Cannon fodder, Shizun, he doesn't want to [pass through the book]

"Master, this jade box of yours can hold living things...?"

The carved jade box was shining in the sun, Jiang Huaiyu looked at the tightly closed carved jade box, his eyebrows jumped.

Reluctantly suppressing the jumping eyebrows, Jiang Huaiyu said with difficulty: "If you can't pretend to be a living thing, put Jiejie Master Xie in it, the dragon will die, or the disciple..."

Soft green vines protruded from Jiang Huaiyu's cuff, and Jiang Huaiyu grabbed the carved jade box to open it.

Yi Buping flipped over, avoided the green vines, put away the carved jade box, and refused to give Jiang Huaiyu a chance to take the carved jade box, and said coldly:

"I can't die in a short time."

Jiang Huaiyu: "..."

"Hula-"

Suddenly, the sound of Yujian piercing the air came from the sky, and several aristocratic sects who sensed the change had already reached the sky above this place.

Yi Buping glanced at the sky, turned into a snowstorm, rolled over Jiang Huaiyu and Yue Shenshui, and sank into the space crack.

They entered the space crack faster than the wind, and when they sensed the change, the aristocratic sects who rushed over only had time to see three fleeting lines of different colors.

"Is it a person or something?"

"It doesn't look like a rare treasure, nor does it look like a monster."

"Going too fast, I haven't seen it clearly, and I can't see it clearly with the backtracking technique."

"The timing is wrong..."

The aristocratic sect who rushed over landed on the ground, frowning slightly, discussing the three fleeting lines of different colors that they saw just now.

However, after discussing with the remaining frost on the ground for a long time, they didn't discuss anything, so they shook their heads and sighed, and dispersed one after another.

Not long after they dispersed, a masked man in white robe appeared here. The man in white robe stared at the place where Jiang Huaiyu was standing for a while before closing his gaze, turned around and walked towards the ghost world.

He walked very fast, the figure was still here at first, the next moment it was at the edge of the ghost world, and the next moment it had disappeared at the edge of the ghost world and entered the ghost world.

All the way quietly passed the outer edge of the ghost world, and the white-robed masked man came to the inner edge of the ghost world.

He didn't enter the inner circle of the ghost world, but stood on the edge of the inner circle, looking at the side hall that trapped Lin Zhan earlier.

The side hall is hidden in the shadow of a black wood, eerie.

He stared at the side hall for a while, and the door of the side hall was pushed open.

Blood dripped onto the darkened floor, Ying Xuanji wiped the blood on his fingers, and walked out.

Mu Randeng leaned against an extremely thick black tree, and when he heard the sound of Ying Xuanji pushing the door open, he walked out from behind the black tree.

"You killed him?"

Ying Xuanji raised her thin eyelids, "Why, reluctant?"

Mu Randeng was really reluctant, even though he heard from Lin Zhan that the other party was carrying something called a system, deliberately approaching him, gaining his favor, and letting him die for himself, he was still a bit reluctant.

Pretending to be relaxed, Mu Randeng smirked and said, "I'm afraid you won't want to, so ask me a few questions."

"It's rare for a self-righteous and arrogant guy to care about existence other than himself." Ying Xuanji laughed.

Mu Randeng heard that Ying Xuanji knew what he was thinking, and was mocking him secretly, then he snorted coldly, and sarcastically said: "Isn't this because I'm afraid that you will be sad and crazy, and this king has no one to hit. What do you think? Caring You? Reflecting on mystery, pretending to be passionate, and have a mental illness."

Hearing the words, Ying Xuanji narrowed his eyes slightly, and made an inviting gesture sideways.

"Since you are willing, Demon King, the door is open, let's go in and have a look?"

"Who wants to see the dismemberment scene?" Mu Randeng turned cold and left.

"After all, the deity also liked it, so let him die easily. He died in his sleep."

Mu Randeng was about to walk out of the side hall, when he suddenly heard such a sentence from behind, he suddenly stopped and looked back at Ying Xuanji.

Ying Xuanji raised his lips, and said politely: "You have to pay for cheating. If the Demon King thinks his death is too easy, he can go in and make up for it."

After Ying Xuanji finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that someone's gaze had been fixed here.

The corners of his lips pressed down a little, Ying Xuanji's eyes turned lavender, and he calmly looked at the source of his gaze.

The moment the masked man in white robe looked over, he turned around and stopped looking at Piandian, avoiding the sweeping gaze.

Ying Xuanji didn't notice any abnormality at the source of his sight, he retracted his gaze thoughtfully, and his eyes returned to normal.

After Ying Xuanji withdrew his gaze, the white-robed masked man pulled away a blue screen and stepped into the screen.

On the opposite side of the screen is a cliff, and a towering and dark palace is suspended above the edge of the cliff.

The white-robed masked man stepped onto the palace suspended in the air like walking on flat ground, walked through the corridors of the palace, and came to the main hall of the palace.

The main hall of the palace is engraved with the territory of the Six Realms, and the pitch-black spells shuttle on the territory, which looks extremely ancient and mysterious.

The masked man in white robe walked into the main hall of the palace and knelt down, and said to the empty main hall of the palace:

"My lord, Lin Zhan, die."

"The system is definitely destroyed, and Jiang Huaiyu, who destroyed the system, cannot execute the obliteration."

In the empty main hall of the palace, after the white-robed masked man finished telling the story, ripples rippled round and round. Not long after the ripples opened, a man in green clothes whose face could not be seen clearly appeared in the main hall.

There was also a black spell drawn on the robe of the man in green. He walked slowly in front of the masked man in white robe, stepped on the back of the masked man in white robe, and said in a cold voice, "It can't be erased, the reason."

"Xie Mian and Yi Buping are present, they are not opponents."

"Not an opponent?" Hearing the words, the man in Tsing Yi raised his foot and said, "Yes, you are just a rib of the deity, used to monitor whether things are developing according to the deity's expectation, and it is really not enough in terms of strength. Forget it, get up."

"Yes." The masked man in white robe stood up.

The man in Tsing Yi stood with his hands behind his back. He stood for a while and asked, "Have you found out how Jiang Huaiyu came to this world?"

The masked man in white robe said respectfully: "It seems to be related to the way of heaven. The world created by the venerable is self-awakening and gives birth to the way of heaven."

The white-robed masked man paused for a moment, then continued: "During Jiulong Island, the system sensed that something was wrong with Jiang Huaiyu, thinking that Jiang Huaiyu was not a big threat, so he only blocked his memory and corrected his direction, but... I don't know when Jiang Huaiyu got rid of the influence of the system .”

"The Way of Heaven?" The man in Tsing Yi looked at all the things painted on the walls of the palace, and seemed a little surprised that the world he had created awakened itself and gave birth to the Way of Heaven.

Laughing, the man in Tsing Yi said: "It's really... damn it to hinder the deity's plan."

"What does your lord mean?"

"kill him."

The man in Tsing Yi withdrew his gaze from looking at all the things painted on the walls of the palace, and whispered to himself, "I am a God-maker, and I have carefully planned it for hundreds of millions of years. How can I be defeated by mere heaven? It is the world of heaven created by me alone."

A book appeared in the palace. If Jiang Huaiyu was here, he would definitely recognize that this book was the one he saw and was successfully captured by the system and Lin Zhan.

The book was turned by itself without wind, and it turned to the last page. The last page was Xie Mian who was suppressed by Mo Yuan and got what he deserved.

... When the last page was turned, the page was still for a while, and there was an extra page.

The extra page is:

After Xie Mian was suppressed from Moyuan, he learned of his original fate.

He was supposed to come to the royal family, with both parents, and a smooth journey to immortality, but due to a large-scale divination, the life wheel was disrupted, causing his mother to be forced to Kowloon Island by the demon, and the whole fate was reset.

——My mother couldn't stand Kowloon Island, and died of madness.

The destined father lost his lover, thinking that he was too weak, so he forced himself to cultivate crazily, and eventually went mad.Because he didn't want to harm the innocent, he held his mother's hairpin and killed himself in front of the ancestors.

And he was also forced to come to the Dragon Clan to bear the sins and infamy brought by the Dragon Clan, and he would never see light in his life.

Suddenly learned of the original fate.

Xie Mian woke up from madness, curled up in Mo Yuan, watching Lin Zhan and Ying Xuanji talking and laughing day and night, watching the entire Six Realms.

Hatred swept over his reason and pierced deep into his flesh and blood.

Xie Mian forcibly removed his past memories, ruthlessly cut off his hatred, and after thousands of years, he broke free from the abyss of evil, destroyed the world, and became a new god by stepping on all living beings.

God, higher than immortals, higher than the world.

The masked man in white robe glanced at the well-preserved pages, immediately retracted his gaze, and said respectfully, "Jiang Huaiyu means a lot to Xie Mian. Killing him, forcing Xie Mian to break his hatred and destroy the Six Realms will indeed make Xie Mian Become a god, but..."

"but?"

The white-robed mask said humanely: "My lord, I have a better plan. Why don't you send Jiang Huaiyu back to the original world. In this way, the result is basically the same as what your lord predicted."

Send Jiang Huaiyu back to the original world, try to suppress Xie Mian to Moyuan, tell him his original fate, let him watch Jiang Huaiyu happy in the original world.

——The results will not deviate too much from the predicted results.

"What does the Venerable think of the subordinate's plan?"

The man in Tsing Yi laughed, "You know, I hate people who pretend to be smart the most."

"The subordinates are created by the venerable, and they are one with the venerable."

The white-robed masked man immediately knelt on the ground, "I have absolutely no second thoughts towards the venerable, please learn from the venerable."

The man in Tsing Yi suppressed his smile and said, "What are you doing kneeling? Get up."

"Thank you, my lord."

"As you said, if you send Jiang Huaiyu back to the original world, if the Heavenly Dao of the World gives him something, you will double it to him, so that he does not want to return to this world. If the Heavenly Dao of the World gives him something, it will be a hindrance..."

The white-robed masked man said respectfully: "To achieve the goal, we will not compromise the means. This subordinate will make Jiang Huaiyu never return to this world."

"The deity is waiting for your news, step back."

"Yes."

The man in Tsing Yi waved his hand to make the masked man in white robe step back, quietly looking at the book floating in the palace.

On the page of the book, the word Xinshen was written so heavily that it almost pierced through the page.

"The world was born because of you, and you are the core of the world."

"Xie Mian, Xie Mian, don't let this deity down."

"This deity has been waiting for the birth of a new god for hundreds of millions of years."

The man in Tsing Yi stopped talking after saying this.

The palace was silent for a moment, and the sound sounded again, and the sound echoed in the palace, which was extremely long.

"Only suffering can make new gods."

"If you can't become a god, it means that you are too weak and not worthy of the various tests that the deity has set for you."

"Dead, or staying in the devil's abyss forever, should be."

……

The masked man in white robe left from the dark palace.

After he left, he went straight to the Demon Realm.

The demon world is full of sand and dust all the year round, and the environment is extremely harsh. After entering the ghost world, the man in the white robe mask took off his mask and put away his white robe.

He fanned the folding fan to cover the blowing sand.

"My lord, why are you here?"

There were rough stones mixed in the wind and sand, several demon soldiers saw Fu Wuxiang from a distance, went straight to Fu Wuxiang, and bowed.

Fu Wuxiang lowered the folding fan, and fanned away the incoming wind and sand, he said: "I drank too much at the Demon Banquet, I felt dizzy and chest tight, come out to get some air."

"This is not a good place to breathe." Several demon soldiers said, "If Venerable Fu feels dizzy and chest tight, it is better to go to a square foot. It is the place where the demon energy is the weakest in the demon world, which is very suitable for monks."

"The kind deity accepts it." Fu Wuxiang set up the formation on the spot, intending to teleport directly to the edge of the demon world, he lazily said, "But there is something in the sect, the master urged the deity to return to the sect, it is really inconvenient to stay."

"But the Devil's Banquet is not over yet..."

"The Demon Lord won't care that the deity leaves halfway..." Fu Wuxiang seemed to be having a hard time setting up the formation, he couldn't help coughing and coughing up blood after setting up the formation.

After wiping off the blood, Fu Wuxiang took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and threw it to one of the magic soldiers.

"Please help me to deliver this medicine to the Demon Lord, not to mention that I gave it to you. This medicine is designed to treat the old wounds left by the demon."

The magic soldier quickly caught the medicine bottle, and as soon as he caught the medicine bottle, Fu Wuxiang's figure disappeared into the formation.

"Thanks, when I am free, I will treat you to a drink."

……

Xuanweizong, Changming Hall.

After Jiang Huaiyu took a bath, with her wet hair loose, she sat in the inner room and sacrificed the second memory she got back from the system.

When returning to the sect, Jiang Huaiyu had already urged Master Yi Buping to put Xie Mian into the green pool outside the sect.

Nothing urgent to do right now, just time to look at the second memory.

Closing his eyes and blending the second memory between his brows, Jiang Huaiyu calmed down and entered the second memory.

……

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The night wind shuttles through the curtains of flowers, and the light from the Changming Palace falls on the moist petals, creating a softness.

Jiang Huaiyu opened his eyes from the second memory, he stood up, raised his hand to form a sword intent, and stared at the sword intent for a long time.

The sword intent is sharp, with the rustling spring cold, and contains the aura of heaven and earth.

Staring at the sword intent for a while, Jiang Huaiyu sighed, put away the sword intent, put on a coat, walked to the desk, spread out the rice paper, and slowly wrote the words Xie Mian.

There was a knocking sound suddenly from the Linghua wooden window in the inner room.

Jiang Huaiyu's cultivation base immediately pretended to return to the late stage of Huashen, he raised his pen and quickly crossed out the word "Xie Mian", and then looked towards the window.

"What, get out."

The window was gently pushed open a crack.

The pitch-black little dragon came in through the crack of the window, turned its head to look at Jiang Huaiyu, "Master, it's a disciple."

"You've recovered your strength?" Jiang Huaiyu saw that it was Xie Mian, his eyes softened, he tapped his pen, turned around and walked to the window, and closed the window.

The carved jade box that master Yi Buping used to hold Xie Mian could not hold living things, but living things referred to humans, not other races.

When Jiang Huaiyu closed the window, Xie Mian landed on the back of Jiang Huaiyu's hand, her soft tail wrapped around Jiang Huaiyu's fingers, "Recovered, thinking about..."

"What are you thinking about?"

After Xie Mian became smaller, he could hold it with the palm of his hand, without any threat at all.Jiang Huaiyu looked at Xie Mian who was entwining her fingers. Xie Mian's bald tail had already grown scales, but the scales were too thin. At first glance, it still looked bald.

Xie Mian noticed Jiang Huaiyu's gaze, and immediately let go of Jiang Huaiyu's tail. He pressed the tail under the dragon's body, coiled it up, and blocked it.

Seeing this, Jiang Huaiyu pinched the fine hair on his tail and pulled it out, "I don't dislike you for pestering me, even if you're a little bald—it's just a little bald, what are you afraid of? many."

Xie Mian: "..."

Xie Mian retracted her tail abruptly, returning to human form.

"The human figure is not bald, master, stop joking."

"Joke?" Xie Mian stood upright and regained his human form. When he stood in front of Jiang Huaiyu, he almost blocked all the light.

Jiang Huaiyu took a few steps back, smiled, and said coolly: "You didn't ask for it yourself. If you behaved rightly, how could you be bald? According to my teacher, it's good if you are completely bald. You didn't before. I should stop Master from pulling you out."

Jiang Huaiyu did not forget that Xie Mian did a good job.

Xie Mian: "..."

Xie Mian remained silent, and after a long time, he finally spoke, "Master, what is your second memory?"

Xie Mian no longer mentioned anything about the contract of absolute obedience, and changed the topic to the real business.

——He hasn't thought of a way to cancel or suppress the contract of absolute obedience. If he mentions it again, he might annoy Jiang Huaiyu and really get bald.

Xie Mian is not ready to go bald yet.

"The second memory..." Jiang Huaiyu frowned slightly. He looked at the rice paper placed on the desk. The word Xie Mian crossed out on the rice paper was completely invisible and turned into a ball of thick ink.

"Master, is there any scruples? Still can't say it?" Xie Mian followed his gaze and landed on the rice paper.

Jiang Huaiyu was immersed in the warm light, and he looked back at the rice paper, "You also learned about the second memory from being a teacher. It's about who I listen to as a teacher. I went to Jiulong Island to approach you. The purpose of approaching you is What."

"Yes, the disciple knows."

Xie Mian's eyes fell on the tip of Jiang Huaiyu's nose, "It's okay if Master doesn't want to say anything, this disciple just wants to know whether Master is approaching disciple to harm disciple or..."

All the unfinished words sank into the bottom of my heart.

Xie Mian glanced from the tip of Jiang Huaiyu's nose to his lips, his lips were thin and slightly red, as if he had touched rouge.

The silent wind blade scratched the fingertips, Xie Mian looked away and suppressed the darkness in his heart.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't catch Xie Mian's emotion, Xie Mian covered it up too quickly.