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Volume 1 In the Human World Chapter 77 Love is hard to distinguish between true and false thoughts

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    In the deathly silence, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a blue face sitting at the main seat picked up the tea cup and took a sip.  Probably because the tea did not suit his taste, the middle-aged man frowned slightly.  After placing the tea cup on the table, he stood up and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

    With eyes closed, he stood by the window and took a deep breath of the rich evil spirit in the dark night.  A look of joy appeared on his blue face.

    Opening his eyes, he glanced at the dark clouds formed by the condensed black demonic energy that blocked the sunlight.  The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the Imperial Master Yuan Yangzi who was following him respectfully with his head lowered. He nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Well done!"

    Hearing this, Yuan Yangzi was immediately flattered. He quickly raised his hands and saluted, "I don't dare to take credit. It's all under the command of my master!"

    The dark clouds in the sky are all composed of the demon energy condensed from the Ten Thousand Demon Array.  Now, evil spirit rises into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.  All the light of justice in the world is prohibited.

    Now, the entire Qinghua County has been arranged into a huge formation.

    Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

    "As soon as the demon king arrives, he can use the blood essence and blood of tens of thousands of people in Qinghua County to open the door to the demon world.

    Yuan Yangzi believes that by then, the entire world will fall into the control of the Demon King.

    And because of his merits in taking over, he will also become the confidant of the Demon Lord.

    When the time comes, prosperity, wealth, elixirs, and cauldrons of blessed land will come rolling in.

    For Yuan Yangzi, who has been stuck at a bottleneck for nearly a hundred years, what could be more exciting than breaking through the current realm.

    At this time, when he heard that Mrs. Qin was very satisfied with what he had done, Yuan Yangzi felt as if he had taken a big tonic, and his whole body felt clear and comfortable.

    Seeing that Yuan Yangzi was still humble and respectful, the Demon King nodded in appreciation.

    After giving him an appreciative look, he waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's your credit, it's your credit. Am I the kind of person who covets the glory of his subordinates?"

    Seeing that Yuan Yangzi was panicking, the envoy waved his hands and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this time when the Demon King comes, I will definitely say a few good words for you!"

    Yuan Yangzi was immediately ecstatic. He took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, bowed to the end, and said with tears of gratitude: "The kindness of the adults will be unforgettable by the little ones!"

    When the envoy heard this, he was very happy. He put his hands behind his back, raised his head and laughed.

    Behind him, Yuan Yangzi smiled apologetically.  Something suddenly occurred to me.

    After hesitating for a moment, he still frowned and said: "Sir, I still have something to report!"

    After hearing the words, the envoy did not turn around. He still raised his head and looked at the increasingly dense and dark demonic energy in the sky. He sneered and said, "You mean, those people from Yan Chixia?"

    Yuan Yangzi was stunned for a moment and said in surprise: "How did your Excellency know?"

    How to know?

    Hearing this, he turned his back to Yuan Yangzi's personal envoy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

    That night, that sword light was extremely coquettish.  And his tragic experience of running away was displayed before his eyes like a movie scene.

    Thinking of that scholar, with his clothes flying like a coquettish figure, the blood in his chest surged, and the corners of his mouth twitched on his green face.

    ¡°Hmph, how could I forget?


    In the barrier, Yang Fengnian seemed to have long forgotten that he had accidentally killed the head of the Demon Lord's envoy before.

    At this time, he was standing by the clear stream with his hands behind his back, looking deeply into the distance.

    However, the bright color that flickered in his eyes from time to time showed that the deepness on his face at this time was all fake.

    Because, beside her, Yan Chixia was rubbing her chin, her eyes full of curiosity and shock, circling Yang Fengnian, looking up and down, marveling.

    "This kind of golden elixir is really something I have never seen before!"

    Yan Chixia rubbed her chin, feeling the amazing aura exuding from Yang Fengnian, and exclaimed: "Although Feng Nian has just formed the golden elixir, judging from the light aura, you are already a master who is not weaker than the peak golden elixir.  "

    Yan Chixia is not talking nonsense.

    Now his cultivation level is at the peak of Jindan.

    "However, the aura exuded by Yang Fengnian is enough to match him.

    Beside, Lao Tan squatted by the stream, put his hands in his sleeves, raised his hands, and wiped his nose.  He grinned, his eyes full of excitement.

    Now, the benefactor has truly become an immortal.

    After Yan Chixia looked at it for a while, Duryodhana couldn't resist the curiosity in her heart.

    He rubbed his chin and raised itHe looked at Yang Fengnian, who was still pretending to be serious, and after coughing, he asked curiously: "Brother Xian, can you explain in detail your process of condensing the elixir, so that it can help clear up the doubts in my mind?"

    When Yang Fengnian heard this, he expressed his gratitude.

    Then, he lowered his head, adjusted his cuffs casually, shrugged, and said calmly: "Of course there is no problem, but it would be a long story. By the way, that day, I"

    Half an hour later

    Yan Chixia glanced sleepily at Yang Fengnian, who was still telling the story of her process of condensing the golden elixir with great interest, raised her hand, patted her mouth, and yawned.

    Then, he pulled Lao Tan and walked towards the stream.

    "Old Tan, how do you think the weather looks today?"

    "Today the sky is clear, the sun is shining brightly, and the flowers are smiling at me!"

    "Hey, is it so good?"

    "Umwhat's so good about it?"


    "Of course!"

    Afterwards, the two of them put their arms around each other and chatted happily while pointing at the empty scenery in front of them.

    Yang Fengnian, who was excited when talking about it, was about to talk about the important point.  But suddenly I found that the audience was no longer there.

    Turning around, I saw that the two people had already walked away arm in arm.

    Yang Fengnian was stunned and speechless.

    A moment later, a wave of fluctuation from the sword spirit came from the wrist of his right hand.

    Yang Fengnian withdrew his gaze from Yan Chixia and Lao Tan, raised his hand, looked at the tattoo on his wrist that seemed to be a bracelet, and sighed softly: "Is something wrong?"

    After a monk's cultivation reaches the golden elixir stage, he can use himself as a scabbard to store flying swords.

    And when Yang Fengnian successfully broke through the elixir formation stage and entered the golden elixir realm.

    The ancient sword flew into Yang Fengnian's picturesque and spectacular Dantian world early.

    And the scabbard of the ancient sword, which was made of unknown material but was strong, turned into a pair of light armor and fell on Yang Fengnian.

    As long as Yang Fengnian¡¯s mind moves, the armor will automatically activate and emerge from the body to protect the owner.

    At this time, the signal from the sword spirit came from the tattoo on the wrist.

    Yang Fengnian's heart moved, and his spiritual consciousness immediately entered the world of Dantian.

    We are still on the top of the mountain high in the clouds, with the world below our feet.

    Standing on the top of the mountain, Yang Fengnian turned his head and looked at the beauty in red standing beside him.

    He smiled slightly and said softly: "What's going on?"

    Sword Spirit turned his head and glanced at Yang Fengnian.

    He smiled calmly, and after sighing softly, he seemed to be talking to himself, or to Yang Fengnian: "This is not your true intention, so why do you have such a mentality?"

    "Say it," Sword Spirit turned around and walked down the mountain.

    In the lingering clouds and mist, that touch of red loomed, gradually fading away.

    Hearing this, Yang Fengnian was stunned.

    But when he woke up, he found that the sword spirit had gone away.

    The mountain breeze is blowing and it¡¯s slightly cold.

    On the top of the mountain, Yang Fengnian was about to speak but stopped.

    But, in the end, all the thoughts and helplessness turned into a bitter smile.


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