Inner Demon, She Turns All Beings Upside Down [Honghuang]

Lingxin prefers to watch the way of heaven in a dim environment.

During the day, His face is too clear, and the whirlpools in his eyes are like the sky with wind and clouds, which is not like him.

At night, facing the moonlight or firelight, watching the bright bonfire, squint your eyes again.Dimly, she looked at his brows and temples, and his slightly raised thin lips, and she looked very much like him.

Therefore, the soul can look at Him and kiss Him all night, but is unwilling to have much contact with Him during the day.

Tiandao doesn't understand the reason, it's just the preference of the soul.

Although he is indifferent, like a machine with precise calculations, but when he is really tempted, he is extremely clingy.Whether it is the touch of the soul or the spiritual contact, He always takes the same.For this reason, he even took the initiative to give her the source of heaven several times.

Only because the spirit heart that has obtained the power of the source will be in a good mood.She would hug him and kiss him, her lips and tongue intersected, and her spiritual thoughts were wrapped around him like thousands of soft tentacles.Then another desire that He didn't understand would come flooding in.

Tiandao once asked Lingxin, "Why is this so?"

"What's missing?"

Lingxin held his face, kissed the red mole between his brows, and replied softly,

"Because my realm is not enough."

"I also want to become one with you as soon as possible."

Yin and Yang cannot be balanced, and gaps are inevitable.

Tiandao believed this explanation, and his mentality naturally changed from wanting to devour the demons to helping the spiritual heart become stronger.

As an old driver, Lingxin easily discovered Tiandao's desire for her.But it did not satisfy His purpose.

After all, her feelings for Tiandao were originally pure hatred, although after he changed his skin and became a fairly coaxable substitute, Lingxin's acceptance of a slightly more intimate behavior with Tiandao was much higher.But it doesn't mean that she is willing to forget the hatred, everyone is happy.

After truly understanding the way of heaven, the soul will find that he is actually very coaxable.He knows everything, and he has deep calculations about the power that may be beyond his control, but he disdains to truly understand the prehistoric creatures.

As long as Fan Tiandao can pay more attention to the life of the human race, he will not look down on the prehistoric creatures so much, and he can also know that Lingxin is fooling him in the way of dual cultivation.

Just like this, another hundred years have passed since he was fooling the Heavenly Dao while quietly stealing the origin of the Heavenly Dao.Suddenly one day, the sky changed.

In the human tribe, Tiandao, who was intersecting with the spiritual mind and spiritual consciousness, stopped abruptly, looking at the sky with a gloomy expression.

"what happened?"

Lingxin tugged at Tiandao's blue hair lightly, her voice soft and melodious.

Tiandao didn't speak, but the sound of the sky replaced his answer.

There was only a muffled muffled sound that spread from Kunlun to the prehistoric region, and the purple air traveled thousands of miles east.A figure illuminates the myriad worlds, accompanied by the immeasurable coercion of the saint, there are fragrant flowers like rain, fairy energy lingering, and thousands of auspicious colors.All living beings bowed their heads and kowtowed.

Then Lao Tzu's calm voice sounded.

"The Dao is above. I am the Taiqing Laozi who was transformed by Pangu Yuanshen. Now I set up a human religion with the intention of educating the human race. People teach and establish."

"My fellow Taoist has become a saint!"

Lingxin straightened her body all of a sudden, looking at the phantom of the saint in the sky, she was both surprised and delighted.

Different from the situation in another world, Lao Tzu did not rely on the majestic purple energy to establish the teaching and become holy, but after comprehending the natural way of yin and yang and becoming holy, in order to adapt to the development of the world and give back to the world, he founded the human teaching.

Things are still the same two things, but if the order is changed, the difference will be huge.

There is at least one, which means that Laozi in this life will no longer be restricted by the Dao of Heaven, even if he cannot transcend the prehistoric times temporarily, he still has the possibility to continue to become a Daoist sage.

On the Kunlun Mountains, Lao Tzu withdrew his prestige as a saint, and nodded slightly to his two excited younger brothers.

Without words, Yuanshi and Tongtian knew what their brother meant.One after the other, they opened their mouths and said,

"I am from the beginning of the Yuqing Dynasty, and today I set up a great religion called Chanjiao, and use the innate treasure Pangu Banner as the treasure of Zhenjiao... Chanjiao, set up."

"I am the Supreme Master of the Qing Dynasty, and today I set up a great sect called Jiejiao, with the Four Swords of Zhuxian as the treasures of the town's sect...Jiejiao, establish it."

As soon as the words fell, two more auras of Xuanhuang Hongde came down, rolling like waves, throwing towards Kunlun Mountain.

Yuanshi and Tongtian felt the surge of the primordial purple energy in their bodies, looked at each other, but released the treasure of Zhenjiao calmly.

The dark gray Pangu Banner and the Four Swords of Zhu Xian unfolded in the air, and two massive merits were put into them respectively, saving the two sets of magic weapons with a layer of golden light.

Yuanshi and Tongtian didn't accept that merit, so naturally they wouldn't be sanctified at this time.

With the establishment of the Three Religions, the fortunes of the human race soared, which aroused the fear of the two clans of liches.Soon after, a series of plans were formulated for the human race, using the soul of the human race to sacrifice and refine weapons.Later, Houtu Ancestral Witch, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, turned compassionate into the six realms of reincarnation in order to resolve the murderous evil of the Witch Clan.

Those are things for later, let's not mention them for now.

Just talking about now, Tiandao frowned as he looked at the mighty Sanqing Lijiao.

Lingxin was afraid that he would notice the abnormality of the primordial purple air, so he pulled him and interrupted his thoughts.

"What's wrong? Shouldn't Sanqing establish a religion?"

Tiandao shook his head.Shen Sheng replied, "Sanqing should establish a religion."

According to the development of the general trend of the world, the human race after the Lich should prosper.And the rise of the human race began with the teaching of the Sanqing.

Both time and event are correct.It's just that he didn't expect that none of the three Qings could be sanctified with the merits of establishing religion.

That's all for me, Yuanshi and Tongtian...

He felt that something was wrong, but after perceiving the primordial purple energy that still existed in the bodies of several future saints, Heavenly Dao couldn't find out what was wrong.

Lingxin hooked Tiandao's shoulder, and kissed His lips lightly.

"Don't think so much, even if they are sanctified, can they still pass you?"

Tiandao hugged her waist familiarly, still frowning, and the whirlpool in his eyes slowly rotated.

After a while, he made a decision.

"I should join Hongjun as soon as possible."

Together...

Lingxin closed her eyes, leaned her cheek against Tiandao's chest, and surrounded his tall and straight body.

"Then don't you want to go back 33 days away? I can't bear you—"

Tiandao lowered his eyes, and the tenderness in his chest dilutes Lao Tzu's awe-inspiring sanctification.

"I will as soon as possible."

"Stay with me again... Tomorrow, I will let you go..."

Her voice was full of nostalgia, her breathing was light, but her eyes were exceptionally calm and unwavering.

"it is good."

She has been delaying Hongjun for so many years, enough for him to prepare.

The origin of the way of heaven that Lingxin has acquired over the years has reached the upper limit that her realm can bear, and if she wants to go further, she must perfect the practice of the way of heart demon.

Therefore, the soul did not follow the way of heaven to go back 33 days, but stayed in the prehistoric, fulfilling the duties of the demon, and engaging in the mentality of the prehistoric creatures——

Hao Zhi is an ordinary demon soldier in the demon court.

It has spikes that are as thick as human fingers with black tips all over its body. After accepting orders from superiors to massacre the humans on the ground in a small area, what he likes most is to use his spikes to poke those weak little things into a sieve, and then hang them on the ground. Show off your might to your companions.

During a massacre, Hao Zhi faintly saw a pink mist drifting in, and the next moment, he was in a daze.After a brief trance, it saw two mountains and two seas in front of its eyes.

A mountain of meat piled up as high as a mountain with all kinds of blood and food, and a treasure mountain filled with countless spiritual creatures and treasures.In front are dozens of plump female demons, making the sound and breath of spring.Behind it is the demon soldier of the same team, bowing respectfully to it under the leadership of the captain who usually likes to order it.

Is this heaven?

Hao Huo snorted excitedly and rushed towards the wonderful life.

Then the mountain of meat and treasures turned into a sea of ​​flames, and the female demon teammates turned into bloody human races.They scalded his spikes with hot lava, skinned it bit by bit with blunt stone flakes, and put it into a huge saucepan...

"Ow, ooh, ooh—"

Hao Zhi woke up with a scream, covered his head and rolled on the ground vomiting blood, the sea of ​​consciousness was in pain like a burst.

The next moment, a human nun stabbed a long sword into its head.The sharp pain burst out in an instant, and then subsided quickly.

The blood of the human race dripped along the blood of the hog, staining the green grass on the ground red...

Xiao is the first group of monks in the Youchao tribe.

She was very lucky to meet Lao Tzu as his disciple Xuan Du preaching the Sutra of Inaction.But at the age of a hundred, he advanced to an earth immortal.

She was also unfortunate. Immediately after Lao Tzu became a saint, when the millennium period when the human race was protected by the saints came, she and her tribal companions became the food of the lich, and the lowly human slaves.

Luo could no longer remember how many times she had fought against the demon soldiers.The low-grade spirit sword in his hand collided with the sharp thorns of the hog, making an ear-piercing sound, and there was another crack like a spider web.

The sunlight made her eyes dizzy, and she saw the blood gourd-like corpse of Hao Shu's kin, staring blankly at her.

But her arms had already started to tremble, her spiritual power had bottomed out, and she was powerless to avenge him.

useless.

I thought desperately.The monster race is bloodthirsty and easy to kill. Although their bodies are already so strong, they still have as many as ants.How to kill it?

Probably because of being too tired, Xiao's eyes blurred, and he was suddenly in another dimension.

That was the peaceful homeland of the past, with no foreign enemies and no killing.A burly man showed his love to her under the peach blossom tree, his ordinary face was illuminated by the sun.

I remember that the owner of this face died ten years ago, he pushed her away, and he was burnt beyond recognition by the fire snake of the Zhurong tribe.

She regretted ever rejecting him.

Now, he appeared before her eyes again.With a blushing face and eyes full of sincerity, he said,

"I like you, Xiao, are you willing to..."

"I am willing."

Looking at the surprise on the face of the person in front of him, Xiao pushed him away with a gentle but firm voice.

"I will avenge you."

The dreamlike scene disappeared, and Shion returned to the battlefield.She felt a kind of cool power rushing from the sea of ​​consciousness to all the limbs and bones, the vitality was filled like never before, and the barrier of the fairyland was also loosened by that power.

Contrary to her, that Hao pig seemed to have been severely injured, rolling and screaming.

The warplane is only for a moment.No need to think too much, the demon soldier was killed with a single sword strike.

Wiping off the stinky hot blood on her face, her figure flickered, and she appeared next to another wounded demon soldier...

In the woods, Lingxin calmly looked at this bloody massacre.

The Yaozu's physical body is strong, but their mentality is too far behind.

"You like that human nun very much."

It seems that there is a wind blowing through the treetops, sending a light male voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, I treat everyone equally. How can they blame me if they can't pass the inner demon state."

Lingxin refuted the words, turned her head, looked at Lao Tzu who was wearing Taoist robes beside her, and said with a light smile,

"The catastrophe of the human race has passed a hundred years, it should be enough. But the Lich family should learn some lessons, what do you think?"

It was only because Lao Tzu established the Human Cult after his sanctification that the liches were afraid, and the massacre of the clan began.Although this catastrophe is inevitable for the human race, Sanqing should take some responsibility anyway.

The sanctified Taiqing breath has become natural, the gray eyes are peaceful, and the smile is gentle,

"That's why I'm here."

"Oh? When does it start?"

Lao Tzu didn't answer, but said,

"Yuanshi is about to enter the holy rank, would you like to visit Kunlun and reward the Lich for calamity?"

Lingxin sighed softly, "Why did you invite me to the theater? It's clearly to make my brother happy."

With an unhappy expression on her face, she pulled the back of Lao Tzu's hand and bit hard.

"You are such a good brother."

I lowered my eyes to look at the back of the hand that she had bitten, and suddenly clenched Lingxin's hand, smiling lightly and saying nothing.

Kunlun is indeed a good place to watch the Lich War.Firstly, it is clean and beautiful, and secondly, it is safe. With Lao Tzu, a sage, in charge, no party dares to invade Kunlun.Three times, it is also great to have a saint to accompany her to help her practice.

Ten years later, ten suns appeared in the sky.They are the ten little golden crows born in harmony between the demon emperor Jun and Taiyin star Xi.

The young Golden Crow didn't know how to control the real fire of the sun, and it appeared in the Great Desolate Continent at the same time, like ten suns, scorching the ground thousands of miles away, causing all living beings to suffer.

After the dragon and phoenix catastrophe, the two clans of Lich became the protagonists of the world, and the demon clan took Emperor Juntai as the emperor, and established the demon court to rule the sky.The witch clan, headed by the twelve ancestor witches, is in charge of the land.

However, the two clans of Liches feed on each other, and the hatred has deepened with the passage of time.

At that time, the son of the Demon Emperor came to the ground to make trouble, how could the Wu Clan bear it?So he refined the sun-shooting bow with the essence of the human race, and ordered the great witch Houyi to shoot the arrow for ten days.

It was impossible for Di Juntai, as the pinnacle of Daluo Jinxian, to not have known about that big movement.But a sage disturbed the secret, and Di Jun didn't find out until Houyi shot nine golden crows to death one after another.

The Yaozu only saved the last little prince.The demon emperor, who had lost nine sons in a row, was furious and was about to declare war with the witch clan.

Seeing that the war between the two clans was about to break out, Lingxin almost clapped his hands and called them to fight quickly, but a majestic majesty of a saint came from the top of Kunlun Yujing Mountain.

Like the sound of thunder, the sound of immortals curling up, and the purple air coming from the east, it indicates that another saint will appear in the world.

"Yuan Shi, sanctified!"

On Mount Sumeru in the west, Zhunti glanced at the east, and then at Yingying who was still in the middle, with hidden worries in his eyes.

Thirty-three days outside the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun walked out of the gray mist, his purple clothes remained the same, but his expression was indifferent, and his pair of sky-blue eyes swirled faintly and slowly.

Watching the gray mist disappear without a sound, Hongjun's gaze went through the chaos for 33 days and landed on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

There, the new saint is dressed in white, with a golden ring and jade belt, and is dignified.He was slowly walking towards the woman in pink.

Another cloud of gray mist fell from the sky, turning into a figure in Tsing Yi.In His eyes are two rounds of chaotic vortexes, and the red mole on his forehead is as bright as blood.

Lingxin looked at the one green and one white walking towards him, squinted his eyes, and greeted him as if in great surprise, and opened his mouth to shout, "Yuchen, Yuanshi—"

The corner of the white-clothed saint's mouth hooked slightly.

The smile on Tiandao's face disappeared, he stopped, stared at Lingxin and asked coldly,

"Who is Yuchen?"