Chapter 1216 Sa Jie
The topic was immediately brought to the right track.
Fang Geyu and Six Senses both know that the True Ancestor Evil God cannot be used to delay jokes.
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 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.
< br>Facts have proved that your plan was successful, and the True Ancestor Evil God has become exhausted."
Bailian: "..."
So Miss Doll still wants to continue this terrible thing. And it’s not an embarrassing topic?
Ninety-Nine'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 has been completely suppressed by the Corpse Forest, it must be as she said... the end of the war.
Bailian covered his lips with his fist, coughed twice, glanced at Jiujiu, and said, "So Miss Fuhuo still wants to continue the topic of soul circuits?"
Ninety-nine Tenth Consciousness said with a generally indifferent expression: "I think it is very important to solve the problem of the True Ancestor Evil God, and we should do it without delay."
The Sixth Consciousness 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 her 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.
Hmm...
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?
The doll Yinghuo was born to protect human beings and serve mainly the blood of Shifang. This also led to a drama of female competition with her.
Very good, very good.
Fang Geyu gritted his teeth and sneered, not giving this thoughtful puppet a chance to express himself. He put his palm between the sword blades, and blood marks suddenly appeared. The blood gushing from the wound was smeared all over the place. Fang Jian comes up.
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.
Bailian casually took the Shifang Sword, and the power of Sishui Divine Source immediately condensed on her fingertips, and was placed between the wounds in her palm. She gently wiped it, and the wound was immediately repaired without leaving a trace.
Although Bailian's expression is very calm and natural at the moment, this kind of subconscious tender concern is often the most real.
Fang Geyu's little eyebrows were raised proudly, and there was no sense of coquettishness in his tone, but he shouted in pain:
"I was injured when I was a child, and my mother would blow on me before applying medicine. . "
Bailian was startled. Miss Fang, who had fallen into the big snake's belly and was badly injured, didn't even cry out in pain. How could she be so pretentious today?
He was not a fool. He knew that Fang Geyu probably felt suffocated in his heart, lowered his eyes and smiled.
Bailian held up her white, scarless little hand, blew gently on her non-existent wound, and said, "Okay, now the pain is gone. ”
His tone was like coaxing a child.
Ninety-Nine Eyelids raised, 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, and there is no need to spend so much time cutting my palms and smearing blood. . ”
This posture is indeed powerful and bluffing, but the sword soul of Shifang Sword has been fully awakened, and who wields it is not all in Fang Geyu’s mind.
The Shifang Sword is a sword of 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 use the power of the Shifang Sword to a greater extent, right?
< br>After all, for the True Ancestor Evil God, ninety-nine times you will I can work hard for more than ten years and even turn myself into a disposable chess piece.
My blood is just a little bit, so what’s the fuss about?”
Smiley face? Underneath, he was filled with resentment.
Ninety-Nine 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 Ninety-nine in the future."
Fang Geyu seemed a little surprised, and at the same time he was surprised. Involuntarily, a trace of imperceptible relief and joy arose.
Behind this secret emotion, only she knew what meaning her name held for the puppet.
Compared with Fang Geyu’s hidden joy, the 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.
It was just that at that time, she was more confused and interested because someone could bring orders and marks for her. She was more curious and novel about the name Fu Huodui.
So I would never 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 truly 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 hooked his fingers at her, saying: "The sword has been given to him, I think... is there any relationship between us? There are also some accounts, it’s time to sort them out?”
Jiujiu narrowed his eyes and took half a step back.
But as soon as her body moved, a hand fell on her shoulder, gently holding her back. 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.
When Jiujiu heard this, his 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?"
Bailian snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "One can let you do whatever you want to her. "
Fang Ge's eyebrows almost flew up at this moment. The corners of her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she clenched her hands into fists and cracked her knuckles.
“The one who knows me is Si Chen.”
Ninety-nine still wanted to retreat, but the command in her body seemed to be answered, and her body suddenly trembled. He 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.
Fang Geyu was naturally not going to be polite to him, so he stepped over without even acknowledging his relatives, and sat down carelessly leaning on the simple and heavy sword, and then patted his thigh, uncle. He commanded as if:
"Come here, remember to lift your butt up a little higher."
New grudges and old grievances, shouldn't this be settled with her?
Liu Shi couldn't help but show a sympathetic look 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 swam quickly towards the depths of the lake.
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The rain was pouring down, and the lightning was thundering in the night. Shu Ci’s hair and clothes were white, and he stood barefoot on the eaves of an ancient house. Above, his eyes were 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 this space.
In the thousands of crystal clear raindrops, strange blue vertical pupils began to appear.
The vertical pupils flashed tightly for a moment, and then disappeared. Instead, there was a colorful scene in the building, which was gradually annihilated 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 under 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.
"噌!噌!噌!噌!噌!噌!"
Rows of stone lanterns with the outline of sheep's horns suddenly lit up one after another in an instant, exuding a dark and uncertain forest. Cold green light.
The scenery around Shu Ci has completely changed.
There was neither wind nor rain for thousands of miles. 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.
The endless bamboo trees seemed to have been bent down by this strange and cold darkness. They were low and squat, and the tops of the bamboo trees were bent and fell to the ground.
It was as if the bamboo was forced to kneel down and kowtow in worship.
Under the bleak light of the residual green emitted from the horn lamp, the old bamboos look even greener. On each bamboo tree, there are 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 stools, seven lamps, and a red-faced umbrella hang in the center.
Under the umbrella, beside the square table, sat 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 clearly that this man full of corpse energy did not come from Zhongyou.
He is a demon cultivator.
A monk who practices the two paths of evil and evil.
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 it was almost impossible to 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 skin can be seen.
The only thing that distinguishes him from those hidden demon cultivators is that he has a black bracelet tied around his wrist, and between the rope is an oval fluorescent lamp made of amber-like material. Microstone.
As he drank tea, the fluorescent stone gently swayed between his wrists, emitting a faint blue light like the stars.
The pure spiritual energy emitted by the stone is by no means something that was born from the demon clan. Instead, it looks more like a magic weapon among the immortals.
Although Shu Ci was 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, even annihilating all the creatures in a plane, just like killing 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 tips exploded into mist.
"You are not a demon, but an evil 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 managed to 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 projected 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, there have only been two people.
The first is the former leader of the Demon Sect, Zhaohe.
The second one is the leader of the evil cultivators, Taoist Sa Jie.
(End of this chapter)