Devil's Valley, covered with poisonous grass, and the soil is purple and black.

In the valley, the space is vast, and through the dense poisonous mist and the devil's malaria, you can see the boiling black pools. Ordinary monks, if they fall into the pool, they will instantly become bones.

Extremely dangerous.

Mu Lingxi walked into the valley with a space bag.

"Oh!"

The poison mist rolled up, black and squeezed, like a wave of ink, rushing to the top of her head.

In the poisonous fog, a thick black python with seven large wings grows to cover the sky.

"Wow!"

The black python flew down, his body became smaller, and stood in front of Mu Lingxi.

It looks like a four or five year old child.

The devil was bare with feet, his face was covered with magic patterns, his pupils were evil, and two rows of sharp teeth were exposed, complaining: "Starved to death, starved to death, sent a group of holy creatures to come and let me eat."

"We have already said that we will not eat flesh and blood in the future, why have you forgotten again?"

Mu Lingxi knocked on his smooth head.

"Don't forget! But it's always okay to eat a few cravings occasionally?"

The demon eye fast, grabbed a space cloth bag that Mu Lingxi tied around his waist, opened it, and immediately frowned, and his face was disgusted, and said: "Why is Cuilan fruit again?"

With that said, he had sat down on the ground, felt out the emerald-like crystal fruits, and stuffed them in his mouth.

"Oh! Ow!"

One bite at a time.

No spitting nuclear.

"These green olives are all tributes from monks with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles. When you get the outside world, you can sell one for an expensive price. Do you still choose three or four?"

Mu Lingxi sat next to him, his hands on his knees, gazing at the sky.

"What price can I sell, how much holy stone? Is it auctioned in the auction house? Or is it sold in the magnificent ancient city you said?" Mobi asked curiously and excitedly.

Mu Lingxi said: "Although Cuilan fruit has a strong alchemy value, but it is not particularly rare and cannot enter the auction."

"Tell me about the outside world again. I want to listen to the story of the Dragon Clan and the legend of the sword god. The things in the heavens are also very interesting."

Luo Zuyun Mountain is almost isolated from the world. Heirs like Gu Shejing were born only once every ten years.

Although the demon is the mount of the Ryu God, it has never left the Luo Zuyun mountain boundary, and even rarely left this valley. Therefore, he is curious about the outside world.

His cognition of the outside world is through Mu Lingxi's narration. Naturally, he feels extremely new. He listens to it with relish every time and is fascinated.

"Forget it today!"

Mu Lingxi was not interested, and there was no smile on her face.

Where did Moyu know what to say and look at, and asked, "Why? Just tell a story."

"It's been a thousand years since I came to the world of hell!" Mu Ling said suddenly.

"One thousand years? What happened to one thousand years? One thousand years is short-lived. I have been in this valley for tens of thousands of years." The devil continued to eat fruit, looking careless.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Yes! I never asked you. According to what you said, Heaven and Hell are opposed to each other, either you died or I died. You a monk in heaven, what are you doing in Hell? ? "

"Find someone!"

"did you find it?"

Mu Lingxi was silent for a long time, nibbling his red lips, shaking his head, his eyes showing a painful and cold look, his voice quietly said: "He had been killed a thousand years ago!"

The devil nodded and said, "It's been killed, that's fine, it's fine ... No, I don't mean that. I mean, who was killed, do you want me to avenge you? I'm so cruel! "

His childish face squeezed out fiercely, glaring his teeth.

Mu Ling said nothing, shaking her head gently.

"Oh! The things we discussed a few days ago can be put on the agenda!"

"We will sneak out together, and I will avenge you. If you take me to play, you must go to the heavenly court, and you have to go to the Kunlun world. I have to swim in Tianhe, you said."

Mu Lingxi's heart was very painful, his eyes were red, and he said: "My enemy is extremely powerful, and it is the **** of cultivation of Megatron Hell, you are not its opponent."

"It's okay! It's not an opponent now, and there may not be a chance in the future." Mo Yao's eyes were round and fearless.

Mu Lingxi shook his head again and said, "Even in the future, if you have the cultivation behavior against the **** of cultivation, the master will not let you shoot. How can the gods of **** world kill the gods of **** world?"

Thousands of years ago, she learned that Zhang Ruochen's death in the hands of Xiuchen Tianshen was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the whole person almost collapsed.

Xiuchen Tianshen is one of the top gods between heaven and earth, famous in the world of hell.

Taking her cultivation as an example, in front of the terrifying and powerful man like Xiuchen Tianshen, even ants are not counted. To revenge is undoubtedly delusional.

Mu Lingxi has already abandoned the family in Kunlun Realm. In her heart, there is a place where there is Zhang Ruochen.

However, the fall of Zhang Ruochen was like the collapse of her belief, as if she had lost everything at once, and she couldn't think of what to do next?

Cultivation has become meaningless.

Just when she was going to die, Luo Zuyun, the master of the Yunshan Realm, took the Demon God of Protection Realm and visited the Daluo Shrine in Tianluo Kingdom.

At an accidental moment, that Zunxiu, who was a powerful demon guardian, suddenly secretly transmitted a message to her, hoping to get her help.

Mu Lingxi thought that he had heard it wrong. How could he be a holy monk?

Mu Lingxi asked many times, but failed to get a response from the demon **** of protection.

Later, she checked the books.

Finally, I knew the identity of the demon **** of protection.

Therefore, Mu Lingxi guessed that the demon of the protection world must not be dead, and his thinking and perception must have been preserved. However, this trace of thinking is very weak, and only occasionally sober.

More often than not, the situation is muddled.

Later, it also confirmed that her guess was correct.

At that time, Mu Lingxi, who had lost all hope, suddenly saw hope again.

Hope for revenge!

If you can completely awaken Chi Xingtian and take his powerful cultivation practice, you may not be able to kill Xiuchen God.

Therefore, Mu Lingxi dedicated the only piece of "Devil Stone Carving" on his body to his grandmother in exchange for his status as a disciple of Luo Zuyun Mountain.

If there is no hope of revenge, what is the point of living?

A person doesn't even care about life and death, how can he still care about a stone carving?

There is wind in the valley.

The wind was harsh like a sword.

Mo Di said: "Who did you want to come to hell?

"Should you tell me your story with him?"

Mu Lingxi took out a green olive and paid a bite, saying, "Our story is very long, and we can't finish it for three days and three nights."

"Hey! I also like to listen to long stories. Tell me, tell me, please beg you?" Mobi can't see the bitterness in Mu Lingxi's face and the love in his eyes.

The emotion in her phoenix eyes gradually dissipated and became calm, saying: "This has to start from the Kunlun world."

"There is an ancient religion in the Kunlun world called the Moon worship. The religion wants to expand its power and enter the eastern region, but it is restricted by the court and the Wushi Academy."

"So, a saint was dispatched, lurking in the Wushi Academy of Art, and was renamed Duan Juxingling. That saint, naturally is me."

Devil was very interested and asked, "Is the status of the Holy Girl very high? Just like the Tiangemu of Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm?"

Mu Lingxi shook his head with a smile and said, "It's incomparable compared with the Tiangemu, the goddess of the gods, but it is only the chess piece of the leader, and may even become a tool for buying people's hearts. Don't interrupt, listen to me Keep talking. "

"The Wushi Academy is so smart that it is absolutely not possible to dive directly into it. Therefore, the place where Duan Juxingling first worshipped was a remote academy. There, it is located in Tianmo Ridge."

"There are 36 counties around Tianmo Ridge. The person I was looking for was the nine princes of Yunwu County, one of the 36 counties. Speaking of which, I am still his sister."

Devil was more interested and cheered: "The story of the prince and the virgin?"

"Sister and brother story?"

"Does Tianmo Ridge have anything to do with Tianmo? Isn't Tianmo Rock Carving discovered at Tianmo Ridge?"

"I told you not to interrupt, why do you have so many questions? I won't talk about it!" Mu Lingxi said a little angry.

Mo Di said: "You speak, you speak, you continue to speak, I will not say, do not ask! I eat fruit! Is it not enough to eat fruit?"

Next, Mu Lingxi talked about a lot of Devil Ridge, and talked about many brothers and sisters.

Not only is it telling a story, but also like recalling the past, the emotions and emotions are fully invested.

Unconsciously, most of the day has passed.

However, it was only when he talked about the underwater dragon palace in Tongming River, and a voice sounded in his ear: "Lingxi, come to Yunli Temple to see me."

Mu Lingxi's two eyebrows as long as the willow leaves gently flicked.

"Go on, why did you stop? Is there a dragon in the Dragon Palace?" Devil asked with a small hand on his chin, his eyes focused and anxious.

"Master sent me a voice, let me go to the temple to see her. I will talk about it next time, remember, all the green olives must be eaten."

Mu Lingxi put down the other space bags and walked out of the valley.

"Alu villain, why did you want to see Mumu at this time? Isn't this about dying me!" The devil sat down and stood up again, pacing back and forth in the valley, where is there any mood to eat green olive?

The fruit has no taste at all.

Many gods will forge the temple.

The shrine is not only the residence of residence and cultivation, but also a weapon of defense and attack. In order to avoid being attacked or disturbed when you retreat.

But ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ These temples are not real temples.

The real temple must have the ability to gather the rules of the Profound Truth and the Word.

For example, no monk can master more than one-tenth of the truth, but the Temple of Truth can do it.

This is the real temple!

The temple of Gushe Yunliu is located at the bottom of the Nine Demon Caves. It is dark and dark, in a place where the light cannot reach.

When Zhang Ruochen walked into the temple, he sensed that the rules of the magic path here are extremely dense, the rules of darkness and the rules of death are crisscrossed, and the rules of heaven and earth are swallowed.

It can be seen here that in the shrine of Gu Shejing's mother, there must be a lot of mystery gathered.

It ’s a mystery, to bring these rules together here.

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