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Text Volume 6 Small Thousand Worlds 148 My destiny is up to me and I can¡¯t help it

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    Three Thousand Heavenly Demons are the words of thoughts, their evil aura is soaring to the sky, and their demonic aura is mighty.  Gather the will of all the demons and turn it into a sharp sword, and use Luo Hong to strike.  The demons all took a step forward, and simultaneously raised their sharp weapons, pointing directly at the dragon seat where Luo Hong was.  The ruthless voice demon defeated Luo Hong's faith.  Luo Hong collapsed on the chair as if he had fallen into the clouds, staring blankly at Luo Ying on the magic chair opposite.  The meaning gradually becomes blurred.  A voice urged Luo Hong, give up, then you can go back, be your mortal, follow the way of heaven, and you will live forever. Although you are not willing to live the same life as heaven and earth, you can still live for tens of thousands of years, destroying his  will.  In his sea of ??consciousness, the gray mist shook, and a purple figure was gradually obscured by the gray clouds, disappearing into Luo Hong's sea of ??consciousness. This was a bloodthirsty wave of evil in Luo Hong's sea of ??consciousness.  stir.  "No." A heartbreaking voice came to mind.  Blow away the gray clouds in the sea of ??consciousness.  The dissipated purple figure was once again suspended in the sky above the sea of ??consciousness.  "I wholeheartedly follow the Tao to protect Qin Youmeng in the sky. Without her, why would I become a demon? If I obey, I will become a fairy, but if I rebel, I will become a demon. What's the point of going against the sky? If she passes away with the wind, where will I be?  . Walking on the road to the pagoda." At this time, a huge Luo shadow appeared in his sea of ????consciousness, appearing on the huge chessboard of heaven and earth, and a thin purple figure touched Qin Youmeng.  The same figure, a pair of affectionate eyes as bright as stars.  Staring at Luo Hong below, he ignored the three thousand demons in front of him.  Although there are three thousand, how can they compete with my will?  Luo Hong's confused eyes gradually regained their clarity.  He opened his eyes and looked at the purple Luo Ying.  Stand in front of yourself.  A wave of indifference came to Luo Hong's mind, looking directly at the black figure on the magic chair.  "Open?." The end of the iron rope of a command flag fell.  The barrier dissipated, and a sharp sword fell from the sky, striking the purple figure on the head.  The purple figure raised his hands, dragging the falling giant sword.  A snow-white tail emerged from behind and rolled towards the other end of the chessboard. The eyebrows were curled up, curling up the demon's elephant and sitting on it, drawing the ground as a prison.  Stop their progress.  Using both hands hard, "click." The sword broke.  He punched Luo Ying and went straight to Huanglong's place. A fist from Bai Zhi fell on it.  Break the magic chair into pieces.  The black shadow exclaimed, "Is this the source of your power? However, after all, it is a foreign object, not yours, so you can't do anything to me, the voice of the demon. The voice of the great road. I am the demon lying drunk in the world. In the realm of demons.  ." 'Qi.  "The black figure lay down in the broken magic chair, and a snoring sound gradually sounded. At this time, the situation in the sky changed, and a huge black hand descended from the sky. It slapped the purple figure aside, and a  Another black hand came and smashed her into pieces, and the cracks gradually dissipated and swept away into his sea of ??consciousness.  Appearing above Luo Kong, Luo Hong spit out a mouthful of blood and fell on the dragon chair. The huge demon opened its bloody mouth and looked at Luo Hong with his scarlet eyes.  Luo Hong felt a hint of desolation behind him. He looked at Luo Wu's sky blankly. He recalled that his family and Youmeng were an inseparable part of him. Is this really the case?  Hong looked unwillingly at the empty sky, and the dim purple figure in the sea of ????consciousness gradually dissipated. A sad flute sounded in Luo Hong's sea of ????consciousness, gradually dissipating from his lower body to his chest.  . This is not allowed by Luo Hong. I can't get you now, but if I still want to take away the last trace of you, I will slay the demon.  , a roar. "If you want to deprive me of my last hope, since you are a demon, I will also destroy you.  " A song of absolute mood emanated from Luo Hong's body, and a purple sword appeared in his hand. This sword is my sword of protection. I will protect her at all costs. This is also a heart-breaking sword.  The sword is a sword that kills those who stand in my way. When my dream is shattered, it will be a sword that cuts off love.  "It is not to truly end one's love, but to find one's own love in the midst of destruction. A beam of purple-black sword light shoots straight into the black sleeping person in Luo Hong's sword and stabs him. Continuous one-word swords  The glow penetrated the heart of the black figure. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and you, Luo Hong, fell into the ruins and disappeared. The three thousand demons returned to Luo Kong.  The brushed iron ropes gradually opened The sound of the iron ropes flew towards Luo Kong. The statues of demons stood still in front of Luo Hong, and they stopped only when they shrank to the same size as Luo Hong.  . A trace of blood flowed. At some point, the statue slowly entered his consciousness, and a little bit of information was injected into his god and demon. The demonic nature is boundless, and he can choose it within three thousand.  . Bundles of black lotus seeds are suspended in the sky for him to choose.select.  But only one of them suited him.  Why hasn't Luo Hong come out for so long? His master, Mo Qiu, is waiting anxiously.  There are other people waiting as well, either witnessing the birth of a talented person, or ridiculing a useless person for not knowing what he can do.  In short, there are a lot of things, it just depends on what kind of fortune he gets.  The demonic nature of heaven and earth means that one can live one's wish and die without regrets. This is caused by the obsession in one's body turning into a demon.  The demonic energy surged and the bright moon was visible.  The flowing water is clear and gathers at one source. Only one can realize the god and the devil. Only one mind can form an immortal devil.  The sea of ??transformation and consciousness leads to its path in every move.  How many tears can be shed by saying "idealism".  I don¡¯t know how many people can cross to the other side of the supernatural power.  Luo Hong sat down quietly and realized his body, mind and spirit.  What are the three passes?  With Luo Hong's enlightenment, God gradually entered another world. Following his thoughts, pictures of Luo Hong's battles appeared in front of Luo Hong. At the beginning, Luo Hong was still humiliated.  After that, he worked hard to fight, and after every humiliation, he practiced crazily to improve his strength, until he held the sword to kill all the people and things that humiliated him. One by one, another thing emerged, until he  Being chased for thousands of miles.  Until it bleeds for thousands of miles.  His heart ached for a while, his Youmeng was sacrificed for him and had no strength.  Everything is in vain, do I have to watch my lover fall into my arms one by one?  Luo Hong's scarlet eyes stared straight into the sky.  "No. This is not what I want." Luo Hong fell into a pool of blood with a thud.  Until a huge figure appeared in his sea of ????consciousness, his face could not be seen, the vague figure was shouting to heaven and earth, with an animal skin around his waist.  Holding a sky-opening ax in his hand, he vowed to split the sky in front of him, showing his majestic appearance.  It penetrated deeply into his eyes.  Then, groups of different people appeared behind the huge figure, holding sharp weapons and attacking the giant man. This was the beginning of a grand and bloody battlefield. The giant man's body was dyed red with blood, and the sharp axes  Still the same, but the people in front of him fell at his feet one after another, their ruthless eyes revealing the indifference in their hearts.  Only by using his own power, the thought of killing all living beings in the sky was introduced into Luo Hong's sea of ??consciousness.  His heart pounded loudly.  The fantasy is the same as the giant man.  Slaughter the sky, kill gods behind gods, resist demons and demons, and the thoughts of death float in the sea of ??consciousness, and gray clouds stir in the sea of ??consciousness.  To submerge the purple figure, thunder bursts from the sky.  Cutting through the sky, waiting for Luo Hong's answer.  When Luo Hong was about to answer, the purple figure had been covered by gray clouds, and a sad song of blood and tears fell into his sea of ????consciousness, lingering endlessly.  Luo Hong's soul was drowned in silence.  Touched by blood, it slipped down, leaving a faint trace of blood.  The purple figure collapsed instantly, turned into purple stars, and disappeared into the depths of the sea of ??consciousness.  The huge noise aroused the heart palpitations of an old man wearing ordinary gray clothes who was guarding the Demon Sect.  The old man in gray clothes lying on the rocking chair was taking a nap in the sun.  Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed across Luo Kong.  Arriving at the place where Luo Hong was, a ray of green light gradually transformed into an eye, floating on the iron chain, watching Luo Hong.  introduced into it.  "This son is extraordinary. He created the world with the power of the demon. As long as he is not damaged, he will have a world of his own in the future." With a secret sigh, the old man in gray clothes fell asleep again.  Luo Hong was immersed in the rain of blood, staring blankly at the purple figure dissipating in the sky.  Slowly a drop of blood flowed out from the blank pupil, and the black lotus seed suspended in the center of Luo Hong's eyebrows passed through the vertical eye between the eyebrows, and slowly fell into it, his blurred eyes were lifeless.  He looked at the purple fragments in the sky and fell into the palm of his hand, melting Luo Hong's soul.  With so many ways to practice Taoism, would you give up something indispensable in your life for the sake of power?  The word "love" completely awakened Luo Hong's soul.  Practicing Taoism by yourself is not a strength, it is just a means, not a necessity for you.  A voice hangs in the sea of ??consciousness.  Luo Hong asked a simple sentence of his own, which was also a sentence of his pursuit.  "Can you resurrect You Meng?" resounded throughout the entire sea of ??consciousness, the entire sky and earth.  The black figure looked at Luo Hong blankly. Everyone else was eager to get his inheritance, but he actually asked himself such a question.  After thinking for a long time, he replied coldly, "No. I conquered the sky, destroyed the earth, and slaughtered thousands of miles with blood. But I can't resurrect her, I can only make myself invincible." "That's not what I'm looking for," Luo Hong said sadly  responded.  "Puff!" There was a sound of blood flowing out from the center of his eyebrows. Luo Hong's bloody hand was holding a black seed.  Then it dissipated into the sky.  The eyes attached to the iron rope ignored all this.  The old man in gray clothes who was sleeping on the rocking chair had a condensation on his face, and the wrinkles on his face tightened into a ball. "Why is this son? If the devil doesn't choose it, what will he choose, and why." He pondered on the chair.  "A person with a story will not choose power, but other aspects. I wonder why he does it?" When Luo Hong planted powerWhen it was pulled out of the body, another black lotus seed turned into a black lotus and was imprinted on the center of the eyebrow.  With a loud shout, a huge centipede came out of the sky, swallowed clouds and smoke, and the oozing green liquid spurted out from its big mouth. Thousands of thighs scratched the bare feet of the knife, and the sky was swallowed up.  It was shattered, and wherever the clouds and mist went, everything turned into nothingness, corroding the space between heaven and earth. The huge scarlet eyes were like a huge red lantern, shooting out a ray of red light, leaving two holes in Luo Kong, passing through a  The layers of space dissipated.  Luo Hong looked at the centipede surrounded by mist expressionlessly, "Can you resurrect my beloved?" Luo Kong screamed and disappeared between Luo Hong's eyebrows. Luo Hong grabbed it in the palm of his hand and threw it away.  Luo Hong's eyes gradually became blurred, and were replaced by the dissipating purple figure, and the blood rain in the sea of ??consciousness.  It still rained non-stop, dripping into the depths of his soul. It was his heart that was crying, raining blood due to heartache. The bright figure was about to dissipate and turn into dust.  The black lotus seeds are still there, suspended in front of the gray statue.  Since you don¡¯t want what I want, I can only abandon the seeds of the three thousand demons.  I don't believe that there is nothing that can't be what I want. Luo Hong stood up, his bronze skin covered with blood, and grabbed the elephant of the demon. One by one, the black lotus was caught between his eyebrows, and he realized what they had brought with them.  Picture scrolls, one after another, unfolded simultaneously in the sea of ??consciousness. The huge spiritual power rushed towards Luo Hong's sea of ??consciousness, and the battle unfolded in the majestic pictures.  Or fly across the sky, or travel through space.  Time went back, but none of them was what Luo Hong wanted. He pulled out the seeds one by one deeply from the center of his eyebrows.  The blood on the ground couldn't stop Luo Hong's crazy pace.  "No, no, no. Where are you?" Luo Hong anxiously looked for the sign of the demon.  Seeing that all the purple fragments were about to dissipate, he was helpless and could only try frantically.  Until the year 2990, Luo Hong's heart completely collapsed. Will my faith also be taken away by you?  Black hair flying.  The pores on his body were completely swallowed up by the bursting plasma.  Pressing the last ten seeds into his eyebrows, Luo Hong's face gradually became paler.  The scroll that could not be opened during this period was deeply shattered by it, and naturally dispersed into black mist, penetrating the pores and floating in the air, and slowly gathered again.  The cold eyes on the iron rope watched his crazy actions. He was looking for the inheritance he was looking for, and strength was his hope.  Time is his memory, space is his place of remembrance, and the poisonous centipede is the transformation of his evil thoughts. It is really a pity.  To some extent, people outside want it, but it is something that cannot be obtained for life, but he discards it like excrement.  Until the last picture unfolded, Luo Hong's eyes slowly regained their luster. Silk threads shuttled through the picture without specific shapes. The dissipated purple figures slowly returned and gathered.  Lighting up his sea of ??consciousness again, illuminating the gray sea of ??consciousness, a purple sea melted around the beautiful figure, completely dyeing him.  Luo Hong chuckled, and the glistening saliva at the corner of his mouth betrayed his heart.  The wound between his eyebrows gradually healed. Luo Hong let go and fell into the boundless, heavenless and devil realm.  Cold eyes, quietly watching everything that happened.  It slowly turned into a breeze and dissipated as if it never happened.  ¡­ Time passed slowly, and when Luo Hong woke up, the image of the demon had dissipated, and the iron rope above Luo Kong was gone.  Stand quietly under the iron rope, take your mind back into your own sea of ??consciousness. The gray sea of ??consciousness is connected by thin threads, turning into a huge net, covering the sea of ??consciousness, adding to the silent sea of ??consciousness.  A hint of spirituality.  It's time to go back. I don't know how long I have been sleeping here. I took a step forward, and my figure swayed. The gray wings behind me transformed and flew from a thousand feet below to the iron rope. Step by step, following the swaying iron rope, I walked towards  At the end of the iron rope, a faint light came out to the sky and shot into his eyes. The blank pupils reflected the brilliance of the sun. With the snow-white light, Luo Hong's figure disappeared in the light.  "Finally out of the dark world," Luo Hong felt a burst of joy in his heart, and walked down the mountain along the stone steps. The crowd at the foot of the mountain had dissipated at some point, but there was still a figure waiting for Luo Hong at the foot of the mountain.  When Hong returned, his old face was not happy about being promoted to the realm of Nascent Soul. On the contrary, he still felt a little lonely.  Maybe it's because of similar experiences.  Or maybe half a thousand memories.  Who doesn¡¯t have an innocent first love, but there are a few couples who can grow old together.  They are just water splashes in a dream, causing ripples one after another, unforgettable. Who wants to become a demon? It is just the pressure of time and man-made deception.  Everyone has their own story. In fact, Mo Qiu also has a bitter memory in his heart, but it is buried deep in his heart.  The bloody name turned into a demon.  The reason why he valued Luo Hong was because his words when they met completely touched his heartstrings.  Everyone knows that my name isIt¡¯s autumn, but how many people know its true meaning?  A pair of lovers fell in love by the stone bank of Qingqiao. In the clear rain, a lonely red umbrella blocked the rain falling from the sky. The oaths engraved on the stone bridge were corroded by the wind and dust of the years and turned into ashes.  Dissipate as a ray of breeze.  But what is indelible is the oath in my heart.  "Meeting you is my blessing. If I wait for ten thousand years, it will be too long. I just want to accompany you in this life, hold your hand, and grow old with you." But it is just a broken dream, I vaguely remember it.  The scene when I was with her, but I didn't protect my love at that time.  Mo Qiu, formerly known as Wang Qiu, came from a poor family. He was originally a down-and-out scholar who had a lot of poetry and theory, but he never got a first place.  Every time I go to Beijing to try it out, I leave happily.  Returning disappointed, one set of disappointments destroyed his confidence.  Once, I borrowed wine to sing songs and drank with my friends on the boat.  I met a beautiful person by chance, who looked like a fairy and was not like the fireworks of this world.  Danfeng Thrush, small and graceful, with rosy mouth, dressed in white and playing a pipa.  It was deeply reflected in his mind.  A drop of red sand reflects between the eyebrows, adding a touch of charm.  Black hair flowing.  Passing by Wang Qiu, a wisp of fragrance intoxicated him.  After being stalked, I finally found out the girl's name.  "Shiyue." However, he only asked the girl's name from the girl's unbearable look after he was bruised and swollen by the servant.  From then on, he would sit in the boat every day, listen to her playing and singing, and be intoxicated by her appearance, one day.  With his unremitting efforts, they got acquainted on the Qingqiao, fell in love and painted boats. They lingered on the streets every day, tasted the delicacies of time, and chased on the streets, but time flew by.  One day, when they met and fell in love, they were deeply torn apart by the Taoist priest who fell from the sky.  Silent drizzle.  Listening to his loss, in his understanding, he never thought that one day there would be a fairy to block him. He thought that he could spend his life with her in happiness, but it was ruthlessly shattered.  Wang Qiu frantically took Shiyue's hand and pulled him into his own. But how could a mortal with no power to bind a chicken be the opponent of an immortal? With just a flick of his hand, he was given to him.  Later, the plan was to completely kill him, but under Shiyue's threat, he barely escaped with his life.  But it's an eternity apart.  The lifespan of a mortal is not more than a hundred, but each cultivator has at least two hundred. Not to mention a talented and intelligent immortal cultivator. It is inevitable that the immortals and mortals are separated, and they were forcibly separated by Shiyue's master. There is another important reason.  It is that his master has already betrothed him to someone else, which he, a weak mortal, can control.  That night, he completely collapsed.  Parting vows.  There was a crazy sound in his mind.  After thousands of years of reincarnation, I only get to meet you once.  Thousands of years of expectation, I just want to turn into a small tree.  I've been waiting for a thousand years just to meet you.  Meet at Qingqiao Stone.  The tears of crying stained his green clothes.  Sitting on the stone, looking helplessly at the sky.  "Forget about me. That way, you can live a stable life. Don't come looking for me. If you come looking for me, you will be pulled away by his master before he could finish his sentence. Disappear.  Son, in the rainy night, an ancient moon is covered by dark clouds, and the cool moonlight is drowned by wet tears. Thousands of years of waiting cannot make me depressed. In this case, I will also embark on your journey until we meet.  The moment he saw Wang Qiushi roaring in the night sky, the sound spread until they dissipated, and the echoes still echoed in his ears. From then on, Wang Qiu spent all his money to search for the traces of the immortal in the mountains.  He knelt down and worshiped the mountain for three days, praying to be accepted as his disciple. The road in the mountain was rugged and difficult to find. It cut his green clothes and worn out his feet again and again, but it did not destroy his will and his feet were worn out.  Blood blisters. The dead leaves were covered with gray hair. In this way, he traveled to every mountain, kneeling down to worship the famous mountains, until he was as thin as a bone, and when the candlelight flickered, he plucked wild fruits from the mountains to satisfy his hunger.  So as not to die while kneeling down and praying. Rain or shine, many people's consciousness swept through them, but they all shook their heads secretly, "This man has a sincere heart and a strong mind, but his body is already weak."  The spiritual roots are low-level and have little cultivation value.  "I stopped paying attention to him. But he always persisted and knelt down, perhaps until his death. Every time when he was so angry, a white figure saved him from death, and a trace of tears fell on him.  But when Wang Qiu opened his eyes and looked, it disappeared again. In fact, when Wang Qiu knelt down at the hundredth mountain, a sad and firm song opened her eyes.  My heart is still open. Wang Qiu, a mortal, wants to be accepted as his disciple, and I will repay him for the rest of his life. "After kneeling for three days, I walked down the vast mountain.  His clothes were shabby and his feet were worn out, but nothing could change his heart.  After Shiyue heard this, she burst into tears.  I prayed to my master, but there was no answer.  Crying, he followed Wang Qiu, trying to persuade him.  But we can't meet each other.  I can only stay silently behind me??Looking.  Save his life in his critical moment.  The tragic group, after kneeling down and worshiping the mountain, heard nothing from them one by one.  Turned into sadness all over the place. ?? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? If there be immortals be there, they be spiritual.  Ninety thousand days have passed in the blink of an eye, and a young scholar has become a twilight old man. His cloudy eyes cover his vision, but a belief supports him.  Keep him going.  It was a windy journey.  But it can't stop him.  ?  The white figure is still there, but the scholar back then has become a twilight old man. During the past thirty years, her master asked her to go back, but she did not just leave, but stayed with him all the time.  Perhaps out of pity, he met a crazy old man, who was full of demonic aura and wanted to accept Wang Qiu as his disciple.  But he hesitated.  A white figure emerged, but Che and the bloody man in front of him were two extremes.  Don't know how to choose.  "Don't you want to become a disciple? Why not now? I have seen you for more than thirty years. In a land of mountains and rivers, you must worship the mountain to seek a teacher." "You are not what I imagined. Maybe she will blame me." Wang Qiu replied calmly.  .  "Ordinary people, how do you know that immortals and demons are just a method and a way to live forever. You have worshiped many famous and upright people, and are great immortals, but were you accepted as their disciple? You are just deceiving yourself." Who said  No spiritual roots.  Not being able to cultivate to immortality is just a scam. There are many people who have achieved success in cultivation, and they are all powerful people. You can't guess what they are.  I'm saying, even if you die, you won't be able to succeed as a disciple.  I don¡¯t need to say the reason.  "Would you like to become a disciple or not?"  "After saying that, it turned into a wisp of breeze and dissipated. After thinking about it for a long time. "My life is gone.  She wants to see the road to eternal life.  "Wang Qiu bowed. "Master accepts his disciple and bows.  'Two obeisances.  "The kindness will be unforgettable, and the disciples will never forget their ancestors forever." Three bows.  "When my disciple's marriage is complete, I will become my disciple for the rest of my life." A breeze blew by, and a token fell in front of Wang Qiu.  A burst of magic sound sounded.  "I am the elder of the Tianmo Sect. We are destined to meet each other. You are my disciple and report to the Tianmo Sect. You are now Mo Qiu. Cut off the fate of the world. Understand the cause and effect. Autumn is also the season of maturity. The pattern of fallen leaves symbolizes life and death.  The four seasons are reincarnated. The moment of life and death is revealed. The sky is still blue with a single leaf, blocking the color of the sky above the mountain.  Like a hole, it was broken by the top of the mountain. A slight breeze blew through, and Luo Hong's black hair was blown away, and a purple hair was scattered behind his eyebrows.  Eyes flashed from time to time, absorbing the power of the soul floating in the air, and the silky purple net dissipated into the mountain step by step.  The pedestrians outside have disappeared, and it seems that they have lost confidence in Luo Hong. After all, no one can survive the last level for a day, but Luo Hong is an accident. He breaks through the tradition of Tianmo Sect.  . He came out successfully, and obtained the most special soul demon shadow. It has no appearance, unlike other demon images, but the soul image is exactly the opposite.  The most difficult thing to find in the world is the soul. Not many people can explain the mystery of the soul. Even if they are soul demons, they only know that humans have three souls and seven souls.  Born in Luo Wu, existing in the darkness, it is impossible to appear under the sun, and can only wander under the starlight. Only when you break through to become a god, can you truly travel around the world and become immortal. If your body is destroyed, you can also borrow it.  Reborn from the dead, or reincarnated. Luo Hong packed up his mood and walked towards the master's cave. The dark door blocked Luo Hong's footsteps, and the invisible restrictions kept him out.  Silk threads emerged as Luo Hong forced his way in, splitting Luo Hong's green clothes, and instantly fell to pieces outside the cave, preventing Luo Hong from retreating, and then the flickering light flew down the mountain.  Go. A transmission note was held in the hand of Mo Qiu, who was discussing the matter in the main hall. A trace of surprise then turned into a look of surprise, and he laughed wildly in the main hall regardless of his appearance.  You didn't disappoint me, haha." He brushed his beard with one hand and said crazily with the other. "Are you okay, old devil?  "An old man who still has some friendship with Mo Qiu said. "Nothing.  It seems that one more person will be added to the trial this time.  My disciple Luo Hong will also participate.  I hope you won¡¯t postpone it.  " "You need to be at the Earth level to participate in this trial. Even though several of your disciples are at the Earth level.  However, it¡¯s just the early and mid-term, and I don¡¯t have any special abilities, so I¡¯m afraid this quota will be wasted.  Fairies and demons enter it at the same time, but there are restrictions. In these few explorations and excavations, we have almost finished the exploration. There are only a few slightly confusing places that we have not entered. This time it is not only a plunder of your medicinal materials, but also  In the fight between immortals and demons, you don't have to worry about whether your disciples will never come back.  Buried in the air.  "An old man in red robe said.   "If you are determined to do so, then let him participate and replace another mid-prefecture level cultivator. I hope, as you said, he is not a waste." One of them replied sarcastically.  .  After such discussion, Mo Qiu turned into a wisp of black wind and disappeared from the hall. Others worried that he had made progress again.  I thought that he would die at the peak of the prefecture level.  I didn't expect to break through at the last minute.  From now on, be with me.  The others whispered.  "Yes, he is a waste with low spiritual roots. Now, he is on the same level as me. The token from back then should probably work. Unlike me, he has a real big backer behind him, a  Ordinary people. From then on, he became a registered disciple and a true disciple, one day at a time. "Yes, while we were still struggling for the disciples of the inner sect, he had already become a true disciple of Yuan Ying.  , In fact, he is just a frog in the well. Only the true divine form has the slightest chance of transcendence. " "We don't want to offend him too much," the others said in a low voice.  A wisp of black wind appeared behind Luo Hong. Looking at him standing quietly outside the cave, he felt a burst of emotion.  I don¡¯t know if he passed the third level.  It's a pity that under Mo Qiu's heavenly eyes, the place between his eyes is filled with brilliance.  The light flickered, shining on Luo Hong's whole body, as if he could see through him. Luo Hong felt his body tighten, and a feeling of peeping rose up to the soles of his feet and went straight to his forehead.  A trace of cold sweat left his eyebrows. He turned around and saw the master behind him, and felt a fit of rage in his heart.  Master's cultivation is even more unfathomable.  "Congratulations, Master, for your cultivation has improved further. The devil's path can be expected." Luo Hong said respectfully.  "You and I, master and disciple, don't have to be like this. You are not bad either. You have passed the second of the three levels of Demon. Although you haven't passed the last level, it is because your fate has not yet come. Don't be discouraged. There will be opportunities in the future. Follow Master in." Demon.  Qiu Yi takes the lead.  Luo Hong followed closely behind him.  Master didn't see it. It seems that my statue of a demon must be a special kind of demon. Otherwise, Master wouldn't be able to see it.  You'd better not tell Master, so as not to offend Master's face.  It¡¯s not too late to talk about it later.  Luo Hong said appropriately to himself.  Following Master's footsteps, he stood behind Mo Qiu.  Looked at Mo Qiu respectfully.  Mo Qiu looked at Luo Hongdao with a tense expression.  "You didn't disappoint me. You passed two levels in a row. Not everyone in the Demon Sect can obtain the Heavenly Demon's blood. They only have certain opportunities to obtain it. The Heavenly Demon's blood washes away the residue on the body and is crowned with the Heavenly Demon's blood.  By strengthening yourself, you can better release the Heavenly Demon's secret skills and prevent yourself from exploding and dying. The second level is to understand your own heart and understand your pursuit. In the Heavenly Demon Sect, your qualifications are not the best, but they are also top-notch.  "As long as I don't lose anything, I will be able to make great achievements." "If I know this, I will definitely act with caution in the future," Luo Hongui said, Mo Qiu nodded, looking like a child who can be taught.  .  Today is a trial for earth-level disciples held by the five demon sects, the seven sects of the immortal sect, the six sects of the divine sect, and some smaller sects. The master has already recommended you to go. A true monk must pass through the whole body.  Only through killing can you truly strive for the top.  You are still a low-level disciple, and you have to kill some people, so that you can go further. Only a ruthless person can truly live. I'm afraid, you have all kinds of tenderness, but you have to restrain it. Immortal Dao  Misty.  Following the time of day, and Luo Wuzhi, intercepting his own body, but the gap is difficult to fill, and in the end, it is just covered with layers of scabs.  The ruthless nature of the devil does not mean forgetting one's feelings, but rather using one's own way of being sentimental to the utmost perfection.  With the heartless place, understanding the sentient beings, everyone in the world says that the devil is a butcher, but the immortal way is nothing more than that.  It's just that the paths are different. Don't be fooled by external appearances. The divine way nourishes all living beings in the world, gathers the will of the world, provides for cultivation, defies heaven, and ignites the divine fire.  Become a demigod, then gather faith, transform into a god, and achieve the divine way.  Three thousand avenues, these are just three common ones. There are also many cultivation paths, no matter whether they are good or bad, the only way is to intercept the vitality and go against the heaven.  "Disciple, remember." "In a few days, it will be a trial once every ten years. In a valley, I don't know which powerful medicine shop is there. There is also a place where spiritual beasts are kept in captivity. Each sect only has a few  Only earth-level disciples can enter, and you must be careful when entering. Luo Hong left the cave, and the clouds in the sky gradually dimmed, with the wind and clouds changing, and the black clouds drifting.  It seems that it is another battle. Others are fighting for their own lives and I am fighting for hers. Although it is different, the result is the same. I don't know how to interpret the word "fate", which expresses so much sadness. I cherish it.  My life is greater than my own. Since we are destined to meet each other, we are in love with each other. My heart has been indifferent for many years, and I don¡¯t know that I am in love now. But although she knows it, she has no intention of it. But I will not let fate.  Control my will. Since you and I have met, I will not give up what I have in mind, unless you don't care. Luo Hong stared at the dark clouds in the sky and flew to his cave.??Prepare for a trip to the valley in a few days.  Consolidate your own cultivation.  There are also many types of prefecture levels, including ten-year mortal grade, hundred-year earth grade, and thousand-year heaven grade.  This is not the difference between the three levels of earth, earth and heaven in terms of time, but the accumulation of one's own skills, solidity at the earth level, and tall buildings rising from the ground.  There is a big reason why a person's achievements in the future are related to his advancement. The foundation is the foundation of a person's life. Everyone's time in the early stage of cultivation is very short.  He is more than a hundred years old, and the prefecture level is only two or three hundred years old.  Therefore, few people are truly at the complete earth level, so the road in the future will become narrower and slower.  Until I am stuck at each level for hundreds of years, until I turn into a pile of loess.  Luo Hong looked inside his Dantian, heaven and earth.  A piece of demonic energy, black clouds rolled in the Dantian, and traces of black energy were liquefied into water droplets.  It flows into the Dantian.  Luo Hong watched the movement of Dantian carefully, but he didn't expect that earth-shaking changes had taken place. Luo Hong had practiced three levels.  Without carefully observing the changes in his body, it stands to reason that it is impossible for a zombie to open up his Dantian. After all, how can a living dead break the constraints of his own body?  And it is a shackles for thousands of years.  Everyone knows that a zombie's brute force and magical appearance are his life-long barrier, but now Luo Hongche has broken the tradition.  The blood of the zombies is dead blood, so how can they raise their own Nascent Soul without vitality? There is no vitality in the Dantian, so there is no way to open up the Dantian. Although there is a sea of ??consciousness, it is lifeless, without any vitality. His heart is  His strongest foundation is also the envy of other races.
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