Chapter 700

Yi Heng tidied up his mood, stroked the soft back of Su demon in his arms with his right hand, and asked in a soft voice, "do you want to pick that beautiful star?"

"Yes." Su demon blurted out and looked up at him, but his face changed greatly.

Her heart throbbed with a rare tenderness in his firm face and eyes.

It should have been her dream to get such a gentle look, but at this time, she had no reason to panic.

Panic is like losing the most important thing. It's more panic than losing your life.

"No, no, don't..."

"Ha ha, don't worry. Though the sky is big and the stone is far away, I can pick it for you. It's just..." He hesitated.

In such a desperate situation, she may be buried here. Is this Providence?

In that case, how about letting go?

In the purple mansion, the young man moves with his left hand, and the eight trigrams plate on the edge of chaos flies in and floats on his left hand.

Below, the stars and stones moving slowly from eight directions are getting closer and closer, and their tracks, as he expected, eventually gather together to form the appearance of an Eight Trigram disk.

Then it will brush past and move to the deep of the starry sky according to the established track.

Maybe it will be repeated soon.

But he couldn't wait for the next time, or that long.

as like as two peas in the secret of the body, it is enough to prove that this is absolutely related to the power of the secret place.

I can also prove whether I am the ancestor of Hongjun.

"Hongyi Junheng!" He sighed in his heart.

When Da Neng accepted Hongjun as his apprentice, he named him Hongjun, which was composed of two words from these four characters.

But he is called Yi Heng.

The same is the two characters of the four characters, the same pronunciation, different characters.

"No, elder martial brother, no... this, um, um..."

He began to descend slowly with Su demon in his arms. Just below, the intersection of eight stars from all around him was just the place to form the pattern of eight trigrams.

At the same time, he also slowly lowered his head, showing a little dry lips, toward the bottom, and under the lips, just her more dry lips.

Su demon's pale face turned red in an instant. He immediately understood what he was going to do and struggled hard. But then, the cherry mouth that had just opened was completely sealed before he could say a complete sentence.

The sound of faltering and suffocating is obvious under the silent starry sky.

Yi Heng hugs her, kisses her forcefully, kisses her obliviously, and slowly falls towards the bottom.

In the purple mansion, the young man holds the Bagua dish with his left hand and keeps the original size without the force of his soul. His eyes are fixed on the eight stars that are slowly approaching.

Slow, extremely slow, but closer and closer.

No longer the tiny starlight, it becomes more and more dazzling. It seems to be in front of you and you can reach it.

But Su demon eyes closed, unable to see such a beautiful star closer and closer.

And faltering, suffocating voice is also becoming smaller and smaller, gradually, she becomes submissive, hands hanging on his thick neck, force, again.

He wanted to melt himself into his body and began to take the initiative and counterattack.

Only four or five breaths, two people float down from the sky, as if to fall into the deep starry sky, buried in the depths of the starry sky, never again separated.

But even if it was four or five breaths, Yi Heng felt extremely satisfied.

Almost lost in her last passion, almost thought that these four or five breaths were eternal sweetness.

The sky below them was getting closer and closer, and the eight stars were getting brighter and brighter.

Su demon seems to be the light flashing his eyes, eyelids slightly moved, seems to want to open his eyes, the moment low groan.

She seemed to immediately know what he was thinking, and the whole person was quiet, no longer struggling, no longer retaining, immersed in this wonderful feeling, enjoying the wonderful feeling of spiritual connection.

The young and middle-aged people in Zifu are slightly closed and enjoy themselves on their faces.

But suddenly he raised his right hand and slapped him in the face. He woke up in an instant. His left hand held the Bagua dish and threw it out.

The two of them swayed down in one, and the starlight of all directions gathered in an instant.

The eight trigrams disk that rushes out of the purple mansion is shot at fiercely. It is like a precise calculation. It is skillfully and skillfully inlaid in the eight stars.

The stars burst out in an instant. When the eight trigrams disk is embedded, it is like a key to open the starry sky, and the sky explodes instantly.

Yi Heng only had time to grasp the Bagua dish, and then he was illuminated by the strong light in front of him and disappeared in the strong light.

And after the two disappeared, the strong light also disappeared.

The torn star sky closed in an instant, as if nothing had happened. The eight stars and stones passed by, reincarnated in the eternal track, and continued to move forward.But the starlight on the star stone, weak invisible, like burned out coal, dim.

They went further and further until they were covered by the light of other stars and disappeared into the deep sky.

"Who are you?"

Yi Heng has not yet responded, there is a voice in the ear.

It's like coming from the abyss, it's like it's coming from all around, like a question from heaven and earth.

Cool and dignified.

He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head, separated from the sweet lips of Su demon demon, and looked forward.

Su demon also woke up, did not care about the residual smell of moist lips, turned to look forward.

But she turned her head and looked up at Yi Heng.

Yi Heng does not need to bow his head, then know the shock and fear in her eyes, his own heart is also suddenly sinking, sinking again.

Fire, the whole world is fire.

But it did not touch the body, only in the purple house to burn the soul of the fire.

The pain from his soul was not the cause of his panic, nor was it the cause of Su demon's panic.

He knew that Su demon was frightened by the man sitting in front of him in the sea of fire.

The man seemed to be very hard to open his eyes. It seemed that he had closed his eyes for too long and had forgotten how to open them. At this time, his eyelids were covered with dust for a long time, so he had to exert himself to open them.

Under the thick eyebrows, two fine hairs shot, with a look, a little doubt, but as if everything is in the hands of the general, confident, calm.

A calm face, long black hair, and white clothes, sitting on the ground, just sitting, is like the master of the heaven and earth.

Yi Heng's palms began to sweat.

There is a mirror standing in front of me.

And that man is what he looks like in the mirror.

But the man sat cross and he stood.

"Who are you Calm down, he does not answer rhetorical questions, as long as it is a person, he may not be afraid.

"Ha ha, who am I?" The man was slightly stunned. It was obvious that the expression of this stupefied expression had not been seen for countless years, so it seemed very astringent.

But then a low smile came out of his throat, and then he opened his mouth and laughed wildly.

Laughter begins with a natural dignity, then gradually becomes desolate, and then gradually becomes rampant.

The sound of laughter resounds through the whole world and Yi Heng's heart.

Su demon's eyes are still unbelievable.

Yu Guang secretly looks at the Taoist priest who laughs wildly in front of him, and hugs him again.

If it had not been for one person sitting cross sitting, one standing, one dressed in white clothes, one with bloodstained body and tattered sheepskin clothes, she could never tell who was who.

At least not with the naked eye or with the mind.

Just now she hugged and kissed her affectionately. Was it Yi Heng holding her or the Taoist who was sitting there?

Her heart was more frightened, and in the wild laughter, she put more force around his neck, making his breathing sound coarser.

"Who am I? It takes too long. If you don't ask, you may never think of it again. " The sitting Taoist stopped laughing, and his whole body was gradually calming down.

At this time, he finally opened his eyes and looked at Yi Heng carefully. After half a sound, he moved and said, "although I don't know who you are, I know you are definitely in contact with me. Can you tell me why?"

Yi Heng looks gloomy.

If you know what the reason is, how can you be so shocked?

This person not only looks exactly the same as himself, but also frightens him that he has a very familiar feeling.

It seems that it is not the first time to meet him, but an old friend who has been separated for many years.

He didn't want to believe that feeling.

But the feeling of the youth in Zifu is the most real.

More than ten feet away, the Taoist who sits there is not only an old friend, but also a brother.

Even his wild laughter, he felt very kind, without any sense of disobedience, and it was rare to rise a trace of hostility.

"Ha ha, it seems that you have the same feeling as me. Well, since you don't want to speak, in order to explain all this, let me say it!"

The Taoist, who was sitting in a sitting room, looked as if he remembered something. He said again, "don't be afraid that you don't have time. Different from the outside, time is just the easiest to get."

"Please say it!" Yi Heng is holding Su demon, inconvenient to bow his hand, so he bends slightly toward him.

"What's going on out there? Can my three apprentices achieve the golden elixir As soon as the Taoist opened his mouth, he did not directly tell the story. Instead, he asked two questions first, like asking himself, and as if he really wanted to ask him.

Naturally, he did not answer. Although he had guesses in his heart, he did not dare to reveal more information about himself. On the other hand, he did not know whether the conjecture was completely correct.

Therefore, he looked as if he were listening attentively, waiting for the Taoist to continue to ask and answer himself.Sure enough, the Taoist didn't really want to ask him, and immediately replied, "outside, people call me Hongjun Daozu."

Yi Heng listened to this, his face remained unchanged, but his heart sank rapidly again, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.