famous generals and warriors, and achieve his great reputation as an eternal emperor.

However, at this moment, in the depths of his heart, there is a cold and dead silence, and he cannot stir up any waves because of such a prospect.

Subduing the Demon Realm and the Eternal Emperor are meaningless to him.

For thousands of years, he seemed to be high in the heavens and ruled all directions, but in reality he was just a lone traveler carrying a heavy boulder on his shoulders and trekking in the boundless desert.

The rough boulders abraded his flesh, and the weight weighed on his spine. He numb himself, and walked step by step on the endless desert.

Gradually blur the past and forget about myself.

The appearance of Xiaoxuan, like a green grass encountered by chance in the vast desert of yellow sand, gave him selfishness for the first time in ten thousand years, made his six desires rise, and gradually filled his numb and empty heart.

However, this touch of greenery will eventually disappear in a few decades.

Never again.

My heart is so empty, an emptiness that nothing can fill.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!!!" An anxious voice called him from a distance.

The Emperor of Heaven raised his head, and the golden tassels brushed against his strong cheeks, and saw Zi Yuan stumbling towards him on a cloud head.

Zi Yuan looked very embarrassed, his robe was half dry and half wet, his fair skin was covered with red marks left by the rain of blood, his entire right arm was missing even the sleeve of his robe, his left palm was pressing on the wound on his shoulder, and the blood was green. secreted from between the fingers.

"What happened?" The Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand to caress Ziyuan's right shoulder, a few wisps of dark black magic energy were sucked out, and Ziyuan's wound stopped bleeding immediately, "Where's Tiancheng?"

Zi Yuan gritted his teeth, knelt down on one knee towards the Emperor of Heaven, and said, "Tian Cheng exorcised the evil spirits and led to the demon heart of Qi Sha Sheng, which led to the fall of Wonian Ridge. After interrogation by the Mirror of Good and Evil in the Heavens, the evidence is convincing, and he has been convicted and beheaded at the Immortal Terrace. Three souls and seven spirits."

"I see." The Emperor of Heaven nodded, "He deserved what he deserved."

There is a calmness between the brows.

As the imperial companion, Tiancheng has been serving the emperor since he ascended the throne. Although Ziyuan knew that the emperor felt separated from his soul, seeing him treat Tiancheng's life and death so calmly, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill all over his body for a moment.

"Furthermore, Wei Lang fell into a demon after awakening his memory in front of the wishing stone in the underworld, and carried Xiaoxuan's body to the Demon Realm." Zi Yuan gritted his teeth, "The minister's right arm was cut off by Wei Lang. "

"I know." The Heavenly Emperor frowned slightly when he heard this sentence.

This matter is troublesome.

As his awakened soul, Wei Lang reincarnated, and after falling from a demon, he would become a demon god, and he had shared experiences and memories with him ten thousand years ago, and knew many secrets and untold secrets of the heavens...it would definitely be extremely difficult to deal with.

At this time, the heavenly soldiers and generals had already pulled down the demon flag on the Luannian Ridge and planted the golden banner of the heavens. They were about to take advantage of the momentum and continue to advance towards the demon realm, but they saw the pile of bones and flesh left by the demon emperor not far away. Abnormal shape.

A clear sound resounded in the sky, and the pale yellow bone fragments and gray-black flesh and blood were blown up by a gust of wind on the ground and gathered again.

The white-haired, brown-skinned young man with a golden wreath on his neck and six arms, each holding a weapon, appeared in front of the Emperor of Heaven and Zi Yuan on a cockroach.

It's just that the pair of bright red eyes no longer have the agility of life, they are opened sluggishly, staring ahead.

No, it's not just the Demon Emperor who was resurrected again.

Small hills rose up everywhere on the yellow land, and the tens of thousands of demon soldiers who had been swallowed by Mietian Huawutu before, like ghosts crawling out of the grave, returned to the ground and raised their spears to kill the heavenly soldiers and generals.

The demon soldiers all had dull eyes and were silent, but they were not afraid of life and death, and fought hand to hand with the heavenly soldiers.

This is not the scariest place yet.

His head was cut off, but he still held the sword tightly in his hand, able to fight with the heavenly soldiers.

The hands and feet were chopped off, but they can be spliced ​​together automatically in a short while, and continue to fight.

Even if it is torn apart and thrown far away, as long as you can find someone else's hands, feet, or torso, you can use it to connect yourself.

Immortal.

The Heavenly Emperor raised his head and saw Wei Lang holding Wei Yuan in his arms from a distance, with a single horn growing from the top of his head, and huge black wings unfolded behind him, flying in mid-air.

There was a piece of green bamboo leaf between his lips, and the clear sound was resounding, driving these fallen demon soldiers to fight fiercely with the heavenly soldiers.

It's the evil corpse curse.

This curse originally belonged to the Hunyuan old demon tens of thousands of years ago. The demon thought he was powerful, and refused to obey the control of the original demon emperor. He set up his own family by the Chishui River and deterred the water and soil for 2000 years.

The Heavenly Court paid a huge price to completely kill it. The Heavenly Emperor destroyed it after reading the curse. Who would have thought that it would be used by Wei Lang to deal with the Heavenly Soldiers at this moment!

Being entangled by these tens of thousands of vicious corpses, even if they can win this time, at most they can regain the lost ground, and it is absolutely impossible to continue to advance towards the Demon Realm.

The Emperor of Heaven knew that this battle was doomed to failure, but he was not disappointed.

He just stood beside the white unicorn, raised his head, and stared at the person in Wei Lang's arms from afar without blinking.

His only selfish desire, the only color in the barrenness of thousands of years.

……

When Wei Yuan woke up again, he found himself sitting in a shrine with bright candles and cigarette smoke in front of him.

Just as he was wondering why he was here, a small hand stretched out and quickly stole one from the plate of white and fat steamed buns that was enshrined in front of him.

Wei Yuan saw a thin boy with thin yellow hair, about ten years old, stuffing the stolen steamed buns into his mouth forcefully, devouring them hungrily.

"God, you're here to steal the offerings of Grandpa Man-God again?!" Immediately afterwards there was a creaking door from outside, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy dressed in temple blessings walked in and scolded, "Why don't you remember?" If you don’t remember eating, I’ll tell your aunt to go later!!!”

The boy glanced at the young man in panic, grabbed half of the steamed bun in his hand, with the scum of the steamed bun hanging from his mouth, like a slippery loach, ran out of the temple gate with a groan, not even daring to turn his head.

The boy Miaozhu sighed, went to the shrine and lit some incense sticks, inserted them into the copper stove, knelt on the futon, bowed his back and kowtowed, and murmured in his mouth: "Grandpa Renshen, don't blame me."

Wei Yuan tried to move his hands and feet, walked down the altar, and came to the boy Miaozhu.

But the young Miao Zhu seemed to be unable to see him, and was still kowtowing to the shrine.

Wei Yuan looked at the temple, it was quite spacious and beautiful, with towering pillars and arched beams, all of which were painted in gold and blue, and the windows were made of colorful colored glass, it looked like a cathedral.

Turning around and looking at the shrine again, I couldn't help being surprised.

The statue enshrined inside is clearly his own face!

It's just that it is made of gold and jade, and the treasure is solemn. It is nestled against a sika deer, and a wild pheasant with gorgeous feathers is lying beside its feet. It is really the posture of a fairy.

Looking carefully at the painted paintings on the walls of the dome, it is actually a series of stories.

First, the immortals in the mountains enlightened the four beasts wolf, tiger, deer, and pheasant, and then taught poetry, farming, and various knowledge.

Then the immortal left, and many years later, wars broke out and gods and demons fought. After the wolf gave the deer a bead-shaped object, he disappeared from there.

Tigers, deer and pheasants lead the people to rely on themselves and benefit one side.

Wei Yuan looked at it, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could this be the temple built by Wei Lu and the others?

I was a little unclear, so I stepped out of the temple gate and went to have a look outside.

Stepping out of the temple threshold, I saw a huge fountain made of white marble outside, spraying water into the sky like flying beads and jade.

Next to it are four beast-headed figures holding vases, including a wolf-headed man, a deer-headed man, a tiger-headed man, and a pheasant-headed man. There is a trickle flowing from top to bottom in the bottle, and it flows into the fountain pool.

It would be nice to be able to stand taller and see the whole picture of the surroundings clearly.

Thinking of this, Wei Yuan gave out golden light from his feet, raised his body lightly, and came to the mid-air, where he could overlook this area.

This temple was originally the center of a city wall, and it was also the tallest, most magnificent building in the city wall.

The countless residential buildings in the surrounding area are like stars arching the moon, guarding the temple in the middle.

There are also villages around the city walls, and there are large areas of land planted with crops, full of vitality and greenery.

However, around these fields, there are more than one hundred feet of high black walls, which divide this fertile soil and water into a huge perfect circle, isolating it from the outside world.

After looking at it, the golden light under Wei Yuan's feet supported him to land on the ground.

After all, he had been a fairy for thousands of years, and with the flow of breath in his body when he soared, he somewhat understood at this time, and he once again possessed the power of a fairy god.

"Little Sangmen Xing, reincarnation of a starved ghost!" A child's scolding came to his ears far away.

Wei Yuan frowned slightly, moved freely, and walked towards the direction of the voice.

In a short while, I saw a child sitting on Goudaner who had stolen food in the temple before, holding his thin yellow hair, and pressing his face into the muddy ditch: "It's not always about stealing things." Eat? Then eat quickly, I will make you full today!"