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"So I'm looking for Lu Er and Zhang San!" Xiao Ji looked at Mo Jiuyin who was smiling inexplicably. What are you looking for them for?"

Mo Jiuyin said unhurriedly, "Make friends."

After Xiao Ji turned himself into the Vajra Method, although his brain obviously became more muscular, he and Mo Jiuyin have had a grudge for so many years, and he can be said to be the person who understands Mo Jiuyin best in the world.

Xiao Ji knew the details of Mo Jiuyin, and Mo Jiuyin naturally knew what kind of quality Xiao Ji was. Xiao Ji alone had absolutely no ability to come here unscathed.Mo Jiuyin didn't need to turn his head, so he thought of Zhang San and Lu Er, who had somewhat mysterious backgrounds.

Especially Lu Er.

From Yan Xing'an's memory, Mo Jiuyin saw Lu Er's palm fall, the magnificent white fairy light that poured down from the portal of the heavens and washed the filth of three thousand worlds filled the world with that palm, and immediately recognized this palm. It is the flying cactus of the venerable lord in his own name—the venerable Wuhui.

Mo Jiuyin will never admit his mistake, because hundreds of years ago, Venerable Wuhui used this trick to defeat the Yingui sect's protective formation. In the Yinguitang under his command, he also changed from Mo Zongzhu to the leader of the Yinguitang, and also served as the three guardians of the Demon Sect.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything." Mo Jiuyin stared at Xiao Ji who was tense, and smiled inexplicably: "I just want to offend my junior."

The ferocious ghost crawled out from behind Mo Jiuyin, and easily suppressed the golden Buddha's light that Xiao Ji resisted.

"Mo Jiuyin, when did you fucking trick me!" Xiao Ji's Buddhist kung fu practiced against Mo Jiuyin. Even if his cultivation base was regressed, he wouldn't be so easily restrained by Mo Jiuyin.

Mo Jiu **: "Brother, you should honestly go to explore the spirit of the fairy weapon with me."

In the broken world, Lu Wuhui stood above the battlefield like a ghost, and below him were the screaming ancient beasts and the human monks who kept dying like moths.

Lu Wuhui raised his head, the cracks above the altar made his eyes drip with blood.The ground under his feet was torn apart, and black water fell from the sky.In just a few months, this ancient forest that existed for thousands of years was reduced to ashes.The [-]-foot-high Tongtian Altar fell together with the mainland, and the black water engulfed the ancient beasts and monks who died in battle, forming a dangerous barren sea together.

There are no gods in building a city with altars.The altar tore open the sky, and the cracked gap was like an eye with malicious intentions, descending on this world with the most extreme malice.

Lu Wuhui didn't pay attention to Long Aotian any more, at the moment when the altar was built and Long Aotian finished reading the prayer, Long Aotian was absorbed by the crack like a cloud of green smoke.

Lu Wuhui looked at all this, countless thoughts collided in the Lingtai, and finally fell silent.

Time continued to jump forward, Lu Wuhui saw a dazzling white light, the sky closed, colorful brilliance jumped into the boiling barren sea, and the huge altar that reached the sky was shattered into pieces.

All the pictures suddenly dissipated, and a white mist enveloped the place.

Lu Wuhui once again felt his connection with Gu Shenjing.

Lu Wuhui: "Tell me, where is Xie Daozhen?"

The fog dissipated, revealing the continuous white snow-capped mountains and the palace deep in the snow-capped mountains.

Lu Wuhui looked at the familiar scenery and buildings, and confirmed that this was his bedroom in Daxue Mountain.

Gu Shenjing really had a problem, not only made the core part his bedroom, Xie Daozhen was also hidden in it.

Lu Wuhui has lived in the Yuan Palace for a hundred years, and it is full of treasures from the Demon Sect.For the Demon Sect, since Venerable Wuhui lived in the Yuan Palace all year round, the Yuan Palace became the safest place in the entire Demon Sect.With Lu Wuhui's consent, Yuan Palace is not only his bedroom, but also the treasure house of the Demon Sect.

Gu Shenjing restored everything in Yuan Palace.Lu Wuhui stepped on the steps paved with Lingyu, looking for the most precious treasure in Yuan Palace at this time.

Treasures of the whole world.Lu Wuhui thought blankly, now it is his.

He came to the deepest part of Yuan Palace.On the jade platform, a young man in white was sitting upright with his seals tied, his expression peaceful and serene, as if he had fallen into the most wonderful dream mirror.

"Thank you, Daozhen."

The young man in white didn't move.

"Thank you, Daozhen." Lu Wuhui called again.

The young man in white is like a jade statue.It doesn't seem to be the same as what he thought.Lu Wuhui finally frowned.His figure flashed in front of the white-clothed young man, with his index finger pointing between Xie Daozhen's eyebrows.

For a moment, Lu Wuhui thought that Gu Shenjing was taking him on a fantasy tour of the world again, the ancient war.But such pictures quickly passed by, they were like colorless scrolls, floating shallowly on Xie Daozhen's altar, leaving no traces.

This colorless scroll is extremely long, and it seems that the whole life of all creatures in the world is contained in it.

Such a feeling.Lu Wuhui only felt it at Gu Shenjing.

At this time, Lu Wuhui seemed to have turned into the magic mirror of the valley. The endless years, the lives of countless creatures, these colorless memories washed away his soul like a torrential river.

Lu Wuhui suddenly withdrew his hand, staring at Xie Daozhen who was still sleeping, his expression kept changing.

Over the long river of time, Gushen Mirror reflects thousands of creatures, which remain unchanged from ancient times.It is both in the present and in the past, and it is unique in all time and space.Every wave in the long river of time shines with the glory of the magic mirror of the valley.This fairy artifact transformed by the laws of heaven is one of the cornerstones of this world.

The world was first opened, ferocious beasts took shape, ancient wars, mulberry seas changed fields, and the god mirror of valleys was everywhere.Xie Daozhen saw the clear air rising and turning into the sky, the turbid air sinking and condensing into the earth, the golden crow and jade rabbit turning into the sun and the moon, and seeing the ancient war valley magic mirror sinking into the barren sea to suppress the Tongtian altar.

His divine soul extends in the long river of time along with the magic mirror of the valley, and there is no difference between day and night.He is everywhere, but no one can see him.The secrets of heaven and earth, the beginning of the way of heaven and the metamorphosis of all things, and the conspiracies and schemes among hundreds of clans are all in his ears, but no one can hear his voice.He is like a gust of wind, the river of time keeps washing him away, but he can't leave the slightest trace.

Xie Daozhen walked through the two white tigers that were fighting, and the breeze passed by. He saw Gu Shenjing falling into the barren sea with a colorful glow, and his quiet face showed a look of reminiscence.

Next to Xie Daozhen, a young man in white with the same face as him looked at this brilliant and tragic picture in shock.

This is the "he" from the previous life.Gu Shenjing left an afterimage of "him".This afterimage doesn't have any volition left, it just imitates the influence of the previous life.

The scouring of time has gradually taken away "his" memory.After Xie Daozhen arrived tens of thousands of years later, he saw "he" drawing something on a stone.Xie Daozhen knew that "he" was painting "his" appearance and name.

"He" often draws falsely on the stone to let his body remember. "His" surname is Xie, and his name is Xie Daozhen.

There is no time in Gushen mirror, I don't know how long it has passed.He finally forgot everything and wandered alone in the long river of time.

Until a magic cultivator named Lu Wuhui came to the barren sea.Feixianzhang killed all the people who robbed him of the magic mirror of the valley.The Demon Gate took over the wild sea, and Venerable Wuhui became the undisputed master of Gu Shenjing.

"Gu Shenjing, it's not bad."

The Venerable Wuhui, who was dressed gorgeously in red, nodded in satisfaction at the Gushen mirror, and painted his soul blood on the mirror.

The Gushen Mirror on the Long Time River emits brilliant colorful light, and the light covers the river surface. One by one, Xie Daozhen comes out of the long time river, looking at everything that happened in confusion.Countless Xie Daozhen returned to one body, staring at the red-clothed demon cultivator in front of Gushen mirror.

Gu Shenjing finally has a new owner.The prisoner living in the Ceres mirror finally saw the color, it was a touch of extreme red.

Venerable Wuhui is very housebound and spends every day in Yuan Palace.After Gu Shenjing recognizes the master, "he" can come and go in the long river of time at will.So a "he" quietly watched Venerable Wuhui's boring life of practicing, drinking tea, reading, and changing clothes.At the same time, tens of thousands of "hes" appeared in the history of Venerable Wuhui.

"Wow - wow!" The baby's cry was exchanged for the joyful laughter of the people around.

"He" stepped forward to poke the face of the little baby whose eyes hadn't opened, and pinched the baby's bare buttocks, "Like an ugly little monkey."

"He" smiled, turned and left.

The moment "he" turned around, the baby opened his eyes, and his dark pupils looked at the back of "him".

The figure of Xie Daozhen, who was about to come in through the window behind him, seemed to shake, colorful lights flickered, and the wind dissipated in place.

When he was six years old, Lu Wuhui was canonized by the old king as his grandson.The little boy was doted on by everyone, with black hair, white complexion, and a very beautiful appearance.

The gold and jade accessories on Xiao Lu Wuhui's auspicious clothes jingled, and the crown on his head was inlaid with precious stones.His hand was pulled and pressed on the jade pendant by the old king.

The white light from the jade pendant illuminated the entire hall, and also illuminated the boy's beautiful and indifferent face.

"Heavenly Spirit Root, Wang Sun's aptitude is extremely high."

Then, there was cheering from the crowd.Everyone is celebrating, praying that the king and grandson can lead this small country to rise in the Western Regions.

"He" already knew what happened later, sighed, and patted Xiao Lu Wuhui's head.

Xiao Lu Wuhui seemed to feel something, tilted his head, and stared straight at the void without leaving any traces.

Flames soared into the sky, and several demon cultivators destroyed this small country in the Western Regions.The blood was soaked into the hot sand, and Lu Wuhui was hugged and fled by the servants beside his parents. "He" accompanied him silently, watching this pampered prince and grandson struggling to survive in the Western Regions.

"He" watched Lu Wuhui take revenge on his past enemies, ruthlessly slaughtered the enemy's family, and the blood made the red clothes on his body even redder. "He" looked at Lu Wuhui sullenly that night, opened the frayed notebook, refused to turn the page for a long time, and softly called mother with red eyes.The emotions that had been wiped away by the mirror of Ceres seemed to return to the body, "he" lowered his head, and wrapped his illusory arms around the suddenly fragile young man in red.

Xie Daozhen silently watched this scene that he had seen thousands of times.

In Yuan Palace, "he" has long forgotten his own preferences, but remembered the preferences of the owner of Yuan Palace. The habit of imitating "he" has not fallen, but after drawing himself in the void, he always feels that something is missing.So "he" faced the red-clothed Demon Venerable who was drinking black tea, and quietly drew Lu Wuhui's appearance at this time.

The red-clothed devil who was drinking tea changed his expression at some point. He raised his eyes, his eyes were unpredictable, and looked at the "afterimage" in the void where Xie Daozhen was seriously painting.