Chapter 93:

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One hundred years ago, the mysterious son who had just stepped into the magical period was the only one of the four demon statues, and reversed the situation of the war, so that the Yaozu had to sign the peace contract; one hundred years later, the Xuan Lingzi appeared again and entered In the mid-term of the gods, it brought news of the two-nation truce.
When his words fell, a clear dragon would ring through the world. The narrow and graceful white dragon hovered down from the nine days and landed in front of the mysterious spirit. The cold wind was mixed with sharp and biting water vapor, and almost the magic mountain was turned over.
However, Xuan Lingzi stood in front of the crowd and stepped forward slightly, and he smothered the wrath of this noble and beast.
The two had a confrontation on the magic mountain, and their eyes were opposite. The fierce and fierce spirits collided in midair, causing a great earthquake. Eventually, he left the shout and flew away. Xuan Lingzi took back the powerful pressure and stood on the top of the magic mountain, overlooking the demon army in the wrong place.
This war is over.
From the chaos of Yunzhou to the final battle of the Magic Mountain, the two sides only played for one month, but it has caused irreparable damage.
Yunzhou was slaughtered, and the corpse was everywhere; the Yaozu sacrificed and the blood flowed into the river. In the end, I didn’t even know whether the Terran died a lot or whether the Yaozu died more. Yunzhou has become an empty city. However, in order to create a sky-breaking sea, the dead demon can also be counted with millions.
When this war ended abruptly, the surviving human beings did not feel so fortunate.
Above Yunzhou, the only remaining mortal looks numbly to clean up their broken homes. Some mortals chose to leave here and move to other places; but some mortal people have clearly lost all their family members, but they still stubbornly return to here and rebuild their homes.
The leaves fall back to the roots, where they were born, and where they died.
The geographical location of Yunzhou is dangerous, but it is a place where they grow up.
The monks began to deal with these mortal problems, and Fei Huazong and Gui Yuanzong also sent personnel to help these mortal countries establish a law. The smallest array is in the village, one by one; the biggest array is to defend each country's national defense, each large array will cost the efforts of a Mahayana monk, no half a year, absolutely impossible to complete .
This is the current situation in Yunzhou, and it is also the situation in Mingzhou, Chaozhou and Zhangzhou bordering the Yaozu.
The demon domain closest to the demon environment is already dead. The blood of humans and monsters infiltrated into the land, making the dark brown soil more intense. Perhaps the red color on the earth is made up of blood, it is so red, so red is so shocking.
On that day, when Xuan Lingzi forced the Jin to leave with the pressure of the middle of the god, he turned away with the fainting past, and did not give any explanation to the Yaozu.
The demon respects the criminal crisis and the demon honour. They naturally cannot doubt that the mysterious spirit is swindling them, because there is no place for this kind of thing to deceive. When the last heavenly demon is behind, the demon is the deserved master of the demon. If he really wants to talk to humans, then it is equivalent to the demon wanting to talk to humans.
And if Xuan Lingzi is really cheating on them, why would you say a specific number?
ten years.
What does this number mean? The criminal crisis and the shackles do not understand for the time being, but they do not prevent them from going back and asking for the eternal elders. And Xuan Lingzi has entered the middle of the of the gods, and they are definitely not the opponents of the mysterious spirits. Even Jin Jin has left, and they are now the right choice to turn around and leave.
When the two demons looked at each other and they waved their arms to let the demon army withdraw, they did not find that the long figure of the pen was suddenly slammed, and the steps at the foot stopped slightly.
After Xuan Lingzi turned around, his face suddenly went white. His back was still straight, and the horrible pressure of the monk was not weakened. However, a trace of blood flowed down his lips and gently dripped on the collar of Luo gradually clear, such as Ink like a smudge.
When Xuan Lingzi entered Luo Daqing and entered the hall of the Magic Road, he coughed violently and immediately spit out a black blood.
When Yu Qingzi saw his face change, he quickly said: "Teacher, what's wrong with you!"
Xuan Lingzi's movement gently put Luo gradually cleared down, said: "Sister, you should look at the situation gradually."
Where Yu Qingzi had the heart to manage Luo Qingqing, she hurriedly said: "I have already used the spiritual knowledge to explore and gradually clear up. He just lost the spiritual power, and the Yuanshen suffered a little injury. You hand me the hand, your cultivation is far beyond me, I can't diagnose it directly with your knowledge."
Xuan Lingzi shook his hand and directly put Luo Qingqing's hand into the hands of Yu Qingzi's sage. In the horrified eyes of the latter, he calmly said a fact that he was light and the people around him were scared. Just listen to him saying: "When I left the land of the North, I met the old man and played with him once. He has already entered the heavens, and the strength cannot be underestimated, so I suffered a slight injury. It doesn't get in the way. Just to get here, so I didn't stop to heal."
Guanglingzi Supreme did not dare to say: "Is it impossible for the old man to step into the heavens?"
The white ancestors also said with amazement: "This... How is this possible? As far as I know, the eternal age has stopped at least seven thousand years at the peak of the earth. People in the world know that he has not entered the heavens. Why did he suddenly step into the heavens?!"
Xuan Lingzi Feng Guan drooping, faintly sweeping the white family ancestors, no snoring.
While everyone was thinking about it, a figure flew in from the temple door. The chest of the person is still oozing blood and his face is very poor, but he came directly here. The first sentence is: "How is Luo gradually clear?"
Everyone turned to look at him, and Xuan Lingzi blinked his eyes and looked at each other.
What followed was the rule of the Magic Road, the left guardian Qin Guihe, and the right guardian Qin Siyi. Qin Guihe said anxiously: "The palace owner, you have not healed the old wound and added new injuries, you should hurry to heal !"
Magic Qianqiu did not answer. He looked straight at the Xuan Lingzi. The two men’s eyes touched each other in the air. It looked like the most dull confrontation, but it seemed to have sparks and screaming. In the end, Yuzongzi's sages couldn't stand it, and took the magic away.
As a master of Dan Xiu, she can't sit idly by such a seriously injured person.
Xuan Lingzi's injury is heavy, but he can heal himself; Luo gradually clears the wound is not multiple, Xuan Lingzi can heal him.
However, the injury of the magical autumn makes Yu Qingzi very difficult.
A few days ago, she was healed for the magic of the autumn, with the eighth-order Shen Dan as the introduction, stealing the thunder of the sky, repairing the heart and bones that had been removed from the damage; now, the magic Qian Qiu was actually hurt by the heart, and This time is far more dangerous than the last time, even the heart has been taken out directly!
For the average mortal, the heart is dead, without exception; for ordinary monks, they have no way to live without being cut. Only the top talents such as Magic Qianqiu can cut out their own hearts and put them back, but the wounds of the heart are not so well healed.
"The demon lord is a demon, he is a beast, he can cut his heart, how can you?" The mortal has a sentence called the doctor's parents, and this is not used in the Yuqingzi sage, she does not apply, she While he was healing for the magic, he said bitterly: "The only one in this world is the only one that has lost its heart. It can still be alive for thousands of years. Our human body is not as strong as the Yaozu, although you have cultivated it as a realm. But the life is..."
The sound came to an abrupt end, and Yu Qingzi’s sage suddenly found himself talking too much.
When she saw the scars covered by the magic, she had already forgotten who was standing opposite. Especially the scar on the chest, she was scared. Such injuries are fatal to any monk. It can even be said that the following robbery will definitely die.
However, this is not the reason why she can poke the scars of others.
After a long sigh, Yu Qingzi said: "I don't mention it, it's my fault, don't care."
Demon, but his eyes looked at the ground freely, and he did not seem to hear the words of Yu Qingzi. Upon seeing it, Yu Qingzi was speechless and fortunate. It was speechless that there were such monks in the world, and even dared to ignore the shackles of a Dan Xiu; fortunately, his words were not noticed by the devil, otherwise... less than fifty years Life is really too cruel.
This time, the injury of the heart is enough to make the demon statue only have a life span of fifty years.
Fifty years later, it broke into the reincarnation, the animal path of 3.61 million, and the torture of 3.61 million.
Thinking of this, Yu Qingzi's sage can't help but tremble. Although the person who received such a fine is not her, she is also a cold, can not imagine such a day. That is how desperate reincarnation, once the pride of the heavens that the world admires, but then the animals that everyone can deceive.
Yu Qingzi shook his head and sighed in his heart: If you can take a 50-year truce, you can let this magic enjoy the last time.
In the partial hall, the young ciliary feathers lying on the bed trembled, but for a long time, Luo gradually cleared his eyes and woke up.
When he woke up, he felt that the whole body was broken, and the veins seemed to be crushed into pieces. Dantian also felt like a thousand needles stabbing. He wants to turn over, but he feels unable to control his body, wants to get up, and can't even move his arms.
This feeling of being unable to control the body is too tormented. Luo gradually wants to use the power of strength to see what he is now, but he has just run a little spiritual power and suddenly he is pulled into a warm embrace. in.
The body suddenly became stiff, and the cold lotus scent poured into the nose.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and listened to a soft sigh in his ear: "Peace." The warm breath blew to his ear, as if it was a delicate kiss, making his ear tip red. Thousands of emotions suddenly come to mind.
Luo gradually wants to turn around, but still can't move, as if he found his predicament, Xuan Lingzi put his palm on his lower back and gently lost a trace of spiritual power. In an instant, "Jiu Lian Tian Tian Lu" quickly worked, fiercely seized the aura between the heavens and the earth, and also let Luo gradually find that his body was originally because the spiritual power was too powerful to be able to move.
However, at this moment, Luo gradually cleared his mind and did not bother to pay attention to such a problem. He immediately turned around and saw the man at a glance.
This eye suddenly became infinitely long.
At the moment of binocular vision, Luo gradually seemed to hear his heart tremble. Surprise, excitement, hardship, sourness, his throat slowly and bitter, his eyes are a little moist. Luo gradually cleared his eyes and closed his own behavior like a little girl.
However, he is sore eyes, sore heart, even the pain of the body can not care, it is aggrieved.
After Xuan Lingzi was trapped in the dry mountains, Luo gradually cleared up too many things. The fall of Mo Qiu, the crisis of Buddhism and Yunxiang, the demon army attacked 36 states, and the battlefield of devastated blood and blood everywhere...
In the face of all this, Luo gradually cleared without saying a word, he just accepted everything silently.
When the powerful power of the digital power was about to explode his veins, he did not say a word; when the mighty asked him to take a risk, he did not say a word when he crossed the sky.
In the past six months, Luo has gradually insisted on sticking his teeth, and has survived countless events that can cause ordinary people to collapse.
He is just a fit-in monk who has lived for more than 50 years now. This is the first time he saw the cruel and ruthless war between the two races. However, for the first time, he was asked to go directly to the front line and assume many responsibilities that should not be borne by him.
All things, Luo gradually and silently endured, he did not have time to grieve the fall of his friends, and no time to care for the safety of the loved one. No one would think that he could bear it, and he couldn't even think about it himself. He could only accept it and work hard.
Originally, Luo Qingqing always believed that he was selfish and cold-blooded. In the past life, he was chased by countless monks. He was in danger and almost no one believed him, so he never believed in the world anymore. As long as the mysterious spirit and all the people he cares about are still alive, the lives of others are not related to him. But when he saw Yunzhou in the wild, he finally admitted that he could not be so ruthless.
If the body that can face more than 20 million innocent compatriots still does not change color, then he is not a person, he is a beast.
Now, he has been alone here, and he can finally vent his pain. But in the end, Luo gradually cleared the Xuan Lingzi and buried his face in his shoulder. He didn't cry, but he held it tightly, as if he could seize the other side and dispel the things that were about to crush himself in the past six months.
Xuan Lingzi clung to the youth's body and put the other party into his arms. His eyes were all distressed. His hand gently stroked Luo's body, his movements were gentle, with infinite shackles, and Luo gradually slowly relaxed.
The things in the past six months have also greatly improved the ability of Luo gradually clearing, and he quickly recovered his spirit.
Next, Xuan Lingzi simply said something about the truce between the two families, and at the same time he was healing for Luo. When I heard the truce of the two races, Luo gradually cleared up the joy; but when he heard the last time, Luo gradually cleared his body and suddenly felt it. He remembered: "The magic is a thousand years..." He paused, and he said again: "Master, Devils predecessors, I don’t know how?"
Xuan Lingzi’s gaze changed slightly, and he said:
There is no serious problem with Yu Qingzi’s sister.
The words fell, and he said:
It’s getting clear, you have been in a coma for three days. This time the mountain collapses and the two families The war is a test of life and death for you, but it is also an opportunity. If you can make good use of it, you may be able to break through the muscles of others who have been hardened by others."
Luo gradually silenced for a while and asked: "Master, the devil predecessors really have nothing?"
Xuan Lingzi’s thin lips are slightly sloppy and coveted:
Nature.

Then Luo gradually began to adjust the interest, and Xuan Lingzi guarded the law for him. When the sky is getting darker, Xuan Lingzi is called by Guanglingzi to discuss the war. After he left, Luo gradually opened his eyes and quietly opened the door and left.
When Luo gradually opened the door and left, the Xuan Lingzi who was turning the corner was slightly stunned, and finally there was no buzz.
Going straight along the carved corridor, and then turning two turns, Luo gradually saw the hall. The splendid, carved and painted building, this hall is like its master, imposing, imposing and overbearing beauty filled in every corner of the palace.
Luo gradually sanked outside the door for a while, and never knocked at the door. However, he had not considered it well, and he heard a "Oh," a loud, ten-foot temple door that was silent and open for him.
The soft, soft and dumb voice sounded: "If you have something to look for, please why you must twist and pinch outside the door."
This sentence made Luo gradually stepped in.
After entering, the dark environment made Luo gradually clear his brows. He walked a few more steps forward, but he saw the magic sorcer wearing red gauze sitting at the front of a chessboard and holding up the white light. Tap the point. He wore very little, revealing a large white flat and flat chest. It was clear that both sides were men. Luo gradually became a little embarrassed, and his eyes quickly swept away.
Magic Qianqiu said: "Since it is here, sit down and play chess with the deity."
Luo gradually asked: "I don't know if you will play this mortal chess." As he said, Luo gradually settled down and placed a sunspot.
The face of the magical and colorful autumn looks a bit embarrassing under the faint light of the night pearl. This split made his scar on his left face less obvious, but it was very soft. Even the arrogance of the day was a little less, and it seemed that this face had an amazing beauty.
He said indifferently: "You are just a younger generation, why do you want to know the deity?"
Luo gradually cleared the shackles and held up the sunspots. He said: "What is going on in this matter, ink autumn..."
"The disciple of Xuan Lingzi," the indifferent voice of the devil's autumn interrupted Luo's words, and made him stunned. I saw that the bright and slender peach eyes reflected the brilliance, but the words that came out were very cold. "The deity is only for the disciples of you who are the mysterious sons, only to be slightly closer to you. The son saved the life of the deity a hundred years ago. I waited for the magic to repair the image, but if you are too over-the-moment, the deity will not be tolerant of you because of your master."
Luo gradually cleared his fingers, and the black pieces were thrown into his palm: "墨秋!"
Devils said: "Why should you call the name of the deity?"
Luo gradually stared at him with a burning gaze, saying: "I was in the ninth floor of the Valley of the Flames for three years. After that, I lived through life and death. He saved me many times. I also saved him many times. I Luo gradually has only one life and death friend, even if he gives his life to him, he will never complain." When it comes to this, Luo gradually raises his eyes and looks at the red demon statue. He looks at each other as if he wants to put each other. After seeing it, after a long time, I said in a word: "If you are really my life and death friend, you will not lie to me."
The smile on the face of Mo Qianqiu has long disappeared. He squinted at the scorpion and looked at Luo gradually.
After the two had been watching for a long time, the magic sneer laughed and then laughed.
"Ha ha ha ha, the disciple of the mysterious son, do you think too much? The deity did not understand what you are saying, if you have something, you will speak out, you do not need to hide with the deity. The deity never lie, let alone face For the juniors like you, is the deity still afraid that you will not be?"
Luo gradually became stiff and looked at the demon sorrowful sorrow.
Magic Qianqiu’s finger clicked on the chessboard and said:
It’s your turn.

Luo gradually did not think about it, and subconsciously put the pieces up. After he fell this step, Mo Qianqiu made a laugh from his throat, and Luo gradually looked up at him. I saw that in the dim light, the red yarn beauty hooked a hook and smiled at him: "You have lost."
Luo gradually cleared his brow: "If I can get back to life, can you promise me something, senior?"
Magic Qianqiu raised an eyebrow: "What?"
Luo gradually cleared his face: "You have to answer a question, don't lie."
Magic Qianqiu red lips slightly tilted: "Do you think that after you have played this move, can you win the deity?"
Luo gradually cleared his throat: "Don't you dare?"
Magic Qianqiu red sleeves swayed and said: "Why don't you dare!"
Luo gradually leaned over and bowed, and said: "The younger generation is not welcome."
After an hour, Luo gradually cleared the last one and set the overall situation. The magic look is unchanged, and I can't see the emotions in my heart.
Looking at him like this, Luo gradually tightened his fingers, pressed the nervous emotions in his heart, and his voice trembled. He only said one word, and he found that his voice could not be shaken. After he stabilized his emotions, he said: "My problem is..."
"Magic autumn, are you Mo Qiu?"
The magical hand held the squat with one hand, and the soft red yarn slipped from his wrist. He smiled and looked at the serious young man in front of his face. He said casually: "Nature is not."
Luo gradually clears his eyes and shrinks: "You lie!"
Magic Qianqiu smiled and smiled: "Why do you need to lie to the deity? If the devil lie, why not let the Jin away from the heart of the deity?"
Luo gradually became as if he had no strength, and the whole person was soft. When he left the palace of the demon, the magic millet still looked at him with a smile. That smile with a kind of arrogance that refused to be thousands of miles away, although it was laughing, but did not laugh at the bones at all, but also let Luo gradually clear the heart of the cold.
Luo gradually cleared up and did not know how he went back. He had already raised hope in his heart, and now it has all been destroyed. And he naturally did not know, after he left, the smile on the face of the magic Qianqi suddenly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared in the palace, standing behind the position where Luo gradually settled down, not knowing when to stand there.
After the magic, he leaned back against the back of the chair and said, "What are you doing here?"
Xuan Lingzi did not answer, but instead said: "Why are you lying to him?"
Magic Qianqiu laughed: "What do the deities do, what do you want to do? When you come to the deity three days ago, don't you want the deity to tell him? Why, Xuan Lingzi, you regret now?"
Xuan Lingzi faintly said: "I just thought, your poisonous oath has been a little over. If you are really worried, you can live for three years. If you are promoted from the heart, then the dragon's secret law, he may It can make you unable to escape in the world. In fact, you tell him the truth directly...and there is nothing wrong with it."
Hearing the words, the magic Qianqiu laughed. He smiled and leaned forward, and even laughed with tears. Until the black sleeves left, he stopped the laughter and muttered: "Since I have only fifty years left, why should he live for thousands of years?" In the end, Mo Qiu died, but he re-entered the reincarnation; the magic is dead, but it is the animal life of three million. For him, the death of Mo Qiu... is always better than my death."
Xuan Lingzi’s footsteps, just when he was about to leave, he heard the cold and cold words of the demon statue:
If you dare to owe my life and death friends, mysterious spirit, my devil is dead. I will also smash you a corpse!"
A stream of light flashed past the front of the temple. Once again, the mysterious spirit had already left.
Three days ago, Xuan Lingzi placed the seriously injured person and came to the palace. He alone saw the demon sorrow, who was seriously injured. He originally wanted to use his own profound spiritual power to continue his life. However, he found that the other party's heart had already been damaged to the point where the medicine stone was useless, and he could survive, but could not save.
This is the limit of Heaven to every monk. When it is your turn to go, it is really gone.
Since it cannot be saved, it can only be given up. However, Xuan Lingzi did not leave immediately. He asked about one thing in the magic, but got the answer he had never thought of.
More than a thousand years ago, the demon sage entered the late stage of Mahayana, and has never been promoted since then.
In the past millennium, Magic Qianqiu has tried thousands of methods. Everyone says that heaven and earth are affectionate, and everything stays alive, but it blocks the life of the magic, so that he can only see himself one year closer to the day of the limit.
Everything started 17 years ago.
That night, Magic Qianqiu tried the blood spirit many times. Unlike the previous million times, this time... he has succeeded! Nine blood spirits were condensed, and a new blood spirit appeared in front of him.
Magic Qianqiu knows that his blood spirit is naturally different from those of the spirits of the menstrual period. Even if he can condense countless new bodies, you don't need to be surprised. However, even if he never imagined that his own body did not disappear, the body that was condensed could not directly swallow the blood fruit!
There is only one way, like re-cultivating it again, with nine blood spirits and a new body, embarking on the path of cultivation! If you go to the later stage of the Mahayana, you will have a 70% grasp of the magic, and you can combine the two bodies into one, helping him to change his spirit!
Why do you want to call Mo Qiu?
It was only when I went to the 36 states to find the fruit. I happened to meet a stupid and ignorant monk in Yunzhou. Since it is necessary to have an identity, it is better to use his identity, to trap him in a large array for ten years, and then send a big chance.
The demon lord has always acted arrogantly, not reasonable, and trapped a monk, but it is just a matter of hand.
However, in the midst of it, it has its own cause and effect. As early as seventeen years ago, when Xue Ling succeeded, he was already destined to face today's choices. Is it to choose to grasp the opportunity to break through the gods, or choose to save your friends?
On that day, Mo Qiu made a choice. From then on, there is no ink in the world, only the magic is lost.
"In the midst of it, I owe you." 』
What is it that I owe you?
If the person who helped him succeeds is not Luo Qing, then Mo Qiu will only choose the opportunity, and he will never choose him.
Have you ever seen a little beauty crying? Devil thinks, he has seen it. On the top of the magic mountain, when he took out his heart in public, he saw that the little beauty cried, crying very miserable, but even crying, crying so good.
Since crying is good-looking and laughter is good, why can't you laugh all the time?
Mo Qiu is dead, the past will be sealed; the death of the demon statue, and how to hang his teeth.
He, the most obvious thing is that the beauty is crying.
I have only seen this life once, and I die without regret.