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Wait?

An Qisheng's eyes flashed slightly.

Mu Yan muttered to himself: "I have waited for more than a thousand years, when will I get it? The little demon is almost here, and I can't complete your request ..."

Under inexplicable guidance, the past flashed through Mu's heart.

The mountains are fighting fiercely ... by being demoted from the sky by the demons ... wondering souls and prolonging life ... I feel that the limit is approaching ...

All of my life flowed through my mind until many many years ago ...

Many, many years ago, at that time, he was just a weed. He was psychic and chaotic in the ghost. One day, a god-man descended from the sky, and the swelling air wave overwhelmed a large number of ghost weeds.

The shape of the **** is uncertain, and the whole body is filled with a tumble of terror, which seems to be experiencing a war.

After he landed, he leaned down and scooped up the weeds that were uprooted by the wind, and sighed softly:

"It is the hardest thing for a plant to come into being, but it is my fault. It ’s a fate when it comes to encounters. This turmoil is not a place of safety and security. I will send you to the world and wait for me. If that happens, I promise you the role of god.

If it doesn't, if it doesn't, let this decaying world disappear together ... "

As he said, his eyes lighted up.

The memories came to an abrupt end.

"what?"

An Qisheng frowned. The picture was not cut off by him, but he felt a strong resistance.

Mu Yi ’s mental fluctuations were intense to the limit in an instant, and under his body trembling, it was unexpectedly rid of An Qisheng ’s influence and suddenly woke up:

"you you!"

Mu Yi's body was trembling, his eyes were red, and his complexion suddenly became haggard.

But in an instant, he calmed down again, and was completely lost.

His body was shaking, a hint of invisibility that was invisible to the naked eye dissipated, the divine sense in the light of the eyes was getting dimmer, the body was getting older, and it had exuded the decaying smell in the long-repaired houses.

The mood swings make him dissipate faster.

Many of the pictures were captured by An Qisheng one by one, and my mind was slightly clear and complicated:

"That's, impermanence?"

Mu Yanben kept his mouth shut, and when he heard the name tremble, he couldn't help but correct: "It's Qiye ..."

"Bai Wuchang thanks Qiye ..."

An Qisheng glanced at this wooden charm, his eyes rippled, and he sighed softly:

"Unfortunately, you are about to die ..."

This wooden charm is indescribable to the impermanence of impermanence. It can no longer be described by awe and loyalty. It is almost a mad believer's devotion to the spirit.

For more than a thousand years, it has grown from a weed to today's four-land wood charm. It has never been in Annuo County, and even for most of the time, it was hidden in the forest as a plant.

The reason why he finally went out to plunder the living soul was because his limit had been reached.

In order to continue to wait and complete the impermanent entrustment, he had to go out to plunder the soul, and it was for this reason that after the blow of the magic seal cut off the possibility of extending his life limit.

He would be so crazy.

It is for this reason that he can get rid of his influence when he touches his deepest memories.

"Yeah, dying ..."

There was a sorrow of sadness on the old face of the wooden crumpled tree-like bark, and he knelt down to the ground, slamming to the ground, tears flowing down:

"Qiye, Qiye, the little demon is going to die,

I just ca n’t wait for you to wait for the little demon. The little devil will not stare at death.

The memories he recalled made him feel agitated, and everything before his death made him unable to calm down.

For a while, he had forgotten the others.

The body was getting more and more decaying, and the dissipated breath became faster and faster. Nine sound heads were buckled, and the entire human body was already decaying.

Where the drops of tears fell, the green grass was shaded, and it spread slowly all over the place, putting a layer of green on the black hill.

The strange monster was born between heaven and earth, and naturally returned to heaven and earth after death.

The demon soul is broken.

Powerless.

A little bit of crystal green light wafted in the sky, and it was blown by the wind like rain to the surrounding mountains, and the green where it fell was born, one after another.

After the war, vitality descended on the ruins of this mountain.

However, it will take at least several decades to become a tree-lined and flourishing scene like that before.

Kakaka ~

Nine beatings, the wooden clog's body has already dissipated nearly half, and cracks have cracked everywhere on the body like dead wood, and the old face without human appearance has lost its light.

He stretched his arms, which had been transformed into dead wood, into the ground. At the last moment, he just wanted to return to the days when he had grown up in the nether world carefreely.

If so, it would be nice to meet Qiye .......

But he did not fulfill his old man's request ...

At this point, the thought completely broke up, and for the last moment of his passing, he seemed to hear the gentle sigh of the Taoist man behind him:

"Actually, you waited."

Waiting?

Is it ... is he?

The wooden shiver trembled for a moment, and the last ray of life was completely dissipated with a drop of tears.

Huh ~

The breeze blew, raising An Qisheng's robes, and also scattered the wooden body into a powdered body.

Below the powder, a stubborn green grass emerged stubbornly.

An Qisheng overlooked the green forest under the night, and whispered to himself:

"Bai Wuchang Xie Qi, huh, it's interesting ..."

The man who hadn't seen him but had made him like Lei Guaner's white impermanence, thanked Qiye and waited for himself.

There was no reason for this, but An Qisheng realized something.

There are so many qi machines in this world, and it is extremely difficult to get a correct result, but his control of himself is no longer limited to the physical body, luck, qi machine, and even the good and evil intentions of others in the meditation. Plot

Du faintly can be seen through the hanging mirror in his heart.

An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, and it seemed that a sigh of thousands of years ago really appeared in his ear:

"If it doesn't work, if it doesn't work, let this decaying world disappear together ..."

What does he want to tell himself?

Why does he think he will come?

What does that mean?

Umbra Prince Festival?

All kinds of thoughts appeared and slain in the heart, An Qi grew up, catching the yellow dog running with the sound of whistling wind, and stepped down this barren mountain.

Man has all kinds of emotions and thoughts. Curiosity is human nature. An Qisheng has never thought of cutting his own thoughts, but his heart is like a miracle, and he has his own rules. No thoughts can affect his behavior.

Bai Wuchang Xie Qi, the Ninth Mansion King Sacrifice, a piece of Taoism, and even the entire emperor heaven, he has great curiosity in his heart.

But he knew exactly when and when.

........

call!

The wind stopped, and the fox Taoist slowly exhaled a long breath, and the cold sweat on his body wet the fur, and the whole person was a little bit uncertain, and the spirit was up and down a little.

Papa ~

As he stopped, little red foxes fell down, screaming shouting, some holding his legs coquettishly, some crawling on him, circles around him, and a smoky cigarette running towards the distance of.

"My little ancestor, you have such a big thing today, how dare you run away?"

The fox Taoist beckoned and held on to the top of the most naughty little red fox.

The latter stuck his tongue motionless and pretended to be dead.

"You."

Fox Taoist sighed helplessly.

It's not easy for a beast to give birth to spiritual wisdom. Even if he has become a demon, his descendants may not be able to give birth to spiritual wisdom. These few little red foxes are already few of his descendants.

It's just too difficult.

Unless you leave Daqing, these four places are respected by humans, but the place under the rule of the Emperor Heaven and the Ten Emperors outside Daqing is far more brutal than Daqing.

It is the true meaning of the existence of thousands of souls to one person, whether they still want it, or even the ghost head.

It is the Emperor Shima who needs them.

Where does he dare to go?

It's not just him, all demons are also general.

"It shouldn't be long here."

Hudao people glanced at a few little foxes: "Go, bring all the scriptures, let's move!"

"Old ancestors! Let's run away. It's so dangerous here. What's the use of carrying thick and big broken things?"

The crimson opening of the little red fox carrying the top peel:

"Let's run away now!"

"Run you ghost!"

Hudao people hate iron and steel. They knocked the little fox hard and looked at other little foxes with a humor.

Yeah!

The other little foxes fled and ran towards the empty Jiaoyuan Temple ruins not far away.

Looking at the ruined Jiaoyuan Temple, remembering the wooden clog that almost died when a deep magic seal was practiced in the mountains, the fox Taoist deeply sighed:

"The world is big, and where is my waiting place ...?"

Between heaven and earth, not only humans, demons, ghosts, demons, monsters, but also hard lives.

Even if the world ’s great demon at the level of Emperor Ten Thousands, will encounter the Netherfu monarch born in the sky, no enemies such as the Netherfu monarch will encounter ‘heavenly condemnation’.

In this world, in this world, who can be happy and who can be comfortable?

Turning his thoughts, he heard an exclamation from the courtyard.

"Ok?!"

The hudao people's complexion changed, and a leap had been crossed into the ruins of Jiaoyuan Temple ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Before he landed, he saw a group of little red foxes '叽叽喳喳' around a small milk dog Screamed, there seemed to be no danger, which relieved him.

But before he could send it down completely, he raised a heart that didn't let go for a long time.

I saw in the middle of the ruins, at the edge of a dry well, a man in white clothes standing with his back to his back.

The Taoist is not high or low, but he feels so towering in his induction. He is like a little ant, trembling with help.

This man is clearly the former Taoist man in white.

He was terrified in his heart and did not dare to move.

An Qisheng ignored the meaning of the fox Taoist and listened to the movement in the well.

He threw a stone into the well, and by this time he had not heard the sound of the stone falling to the ground.

This seems to be a bottomless pit.