These five people sat on the ground and rested in meditation. Inside the room, lamps and candles were burning, and their souls dispelled the coldness. These people may be old or young, some may be handsome, some may be delicate, some may have strange looks, or some may be enchanting women. Each one of them is a Xuan Nirvana, and they can be intimidating to anyone placed anywhere in the Sword Domain.
"You're finally here." An old man stood up with a smile, breaking the silence. This old man has white hair and a childlike face, and a kind face, giving people a feeling of being very easy to get along with.
"Fellow Daoist Jin." Qiuye Haitang closed the door and nodded to the old man. Waves of ripples rippled behind him, and the entire room was once again blocked by the formation.
The immortals fight outside the territory, or retreat in their own ghost land to refine the origin of the devil. Although not many people stay in this city, as an interconnected area, if it is not isolated by formations, it is inevitable that there will be ears between walls. After all, the heart of the origin is of great importance. .
"This is Qiuye Begonia, the Qiuye Sword Immortal? Ranked ninety-sixth in the Hundred Sword Manual? Fellow Daoist Jin, the Nu family remembers that in the rumors, this Qiuye Sword Immortal is charming and charming. He smiles for Beauties and seals Begonia with one sword. Why is he now? Looks like this?" The beautiful woman in the room opened her eyes and looked at the old man in front of her with some confusion.
The old man's clothes are simple, but his beard is unkempt. His eyes are as deep as the abyss and the sea, as if he is hiding a story. He really can't tell that he is the romantic figure in the rumors.
"Haha, handsome in the bones, no longer in the skin."
Just then, someone explained.
"…….."
The voice of these words came from a middle-aged scribe beside the old man.
"A Mahayana monk? The origin of demons..."
At this moment, except for Qiuye Begonia, everyone's eyes fell on the middle-aged scribe, as if they were looking at a plate of delicious snacks.
"This inn has never been opened, but it has complete facilities, and the kitchen can also light a fire." A handsome young man said with a smile, "I have eaten the brains of many demons, and these are the ones closest to humans. Apes have never eaten human brains. Fellow Taoist Qiuye, I wonder if you can give this person to me?"
Qiuye Haitang had expected this a long time ago. The middle-aged scribe has the origin of the devil, and even just a wisp of it can attract many masters. After all, to them, it is just a piece of meat without any poison.
"Haha, I want it too!" Another young man stood up, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said: "I heard that cannibalism is as effective as a panacea. Wherever you eat, you will be replenished. Why not give those two eggs to Me. If I can take two eggs, maybe I can make rapid progress in dual cultivation."
"What you eat is what you take, shouldn't it be something else?" The beautiful woman chuckled and looked at the young man.
"That's what you women eat." The young man glanced at the beautiful woman and said, "What? Do you want to eat it, fellow Taoist Huanyan?"
The beautiful woman did not answer, but her eyes fell on the middle-aged scribe, and then she shook her head and said: "Gee, the slave family is not so hungry and thirsty. The slave family only eats people in the Xuan realm. If it is Yang Taoist friend You can try it if you want, but I like to eat it medium rare."
"If you ask me, swallow it whole! Only in this way can you ensure that the essence of the demon will not pass away and be completely absorbed." The strange-looking man spoke, and he opened his mouth to the tips of his ears, revealing teeth as sharp as sword blades. As he uttered words, a cold light flickered in his mouth.
"What are your names?" the middle-aged scribe suddenly asked, his tone indifferent.
"…….."
Childlike face and white hair
The old man raised his eyebrows and glanced again at the humane monk brought by his old friend.
"Ask for our names? Hahaha, boy, are you dissatisfied? But even if you know our names, so what. You still can't escape the fate of being eaten by us." The young man licked his tongue and said teasingly: " My name is Wei Yang, and I am the one destined to eat your eggs."
"Weiyang, what a good name. No wonder you have to eat eggs. I'll remember it." The middle-aged scribe nodded.
"Oh, remember what?" The young man laughed and asked.
"Of course I remember to let you eat eggs, but they are your own eggs."
Everyone saw the middle-aged scribe smiling slightly. Even though he was in danger, he didn't seem to be afraid. He was both angry and funny. It's just an ant, what can it do?
"Then I want to taste your eggs first." The young man laughed, with a hint of madness on his face, and stepped towards the middle-aged scribe, intending to kill him instantly.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, a sword sound, like a majestic bell, knocked the young man away.
"Everyone, the poisoning is too deep." Qiuye Haitang took action, walking in front of the middle-aged scribe with a sword in his hand, blocking the young man from rushing forward.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Qiuye. Fellow Taoist Yang is just joking. This person came with you, so of course this person can only be dealt with by you." The old man with white hair and childlike face hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.
"Haha, I'm not poisoned. I'm number 96 in the Hundred Sword Manual. I want to see how capable I am." After the young man's body was shaken back, his expression changed.
"The heart of origin is very important. Just because you are an old friend of Jinshan Immortal Lord, you are not qualified to share a share of the pie with me. You must share it with this person." The young man said reluctantly: "His brain, I’m going to make a decision.”
"Fellow Daoist Yang!" the beautiful woman spoke: "Gentleness breeds talent. This humane cultivator does not have a strong source of demonic origin. He must only have a trace of it in his body. He will not offend the ninety-sixth sword of the Hundred Sword Manual. sword."
Everyone present was of similar strength. Except for the old man surnamed Jin, who is ranked 98th in the Hundred Sword Manual, the rest are not qualified to be included.
But there is strength in numbers, and young men and boys will not back down.
"Everyone in the world knows that the Saint Saint is looking for a son-in-law, the Suzaku Holy Body... In order to become her Taoist companion, all the pilgrims from the Saint will go to compete outside the territory. If they are discovered by those divine pilgrims first, There is no way that the Origin Heart will fall into our hands." The old man surnamed Jin reminded.
"Then I will eat him even more." The young man said ferociously.
“…”
"Fellow Taoist Qiuye... This is Taoist Wang Peng from the Ten Thousand Poison Sword Sect in Southern Xinjiang." The old man surnamed Jin said again.
"Southern Xinjiang Ten Thousand Poison Sword Sect, Qiu remembers it." Qiuye Haitang looked at the boy and said: "You are too deeply poisoned and cannot suppress the desire for the origin in your body. I will not blame you for this. But he is me Disciple, whoever eats it will die, including you and those who are behind you, they will also die."
The domineering words and the fact that the sword was not unsheathed yet exuded extremely strong sword power made everyone present change their expressions.
"Your swordsmanship has become even more powerful." The old man surnamed Jin raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder you dare to take a humane monk to the outside world. You want to use pressure to make him enter Xuanxuan in a short period of time. It seems that You really care about this disciple. You even let him feel it in advance
The origin of the devil. "
"I am invincible under fifty swords." Qiuye Haitang looked at the three greedy monks with an expressionless face, and drove the middle-aged scribe away.
"The people are here, you can try."
“…”
The young man and the strange-looking monk looked at each other, and then smiled and said: "As fellow Taoist Jin said, I am just joking, how can I really share this young man?"
"Young people are formidable. Facing the threats of several sword immortals, you are still as stable as a mountain. It's amazing. Fellow Taoist Qiu, you really have a good disciple." The old man surnamed Jin said with emotion.
"Haha." The young man refused to accept it. He was invincible against fifty swords with a hundred swords. This was extremely arrogant.
He was about to speak, but when he heard the beautiful woman's voice, his expression suddenly changed, and then he laughed evilly.
"When things are done, will you be able to practice dual cultivation with me and become familiar with it?" the young man said in a message.
The beautiful woman nodded, looked at Qiuye Begonia, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It's all a misunderstanding. They haven't integrated their origins for too long, so they are a little anxious. They are not like this on weekdays."
"Since it is a misunderstanding, Qiu will forget about the past grudges. The most important thing now is the heart of origin." Haitang shook his head and smiled. Since these three people are willing to give in, there is no need to continue the stalemate.
"Remember, everyone's words cannot be believed. If we say where the origin of the demon is closest, then it is undoubtedly these people. If it weren't for the Sword Ancestor's ban, the human race would not be able to kill each other. If time is tight, I will kill these people. A few people can seize the remaining essence in the body. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still flesh. These few people can at least extend my wife's life span of hundreds of thousands of years."
Chu Cheng was a little surprised that Qiuye Begonia could actually transmit a voice and tell him directly what was in his heart.
Aren't you afraid that you will tell these people about this?
Maybe Qiuye Begonia didn't take herself into consideration. Or maybe it was Qiuye Begonia transmitting a piece of information from herself.
That is, Qiuye Begonia no longer feels the need to eat herself.
If this trip does not go well, he will lose his mind and violate the temple's prohibition. Even if someone discovers the matter in the future, he will fall into an endless pursuit and step into the abyss.
……..
The black corridor leads to the intersection between the fifth and sixth heavens.
"No one has found the connection between the seventh and eighth heavens. Therefore, the ghost land only connects the fifth and sixth heavens." The old man surnamed Jin walked at the front, holding a soul candle in his hand. It lights up the front and dispels the chill from all directions.
In the ten heavens outside the territory, the colder air becomes more intense as you go higher.
"Is there any danger at the intersection? What should I pay attention to?" Qiuye Haitang walked at the back, looking at the back of the middle-aged scribe walking in front, and asked.
Even Qiuye Haitang, a master of the Hundred Swords Manual, is extremely cautious and has never set foot on the fifth level.
"What should you pay attention to..." The old man surnamed Jin turned his head slightly and said: "Don't look at it too much, don't keep it in your mind."
The lamp in his hand went out, and thousands of rays of light shone in the dark corridor.
This is an endless starry sky with bright nebulae, even dancing, showing ultimate beauty. This is extremely unfamiliar to many people in the infinite world.
The ultimate beauty gives people a strange feeling.
If it could be transformed into this starry sky, would it be so spectacular and beautiful?
