Cultivation

"The half-demon appears in the world, and the demon is reborn... People and demons are mostly incapable of giving birth together, and it is extremely difficult to conceive, but this one in my stomach is not rare. Why do you think that the prophecy of the master will definitely fall on me?" What about her body?" Mingying's tone was calm, but her eyes showed a bit of cruelty: "It's easy for a demon to give birth to a human child, but it's very easy to give birth to a demon fetus. In order to give birth to this child safely, we will I have entered the magic way and there is no way to retreat, I beg my brother to help me."

"You, you're crazy!" Wu Jiuzi was so angry that she could barely speak: "You have entered a demonic way and gave birth to a demon fetus, and when you give birth, you will definitely attract nine days of thunder..."

"That's why I'm here to ask my senior brother." Mingying's eyes fell on the tattered Wuxinguan, and her tone was lightly taken for granted: "In the world, except for senior brother, no one can create a formation that can withstand thunder. This Golden Bell Glazed Formation is really well done, senior brother, we are in the same sect, you won’t die without saving us, will you?”

Taking advantage of her distraction, Wu Jiuzi slapped his hand on the ground, a burst of energy sank into the ground, and the ground shook, surrounding Ming Ying, four stone pillars broke through the ground, and the golden light of the charms on the stone pillars flowed, spreading out a light net , the light net cut off the red whip tied around Zhang Linggu's neck.

As soon as Zhang Linggu's neck loosened, he coughed uncomfortably.

The red whip in Ming Ying's hand was drawn towards the light net, but was blocked by the light net. She snorted coldly, a black mist emerged from her sleeve, and the black mist hit the light net. When I went back.

"Brother, you are going to kill them all." Mingying's body was covered with black mist, and the golden light flowed on the stone pillars, and the light network was finely connected into a screen, tightly locking the black mist inside.

The thicker the fog, the stronger the golden light, and the spells on the two-phase fighting stone pillars faintly gained the upper hand.

"Even if you were struck to death by the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, it is not enough to comfort those innocent people who died because of you. Because of you, the ice and snow on Qianshan Mountains do not melt all the year round, and the sea of ​​stardust is rotten because of you. You still have the face to call me Senior Brother. What kind of friendship do you want to talk about with me?" Wu Jiuzi looked at the thicker and thicker black mist inside the stone pillar: "You just laughed at my heart being eaten by a dog, but what about your heart? What ate it? "

Although Zhang Linggu didn't quite understand what he heard, he could also smell a bloody past.

"I ate it myself, and it still tastes sweet and sour." Ming Ying's voice came from the black mist: "I killed all the way from the demon world and accidentally opened a way, how many people just want to kill my child to win the championship?" The demon king's monsters followed, and I used formations to hold down the bottom temporarily, but I was about to give birth, and my formations would be useless when I saw the blood, and the world would be chaotic if the monsters came out. The most soft-hearted, it can be seen that this life is in jeopardy?"

Wu Jiuzi glanced down the mountain, he knew that Mingying wasn't bluffing, as the thick mist below was full of evil spirits, he frowned and pondered for a moment, reached out his hand to find a ball of light from his sleeve, held it tightly in his hand With a hesitant face, he finally let go of his hand with a faint sigh, and the ball of light flew into the sky, and soon disappeared.

He stretched out his hand to support Zhang Linggu, and said to Zhang Linggu in a gentle tone: "Go back to the Taoist temple, close the door, and don't come out no matter what happens."

Zhang Linggu's nose was sore for no reason, and he called hoarsely: "Master..."

Wu Jiuzi smiled, turned around and drew an arc in the air with the sword in his hand, and flew towards the village down the mountain with a sharp sword aura.

The thick fog covering the village was forced to spread to both sides by Wu Jiuzi's sword energy, billowing like flowing clouds, revealing innumerable shadows of monsters of different shapes in the village, one of them jumped up and rolled towards the village. Wu Jiuzi, Wu Jiuzi slashed across with his sword... Thick fog came over and completely covered the village, two arcs of light flashed vaguely, but nothing could be seen clearly.

"Master!" Zhang Linggu panicked in his heart, he jumped on the edge of the cliff and shouted, his voice was blown out by the mountain wind, but no one answered him.

Lao Ba, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, suddenly flew up, his body grew violently and his wings spread more than a foot wide.

At this moment, the four stone pillars suddenly broke together, and Ming Ying rushed out wrapped in a layer of black mist. Just as Lao Ba smashed her head into the Taoist gate, she grabbed Zhang Linggu's feet, instead of going Backed away, and sent a hand forward, the whole person followed into the Wuxin meditation.

"Thank you for opening the door for me." After entering the Taoist temple, Ming Ying let go of Zhang Linggu, glanced at the small and dilapidated Taoist temple, and said with undisguised dislike, "Senior brother, have you lived here all these years?"

Zhang Linggu shouted to her angrily: "Get out!"

"I have worked so hard to get in, how can I get out so easily? I just borrow a place to give birth, and I will leave when I give birth." Mingying said and looked back at Zhang Linggu: "I don't know why senior brother After retreating thousands of miles, I don’t know why senior brother doesn’t teach you Taoism, but there are some things you should know as senior brother’s disciple.”

She stretched out her hand and brushed the broken hair on her temples coquettishly: "Your teacher is Ziwei Xinghuo Wujiuzi Taoist priest. Ziwei Xinghuo used to be one of the twelve sects of the three palaces and six sects in the world of cultivating immortals. He is a well-known cultivator. Great sect, although there are not many disciples in my sect, it is possible that those who have graduated from the sect are all figures who can make waves in the world of cultivating immortals..."

Zhang Linggu looked at the gate of the Taoist temple worriedly, not in the mood to listen to what Ming Ying said.

"Cultivating immortals pays attention to enlightenment. What I understand is to stick to my heart. My heart is that I fell in love with a monster. What's wrong with me? What's wrong is that those who think they are superior always think that monsters are inferior. Falling in love with monsters It is heinous." Ming Ying lowered her eyes, her face was a little tired: "My husband died in a catastrophe, the monster clan has always been the king of the strong, and those monsters who want to aspire to the throne want to kill me one by one. I used the bones of the child in my womb to pave the way to the throne, and in order to save my child’s life, I had no choice but to ask for the protection of my senior brother. I am just like all ordinary parents in the world, and I only hope that my child can survive.”

When Zhang Linggu was a child, he was taken away by his parents to change children, and he had the most indifferent view of family affection. No flesh and blood relative is worth a bowl of broth when he is hungry and cold. Hearing what Ming Ying said, he was not taken Touched, she looked at Ming Ying with half-belief, not sure if Ming Ying was trying to lie to him again.

After waiting for a while but not getting the reaction she wanted, Mingying sighed again, turning her right hand to the sky to transform into a sword. , every joint is clearly broken: "I have no way out in this life, only a thin bond of fellow-clan, I will give you a meeting gift as an uncle."

After she finished speaking, she pushed her hand forward, and the sword flew vertically towards Zhang Linggu.

Zhang Linggu took half a step back but didn't dodge it. The sword hit him directly, and a strange feeling ran through his whole body, as if there was an extra thing, but that thing was neither painful nor itchy, it just made people feel the pain in his chest. Feeling bored for a while.

A string of runes that Ming Ying wrote out of thin air followed and bumped into Zhang Linggu's body with the sword and the runes.

Zhang Linggu only felt a heart-warming coolness spread from his chest and abdomen to his whole body. His whole body seemed to be placed in icy water. The bone-piercing chill made him feel that his breathing was frozen, and even his inhalation felt sharp. pain.

Ming Ying stretched out her hands to clasp the veins of Zhang Linggu's hands, a warm inner breath flowed from her fingertips, and the moist things flowed silently through Zhang Linggu's limbs and bones, making him feel like he was in an ice cave. The feeling dissipated without a trace.

Ming Ying let go of her hand, turned her head and looked outside the gate.

A strange wind blew up outside the gate at some point, and the wind swept away sand and rocks, and it was dark, but there was no wind at all inside the gate, as if there was an invisible wall protecting the Taoist temple, but there were two worlds separated by one wall.

Ming Ying closed the door and walked to Zhang Linggu's room which was relatively clean: "No matter what happens, no matter who comes, you must never open the door."

A piece of yellow sand was blown up by the wind outside the Taoist temple. Zhang Linggu picked up the fainted old eight from the ground. He was powerless to help the master, and he also had no way to drive away this master uncle who had a change of mind. The feeling of powerlessness made him feel deeply He hated himself deeply.

The wind blew more and more violently, gathering the surrounding clouds to the sky above the Taoist temple. The clouds moved with the wind, forming a huge vortex in the air. The thick clouds overwhelmed the light of the sky. hit it down.

Zhang Linggu was startled by the thunder, he rushed into the hall with Lao Ba in his arms, the statue in the center remained motionless, looking down at the panic-stricken boy.

The thunder was very low, as if it could smash a hole in the roof at any time, Zhang Linggu was a little at a loss as he hugged Lao Ba, Mingying's suppressed groaning came along with the thunder, from the first forbearance to the last hoarseness , so terribly as if experiencing Ling Chi.

Zhang Linggu looked at the statue, and the smile on the corner of the statue's mouth was not compassion but sarcasm. Whose safety can the god made of bamboo and clay keep?

What the world worships is nothing more than a little thought in the heart that cannot be realized.

Outside, thunder and lightning fell and heavy rain poured down. The small Taoist temple seemed to be protected by an upside-down bowl, keeping the raging wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside. The lightning followed the invisible cover like silver electric snakes. Suddenly, the scorching light made it almost impossible to open your eyes.

At this juncture where every day is not working and the earth is not responding, Zhang Linggu was blown out by the deafening thunder, and he went to the kitchen to hold the hatchet in his hand. Walking into the courtyard with a hatchet in hand, the young man's childish face seemed to kill him under the electric light.

Ming Ying's cry in the room was as shrill as a devil's cry, Zhang Linggu turned his head to look at the closed door, he remembered that Ming Ying said that once she saw blood in labor, the magic circle she set up at the foot of the mountain would be invalid, so it was evident that it was her At the weakest time.