Chapter 110: Infernal Affairs between Immortals and Demons

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After listening to Song Qingwen's confession, the little Lolita, who was called Aunt Li, restrained all the frivolity and joking on her face.

Becoming a little gloomy.

"But you know, since you smashed Xiyuanjiao's head with one finger thirty years ago, you can never go back. You can only be a Demon Sect monk, a member of the Ten Demon Sect's Demon Wind Hall Second Elder." Aunt Li said.

Song Qingwen put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"One hundred and seventy years ago, it was you, my aunt, who rescued me in Gushan. You also used the technique of teaching in dreams to bring me to the Zhenwu Sect. As Lin Huan, I lived in the Zhenwu Sect for three years. Those three years The past three years have been the most relaxing and happiest three years for me. So even if you ask me to return to the Demon Sect and lurk in three years later, I will do it all." Song Qingwen's tone was full of complicated emotions.

Click! Click!

A layer of the world away, Song Qingwen's good disciple Ke Xiaoliang was eating melon seeds.

The bloody drama of emotional entanglement between good and evil was poisonous when it happened to him.

If it happens to someone else... then it can be a source of laughter!

"Xi Yuanjie is a hypocrite. He is not worthy of my aunt, so I killed him. Anyway, it is reasonable and reasonable for a devil of my demon to kill a righteous monk... No one will be suspicious. And because I killed him, Successfully entered the top ranks of the Demon Sect." Song Qingwen continued to say slowly.

When he said the last sentence, the emotion in his tone became dull and straightforward, as if he had said it once, yesterday morning he ate two steamed buns, one stuffed with cabbage and one stuffed with pickled mustard.

Aunt Li's eyes became increasingly complicated.

She sighed faintly, and then said: "I coaxed you to take the risk of lurking in the Demon Sect to deliver news for me. What's the difference between me and Xi Yuanjie? Aren't we equally hypocritical? We are not right like this. Should they be a couple? After all...no one is nobler than the other."

"I know!" Song Qingwen turned around and stared at Aunt Li suddenly.

Hot and intense emotions suddenly burst out in his eyes.

"Human nature is selfish. I can't ignore his hypocrisy because I hypocritically want to use this excuse to kill him. I ignore your hypocrisy because I have evil thoughts about you. Your hypocrisy makes I think I can take chances. As long as I still have value, as long as my value is getting higher and higher, then you... will not abandon me, let alone ignore me. Even if you are in vain with me, as long as I want to see you , you will definitely come to see me." Song Qingwen finished this sentence with intense emotion.

It seems hard to believe that this was not what he meant.

Karma, Karma!

Ke Xiaoliang opened a bag of potato chips and ate them happily.

A can of Feizhai happy water that he created at random really made him very happy at the moment.

"This... although I don't know my master very well. But judging from his usual behavior... he doesn't seem to be such an emotional person. Did I misjudge him?"

Ke Xiaoliang swallowed the fat house water in his mouth and touched his chin in thought.

Of course, this is not worth Ke Xiaoliang's waste of brain cells.

Frankly speaking, Ke Xiaoliang didn't care at all what kind of person Song Qingwen was.

All he cares about is whether Song Qingwen's identity as a spy may be exposed in the short term.

Although Ke Xiaoliang was confident, he could still escape from the Demon Sect even if he was implicated by Song Qingwen.

However, it is easy to enjoy the shade under the big trees.

If you can stay in the Demon Sect for a while longer, you can use the resources of the Demon Sect to practice.

Then why bother wandering around the world, trying so hard to think of ways to harvest resources and find methods?

Aunt Li turned her back and refused to look at the excited and fierce expression on Song Qingwen's face.

As if she had regained her composure, Aunt Li changed the subject and said, "You specifically gave me a blood talisman and brought me into this world, wasn't it just to tell me these things?"

Song Qingwen took a deep breath, and then said: "Originally, I just used this place as a convenient place for us to meet each other, but now... you may not know it, aunt. There is another divine realm above this world. As long as you enter the divine realm, With plot points, you can create everything, and even extract all the created materials into reality at a certain cost."

As he spoke, Song Qingwen began to explain the post-nuclear wasteland world to Aunt Li in detail, as well as the divine realm beyond it.

After listening to Song Qingwen's explanation, Aunt Li couldn't help but clicked her tongue and said: "What you said is true, then something really...is going to happen. This wasteland world is nothing more than the whole world." The resources are all concentrated in the Ten Demon Sect, and we have nothing to fear. As for the nuclear bombs in this world, they should not be that powerful. There are differences in the rules of the world. A nuclear bomb, a powerful world-destroying weapon, is not universally applicable in other worlds. The rate shouldn’t be high. To fully unleash its power, someone needs to be proficient in the rules of the two worlds and then harmonize them.”

Obviously, Aunt Li had unknowingly figured out what Song Qingwen was doing.

"But God's Domain... This is really amazing. As long as you have plot points, you can redeem everything... This is really amazing!"

"I must return to reality immediately and report this matter to the leader." Aunt Li continued.

Song Qingwen took out a box of jade medals, handed them to Aunt Li and said, "I tried to create these in the God's Realm by imitating the blood talisman. I will pay plot points to let you bring them back to reality. These jade medals should all be It can only be used once to bring a person into the wasteland world. There are twenty jade medals in total, so you have to use them carefully."

"After the candidates are selected and enter the wasteland world, I will find a way to arrange it for you so that you can all get a certain evaluation in a short period of time. When you leave the wasteland world, each of you can bring back at least ten cards. Blood Talisman.”

"In just a few rounds, the Zhenwu Sect's manpower in this wasteland world will be full."

"Until then, let's start plotting things in the God's Domain."

"The Divine Realm... is some kind of miracle that exists in the dark. It will definitely not be concealed and will affect the entire world of practice. It is also extremely important to seize the opportunity. If anyone lags behind here, they may be able to do it in the future. It is one level behind the entire mainstream practice circle. Even with the background of the Zhenwu Sect, it cannot withstand such a setback."

"So... Aunt Li! Please talk to the head in detail and don't be careless!"

Aunt Li took a box of jade medals and said with firm eyes: "Okay! I'll leave now and I'll come see you next time. And...you be careful, we will let out the news that the blood talisman is here from the Galaxy Sect." .The Galaxy Sect and our Zhenwu Sect are allies, and they should maintain a considerable degree of tacit understanding."

Song Qingwen nodded calmly.

It seems that as long as Zhen Wuzong can be good, it doesn't matter what happens to him.

I saw Aunt Li's figure disappearing before my eyes.

Song Qingwen's whole body felt relaxed and at ease.

He suddenly returned to his original scientific madman state.

"Zhenwu... Dang Mo... Ha!" An inexplicable smile appeared on Song Qingwen's face.

The potato chips that Ke Xiaoliang was putting in his mouth were shocked to the ground.

"This... what exactly does he want to do? This attitude doesn't sound like a traitor, but more like a traitor...?" Ke Xiaoliang was confused by Song Qingwen's operation.