Cultivate with an African God

The remnant soul turned his head to look at Shen Xiu in the distance, Shen Xiu was already very close to the dark fire, he turned around, and was about to stop Shen Xiu.

However, it was a small ice flower that bloomed under his feet, blocking his way.

Mu Xinghe held his heart that was constantly being bullied, gritted his teeth, and randomly released the small spells he could release now.

Even Shuten-douji's attack seemed so weak - the wine gourd's spray was only once or twice each time, and the remnant soul didn't care about this monster at all.

The remnant soul sneered at these methods, and kicked the spell away: "It's too ugly, why bother."

Mu Xinghe was speechless, but he was the only one who knew that there was nothing wrong with it, and it wasn't ugly.

Because he has to hold on.

He has also thought a lot about the falsehood of his own existence, the unreachable truth, and the fate of the long struggle, but all of these are not as good as his present and past, the people he wants to protect with everything.

If he had just come to this world, he would never have imagined that one day he would be so embarrassed, and he would never have imagined that the reason for his embarrassment was because of many people he knew or didn't know.

Mu Xinghe originally had many opportunities to postpone this battle, until he was stronger, until he collected more favorable conditions.

But he doesn't want to.

He doesn't want people to be tired of facing Tianmen, and he doesn't want the breath brought by Tianmen to disrupt the stability of this world, make this world destroy or merge with other worlds.

In fact, Mu Xinghe didn't care about the world at all, he didn't care about human beings at all, the only intense emotion in him was his thirst for knowledge.

If he is interested in foreign objects, it is only interested in how to play with human beings on the palm of his hand and destroy the world.He turned out to be indestructible, without weakness, because he cared about nothing, even his own life, which he seemed to be able to throw away if necessary.

He met them, saw them, and gradually became like a person.

His life is filled with the emotions from them—he has witnessed the long watch, felt the trust entrusted to his life, seen the pursuit of death without regret, and the love and pain in the path of practice, and the existence of himself The confusion and recognition... This world is very big, there is greed, there is killing, there are also sects that want to protect the capital that is willing to ruin the world, and the friendship of watching and helping each other is passed down from generation to generation.

There is also the back view of Shen Xiu moving forward resolutely, and the gentleness that occasionally flashes in those shiny eyes.

Even if it is just a plaything of fate, he still doesn't want to deny the world, and still doesn't want to destroy his own existence. He holds the truth that he can confirm in his hands, so he can go against the wind until his blood runs dry and his body rots.

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

The cold and lonely female swordsman held her sword and slashed at Tianyin who kept pouring out of Tianmen, behind her were people who were at a loss.Her companion yelled: "Sister Wei, if you can't support it, you should withdraw! There are too many, you can't hold it!"

The swordsman squinted at Tianyin being cut into pieces with a single knife, revealing the weird structure inside. Looking at the somewhat damaged blade, he said calmly: "The name of my sword is given by Master, it is called 'Slaying Demon', this sword With it in hand, I will definitely live up to the righteousness of this sword."

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

The huge white wall shattered, and the guard disciples fled in all directions as soon as they saw the crack open.

They retreated all the way, so that there was no way to retreat, and they could only despair: "How is it possible, our Lingbi Sect also has this kind of thing... Isn't it said that only places where spiritual energy gathers..."

They watched a beam of light shoot towards them from the claws of the scorpion-like thing, and closed their eyes in despair.

But the expected death did not come, a man in a brown robe stood in front of them, but Scorpion was crushed by something like a huge pine cone.

The man looked into the distance and sighed: "After so many years, Lingbi Gate really isn't what it used to be."

The Lingbi Sect disciple trembled and asked, "Who is Senior?"

The man was not annoyed by his offense, but smiled gently: "Demon cultivator Duan Baiqiu."

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

In the medicine valley full of spiritual herbs, the beautiful Da Neng looked at the people taking refuge in the medicine valley from afar, full of impatience.He brewed a pot of tea lazily and let the tea water be covered with small flowers.

However, at this moment, the Stone of Sword Suppressing in the distance trembled, as if something was about to come out from under the spring.

The long-awaited day came suddenly, but he was a little dazed and forgot to move for a long time.

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

Liangyi Palace closed the palace gate tightly, and the sword light briefly lit up in front of their window. Her disciple sighed: "It seems to be a ghost swordsman...? That's too strange..."

The proud and glamorous Grandmaster slowly shook her head, that was a rare look of loneliness on her body, and there were tears in her eyes.

"He is back."

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

No one could have imagined that the small village without any major sects nearby would establish a line of defense against the Tianmen monsters, and no one would have imagined that the person who organized this line of defense was just a casual cultivator.

However, at this time, a man in a brocade robe and jade belt broke into the small village, and arrogantly said to the person in charge: "I order you to follow me and leave here!"

The person in charge usually had a smile on his face, but when he faced this person, he didn't smile at all: "...Why?"

The man in the brocade robe and jade belt proudly said: "Just because I am a disciple of the Yunfu Sect, because I am stronger than you... Ying Juexiao, just because you were my fellow sect, my fellow sect shouldn't die of stupidity!"

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

The purple-clothed woman stood on the height of the clouds, sighed and said, "Send a group of people to go to the Nether Realm of Absolute Beginning immediately."

Her disciple was surprised: "Didn't we Yunfu never interfere in those places of the Demon Sect?"

"There is no way not to interfere," the woman's feather fan fell into her hand, "That is our disciple of Yunfu."

"...But the sect master, what should we do within Yunfu?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, but she laughed: "Could it be that you think I can't keep it?"

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

Above the stump, a woman walks quietly, holding a magnolia branch in her hand.

"Miss Fang, please save me!" the cultivator struggled among his stumped limbs.

"Please," the girl who was carrying the future of sect revitalization leaned down with a smile, "I told you, those who look down on Liuren Academy will cry for Liuren Academy one day."

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

The new person in charge of Bitao Academy raised his head from among the mountains of files, looked at the sky in the distance, and sighed: "Brother, I can't help you this time. Embroider a sachet to pray for you." , I really can’t get away now—I’ll make up for it when you come back from victory.”

Two sword lights streaked across the sky of the Consonance Realm.

The woman holds a white silk umbrella and looks into the distance, holds the white jade in her hand, and sighs faintly.

"Master, tell me...why do some people really prefer to be played by fate?"

The remnant soul stepped on Mu Xinghe's palm.

He had almost lost his patience, and said coldly, "What's the point of doing this for an ant?"

But he didn't expect that young man to raise his head suddenly, his eyes were so bright, burning with a flame that would never be extinguished.

"Of course it's because - we don't have to be ants!"

He was almost burned by that young man's gaze, but just as Mu Xinghe finished speaking, a strong wind came from under their feet!

The last thing he saw was the young man's smug smile, showing his sharp canine teeth, looking extremely sly.

I don't know how long the strong wind has been brewing. Once it is stimulated, only the screaming wind can be heard in all directions, blowing away the clouds and rain together, and then the night returns.

In the slowly brightening stars, Mu Xinghe slowly stood up.

"Don't try to stop the boss..." He raised his eyes, his face was embarrassed, but there was a bloodthirsty luster in his eyes, "I'm still alive."

He used many methods to confuse the remnant soul, making him think that he had no resistance, and he also used many methods to mobilize his true energy to activate a mixed spell in a desperate situation.

Even Mu Xinghe was actually not very happy about the fact that he was just a low-level creation of others.

But he also quickly understood that it was nothing.

His own existence is not false, he has a reality that he can confirm.

Well, if he is still alive, he can still create value.Although the rules are a prison, it is a net that binds him, but it is also a ruthless and fair "Tao". He still has unlimited possibilities within the rules, to create his own way, to loosen his shackles bit by bit .

He believed in his own efforts and believed in the hope of the future.

He never planned to give up from the beginning to the end, because he survived and wanted many people to survive.

Efforts are meaningful. Efforts give value to life and time. As long as you are alive, even if there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine abysses leading to despair, you can dig out the only one that leads to hope.

It was a bit difficult for him to stand up, but it didn't prevent him from standing straight.

The remnant soul was injured by the force of backlash, staggered back a step, and said with a sneer: "With your current ability, you can't summon other spells, how can you hurt me?"

Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I didn't say - I must beat you with magic."

Beside him, the red-haired man raised a wine gourd——

The sky was gloomy, and the man's red hair shot up to the sky. Although he had no eyebrows, he couldn't hide the madness in his eyes. He just stood there, dragging a long shadow, and the sharp teeth of the wine gourd behind him were jagged.

His clothes are simple, only the ghostly shoulder armor on his shoulders has a hideous appearance, but standing there, he has an unspeakable aura!

——This is Oeyama Ghost King, Shuten-douji!

Even the remnant souls sensed danger from him, waved his black sleeves, and the bones that came from nowhere condensed into a barrier, blocking in front of him, and the wandering souls rushed straight at Shuten-douji!

Although Shuten-douji was full of madness in the battle just now, he was also very weak due to his injuries, and it was difficult to resist any blow!

However, they saw Jian Yu.

The sword energy is like rain.

Every sword qi is so sharp and accurate, and the timing and angle are so impeccable, causing the black soul shadows to be chopped off one after another.

The swordsman in the blue shirt walked leisurely after the sword energy fell.He slightly nodded towards Mu Xinghe: "Xinghe."

They also saw the sword light.

That sword was too fast, and only the flash of lightning could be seen at the moment when it was lit.

That sword was too sharp, and the bones shattered under that sword.

And that sword naturally returned to the peak, and the person holding the sword naturally stood in front of Mu Xinghe.Black clothes, black hair, clear eyebrows.

"He, this time, I'm not late, am I?"

Mu Xinghe smiled: "It's never too late."

When the sword rain fell, the ghost king raised his hand to drink, and boundless demon power burst out from his body!

His original state of almost disappearing suddenly stabilized, and not long after, the ghost king's wine gourd was pointing at the remnant soul!

The remnant soul still has the strength to use the dead soul to bind Shuten-douji, but all the ghosts are scattered around Shuten-douji!

Today's Shuten is no longer the original Shuten!

After he drinks heavily, he will enter the ghost king state, isolating all control effects, and then, it will be his hearty output round!

The monster power accumulated by the ghost king for a long time has been sprayed towards the remnant soul!

Shuten-douji is a shikigami that is often underestimated. He is slow to develop and the effect is not gorgeous enough, so that even the remnants of Shuten-douji do not take him seriously.

However, once Shuten-douji has a proper environment and accumulates enough madness, no one can survive under his demon power!

That is the power of the Dajiangshan Ghost King!

Madness and demonic power are eroding this area, and no one can stop it!

The night invaded the sky inch by inch.

Master led the fleeing disciples along the way.

Tu'er looked at the pillar of air in the distance, and asked curiously, "What's that over there?"

The master sighed: "Over there is the realm of the underworld in the early days, and there are powerful fighting skills."

Seeing the collision of forces causing the sky to change constantly, the apprentice looked yearning: "Will Master fight like this? Will I do the same?"

Master didn't answer, looked at the sky in the distance, stopped suddenly, and murmured: "...It's over."

Because he vaguely saw a sword light.After the sword light fell, thousands of stars were like rain.

The bright light of that sword lit up Mu Xinghe's eyes.

He has seen that sword.

Back then, it was under the halo of his shikigami that Shen Xiu used such extreme swordsmanship.

Now, without him and without shikigami, Shen Xiu also realized that shikigami.

At the beginning, he witnessed Shen Xiu's ultimate sword intent, and now he has witnessed Shen Xiu's progress, and they will always move forward, for a better future and a better self.

Many people saw this sword light.

The piercing sword energy came across the mountains and seas, and the breath of cutting down everything made the swords of the swordsmen tremble.

Such sword intent.The world is frozen, the mountains and rivers are forever silent, and the snow is gone, and the spring breeze is coming.

In the whole world, there are countless swordsmen, but at this moment, they only think of one person.

Lord Linyuan, Shen Xiu.

No swordsman will forget this sword.

Even if they are not swordsmen, no one will not be shocked by such power.

In this chaotic night where the night eroded the sky and the stars fell, that sword light illuminated the long night.

The night fell like rain.

Zhong Zijin raised his sword and was about to walk towards Shen Xiu, but Wen Xingze held him back. Wen Xingze smiled with his index finger on his lips.

"Not urgent."

Mu Xinghe stumbled and ran towards Shen Xiu. Shen Xiu was still looking at the sword thoughtfully, but when he saw him coming, he put away the sword and first supported him.

Mu Xinghe is now covered in injuries, and may be about to fall in a second, but his tone is extremely excited: "Boss, are you okay? But I don't care if you have it, as you said, after this battle we will Go home and get married."

Shen Xiu's original exhaustion and worry turned into helplessness the moment he heard his words, he was silent for a moment, and said: "...I didn't say it."

Then Shen Xiu stared at him, with a slight warmth in his eyes.

"Thank you. I'm back."

Beside Mu Xinghe, because his zhenqi was constantly fluctuating and the stars kept falling and rising, among the thousands of stars, the gentle clear light illuminated his young and handsome outline, as well as his exceptionally bright eyes.

Mu Xinghe only had Shen Xiu in his eyes, he didn't want to lose to fatigue and pain, and he didn't want this person to disappear from his sight, so he had to divert his attention by talking: "I don't care, you have to come back to Yunfu with me, and then I will give you Look at my jujube tree and another jujube tree. I have many places to tell you about in Yunfu, and then we will play the game of brother love, and when Yunfu is tired, we will go back to the realm of the beginning of time. I will go Make Linyuan Lord Dangdang, ah, what do you and I want to call, and then they all call me Junshang, cool, ask Tianzhen to pretend to be a child, they will call him Young Master, respect Brother Tianzhen, boss you Why don't you call me now, Your Majesty—"

Shen Xiu couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted him: "Shut up."

Recently, Mu Xinghe seldom saw such a serious moment as Shen Xiu, so he obediently kept silent.

After a while of Mu Xinghe's passive silence and heartbeat, Mu Xinghe finally found his own reaction.

He made a declaration to Shen Xiu: "I can keep my mouth shut for the rest of my life!"

Shen Xiu sighed again.

"...close your eyes."

Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu walked slowly in the starry sky world that was connected to the earth that day, and countless stars fell around them.

It's March in Yangchun, the handle of the bucket is facing east, and spring is everywhere in the world.

They will return to Yunfu.

That's where they belong.

If you ride a horse to look at the flowers and go back, what you see when you go back is the midsummer with clouds, floating cicadas and flowing water.

When they returned, some disciples also left the mountain gate and began their long experience.

After the chaos, there will still be those who come and those who will go on the Avenue of Longevity. They will meet many, many people and create many, many possibilities.

As time goes by, mountains and rivers are far and wide.

The author has something to say:

This road is really long.

I never imagined writing an essay that long, nor did I imagine this essay would be that long.What I wanted to write at first was not about cultivating with the Onmyoji system, because I hadn’t read any cultivation texts before, and I was not very interested in it, but when I was addicted to Onmyoji, at a certain time when I was half asleep and half awake, I dreamed I thought I was calculating the continuation of the will-o’-the-wisps in the real world, and I woke up suddenly. I felt that the feeling of projecting the Onmyoji system into reality was very wonderful, and I thought "this is it", so I suddenly got up and wrote the beginning.Thinking about it this way, it's really a wonderful fate.

It was very difficult to write at first, because I hadn't written for a long time, and I felt very awkward in terms of words and sentences. It took me a while to find the feeling.At first, I forced myself to write it, because my mental state was very bad at that time, and I felt that I couldn’t go on like this anymore, and I had to do something to prove my existence.

So I went to write novels.

That is something that no one can replace me, because no one can write the world I imagined.

The role of Mu Xinghe is the role I expected. It is true that he has many bad things, many things that are not human and difficult to be understood by others, but he is always full of pursuit and exploration, and he is always free and selfish. He will hesitate and never give up, he will definitely fight for what he wants, I hope to get some strength from him.

But no matter what kind of person it is, it will not be smooth sailing in this story.I think the meaning of Shuangwen is not that everything can be obtained, but that you have lost and worked hard, after struggling and making efforts, you can become stronger, and finally you can get what you want, and walk to the future you expect through your legs.

Mu Xinghe and many other characters have also experienced different pains, but pain is always good, because they can't be satisfied with their current selves, so they feel pain, and they struggle hard to find a way to break the situation.Only after enduring the pain and tearing up the old body, can they walk to another world with a new attitude.

In my heart, cultivation is a very personal matter, as is growth. The relationship between organization and people is not obvious in this story, and the role of "identity" is infinitely weakened. Their adventures are often only themselves and a few friends, because many times whether it is Identity or social relationship can only be relied on but not relied on, because I believe that longevity is lonely, and the problem that human beings always have to solve is how to get along with themselves and how to find strength in the deep inner world.

On the road of longevity that they are constantly seeking, they have always relied on themselves along the way.Whether it is the devil king or the Taoist king, the great thing about them is that they can step up step by step with their own strength, not because of who they are, how powerful their identities are, and in their future, they will only rely on their strength. With his own strength, he continued to walk through the sea of ​​blood and thorns.

It has been a long time since I wrote this novel, and my life has undergone earth-shaking changes. I dare not say whether it will be better or worse in the future. At least I have the strength to move forward, and I am very happy.

I think I am very happy.

No matter from which point of view this article is, it is a street article that should not be persisted in writing.However, it's just such street writing, and you can still see you now.very lucky.Jinjiang is very big, and there are many, many articles. This article is like an inconspicuous star in the vast sea of ​​stars. There is no route to get here, so I have to grow some flowers and grass for my own entertainment. I am very glad that you found this planet, or watered it easily, or left some words, so this star also became alive.

I leave you to witness the best flower bloom in this humble land.

Writing is very lonely, it’s easy to feel lonely, and it’s easy to break down, so I’m especially grateful to the treasures who often leave messages, especially the little angels who didn’t fatten up and chase the text all the way. If it weren’t for you, I might disappear halfway Yes, because codewords really need love. It is your messages that support me and make me look forward to completing this story.

This story is really long, and I am afraid that everyone and I will feel tired.There are many unsatisfactory things, places where I feel that I have not written well, many difficulties, and many times when I want to give up, but fortunately there are you.

You give me strength.

When it was conceived, it was the second hand to swallow the rain and fire, and the strongest control was first revealed. When it was published, it was the snow girl Prajna pushing and pulling and sweeping, and the clam spirit walked on the stage at a medium speed. The first move is strong, and the meat team is reborn.

When it was published, it was the early summer season when the grass was dying and the grasshoppers were singing. When it was over, the wild geese went south and the thunder stopped.

From Mu Xinghe to Yunfu, and then back to Yunfu from Mu Xinghe.

Although many people have disappeared, and there are very few people who read the article at the end of the end, I am still very grateful to everyone for patiently reading such a long story, and thank you for watching Mu Xinghe from an unfinished boy to Today's appearance, thanks to Mu Xinghe's growth and your response, thank you for witnessing the pain and growth of those children.

The road is long and long.Let's work together in a different world.Love you guys!

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