Jinjiang system is so old

"So, what did I lie to you?" Meng Yunjue's heart suddenly shrank, thinking that Jiuyou had discovered that he had concealed the news of Mu Qing's death, but his expression remained unchanged. With strong guts and trembling without any guilty conscience, Jiuyou stared at him for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and said: "If he doesn't break up with Lord Di Yao, he won't get well."

The boulder hanging from his heart fell down, and Meng Yunjue poured himself another cup of tea, and drank it again: "You don't need to be so absolute, you are not Mu Qing, so how do you know whether he is good or not?"

"Indeed, I shouldn't speculate on Mu Qing's thoughts with my own heart. I lost my composure. I'll toast you with tea instead of wine." After toasting the tea, Jiuyou put down the teacup and pointed on the table, "I'm very curious, Master Dixuan brought you here to find me."

"I think it might have something to do with this," Meng Yunjue really couldn't figure out what Emperor Xuan was thinking, but since the true master of the Xuangu Soul-chasing Spear was here, how could he miss this opportunity, so he took the Xuangu Soul-chasing Spear He took it out and said, "This is your weapon, I got it by accident."

"Mysterious bone soul-chasing gun?" Jiuyou opened his eyes wide in surprise. The divine weapon he used to control in front of him was as radiant as before, and its brilliance was still there, even more aura than before. Like an old friend who hasn't seen him for many years, tremblingly stretched out his hand, wanting to give him a hug, but finally withdrew his hand, shook his head and sighed, regretfully, "I can't touch it."

"I'll keep it safe for you."

"Thank you. However, in my opinion, no matter how you got this gun, it is not a good thing. And..." Jiuyou glanced up and down at Meng Yunjue, frowning, "May I check your gun?" Spiritual power?"

"Yes." Meng Yunjue stretched out his hand to test Jiuyou.

After about half a stick of incense, Jiuyou let go of his hand and smiled: "You seem to have just mastered spiritual power not long ago."

"That's right." Meng Yunjue tugged on his cuff, and pulled his hand back, "What's wrong?"

"How do you think your spiritual power compares to mine?"

"Naturally, you are far superior to me."

"Then do you think, how can you control a sharp gun that even I can't control, and was eventually backlashed by its resentment and killed people?" Jiuyou pointed out the problem sharply.

Meng Yunjue frowned, picked up the teacup and took another sip without saying a word.

In fact, he was also very surprised that he was able to control the mysterious bone soul-chasing gun so easily at the beginning, and after mastering the gun, he never had any side effects, and he used it like a fish in water. At first he thought he was self-righteous because he was a time traveler. Possess some unique abilities. Later, he felt that this idea was too unrealistic, so he thought it was the help of the system, but now when Jiuyou mentioned it, he felt that some unusual power was helping him in the dark.

"After you were imprisoned, I heard that many people got this gun. Of course, most of them were corrupted by the gun's demon nature and committed murderous actions. But there are also a few who can maintain their xinxing and not be affected by it."

"You're wrong." Jiuyou said, "The Mystical Bone Soul Chaser Gun has a heart with me. After I was imprisoned, I knew exactly where it went and the situation of its new owner. Every holder, After being demonized, the only one who can persist for a long time is your previous owner. That person is an elder of the demon world. The magic power is naturally extraordinary. It is not surprising that he can control this gun. Because of his agility, he survived, but in the end his lifespan was shortened because of the gun. After that, I couldn’t detect the gun’s whereabouts. I didn’t expect it to be in your hands.”

"I never thought that I could get this gun by accident." Meng Yunjue revealed the origin of the gun in a few words.

"Maybe it's a good thing that the gun fell into your hands. After all, you have noble people to help you, and nothing will happen if you control this gun."

"What noble person is helping?" Meng Yunjue asked.

Jiuyou smiled slightly, took a sip of fragrant tea, and retorted: "Why don't you think about it, is there something in your body that you can't control, such as spiritual power, such as Yuan power."

"Spiritual power, Yuan power?"

Ding—Jiuyou put down the teacup and interrupted Meng Yunjue's thinking: "Since Master Dixuan brought you here, then we don't waste any more time. When I first controlled this gun, I realized three things. Style marksmanship, today you and I are destined, I will teach you one by one, as for whether you can learn it well, it depends on your luck."

Meng Yunjue grimaced and nodded.

Jiuyou smiled knowingly, quickly drew several action pictures with his fingertips on the desktop, and briefly explained the three moves he had realized.He spoke very quickly, hardly giving Meng Yunjue any time to digest. By the time Meng Yunjue's brain could catch his breath, Jiuyou had stopped his explanation, picked up the teacup contentedly, and poured himself Yin: "These three forms of defense will definitely kill all directions. But the premise is that you are not controlled by the magic gun."

Meng Yunjue nodded, only glanced at Jiuyou, and then continued to turn his gaze to the three poses. After absorbing it for about half a stick of incense, he had already understood something, thought for a while, and asked again: "Yes, Let me ask you one more question."

"Please say."

"Do you know how to turn a human into a demon?"

Jiuyou was stunned, thought for a long time, let Meng Yunjue listen to him, and whispered the method he knew: "Obtain a demon core with almost the same spiritual power as this person, swallow it, and then smash the spirit body with force. Integrate all the spiritual power into the demon core, and spend half a month to reshape the demon body."

Meng Yunjue was a little startled, just when he was about to ask something, suddenly a white light flashed, and something suddenly intruded between the two of them, Meng Yunjue only had time to see that the intruder was Jiu Che, and his body was sucked Get out and come back to reality.

"Mortal, do you have something to gain?" Di Xuan's voice came unexpectedly, Meng Yunjue opened his eyes slightly, and found himself leaning on Di Xuan's shoulder, hurriedly left Di Xuan, and stood up.

"Thank you." Meng Yunjue brushed off his sleeves, said plainly, looking around, he saw that they were far away from the place where Jiuyou was trapped, and they were in an open space.

"Mortal, you have such an attitude towards me!" Di Xuan was a little annoyed, holding Meng Yunjue who was about to leave, his eyes were covered with anger.

"I..." Meng Yunjue paused, and what Jiuyou said just now rang in his mind.

——"Why don't you think about it, is there something in your body that you can't control, such as spiritual power, such as Yuan power."

Spiritual power, primal power...

Through Dixuan's face full of anger, Meng Yunjue saw a gigantic beast roaring with its head raised, spreading its wings, roaring majesticly in his body, and then closing his eyes, seeing the power, that Only the lower body of the giant beast appears, its shape is lifelike, its body shape is like a ferocious giant lion full of tension, and the triangular shape on the tip of its long tail is as vivid as if carved by a knife.

He suddenly realized that the appearance of a giant beast of his origin force was exactly the same as that of Mingxu!

"What have you done to my Yuanli?" Meng Yunjue opened his eyes and asked Dixuan.

"I didn't do anything." Dixuan's eyes flickered, but he denied it flatly.

"Then why my Yuanli is exactly the same as your real body."

Dixuan froze for a moment, glanced at the Xuanbone soul-chasing gun on Meng Yunjue's waist, and said with a smile, "What do you think?" He pointed at the gun, "How do you think you can control this gun, how can you control it? Can it reach today's realm?"

Although he had obtained general information from Jiuyou, Meng Yunjue was still a little surprised when he really knew it: "You and I have no reason, why did you help me?"

"I was interested at the time, but now..." Di Xuan approached Meng Yunjue, breathing lightly on his face, put his hands on his strong waist, and murmured softly, "It's for you."

In an instant, my heart was surging.

Di Xuan didn't say any emotional words, but it was like honey, sweet and greasy to the bottom of Meng Yunjue's heart. From the time he knew Di Xuan to the present, the scenes that appeared in Di Xuan's memory slowly passed before his eyes.

Di Xuan's smile, Di Xuan's overbearing, Di Xuan's worries about himself, and Di Xuan's little scoundrels...

Maybe he was only interested in his original intention, but I'm afraid it's not anymore.

Otherwise, why would he bring himself to find a Jiuyou who has nothing to do with him.

Meng Yunjue lowered his head and smiled, and when he looked up at Emperor Xuan, his eyes were already filled with gentleness: "Emperor Xuan, you are actually not bad."

"What?" Di Xuan was confused by his words.

"It's nothing, I just want to say..." Suddenly, Meng Yunjue hugged Dixuan's head, put his fiery lips to the startled Dixuan's lips, and replied with a fiery kiss.

In fact, to accept a person is just a kiss.

Meng Yunjue is not good at flirting, and doesn't know how to be with someone, but for him, if there is someone who will worry about him, cling to him regardless of his status as a scoundrel, and help him silently, then hand over The heart is not so difficult.

He can try to be with Dixuan...

but--

When he was passively turned into active by Emperor Xuanfan, who was pressed to the ground and kissed passionately, he suddenly thought of something. The flame between the two had been ignited, which would lead to the two fighting again because of the issue of who would be on and who would be off. stand up.

And his spiritual power is vastly different from that of Di Xuan, which means that he will only be crushed by Di Xuan.

"It's a good idea." Meng Yunjue pushed away Di Xuan who was touching his chest, turned around and walked away with enthusiasm, but the flames did not go out because of this, and his actions poured water on Di Xuan's head. Oil.

Dixuan's eyes deepened, and he rushed towards Meng Yunjue——

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