Demon Venerable attaches great importance to

"He" is ignorant, imitating the memory of the previous life, and carefully depicting it bit by bit with his fingers.

But when a gust of breeze blew by, the Red-clothed Demon Venerable put down the coral teacup, raised his hand slightly, and held the non-existent painting in his hand.

The afterimage in the void looked around in a daze, until he saw the still-existing Demon Lord in red, then he was relieved.It carefully looked at Lu Wuhui's appearance, and started to draw again.

Lu Wuhui paused the hand holding the scroll, and he glanced at the afterimage.

Afterimage looked at him seriously, his hands kept moving.

A kind of helplessness seeped into Lu Wuhui's heart that had never softened.Lu Wuhui took a light breath to get rid of this strange emotion.

He shook the scroll lightly, and a ray of colorful spiritual light floated out from the scroll, lying on the palm of his hand.

Lu Wuhui stared at this ray of colorful spiritual light for a moment, then crushed it with spiritual power, and the whole "Yuan Palace" shook.

The colorful aura kept trembling, and suddenly dispersed, revealing the trumpet spirit of Xie Daozhen inside.

The soul that has condensed a lot is still sleeping at this time.Lu Wuhui lowered his eyes, slightly bumped his palm, and the little spirit immediately rolled over.

Afterimage is still painting.Lu Wuhui lowered his head and lightly bit Xie Daozhen's soul expressionlessly.

After biting, my heart is not sour.Lu Wuhui tasted it, but the dance was a little fast.If his subordinates see it, they will definitely feel that Venerable Wuhui has been taken away by someone.

Why are you still awake?Lu Wuhui turned his attention to the colorful aura.

It seemed that Lu Wuhui's expression turned cold.The colorful aura flickered, indicating that it had nothing to do with him.

"Open the core." Lu Wuhui said.

The colorful aura swayed left and right, like a child shaking his head.Lu Wuhui was polluted by the red line. Although the red line has been removed, the pollution is still there. It has to let Lu Wuhui rush in the long river of time for a while, and use the power of the long river to completely purify it.

Xie Dao is really no different than Lu Wuhui who is the master of the God of Valley mirror. Because of saving Lu Wuhui, he came into contact with the weird red thread, and abandoned the mirror of the soul sacrifice, so he needs to continue to cultivate in the mirror of God of Valley.

The colorful aura floated to Lu Wuhui's ears, as if he was chirping.With Lu Wuhui's permission, it shone brightly, reflecting all the afterimages of Xie Daozhen's previous life in the Gushen Mirror.

Xie Daozhen's soul is still in Lu Wuhui's palm.Lu Wuhui first looked at the appearance of Xie Daozhen who had just been trapped in Gushenjing in his previous life.

Xie Daozhen, who had just come to Gu Shenjing in his previous life, was between a teenager and a young man, probably when he was just taken away by Long Batian.Xie Daozhen, who experienced such a big change, was very calm at the beginning, carefully exploring the strange white space, and seriously thinking about how to get out of trouble.But soon he was thrown into the long river of time, and then the world first opened, and everything evolved.

Lu Wuhui looked at Xie Daozhen in a daze, and drank the lipstick sand wine.

Lu Wuhui had never seen such a youthful Xie Dao.After Lu Wuhui finished reading, he kept staring at Xie Daozhen in his palm, almost piercing Xie Daozhen's soul with his gaze.

Inside the Gushen Mirror, there are no taboos about the unspeakable secrets of the outside world.After Xie Daozhen was taken away by Long Batian in his previous life, a ray of his soul inexplicably entered Gushenjing and became a prisoner for a long time.It was not until Gu Shenjing recognized him as the master that he was freed.

Some doubts about Xie Daozhen have also been explained.Xie Daozhen, who has never been to the Western Regions in this life, likes to drink Wuqing tea, which is only available in the Western Regions, and only drinks the strong wine of the Western Regions, red sand wine.

The passage of time made Xie Dao really forget everything, only remembering to trace his name to the void every day.Xie Dao really loves to drink Wuqing tea, because he loves Wuqing tea the most.

Xie Dao’s true liking was born because of him.

Lu Wuhui guards the soul of Xie Daozhen at the center of Gushenjing.Xiao Ji, who was restrained by Han Dan and Mo Jiuyin, was scolding his mother.

The three of them were standing on the edge of the trench.Xiao Ji looked at the bottomless trench, like the gate of hell.It is a person who sees this trench and knows that it is as dangerous as it is absolutely dangerous below.If Xiao Ji hadn't known that Han Dan and Mo Jiuyin could kill him now, he would have suspected that Mo Jiuyin had lied to kill him on purpose.

"Didn't the fairy weapon spirit open its eyes? How come it's in this shitty place." Beside Han Dan and Mo Jiuyin stared at him intently, Xiao Ji's scalp tingled.

"Junior Brother, please. And please rest assured, Elder Han and I have given you the magic weapon to protect you. We will never abandon you." Mo Jiuyin said.

Xiao Ji sneered.He is now wearing Handan's white dragon lock fairy armor, and holding Mo Jiuyin's refining sky soul flag in his hand.These two protective treasures have their spiritual consciousness, one is for protection, and the other is for surveillance.He, Xiao Ji, scouted the way for these two bastards.

"Junior brother, come, senior brother will give you a ride." Mo Jiuyin said in a gentle voice seeing Xiao Ji's delay in moving.

"I'll go to your grandma's Mo Jiuyin!" Xiao Ji screamed.

boom!Mo Jiuyin withdrew her legs, flexibly dodged Xiao Ji's big hands that tried to pull him off, stepped back, and said to Xiao Ji who was cursing his mother as he fell.

Han Dan watched this scene of brotherly friendship from the side, without making any comments.He took out a bronze mirror from his pocket, stretched out his hand and wiped it with spiritual power, and Xiao Ji's figure appeared on the smooth mirror surface.

The trench is not dark, there are glowing green lights floating on and off.

The two watched Xiao Ji silently as he fell, while scolding their eighteen generations of ancestors.

A quarter of an hour passed.

Xiao Ji hadn't landed yet, and his scolding voice was a little hoarse.After scolding for a while, he called Lu Er and Zhang San again, scolding them for being dishonest and leaving him alone.

After scolding Lu Er and Zhang San, Xiao Ji cried out again, Venerable No Return.

"Your Majesty! Open your eyes and see how Mo Jiuyin loses his conscience while you are retreating! Your old man will kill Mo Jiuyin, the bastard who killed his fellow sect!"

Lu Wuhui's ears moved slightly in the core of Gu Shenjing, and his eyes fell on the swearing Xiao fuselage through the space, and he looked away in disgust.

After seeing clearly where Xiao Ji was, and Han Dan and Mo Jiuyin who were silently observing on the trench, his eyebrows twitched.

These guys actually ran to that place.

Lu Wuhui allocated half of Gu Shenjing's energy, which was shining with colorful aura, to guard Xie Daozhen who was recovering.

His own figure flickered and left here.

Xiao Ji fell for half an hour.Mo Jiuyin said slowly, "Isn't it over yet?"

Han Dan of Feixianmen said: "I have searched all the classics of the sect, and there are only sporadic words. After patching together, I can vaguely deduce that in the ancient war, the fairy artifact fell deep into the core of the earth. If it is true In this way, this bottomless trench may go straight to the center of the earth."

The two were silent again. If it was as recorded in ancient books, Xiao Ji hadn't even arrived at the ground fire layer, and they still had to wait for a long time.

Mo Jiuyin raised his hand and summoned a ghost slave as a seat, and suddenly said: "Since ancient times, there have been no fairy artifacts in this world, and all kinds of legends have disappeared. There are only sporadic words in ancient books. You say fairy Does the utensil also need to be sacrificed?"

This time he came to the deserted sea, he divided countless soul species, and sent his disciples to capture the monks who came to the deserted sea. These monks were all sacrificed to the so-called spirits of immortal weapons.

There are two kinds of cultivators in heaven and earth here: immortals and demons.The monks of the immortal way advocate that the heaven and the earth nourish all spirits, and all spirits have life. The monks of the immortal way should understand the way of heaven, sort out all spirits, and live endlessly.Anyone who does not belong to this category, and who commits more murders and harms the peace of heaven, will not be allowed to enter the fairy gate.

Since the celestial artifact bears the word "celestial", Mo Jiuyin felt a little uneasy because he sacrificed human monks.He didn't care about human sacrifice, but worried that this fairy artifact was not what he thought.

In the bronze mirror, Xiao Ji reached the ground fire layer.The White Dragon Lock Immortal Armor lent to Xiao Ji by Han Dan was full of aura. Before it touched the ground fire, it transformed into a white dragon as frosty as snow. of burning.

"For thousands of years, it is a fairy weapon. It has been sealed for so many years, and its power is probably not as good as before. If it is not nourished by monks with abundant spiritual power, I am afraid that it will not be able to break the ancient seal." Han Dan speculated.

Han Dan is an anomaly in Feixianmen.There are many sword cultivators in Feixian Sect, but Han Dan is a formation cultivator, and he likes to study strange things from ancient books on weekdays.

From the damaged classics, he saw that there were colorful lights falling on the wasteland in ancient times, and later he pieced together the story of the ancient fairy artifact town in the black abyss.When he heard that there were colorful lights in the Western Regions appearing in the barren sea, Han Dan immediately fell in love, and he did not hesitate to cross the borders and rush to the Kuangsha of the Western Regions to cooperate with Mo Jiuyin to conspire with the immortal weapon.

The lower the ground fire layer, the more powerful it is.Xiao Ji was flushed all over, and his hair was scorched.In the blur, I don't know whether it's because of heat dizziness or what happened, but I saw a tall figure in the flames below.

Hey, this guy can't be a refined flame beast.Xiao Ji has always been courageous, and was about to get close to the figure, when a cold voice exploded in his ear.

"Get back!"

At the same time, a pair of very vivid eyes engraved on Han Dan's bronze mirror suddenly flickered, the mirror hummed continuously, and cracks appeared one after another.

This very rare spying magic weapon is about to be destroyed.

Han Dan and Mo Jiuyin were caught off guard by such a change.Han Dan hastily put spiritual power and refining runes into the bronze mirror, trying to save this very precious magic weapon.

The humming sound of the bronze mirror became more and more shrill, blood and tears flowed from the engraved eyes, and finally shattered into powder under the ugly face of Han Dan!

Xiao Ji's image disappeared directly from the mirror!

Han Dan stood up abruptly, swept his sleeves, and put the remnants of the bronze mirror into his sleeves.

"Let's go down!"

ground fire layer.The three words that exploded in his ears made Xiao Ji's eyes brighten, and he looked around excitedly, but he scanned around with his spiritual sense, but he didn't find Lu Er's figure.

"Lu Er! Where are you bastard! You fucking tricked me in, but it made me miserable!" Xiao Ji howled.

Lu Er's response was ruthless: "If you call yourself Lao Tzu again, you will die."

Xiao Ji: "..."

The earth fire in front of him gathered into a flame giant, the flames of fire and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth poured in, the flame giant raised its head and roared, and a small sun seemed to rise from the ground.If Xiao Ji doesn't hesitate to slip away, I believe that Lu Er will soon make him feel the warmth of the sun.

Xiao Ji scolded his mother in his heart, this taciturn Lu Er is really a ruthless person, no wonder His Majesty passed the Flying Immortal Palm and Yulingju to this guy.

Lu Wuhui saw Xiao Ji turning around obediently and ignored him.The flame giants behind him turned into firebirds of spiritual light, landing on Lu Wuhui's night-black hair, bowing their heads and pecking at each other's fire feathers.