Cultivate with an African God

The rain is fading.

Hua Xiangrong had already fallen into the pool of water, the ground was in a mess, and the ground was extremely dirty, making her look extremely distressed.She tried her best to stand up, the cloak in her hand was broken and it was difficult to join together, she simply let go and let the cloak sink in the water, forming a dharma seal with difficulty, allowing true energy to condense around her.

The man looked down at her.As the sky darkened, his outline was stained with shadows, and his specific expression could not be seen clearly: "It's pretty good to be able to last until now. With such ability, why bother to be servile every day, Hua Xiangrong?"

His last words carried a slightly raised tone, with sarcasm and a little teasing.

Hua Xiangrong forced a smile, and stood up with difficulty under the support of her true energy.Her real name has already been revealed by the other party, and now she may look like a sieve in the other party's eyes, but she has no choice, and she can't hide anything from such a capable demon king.She could almost predict that it would be a losing game from the beginning of the shot, but—until now she has no intention of retreating.

But fortunately, she waited.

She protected her heart with her true energy, turned her head to look at the distant palace gate, and forced a smile: "Have you seen it, the fog has cleared."

The man chuckled and said, "So what?"

Hua Xiangrong closed her eyes slightly, gave herself a moment of rest, breathed weakly, and said: "Just now, you are here, waiting for a fog to engulf everyone, and use the power here to fight the ghost cultivator decisively Here, and devouring the power of ghost cultivation, you can make sure that the surroundings are clean, and go to the Golden Temple to fight to the death. In this way...you can be sure that you will not be defeated."

The man's tone didn't change, but his smile slowly faded: "...So, it's in the Golden Luan Hall."

"Yes, it's in the Golden Luan Hall," Hua Xiangrong replied bluntly, "But I'm afraid you are useless, the fog has stopped, and your plan can no longer be carried out. The ghost cultivator is dead, and you are not sure now. Whoever survives, then you will definitely not take this risk."

"Why are you so sure I don't want to take any chances?"

Hua Xiangrong opened her eyes. She was in a mess, but her eyes were as clear as jade in water: "You come here, it shows that you like to be fully prepared. It is true that you are in the Golden Palace, but if you regard the dead city as a law If it is a formation or an illusion, then the center of the spell is here. You want to steal the power here... because you know what it is. You want to try to control it. Once you can control it, even if you have The ghost cultivator with the right location, and the regent king who rules the imperial city, you will not be at a disadvantage. Because the source of the true energy of the dead city lies in a magic weapon called the soul-destroying mirror. You want to borrow the power and take it out Magic weapon, get out of here, and restore your own abilities. ——Am I right, Mo Yu-jun?"

Mo Yujun looked at her lightly, and then smiled lightly.

Hua Xiangrong's complexion suddenly became paler - she called out this person's name, but she didn't respond to revealing his real name at all!

What exactly went wrong?

But Mr. Mo Yu seemed to be able to see what was in her heart, and said: "You guessed right, it's a pity. I didn't expect that a mere head of the Kunshan School could find out such secrets."

"Now it's the Kunshan School's Immortal Envoy." Hua Xiangrong's voice was low and weak, but her tone was sonorous, and she corrected her almost immediately.

Mo Yujun ignored her, and said directly: "I killed you, then gained strength, and waited for the final battle here. Although there are differences, the result is still the same. You know that you can plot against me naturally, come out to hinder me, why? thing?"

Mo Yujun's expression was a bit wary, but Hua Xiangrong's eyes turned, and she covered her lips with a smile: "Of course...it's for promotion and fortune."

She saw the sky darken layer by layer, the fog dissipated, and after a heavy rain, the dark clouds gradually disappeared.

Tonight should be a clear night, I don't know if the moon is full, and I don't know if there will be stars.Maybe Mr. Mo Yu would not understand what she really wanted to do, so naturally she would not say it.

She doesn't like the rules imposed on her, just as she doesn't like any destiny that can be doomed by birth.She has been working hard all the way, and what she gets rid of is not her past, but her future that seems to be doomed in the eyes of others.The same is true today.

She wants to change herself, or the ending that seems to be written here, even if there is only a little possibility of changing, but for such a possibility, she will gamble.

Even if the stakes are life.

Hua Xiangrong smiled, looking at the other party's slightly disdainful expression, and the Mozong Shufa who was about to fall.She sighed softly, and the technique condensed into a red silk, guarding in front of her.It's just because her zhenqi is intermittent, Hong Ling also looks like a tulle, which will shatter when touched.

...It's a pity, there should be a moon tonight.

Hua Xiangrong's defense was completely shattered, but there were several gusts of wind guarding her body, allowing her to avoid the sharp edge of the spell, and when she was dying, she heard the young man's voice.

"Mr. Mo Yu, stop - I have a reason to tell you not to do it again!"

That man had an evil spirit, Hua Xiangrong hadn't remembered his original appearance for a long time, he was probably a teenager, always smiling, with a nonchalant and careless expression on his face, his name was Mu Xinghe.

Hua Xiangrong seemed to have let go of all the strength in her body, and slowly sat on the broken stone slab.Mo Yujun froze, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, waiting for Mu Xinghe's reason.

"There is only one reason," Mu Xinghe came from the Golden Luan Palace, his body was messed up, his hair was half wet, and he looked up at Mo Yujun, "Because you can't beat him."

So Mo Yujun raised the corners of his mouth again, looking noncommittal.

"You don't know who is here," Mu Xinghe smiled, "I'll tell you now, the name of the person in the Golden Luan Hall is Xiantianzhen Mopu, and the name of the person who is inseparable from him is Shen Xiu."

Even Hua Xiangrong could not help but gasp when she heard this, and murmured: "No wonder..."

Mo Yujun's expression became a bit calm, but he quickly returned to his original smile: "You can conclude that I will definitely lose based on this alone? Behind the mirror, the ability and methods may not be inferior to him."

"No, you are really inferior," Mu Xinghe said here, and for some reason, his eyes became brighter and brighter, looking at Mo Yujun, "Because he designed all this, so it is absolutely impossible for you to be under his hands." Turn around."

Mo Yujun was silent for a moment, but quickly calmed down, put away the spell, and asked, "Why?"

Mu Xinghe wiped his face casually with his hand, found a place to lean against, and said, "It's a long story, I'll explain it to you slowly."

"The first thing is, why did Shen Xiu come to Dead City? Since everyone will stay here, you may know that the connection between our coming here is not the Dao Discussion Conference, but the soul-destroying mirror near the Dao Discussion Conference. I can be sure that Moyu-jun and I were on the same island almost at the same time. Moyu-jun caused a change and left with difficulty. Come out, girl Hua..." Mu Xinghe looked at Hua Xiangrong, hesitant.This girl's whereabouts have always been strange, and it seems that it is not unexpected to appear anywhere, so Mu Xinghe knew that she was also in the Dao Discussion Conference at that time, so he didn't think about it.

Hua Xiangrong said softly: "At that time, I watched from afar everything you did, from the time when Fellow Daoist Wen arrived, until Lord Lin Yuan left."

Mu Xinghe nodded, this may explain why Hua Xiangrong didn't receive the letter, but she was drawn into it after seeing someone else's letter.He went on to say: "Yes, Shen Xiu also came later, and those who follow him may know that he greatly destroyed that island that day."

Mo Yujun stood aside with arms folded, without saying a word, but Mu Xinghe knew what he was thinking.

"Actually, Shen Xiu was just dragged into the dead city like us, but there are two doubts," Mu Xinghe shook his fingers, and his tone seemed a little calm because he had cleared his mind, "First, Come in, come in, why is the Xiantianzhen magic book there, and it has turned into a human form? Second, I still can't kill it directly after I call out the real name of the Xiantianzhen magic book, which shows that he is not completely restricted by the rules of the dead city. Shen Xiu has such abilities, and even spent a lot of time to make the innate magic spectrum into a human form, mixed into the dead city, but he is sticking to the imperial city, if you say that he has no interference rules, do you believe it?"

"...What does he want to do?"

"I don't know." Mu Xinghe shook his head, "But I can guess from what I know. You may have thought about this when you came here—who ordered us to come, and what we are asking for."

Mo Yujun said with a half-smile: "Since everyone knows that it is the soul-destroying mirror, isn't it the master of the soul-destroying mirror? Since it is the soul-destroying mirror, using an illusion to eliminate the soul, Isn't it normal to increase your strength?"

"So that's how it is," Mu Xinghe kept nodding with an educated look on his face, "Then, why can't it be that there is no such master, but the soul-destroying mirror? Maybe you don't know that it appeared on Yinghua Island back then. The devil in question is probably the soul-destroying mirror itself, because his language is very strange, and he needs to be 'melted' by people in order to repair himself."

The situation is critical, but Mu Xinghe smiled, his eyebrows stretched, with a different look: "So many things can make sense, it is a damaged item that needs to be repaired by itself, and I am afraid that something went wrong before, so Unfolding the dead city, intending to eliminate our souls and use it as a material for smelting. Shen Xiu opposed it. He called me to the center of the magic circle. Although I was powerless to destroy it, I could still interfere. He did not move in front of the city. He was waiting until the poisonous fog was advancing, the scope of the dead city was shrinking, and the power was shrinking and cohesive. Then he gave the soul-destroying mirror a fatal blow-I just wanted to overturn the chessboard. But what he thought of was crushing the chessboard."

The darkness is completely covered, there is a moon tonight, passing through the gauze-like clouds, casting cold moonlight, Mo Yujun's eyes moved slightly, and I don't know what to think of.

Mu Xinghe turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "So our smart Moyu-jun will definitely not waste his energy on such useless efforts?"

"No... what you think is a little less." Mo Yujun said thoughtfully.

"Do you know why I left when I saw the miasma outside the palace gate?" Mo Yujun looked a little serious at first, but now he put his fingertips on his lips and smiled a little, "It is indeed a little bit like what you said I know, I just like to sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight, but another point is that it is not the ghost cultivator that is scary. I may be able to defeat him, but it is not worth it. What is dreadful is the miasma, which is death and evil thoughts It is a chaotic manifestation, and what is involved is the damaged soul, which is elusive, and the inside story cannot be seen through, so I will naturally go to a more certain place."

"...Soul?" Mu Xinghe hesitated when he heard this.It was as if a few stones had been thrown into his heart, causing ripples, and his fingers began to tap on the pillars next to him, making irregular sounds.

"...Maybe the point is not the poisonous fog anymore." Hua Xiangrong opened her eyes with difficulty, and looked at Mu Xinghe, she was unable to bring up a smile, her face was as pale as paper, "You may not know what is under our feet. I don’t know why Lord Linyuan wanted to call out the Xiantianzhen magic spectrum—the power of the Xiantianzhen magic spectrum can affect the entire underworld of the beginning of time, so when he recognized Shen Xiu as the master, Shen Xiu became Lord Linyuan. It can be questioned, this is a rare innate spirit treasure, and it is not surprising that it can change shape and have a sense of consciousness. You know that there is a secret treasure of the Demon Sect called the soul-breaking mirror. Before the little brother said that, I only thought it It’s called the soul-destroying mirror, but... before it was damaged, its name was the life-eclipsing mirror, and back then, it was no less than the innate true magic spectrum.”

Mu Xinghe was still a little dazed, but Mo Yujun could no longer maintain his smile, and his brows were deeply furrowed: "Didn't the mirror of life eclipse be damaged in the battle between Xuanyan Tianjun and Nine Transformations True Demon in ancient times? How do you know?"

Hua Xiangrong breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep look at Mu Xinghe, and then closed his eyes wearily again: "The life-eclipsing mirror is indeed damaged, and the aura has passed away. After a long time, it was discovered by a magic cultivator, who named it Duomo Miehun." Mirror.... Everyone in the world thinks that the soul-destroying mirror is a top-grade magic weapon, but in fact, it still has spiritual wisdom. It tempted the demon cultivator to go deep into the three islands, devour his flesh and blood, and hide in the ground to accept spiritual gestation, waiting for self-healing. "

Mo Yu-jun was still asking Hua Xiangrong how he knew the secrets of the Demon Sect, but Hua Xiangrong was unable to answer.

Mu Xinghe's hands almost trembled.

It was only then that he understood Shen Xiu's full purpose, and now his face was also starting to turn pale.

"Shen Xiu is trying to die. He has nothing to do when he asks me to come here, he just wants to distract me!" Mu Xinghe stood up straight and looked towards the Golden Luan Hall over there.

The wind is gathering and the clouds are surging, and the black clouds are heavy.

"does it worth?"

No lamps were lit in the Golden Luan Hall, and as night fell, no matter how resplendent and magnificent it was, it was nothing but pitch black.

The man looked at the gradually gathering clouds outside, and replied lightly: "What is this?"

The eyes of the innate magic spectrum are dark and gloomy: "You spent so many years tracing the traces of the old mirror, destroying the self-repair of the old mirror, and forcing him to open the dead city and trap everyone involved in it as a last resort. Now You have to fight the old mirror as hard as you can, and if you are not sure, you will perish here, just for a person who has never spoken to you, is it worth it?"

At this time, Shen Xiu glanced at the other party, her voice was very soft, and her tone was very light: "Senior can talk so much, it means that 'it' is very close."

Xiantianzhen Mopu leaned against the wall, "hummed" and stopped talking.

"What I do is not worth it." Shen Xiu's voice broke the death-like silence, "I don't know him, but Mu Xinghe does. Mu Xinghe is very sad for him. This matter originated from me. Since I can make up for this A pity, why not do it?"

"He won't know you made such a sacrifice."

There was a wind blowing from the window, brushing the long hair on Shen Xiu's forehead. The wind after the rain was slightly cool, with the fragrance of grass and trees. Shen Xiu seemed to be in a good mood, and smiled softly: "Why should I know."

"Everyone treats me one point, and I return him three points. What's more... I don't want him to have any regrets."

He remembered the last time, the other person's eyes were red, almost crying, but his eyes were so stubborn that he told him to wait for him over and over again.

But Shen Xiu thought of something else at this time.He actually had many friends, but few of them were so clear in his memory.He couldn't say why, but maybe it wasn't important.

The young man stood in the wind holding a talisman paper, looking forward to the sky, as if he should be proud of the spring breeze, and everything will always go well.

Just the spring breeze, just the boy.

"...You are so naive sometimes." Xiantianzhen Mopu said after a long silence.

"My predecessors praised me," Shen Xiu didn't care, still looking at the clouds gathering outside and the wind passing through the leaves, "As long as you have the ability, all your thoughts can be taken for granted."

"I hope so," Xiantianzhen Mopu walked back to the dragon chair and sat upright, "The old mirror is coming, don't die, I don't want to choose another host."

Shen Xiu walked over and opened the gate of the Jinluan Hall. The wind rushed into the Jinluan Hall, bringing in many broken leaves. Standing in the wind, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, which was extremely moving.

"That's natural."

Dark clouds gathered, the night was dark, and the heavy breath was like a boulder weighing down heavily. However, he stood among the broken leaves and dust, like a pavilion under the moon, watching the wind and waves.

The author has something to say:

Thank you Shen Nianjiu for the rocket~

The next chapter ends this part.One of the scary things is that I haven't written an outline for the next section yet...