Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

The world inside the mountains and rivers is in the early summer, with long branches, lush green leaves, numerous flower buds, and the scenery is not bad at all.

Shenjun grasped the flower branches passing by, and slowly touched the double-petaled crabapple with his fingertips.

Through this tender appearance, he could feel the precise and orderly spread of the inside of the petals like a fine net, and the unique vitality of living beings is flowing in the fine net.

Xuehui Shenjun rarely showed a little admiration.

His illusion technique has reached the pinnacle, but he is powerless to turn the virtual into the real, and the fake into the real.

Even if he has traveled through several great worlds, based on his knowledge, only Lord Lianzhong, who is integrated with the lotus of creation and co-exists with the same root, can touch the way of creation.

Countless golden and red fire seeds separated from the sun and the moon, fell from the sky, and a meteor shower fell during the day.

Withdrawing his thoughts for a moment, Shenjun loosened the flowering branches, held the piano and looked around.

The kindling floated in the air, with him as the center, and the red flames peeled off layer by layer, like a coquettish red lotus stretching its petals, revealing the golden flame wrapped in the center stamen.

Zhong Ying showed his figure and stepped into the mountains and rivers.He widened his eyes, put his index and middle fingers together, and manipulated the fire to bloom one by one.

Sensing the different power in the real fire from before, Shenjun dared not be careless, and while plucking the strings, he said: "Demon Lord, you are not afraid of destroying this world by using your innate supernatural powers in the mountains and rivers scrolls?"

The sound of the piano curled up, and the blossoming red lotus fire was shaken away.

"You don't need to worry about it." Zhong Ying opened his eyes, the pupils were completely occupied by the flowing molten gold, "Is there anything I don't want that I can't use?"

The sun and moon hanging in the air are blazing brightly, and they are in the distance with countless red lotuses, and they are closely related to each other.At first glance, it seems that the sun and the moon are shining with stars.

Baked by the vision of heaven and earth, the lush summer landscape withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Shenjun's heart moved, suddenly realized, and exclaimed: "That's how it is."

Zhong Ying pointed at Shenjun, opened his lips and whispered: "Boom."

The red lotus made of flames collapsed in an instant, and an endless torrent of magma surged out, and the billowing sea of ​​flames instantly covered this world.

In the sky and in the world, except for the square inch of Zhong Ying's feet, there is no peaceful place, only the eyes are red, even the sun and the moon are drowned, and they are all pale in the dazzling flames.

In the previous melee, the ascetics did not take advantage of it, but the chaotic and violent aura blurred the senses of the gods. After the rounds of fighting, the gods were unknowingly pulled into the mountains and rivers by the king.

Zhong Ying and Jun Buyi have returned to the peak of power in their previous life. However, this is not the end of power. For both Zhong Ying and Zhong Ying, this is just the starting point of rebirth.

They are not people who are stagnant, and they are equally talented, but at their level of cultivation, it is impossible to improve their own strength in a short period of time by thinking alone.

However, what about the Demon King who ruled the Demon Realm and the No. 1 Lianzhong Jun in Immortal Dao?

Then there are endless possibilities!

In the world of mountains and rivers, Junbuyi is the mysterious Tao, the law of number truth, and the true god of creation, and he can manipulate all the power in it at will.

In this world, not only will Zhong Ying's innate supernatural powers not be restricted, but under Jun Buyi's control, he can be blessed by the sun star, lunar star, and billions of stars.

Only then did Shen Jun, who had seen Zhong Ying's innate supernatural powers, feel a little bad.

And Zhong Ying and Jun Buyi are in the same mind, and there is no barrier between them.No matter what Zhong Ying does, he will never step on Jun Buyi's bottom line, and it is even more impossible to hurt Jun Buyi again, and the same is true for Jun Buyi.

Therefore, Ren Zhongying can set fire to mountains in the mountains and rivers and do things wantonly if you don't want to.

That's why Zhong Ying dared to step into Junbuyi's completely controlled territory without leaving any backhands, and proudly expressed to Shenjun that "what you don't like is mine, and having a Taoist companion is arrogant".

Lord Xuehui just figured out the reason and sighed.

He has been keen on being a matchmaker in his life, but no one has ever accompanied him like this.

Zhong Ying held the Lu Li spear, and his spiritual consciousness swept away every inch and every foot of the sea of ​​flames in an instant.

When he sensed an unusual fluctuation, he turned his wrist and stabbed. Wherever Lu Li's gun swept, the real fire automatically dodged, and large chunks of black soil appeared in his field of vision.

Zhong Ying caught a trace, and Lu Li's spear shot out again.

At the same time, a silver dragon tail swiftly slapped

The two collided, and the waves of flames overwhelmed the surroundings.

Shenjun stood on the scorched earth, with a simple and simple mirror hanging above his head, and the mirror of all living beings cast a thin light, covering the whole Shenjun in dust and snow light.

But Shenjun's appearance is different from the one just now, with a long dragon tail growing out behind him, his fingernails are as sharp as the claws of a beast, and the skin that can be seen from the corners of his eyes, neck, wrist, etc., is covered with a layer of fine snow-like crystal scales , Two small coral-colored horns grow out of the silver hair.

Although Shenjun looks like a young man, his body has only broken out of the shell not long ago, and the dragon horns that represent the age and strength of the real dragon have only just pointed out, which is not much different from when he was born.

"Although I have been reincarnated as a demon, I still don't like beasts very much, and I'm not used to claws and tails." Shenjun flicked his tail unskillfully.

The sleeves and hair tails that were not covered by the mirror of sentient beings were eroded by the flames, and the divine monarch neatly cut them off with his claws.

Shenjun said: "However, this body is much stronger than before."

Behind Zhong Ying was the flames burning in the sky, sparks were floating in the loose hair, it seemed to be smudged by the flames, showing a bit of gorgeous moisture, the peach blossom eyes were cold and sarcastic, and he said with a fighting spirit: "Take out what you are honored as The true skills of the "Shenjun" come."

He raised his hand, and the entire sea of ​​flames was stirred, condensing into sparks one after another. As Lu Li pointed the tip of his spear at the god, the red lotus burst into full bloom again.

The spear collided with the silver tail, the red lotus burst into flames, amidst the sound of the wind, fire and raging waves, the sound of the guqin was quiet...

Although the volume of mountains and rivers is not comparable to a big world that has been extended for thousands of years, it is also vast and boundless, and even the spiritual consciousness of the Taoist Immortal can't sweep it to the end.

At this time, the void that carried this world stretched out a hand.

The hand bones are slender, the knuckles are distinct, the skin is as white as polished jade, and even the curvature of the fingertips is shockingly beautiful.Like holding a bright pearl, that hand held up a world with ease and freehand.

The other hand bent its knuckles, lightly twisted a purple bamboo tube ink pen, dipped the pen in the void, and used the world as rice paper, chaos as ink, and smeared wantonly.

The sun and the moon are sketched with the tip of the hair, and the sun and the moon complement each other with the red lotus fire.

Move the tip of the pen to the sky, and there will be a mysterious wind blowing from the extremely cold place thousands of miles away, passing through the vast ocean, and sweeping the sea of ​​fire.

Unexpectedly, you are floating in the void, holding a scroll of mountains and rivers in one hand, and a spring and autumn brush in the other, like a god bowing his head, pitying the world, and watching the world in the scroll.

One eye is the sun, one eye is the moon, and the world is in the eyes.

Clouds and mist floated between his sleeves and hair, misty and fluffy.

In the world of mountains and rivers, the divine fire summoned by Zhong Ying's innate magical powers can be immortal for thousands of years even if there is no carrier. The divine monarch summons blizzards and frost in the body of a real dragon, attracting mountains and tsunamis.

The hundred-foot wave extinguished the real fire, and the red lotus fire evaporated all the frost and snow.

Come and go, each wins and loses.

Unexpectedly, with a pen, the four seasons rotated, and the seeds of spiritual wood were buried in the scorched earth washed by the torrent, which broke through the ground with lightning speed and germinated, and went straight to the sky, forming an ancient tree in the sky.

The tall and straight giant trees blocked the huge waves, and became the fuel of the flames, fueling the fire, and the white waves vaporized into a white mist...

On the river of the wilderness, upon noticing this scene, although the old master and the others still had a sullen face, they also breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

At least the first step didn't go awry.

The old headmaster sent a voice transmission: "Spiritual girl!"

The little spirit girl shrunk in the "turtle shell" popped out a small head, and responded in a series of voices: "Okay, I understand, old man."

"Zhong Yue, go help the spirit girl." The old headmaster said to his companion beside him, "It's up to you."

After saying that, he shrunk the ground into a foot and walked towards a direction. At the same time, several people forcibly escaped.

Because of the scuffle just now, they joined forces with King Feng because of hitting Zhong Yue, and when they heard the sound transmission, they kicked towards the void and kicked an evil cultivator in front of King Feng.

"Miscellaneous bird, hold on, I will come back and save you before you die." Before the words finished, Zhong Yue ran away without looking back.

That evil cultivator was emitting black smoke all over his body, which stained Phoenix King's precious wings black, and the angry Phoenix King turned black.

Except Zhong Ying, Jun Buyi, and the Buddhist monk who was forcibly pulling the fly whisk to preach the scriptures, the ten Daoist masters pulled away four human monks in a row, leaving only three temporarily entangled with Li Fang Shui Jing.

If Zhong Yue and the others had returned late, they might have died, but there was no anger of being abandoned on their faces, not even a hint of surprise...

Facing the overwhelming backlash, the Immortals of Hedao, who had always beaten a group of people, were beaten with two fists and four hands for the first time, and they were beaten extremely miserably.

A bitter partner who was split in two: "They have all run away, why are you fighting? Go after them, what should you do if the big devil of your god can't stand the crowd for a while?"

A sharp voice replied: "Shenjun? Shenjun only asked us to do one thing, to collect evil fire from all directions, that's all hahaha."

Another human said: "God is omnipotent!"

A cold and alienated voice said: "The gods never need us."

King Feng heard this, and while fighting, he asked back: "Then why do you stop me? It is not easy to cultivate to this point, so is he really worth your life?"

A dull voice replied: "Is it worth it? What's the point?"

"...we're just waiting for the end..."

Zhong Yue cut off the thorns entwining the barbarian spiritual girl one by one, and after the bondage was removed, the spiritual girl crawled out of the basalt shell.

On the battlefield full of bloody corpses, she took a step forward, raising her colorful skirt, with a dexterous posture, the bells on her ankles and wrists danced with the wind, and her crisp voice seemed to be able to wash away the smoke of the battlefield.

The spirit girl danced briskly, sang songs written in ancient Chinese, and sang and danced briskly and enthusiastically.

This is a sacrificial dance of the barbarians, which is passed down from generation to generation by the spiritual women to worship, please, and summon the ancestors of the barbarians and the gods of the barbarians.

An ancient door slowly appeared from the abyss, the chains on the door were broken one by one, and the sound of heavy footsteps came faintly from behind the door.

The old courtyard master and the others held the mystery array in their hands and played ancient golden runes one by one.

Each rune is different, and the combination seems to be a profound and obscure scripture. After it melts into the air, it fades away on the array.