The cannon who wears the book eats the pot

One year in the time mirror, one day outside.

It has been a month since Qu Ji entered the time mirror, and the other two who entered the time mirror came out early, and only Qu Ji stayed in the time mirror without any movement.

"Look, this little guy wants to go through the six realms before he comes out!" Fu Mozi sighed inexplicably as he stroked his long beard.

Tang Xiu glanced at him, kept wiping Dou Ling with his hands, and just sneered in his heart.

Only monks who have entered the mirror of time will know how painful the six reincarnations of the mirror of time are. Apart from the good ways of heaven and humanity, the way of Asura is neither good nor evil, and the remaining three ways are extremely evil. If you want to pass through this Liu Dao, what he has endured cannot be explained clearly in a few words by the head of Fu Mozi.

Tang Lao calmly pinched his fingers, "It seems that the time will come out soon."

In the boundless darkness, Qu Ji didn't know how long he had been here. The time mirror cast him into this dark abyss in his last life, and there was no movement anymore. Qu Ji's consciousness was attached to the devil's son, and he suffered more and more With inhuman torture.

Everything that this devil son has experienced in his life flashed through his mind. Those fragments of memory fragments were all filled with repressed despair. Qu Ji scanned these fragments of memory, and these emotions of despair and fear gradually took root in his heart. After day after day and year after year of torment, his heart has begun to become numb.

The Devil's Son was locked in the Land of Thousands of Skulls. The cage that imprisoned him here was made of the dead bones of thousands of people. No matter how powerful the Devil's Son was, he could not break the cage that was condensed by countless innocent souls.

Qu Ji felt that his arm was broken in the process of breaking free from the iron chain. Such pain did not cause him pain. He was already numb from the pain. He just let out a low gasp from his throat, regardless of the broken arm. Pulling the iron lock that was tightly locked on his body.

"Shusha—sha—"

A small voice resounded in this absolutely quiet space, and the devil's son stopped his struggling movements, and subconsciously looked sideways at the direction of the sound.

A worm wrapped in a pure black armor drilled out from the dry bones, and the two tiny tentacles on the top of its head were flapping in the air, as if to distinguish the direction, and soon its tentacles stopped shaking, tentatively. It swayed in the direction of the Devil's Son, and then it opened its black armor to reveal the hidden vocal glands underneath, making a piercing and sharp sound.

What was imprinted in the eyes of the devil's son was overwhelming black bugs rushing towards him. This was an extremely terrifying and even frightening scene, but the devil's son seemed not to understand what fear was. There were no ripples in his pitch-black eyes. He watched the bugs rush towards him without any expression on his face.

Qu Ji, who has experienced the first two evil realms, saw such a scene for the first time. He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart. He only had insensitive emotions. He possessed the body of the devil's son, which was equivalent to being the devil's son. , Without blinking his eyes, he felt his flesh and blood being eaten away by these bugs, gradually turning into a pile of white bones. He thought it was death, but it was only the beginning.

As the son of the devil, he has the immortality of immortality. His flesh and blood will turn into dry bones after being eaten by insects. When the moon rises, his flesh and blood will grow again, and within three breaths, he will become unswallowed again. Wait. After the moon went down, the carrion insects devoured in a round.

He is like Prometheus who stole the fire and was imprisoned by Zeus on the Caucasus Mountains to endure the punishment. Day and night, he endured such torture that was worse than death.

"……why why?"

The devil's son, who has been imprisoned in Bone Land for hundreds of years, has long forgotten the human language, but he keeps repeating these three words in his mouth. His articulation is very vague, but every word reveals his doubts and incomprehension. , despair, even anger.

Qu Ji, who had seen the life of the devil's son, listened silently. He looked up at the full moon hanging above his head, without any emotion in his heart. He stayed in the time mirror for too long, and he had already forgotten how he was. Whoever came here, came with what kind of wish, and those two unique words that were printed in his heart from beginning to end, no matter what he experienced, he would never forget those two words.

It seems that these two words are the belief he insisted on.

……

"It's been more than a month, and Qu Ji hasn't come out yet. Could something have happened?" Pan Shi held his chin in one hand, and a small light green butterfly condensed on his fingertips, and said worriedly .

Yin Tongqiu put his hands in the wide sleeves, and his words could not hide his worry, "I am afraid that he can persist in the time mirror for such a long time. I am afraid that he has the belief to persevere to the end... It's just that the six reincarnations can't be completed even by me." Hungry Ghost asked, can he persevere to the end?"

Tang Xiu sat on the sidelines and listened to the two talking, but did not answer. He was holding a lot of cute looking parts and assembling them, with a silent expression on his face.

Pan Shi and Yin Tongqiu talked for a while and saw Tang Xiu's aura became colder even though his expression remained unchanged, so he quickly changed the subject, "Hey, I didn't expect Lin Xuan to be with monsters, but Since he has already reached the period of entering the house, it means that his talent is not low, why does he pretend to come to the trial meeting?"

There was no news about Lin Xuan's execution. The dean and elders were too tight-lipped. Most of the monks only knew that Lin Xuan was with monsters, and they didn't know anything about the rest. Pan Shiben was very curious, so naturally He was very curious about this matter, but it was a pity that no matter how much he tried to inquire, he couldn't find any news.

"This matter has been banned, and it's not good for you to know too much, after all, he's a cultivator in the Transcending Tribulation Period!" Yin Tongqiu paused as he rolled his sleeves, frowning and sternly warning.

Pan Shi thought of the indifferent faces of the four deans and the untouchable cultivation level, so he couldn't help but shivered and closed his mouth not to ask about Lin Xuan.

The wooden parts were gradually assembled under Tang Xiu's hands. The Tang family was born proficient in mechanism secrets. Most of their flying instruments were made by the Tang family themselves. Under the amazed eyes of Pan Shi and Yin Tongqiu , Tang Xiu tied a piece of blue cloth embroidered with a purple circular totem around the neck of the assembled piglet, raised his hand and drew a formation on its back.

A faint purple light enveloped the assembled piglets, which quickly hid the light and entered the purple totem tied in the cloth around the neck.

"It's amazing!" Pan Shi saw that after the formation disappeared, the little pig clumsily shook its ears as if it had come to life, and walked around the table slowly, with a look of surprise in its eyes.

Pan Shi just wanted to reach out for a hug, but Tang Xiu took the piglet away and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag. Pan Shiben was a little dissatisfied, and when his eyes fell on Tang Xiu's indifferent eyes, he subconsciously took a few steps back. His complaints were swallowed by him.

The sun poured down from the nine heavens, the endless darkness was dispelled by the sun, and the land of ten thousand skeletons was stripped away, presenting the evil side under the light.

The eyes of the Devil Son who were accustomed to darkness were burned when they touched the sunlight, and purple blood flowed from his eyes. Such burns were nothing to him, and he had long been used to more painful fears than this.

A young woman with long blond hair in a white dress descended from the sky. She was as beautiful as a doll, with a pair of sapphire-like almond eyes curiously looking at the devil's son who had been imprisoned for many years.

Her voice was clearer than mountain springs, but it fell into the ears of the devil's son like a devil, "Father asked me to pick you up, your life is really tenacious, it's no wonder you haven't died after being locked up here for so many years Father has forgotten you for so long and suddenly wants to see you."

"You are really embarrassed, and the blood is still so dirty. You have to remember that the blood flowing in your body is the blood of the bastard. Even if you inherit the blood of your father, you are just a bastard. Don't think I will call you a bastard. Your brother." She sneered coldly, looked at the purple blood flowing from the devil's son's eyes with disgust, raised her hand and swung a golden scimitar, cutting off the iron chain that had imprisoned the devil's son for many years.

After 20 years--

Qu Ji silently watched as the son of the devil threw all the people who had bullied him into the Land of Ten Thousand Skulls, and bloodbathed the fifth family in the world with thunder.

There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air. There was a thick scarlet blood under the Devil's Son's feet. There was a mountain of corpses and bones not far in front of him. Qu Ji's consciousness became a little fuzzy. He had experienced such situations five times before. He knew it was a sign that he was about to leave this world.

When his consciousness fell into darkness and was stripped from this world by the time mirror, he didn't hear the voice of the devil's son who was almost crazy.

"...you only belong to me, no one can take you away!"

After Qu Ji woke up, he had already left the realm of hell. He was now in a blank space. It was hard to describe this feeling. Everything around him was white, and there was no other color except white.

The metal-like sound of the exclusive system was jingling in his mind. When Qu Ji looked around the empty room and found nothing wrong, he went to check the system, not forgetting to be alert around him. , in case something unexpected happens.

He stayed in the time mirror for 34 years, and each of the six reincarnations was set as a five-year limit. No matter how many years he stayed in, it was counted as five years, but he didn't know what happened when he was in the last hell. , stayed for four more years, so since he entered the time mirror, he has stayed in the time mirror for a total of 34 years, that is to say, 34 days have passed in the outside world.

In the years since he entered the time mirror and stayed in the Six Paths, his experience points have been increasing, time has left traces on him, and his cultivation base has also skyrocketed with the passage of time.

Looking at his current cultivation base, Qu Ji was not surprised at all, and the expression on his face remained undiminished. In the 34 years in the mirror of time, he has learned too much and tasted more bitter fruits. This experience makes his Emotions become subdued.

If he was just a gorgeous and gorgeous diamond before entering the time mirror, then now he is a gemstone that has been polished to restrain all its brilliance but is extremely beautiful.

He put away the things in a series of magical tools and pills that the system had automatically brushed out for him from the Magic Spirit Mall for so many years. The blue shirt he was wearing into the time mirror was already destroyed due to wear and tear, and he looked at himself slightly, Ji raised his eyebrows and put on the most conservative military uniform in the closet.

The exit gradually appeared in front of him, and Qu Ji walked towards it without stopping at all. His long black hair drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the silver ornaments on the hem of his clothes collided with each other and made a crisp sound. Symphony, light purple butterflies fluttered around him, followed him lightly, and finally disappeared in this white space.