The topic was immediately brought to the right track.
Both Fang Geyu and Six Consciousnesses knew that the True Ancestor Evil God was not something that could be used to delay nonsense.
Although Fang Geyu is a young lady with a very special personality, she still knows the general picture at critical moments.
After Balian mentioned this, her expression suddenly became serious. Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by Jiujiu, who was not very sensible.
"But didn't you just say that the True Ancestor Evil God is completely under the control of your corpse forest? Now it seems that the corpse flowers blooming all over the mountains have indeed swallowed up the desires of the True Ancestor Evil God.
Facts have proved that your plan was successful, and the True Ancestor Evil God has become exhausted. "
Balian: "..."
So, Miss Doll, do you still want to continue this deadly and embarrassing topic?
Jiujiu's words once again shocked Liu Shi and Fang Geyu. They couldn't understand why today's disaster and crisis was solved so unknowingly?
The two of them knew Jiujiu's temperament well, and she would never exaggerate in her words or actions, or overly praise a person's achievements.
Since she said that the True Ancestor Evil God had been completely suppressed by the Forest of Corpses, it must have been as she said... the end of the war.
Bailian clenched his fist and covered his lips, coughed twice, glanced at Jiujiu, and said, "So Miss Fuhuo still wants to continue the topic of soul circuits?"
Ninety-Nine Ten Points said with a generally indifferent tone: "I think it is very important to solve the problem of the True Ancestor Evil God, and we should do it without delay."
The six senses looked dull and confused.
Was she bewitched by the evil god and fell into a dream?
Otherwise, in her lifetime, how could she possibly see Ninety-nine... being manipulated so easily by a young man?
That’s ninety-nine!
Fang Geyu's thin lips sank, and he clicked his tongue impatiently.
She is not the guy with six senses who has tung oil in his head. Naturally, she knows the scientific name of this unpleasant tone - flirting.
And Si Chen, that kid, doesn't have this kind of mood at all.
Apparently, it was the self-taught Ninety-nine who was self-taught without a teacher who guided him intentionally or unintentionally.
Otherwise, she would not be able to be so obedient to a man in front of her little master.
Um……
She seemed obedient, but in fact she was secretly rebellious and started to take advantage of her little face.
So, she wasn't her favorite human cub anymore, was she?
Yinghuo, a doll who was born to protect human beings and was mainly of the Shifang bloodline, had to play a game of female rivalry with her.
very good.
Fang Geyu gritted his teeth and sneered, not giving this thoughtful puppet a chance to express himself. He put his horizontal palm between the blades of the sword, and blood marks suddenly appeared. The blood gushing from the wound was smeared on the Shifang sword.
Fang Geyu raised his sword fingers, brought them together in front of his eyebrows, and quickly recited the mantra in a low voice on his lips.
The blood smeared on the sword body seemed to be endowed with some kind of spirituality, and it quickly swam into a snake.
The scarlet blood quickly turned from red, gathering and dispersing into a dense mass of golden runes, all over the entire mirror-thin sword body.
After doing all this, Fang Geyu handed over the Shifang Sword to Bailian.
Balian casually took the Shifang Sword, and immediately condensed the power of Sishui Divine Source on her fingertips, placed it against the wound in her palm, and gently wiped it, and the wound was immediately repaired without leaving a trace.
Although Bai Lian's expression at the moment is very calm and natural, this kind of subconscious tender concern is often the most real.
Fang Geyu's little eyebrows were raised proudly, and there was no hint of coquettishness in his tone, but he shouted in pain:
"When I was injured when I was a child, my mother would blow on me before applying medicine."
Balian was stunned for a moment. Miss Fang, who fell into the belly of the big snake and was injured completely, did not even say "Miss Fang" in pain. How could she be so pretentious today?
He was not a fool. He knew that Fang Geyu was probably feeling suffocated in his heart, so he lowered his eyes and smiled.
Balian held up her white, scarless little hand, blew gently on her healed wound that didn't exist, and said, "Okay, now the pain is gone."
His tone was like coaxing a child.
Jiujiu raised his eyelids and said: "I remember to transfer the Shifang Sword to someone else's hand to use it once. I only need to use the natal talisman to draw it immediately. There is no need to go to such trouble to cut the palm and smear the blood."
This posture is indeed powerful and bluffing, but the sword soul of Shifang Sword has been fully awakened, and who controls and uses it is not all in Fang Geyu's mind.
The Shifang Sword is a sword for protection and subjugation, not a killing weapon. How can it be opened without the blood of its master?
This is just a little girl's trick.
Fang Geyu hid his palm behind his back, looked at Jiujiu with a smile, and said: "But with the blood talisman as a guide for the sword, we can unleash the power of the Shifang Sword to a greater extent, right?
After all, for the sake of the True Ancestor Evil God, you can work hard for more than ten years to lay out your chips, and even turn yourself into a disposable chess piece.
I only have a little blood, so what’s the fuss about? "
Underneath the smile, there was resentment.
Jiujiu nodded slightly to express her approval, but when the conversation changed, she corrected her word for word:
"By the way, now I have a new name, Fuhuo. Young Master, please don't call me Jiujiu in the future."
Fang Geyu seemed a little surprised, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of imperceptible relief and joy.
Behind this secret emotion, only she knew what meaning her name had to the puppet.
Compared to Fang Geyu's hidden joy, Six Senses Man was completely numb.
A few months ago, when Jiujiu returned to the cold tower, he told her that he had a new name.
Although the expressions are the same, the demeanor is the same, and even the lines are very different, after all, Jiujiu's expression management has always been excellent.
But why today, the six senses are given the appearance of two completely different virtues.
But at that time, she was more confused and interested because someone could bring orders and signs for her. She was more curious and novel about the name Fu Huo.
Therefore, no one would have imagined that one day, Jiujiu would show off his new name to others like a human cub who got a toy.
Ninety-nine is not the sixth sense, so he cannot do such childish things.
But in fact it is.
The puppet Yinghuo is indeed worthy of being born from the same roots.
Even this childishness is of the same origin.
It's just that Jiujiu is very scheming and hides it quite deeply.
"Fu Huo." Fang Geyu called her as she wished, and curled his fingers at her, saying: "The sword has been given to him, I think...doesn't there be a settlement between us? Have you settled the matter properly?"
Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and took half a step back.
But as soon as her body moved, a hand fell on her shoulder, gently stopping her movement.
Jiujiu turned around and saw Bai Lian's smiling face and said: "When you marked it just now, you asked me to give you an order. The order was given to you at that time, and it should be completed now, right?"
After all, his interest seemed to be quite high when he looked at Fang Geyu.
Upon hearing this, Jiujiu's expression turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "How did I know that you would issue such a ridiculous order."
Fang Geyu asked in confusion: "You can order the puppet Yinghuo? So what order did you give?"
Balian snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "An order that allows you to do whatever you want to her once."
Fang Ge's eyebrows almost flew up at this moment. The corners of her lips curved into a smirk, and she made fists with both hands and cracked her knuckles.
"The one who knows me is Si Chen."
Jiujiu wanted to continue to retreat, but the command that was staying in her body seemed to be answered. Her body suddenly shook and she froze in place.
Bailian released the palm on her shoulder, summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword, inserted it diagonally on the monument, and acted as a chair. He thoughtfully invited Fang Geyu to sit on it.
Naturally, Fang Geyu would not be polite to him, so he stepped over with a step that he did not recognize his relatives, and sat down carelessly, leaning on the simple and heavy sword. Then he patted his thigh and ordered like an uncle:
"Come over here and remember to lift your butt up."
Shouldn't we settle the old and new grudges with her?
Liu Shi couldn't help but show sympathy to Jiujiu.
Balian did not disturb the 'good' time for the three of them to reunite. He held the Shifang Sword and countless scarlet flowers of the other side flew around him, lifting his body up.
He jumped off the sword monument and quickly swam towards the depths of the lake.
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The rain was pouring down, and lightning was thundering in the night. Shu Ci's hair and clothes were white as snow. He stood barefoot on the eaves of an ancient mansion, with his eyes downcast, overlooking the dark old building below him.
The eight tails behind her were swinging, and the silver moon demon pattern between the tails slowly lit up with a mysterious and powerful halo.
The raindrops that fell into the courtyard suddenly hovered and stagnated into round water drops, floating in the space.
Among the thousands of crystal clear raindrops, strange blue vertical pupils began to appear.
The vertical pupils flashed tightly for a moment, then disappeared, replaced by the colorful scene in the building, which gradually disappeared into smoke in the raindrops.
At the same time, the dark eaves under Shu Ci's feet also began to disappear like a dream, dissipating beneath her body.
In the blur of white mist, the dilapidated old buildings and houses were like sand towers blown away by the wind, turning into tiny particles and flying away.
"No! No! No! No! No! No! No!"
Rows of stone lanterns with the outline of sheep's horns suddenly lit up one after another in an instant, emitting a dark and uncertain cold green light.
The scenery around Shuci has completely changed.
There was no wind or rain for thousands of miles, and it was like returning to the barbaric era for a moment, with the smell of blood spreading everywhere.
In a desolate bamboo forest with old trees, there was blood in the air, and there seemed to be a vague smell of muddy grass and decay floating in the air.
An endless stretch of bamboo trees seemed to have been bent down by this strange and cold darkness. They were all low and squat, and the tops of the bamboo trees were bent and fell to the ground.
It was as if he was forced to make the bamboo kneel down and kowtow in worship.
Under the bleak light of the residual green emitted from the horn lamp, the old bamboos looked even greener. On each bamboo tree, there were bright red cloths hanging in the sun.
But with Shu Ci's eyesight, how could he see it wrong? What kind of cloth and silk was there? It was clearly a string of scarlet blood intestines.
In the center of the bamboo forest, there is an open square space with a ground paved with white sand, snow and stones.
A square table, four stone benches, seven lamps, and a red-faced umbrella hang in the center.
But under the umbrella, sitting beside the square table, were one person and three paper corpses.
With such a posture, at first glance, those who didn't know it thought it was someone from the Zhongyou Dynasty.
But Shu Ci knew that this man covered in corpse aura did not come from Zhongyou.
He is a demon cultivator.
A monk who practices the two paths of evil and demons together.
A bowl of osmanthus tea was burning on the table. He poured it and drank it. The strong corpse odor in the air suppressed the light fragrance of osmanthus to the point where he could hardly smell it.
The man wore a mask on his face, and was covered in a black robe from head to toe. Even his hands were wearing a pair of dark red gloves. Not to mention his face, not even an inch of his skin was visible. Can't get a glimpse of it.
The only thing that distinguishes him from those hidden demon cultivators is the black bracelet tied around his wrist, with an oval fluorescent stone made of amber-like material hanging between the rope.
As he drank tea, the fluorescent stone gently swayed between his wrists, emitting a faint blue light like the stars.
The pure spiritual energy emanating from the stone was by no means something that was born from the demon clan. Instead, it looked more like a magic weapon among the immortal sects.
Although Shu Ci was also born as a demon and was cruel and murderous by nature, she did not believe in the aesthetics of killing that promoted certain actions.
She killed people and massacred the city, and even annihilated all the creatures in a plane space, just as easily as she massacred ants. She didn't even bother to take a second look at the flies and ants that died in her hands.
Not to mention the disgusting habit of collecting such bloody trophies.
She flicked one of her fairy tails lightly.
In this space of heaven and earth, a mysterious divine voice of the devil suddenly echoed.
The endless bamboo forest and the blood intestines tied to the forest branches exploded into mist.
"You are not a demon, but an evil demon monk of human origin. This place is very familiar to us. If I remember correctly, this is the Washing Bamboo Forest within the mountain gate of Langya Demon Sect."
Originally, Shu Ci was wondering how the leader behind the city could avoid the danger of being devoured by evil gods.
It turned out that such a mysterious mirror technique was used to cast the land space of Langya Demon Sect, which was far away from the mountains and seas, into the city in the form of a mirror image.
At this moment, his true body is thousands of miles away, and what Shu Ci sees at this moment is just a shadow clone.
The only person within the Langya Demon Sect who knows this technique is the leader of the evil cultivators of the Demon Sect, Taoist Sa Jie.
Although the relationship between the Langya Demon Sect and the demon world is just like the relationship between the Shangqing Immortal World and the three great sects of the human world.
Even though there are many masters among the demon sect, in the eyes of the real ancient great demons in the demon world, they are like cubs in the sheepfold.
The only person who can make the demon world take it seriously is that from ancient times to the present, in the thousands of years of development of the demon sect, only two people have appeared.
One is the former leader of the Demon Sect, Zhaohe.
The second one is the leader of the evil cultivators, Taoist Sa Jie.
(End of chapter)
