Chapter 42: See each other

For Wen Ren'e, exchange is impossible. Mo said that this life, plus the previous life and afterlife, is impossible. He only needs to make sure that "Destroy the Deity (Volume 3)" is in the hands of the Master of the Purple Spirit Pavilion. As for where it is, whether it is true or not, it does not matter whether the other party is willing to take it out. It will definitely come out anyway.
So Wen Rene naturally spread his hands: "Since that is the case, show me the third volume."
"What? Hahahahaha, ridiculous!" The Lord of the Purple Spirit shook his head and said to Wenren, "Zhong Limad, you really deserve this name! Do you know who you are facing!"
After the other person raised his hands, a pair of golden bells were tied between his wrists, and the master of the Purple Spirit Pavilion shook the bells slightly. The clear bells accompanied the terrible true elements and sound waves. The surrounding formations also buzzed, and the spiritual stones placed in the four corners of the room were engraved with patterns unique to the Purple Spirit Pavilion. The patterns were excited by sound waves, and there were countless golden patterns in the void. Wenren was trapped in it.
The main wrist of Zi Ling Pavilion slightly exerted force, and the golden pattern was tightly tightened, which entraped Wen Ren. This is a double attack on the flesh and the soul. He set up his formation as long as "Zhongli Madness" entered the door, even if "Zhong Limadang" used his first book in the past few decades to obtain the realm of the realm, and he was promoted to the peak of the Mahayana period. , But it is just the level of the realm. The formation he studied from the third volume is the Divine Array. Even if he cannot exert the full power of the Divine Array with his skill, as long as he is prepared, he can trap a god!
"Zhong Likuang, I have no conflict of interest with you, I just want to glance at the first book, why should I hold it hard?" The Lord of the Purple Ling sees that "Zhong Likuang" has been completely trapped by gold veins, and his sleeves have fallen. Blocking the golden bell between his wrists, he said confidently.
"The deity is not a brace," Wen Ren'e said leisurely at the formation center. "The deity is thinking about a difficult thing."
"The deity?" The protagonist of the Purple Spirit Pavilion frowned. This self-proclaimed reminded him of unpleasant memories, but it didn't matter. Even if he really met that person today, he wouldn't be afraid anymore. ? "
Wen Ren'e put away the book and sighed: "From the moment you started, the deity was thinking about how you can do it without disturbing other people, so that you can do it. The power of the deity's power is too great, it is really a trouble."
"It's a big tone!" Despite the strong support in his mouth, Lord Zi Ling still showed the golden bell and watched "Zhong Li Madness" cautiously, worrying about what secret exercises he really got from the first volume.
"The deity really doesn't want to reveal his whereabouts, but well ... I already know why you will change from female to male, and it probably doesn't matter if you reveal your identity."
Wen Ren'e slowly got up, the robe was windless and automatic, the scholar's elegant clothes turned into his black-golden robe, and a halberd of the same color appeared in the palm of his hand.
"You're not Zhong Likuang, you're Wenren E!" Master Zi Ling exclaimed, his pupils shrunk, as if remembering some painful experience.
"Forty-two years, the deity once had a hundred-year contract with you, and I hope you can have a battle with the deity in one hundred years." Wen Rene laughed, "It seems that even if you give it another thousand years, that's not the case. The deity has no patience to wait. "
After all, the seven-killed halberd glowed with dazzling light, and the power of the stars in the sky inspired it, and the entire Taiyin Mountain shook.
"What's going on?" The Qing dynasty, who were discussing the important things in the Baili Qingmiao room, felt the vibrations under their feet and could not help asking.
"Is the earth fire about to erupt?" Yao Wendan wondered.
At this time, Qiu Congxue's body reacted faster than her brain. She immediately picked up Suhuai in one hand and Baili in the other, and shouted, "Run quickly, the farther away from Taiyin Mountain, the better!"
This sentence is not to remind everyone of the Qing Dynasty, but to remind Zhong Liqian.
Zhong Liqian vaguely guessed what was happening when he started to move. Hearing Qiu Congxue's voice, he did not hesitate, and decisively followed her away.
From the ground to Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian escaped from the door to Zi Ling Pavilion Wu Chen clock suddenly broken is only a momentary thing. Wu Chen clock broke, the large mountain array of Zi Ling Pavilion was cracked, and everyone did not suppress it. Can fly. Qiu Congxue and Zhong Liqian didn't hesitate anymore, and flew directly to a height of nearly 1,000 kilometers before stopping.
"Master, what happened?" Su Huai, who had never seen Wenren, asked in a panic.
Qiu Congxue put down Suhuai and Baili Qingmiao, and said in a cold voice: "Look at the sky, you will know, such a celestial phenomenon, I have only seen it thirty-one years ago."
Su Huai looked up at the sky, only to feel that the sky was dark, and the stars were dim and dull. Only two stars were as bright as the moon, and that was the two stars of the Seven Kills and the Broken Army.
Thirty-one years ago, at the last moment of the war between Zheng Demon and 21 masters, the seven killing stars in the sky were dazzlingly abnormal.
With a bang, the top of Taiyin Mountain, the pavilions of Ziling Pavilion all fell, the pit fire was thin, the temperature of the ground fire was terrible, and the cultivators below the divine stage would exterminate. He Wenchao brought a few brothers and sisters who were above the deity stage to save people in disbelief, and sullenly rushed to meet with Qiu Congxue and others before the ground fire hit.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the original snow-capped peak of Taiyin Mountain was already covered with magma, and the fiery red liquid was so terrible that it distorted the high temperature of the air, making Ziling Pavilion an instant human purgatory.
"What happened?" He Wenchao asked Liu Xinye, who was crying with his arms around him, and asked in horror. "Why did the ground fire erupt suddenly? Zhong Li asked Zun and Zhong Liyin to make two Dao friends?"
Qiu Congxue glanced coldly at him, his fingers raised slightly, pointing to the center of the magma.
When He Wenchao looked, he saw a man in a black patterned gold robe, holding a halberd, standing on the lava, and behind him, there was a sensuous sword light.
At the moment when the sky collapsed and everyone fled to the sky, only Yin Hanjiang found Zun Shang under the thin ground fire and confronted the Lord of the Purple Spirit Pavilion.
"You, you, it is you, it really is you!" The Purple Spirit Pavilion Master pointed to him and his memories of being beaten to completeness forty-two years again emerged.
As if the scene was recurring, it was still ice and snow turned into flame hell, it was still a halberd and a sword, it was still a crushing defeat.
"You guessed it, this book really belongs to Zhong Likuang," Wen Ren'e said steadily. "Zhong Likuang was killed by his deity, and his book will naturally return to his deity, so do you."
Wen Ren'e squeezed the arm of Zi Ling Pavilion's arm. He had to resist in the future, and he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It was not only physical pain, but the pain of the torn and melted soul. He was too busy to cut off his arm, but failed to stop the erosion of the soul. He could only endure the severe pain and severely split the soul, panting to see his arm and part of the soul turned into a bloodstream and fell into Wenren's hands.
A sweet gas flowed into Wen Ren'e's nose. He gazed at the blood color floating on his palm, knowing that as long as it was absorbed, the true yuan and the lost arm would be restored.
Wen Ren'e looked at it for a while, smiled faintly, let go of his hand lightly, and the blood fell and disappeared into the lava.
The earth fire absorbed the spirit of Lord Zi Ling Pavilion and smoked gray smoke. Lord Zi Ling Pavilion looked at the smoke in the lava, and his body was no longer painful, but his heart felt as if it was burned, and it seemed that someone was watching His arms were roasted on the fire, and there was also a grunting sound of "Hello" and "Hello".
"You are blood repair, why are you blood repair!" The Master of the Purple Spirit Pavilion asked.
He also wanted to ask some things, but unfortunately Yin Hanjiang did not give the opportunity to speak. The sword of the broken army is unstoppable, and a sword pierces through the main mouth of the Purple Spirit Pavilion.
"Sovereign wants your book, you only have the right to give it or not." Yin Hanjiang said coldly.
The sentimental sight of the people in the two demons made the Lord of the Purple Spirit deeply aware that he had no qualification for sophistry in front of them. If you hand over the book, you may be able to save your life; if you don't, you will be dead.
"You are very strong. Probably no one in the whole cultivation world is stronger than Wen Ren'e. I admit this." Lord Zi Ling smirked. His throat could no longer make a sound, and he could only speak to Wen Ren'e alone. , "But Demon Venerable, you will die eventually, everyone will die, and only one person can survive. I still say that, exchange the first volume for the third volume!"
"Do you think that as long as you don't pay, the deity will cast a taboo, don't you dare to embarrass you?" Wen Rener coldly said, "You probably don't know what is the means of the deity, dementor, soul search, puppet, gu ... Everything, Sect Master Yin, took him back to Xuanyuan Sect! "
Yin Hanjiang picked up the dying Ziling Pavilion Master and was about to leave. He Wenchao rushed up and said: "Who are you? What do you want to do with the Zi Ling Pavilion Master? Today I have the Shangqing sent by He Wenchao, and I will never allow it You hurt Zi Ling Pavilion! "
Regardless of how Wenren'e and the readers of "Bad Love" despise He Wenchao, as the actor of the two novels, He Wenchao's appearance is almost impeccable. He is not as powerful as Wen Renhe to make it difficult to ignore, less than Zhong Liqian, wise and humble, less than Yin Hanjiang's silence and loyalty, and even less than Su Huai's youth, but he is handsome and full of integrity.
The author gave him a flawless face, which made people look like the right-minded elite, the future pillars of the realm of truth, his sword eyebrows, and the eyebrows between the eyebrows and the eyebrows were full of distress for Zi Ling Pavilion. His death would never allow him to hurt the appearance of the Lord of the Purple Spirit Pavilion.
Wen Ren'e knew that He Wenchao was indeed such a person. No matter which novel he admits, He Wenchao is a man of righteousness. He can use two ribs for his brother, and he will even sacrifice his sweetheart to save his brother and his elders. In the book, he is kind enough to do bad things, not bad in character, but deceived by others.
"Destroy the God of the World" has some comments, saying that this is the traditional routine of ancient early novels, the male master has a sense of justice, and the brotherhood is well written, that is, she is very unfriendly to women, and the dross of feudal society in Sanguan. .
At this moment, He Wenchao really wanted to protect the Ziling Pavilion. He also saw Wen Ren'e's true appearance for the first time and faced the power of the deity for the first time. The master in his mind kept telling him to escape, saying that now he couldn't beat Wen Renhe at all, but He Wenchao kept half a step. He was dead today, and he wanted to save the Master of the Purple Spirit Pavilion.
Baili Qingmiao and others also followed, she stared staringly at the seniors and seniors who were revealed by her brother, and wanted to ask for love.
Wen Ren E Road said: "Bai Li Qing Miao, you dare to say a word, the deity will kill you a person of the Qing Dynasty, the deity does not like everyone to talk, I want to see, there are a few people in the Qing Dynasty who are enough for you to plead."
Baili Qingmiao hurriedly covered her mouth, fearing she would say one more word.
But there are disciples of the Shangqing who are not afraid of death, shouting: "Little sister, don't be afraid, let's go together. Even if he is strong, he can never let him take away the purple spirit ..."
He said while leaning towards the strongest Qingxue at the moment, hoping to get a little support, who knew that the voice had not fallen, and a hand with only white bones penetrated his chest. He turned back hard and saw that the person who assassinated him was the real person he wanted to rely on.
"Xuan Yuanzong Zhongren will never turn his back on the same door." Qiu Congxue withdrew his hand and pulled out the disciple's soul. Sensen said, "If you have great strength, you can't rely on yourself as much as you want. "
The heat wave blew up her black robe, revealing her half-flesh and half-bone body.
In the past 30 years, Qiu Congxue can actually cultivate long meat, but she is very satisfied with her now. She has been studying how to perform the skills of Sanxian in half-length, doing ghost repair in half-length, and firmly walking on the road of Shura Road unshakably. This is the inspiration that Su Huai gave her. Su Huai is a very special cultivator. The soul is a ghost cultivation, but the body is practicing the Qing sect. If he does not die in the original book, he does not know what he will cultivate. Road.
Qiu Congxue threw the body of the disciple of the Qing Dynasty into the magma. He Wenchao chased him quickly and grabbed the body of the disciple at the last moment, and his arm was burned by the ground fire.
"Elder Qingxue, why are you doing this?" He Wenchao exclaimed.
"Wu Xuanyuan Sect's left protector, Qiu Congxue," Qiu Congxue's half face gradually became dry bones, and she showed a half and gentle smile to Baili Qingmiao, "Thirty-one years ago, thanks to Baili girl rescue, Otherwise, this law has already entered reincarnation. "
"Master Qingxue, you ..." Baili Qingmiao shed tears in tears and couldn't believe it. His master was actually a member of the Mozong, so ruthless.
"This thing is for you," Qiu Congxue threw the souls of the disciples of the Qing Dynasty to Baili Qingmiao. "This law protector owes you a life. If you need my help in the future, I will definitely shoot."
Baili Qingmiao caught Brother Soul's soul, and the whole person's expression seemed to be struck by lightning. The person she desperately rescued in the past was actually a member of the Devil Sect who had killed countless righteous monks. The master she had always admired, would actually mercilessly shoot his brother.
Zhong Liqian felt her painful mood and sighed quietly. He has grown a little over the years, and he knows many things. But he still can't guess the heart of Wenren Zunzhu, and he doesn't understand what he is.
He walked to the front of Lord Zi Ling Pavilion and persuaded: "The Lord Patriarch, no matter what Mr. Wen Ren wants, I urge you to give it to him. Based on my understanding of Mr. Wen Ren, if he promises not to hurt you, then Never gossip. "
"What do you know?" The main voice of Zi Ling Pavilion was penetrated, making a "laughing" sound, still insisting, "I don't want to live that much, even if I die now, I don't want to live that way."
After all, he grabbed the broken army sword and pulled the sword out with force. His eyes stared at Wen Ren'e, the real element in his body reversed, and he was about to explode.
Who knew Wenren raised his hand, a ray of blood entered his body, and instantly controlled the body of the Lord Zi Ling Pavilion, even if he wanted to die.
"You are like this, but the deity is curious. What exactly is written in the third volume? You would rather die than give the book to the deity." Wen Rene secretly said.