Chapter 276： master

"Should I call you Xuanji, or should I call you Xuanmu?" Venerable Xuanshan opened his eyes, looked past the eighteen blood-colored coffins in the hall, looked outside the hall, and said slowly.

"Senior, Xuanmu and Xuanji are just names. Is there any difference? If senior is happy, he can call me a cat or a dog, so what's the matter?" The two-horned black-armored monster jumped to the side of a blood-colored coffin. , The hook and sharp claws scratched across the coffin lid, there was a piercing chi-chi sound, and iron flowers splashed everywhere.

The eighteen corpse demons he refined were only short of Chiyuan, but he failed to come back after Zhengyangzong and his party, so he could only kill the Jindan female cultivator of Zhengyangzong to make up the ten Eight corpses.

"I also want to know what to call a fellow Taoist?" A question came from outside the main hall, but within two or three breaths, Venerable Xifeng and Li Jingqing suddenly appeared in front of the main hall.

The monster with two horns and black armor, after seeing Li Jingqing beside Venerable Xifeng, felt a little similar aura between him and the demon corpse he is now in charge of, he was startled for a moment, and then Laughing loudly, the whole hall gradually shook amidst his laughter. Fortunately, the hall suddenly had a flash of inspiration and formations appeared, which prevented it from collapsing.

If he hadn't taken possession of this demon corpse now, he might not have felt the similar aura from Li Jingqing's body. The two have the same root and origin, but there are some differences.

Li Jingqing looked at the two-horned black-armored demon corpse in front of him. Of course he was very familiar with it. After all, he was one of the thirty-six demon souls born from this demon corpse. He naturally knew the appearance of the deity's corpse. .

But it wasn't this that made him hesitate, but the person who possessed the demon corpse now. He closed his eyes first, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, and said to him in a cold tone:

"I also want to know how to address you, Xuanmu or Xuanji, can Master tell this disciple?"

The two-horned black-armored demon corpse, after hearing the question from the three people, stopped laughing, his dark green vertical pupils were cold, and said to the two venerables: "Venerable Xuanshan, Venerable Xifeng , if the two seniors insist on asking me what to call you, I am both Xuanmu and Xuanji, why don't you call me Muji Sanren."

"Scattered people? Fellow Daoist, you can let it go and break it cleanly." Venerable Xifeng looked at the other party with an inexplicable smile, but no matter how hideous the other party's appearance was, in her eyes, the so-called beauty and ugliness had long since disappeared. She looked over, all she cared about was the other party's cultivation.

She doesn't care what Muji Sanren's previous identity was, if it was Xuanji before, how could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator be so presumptuous in front of her, but now he relies on the demon corpse, but he can barely call each other a Taoist friend , but only barely. Xuan Shan and her got serious, they wanted to kill Muji Sanren, but it was just a little extra effort.

After all, it seems that the soul of the Demon Corpse itself has dissipated in the six thousand years of suppression, and only then was a mere Nascent Soul True Monarch occupying the body. Because the difference is too far.

However, in this world, these distracted venerables can't do whatever they want. Once the magic power used exceeds a certain limit, tribulation thunder will fall on their heads, and it will be more powerful every time. The low-level monks want to cultivate to their level, and these distracted venerables desperately want to escape from this world and ascend to other big worlds.

Otherwise, if they are trapped in this world, they will either run out of lifespan or die under the tribulation thunder once every five hundred years. Low-level monks think that as long as their cultivation reaches the stage of distraction, they can escape from this world, but they don't know that this world treats all things as dogs, and the way is ruthless but righteous.

Venerable Xifeng also doesn't know whether this world is born with spiritual wisdom, because she feels that all things in this world, the so-called human monsters are ancient, vegetation and monsters, all kinds of creatures, as long as they absorb the spiritual energy of this world, they cannot easily escape from the other world. After the death of these distracted venerables, the mana that has been refined for thousands of years in their bodies will return to the world, just like monsters and poultry raised by people.

All things are born and die, and the cycle is endless!

And they have practiced so far, how could they be willing to wait for death. No matter how trapped this world is, there will eventually be a few places where the space is weak, but these places are extremely hidden. Therefore, when Venerable Xifeng learned about the space node from Li Jingqing, he couldn't help but make a deal with him. The same is true for Venerable Xuanshan, but looking at the current situation, it seems that something went wrong. Venerable Xifeng was very active, and after asking the other party's Taoist name, he walked to the side of the blood-colored coffins and looked at the mysterious and complicated things on them. The lines are not any kind of magic lines that she is familiar with, but with her eyes, she can roughly understand the purpose of these lines after deduction.

"Scattered?" Li Jingqing's eyes showed a little sadness when he heard that the demon corpse claimed to be a looser. Before that, he thought that Xuanmu Zhenjun was also like him, one of the thirty-six demon souls. However, the two have met many times and fought several times, he didn't find anything unusual, and thought that the other party's cultivation method was strange, so he asked Venerable Xifeng to capture Xuanmu.

Although he is one of the thirty-six demon souls born from the demon corpse, he does not want to set up a trap to occupy the monk's body like other demon souls.

He took the risk and made great determination to devote himself to a child who was still in his womb. This child is only three months old, and his mind and soul are out of focus. He occupies the magpie's nest halfway. With spiritual roots.

After the birth of the demon soul, each has its own spiritual wisdom. Li Jingqing didn't want to have too much to do with his predecessor, so he resolutely took a gamble. He could only do this when the baby's soul in his womb was not yet formed, just like the so-called reincarnation. Can be recognized by this world. Because he was worried about whether his deity would have someone behind him He didn't want to be restrained by others.

"Jing Qing, you know how happy this old man was when he saw you. Even without my old bones, our Wanjian Sect can produce another Nascent Soul cultivator. Congratulations. You have practiced so far, even one I don’t have a Taoist name yet, my incompetent master will fill it in for you today, how about taking ‘Yu Xing’?” Muji Sanren jumped on one foot, and came to Li Jingqing, looking at him with extremely complicated eyes , said.

"Is Yu Yu walking alone?" Li Jingqing murmured, then smiled wryly, and said loudly, "Then Yu Xing is here to thank Muji Sanren for his number."

Muji Sanren took a deep look at this former arrogant of the sect. Although there was tenderness in his eyes, the coldness returned to him the next moment. He set up a bureau hundreds of years ago, provoked disputes with the six factions, severely injured Xuanmu, and died himself, but in fact he took the opportunity to become the master of Xuanmu, and guarded in Zhenmo Valley for another one or two hundred years. Ancestor Wan Jian left behind the jade slips that maintained the formation, and reversed the method of breaking the formation to obtain this demon corpse that came across the border.

In order not to be able to see forever, he knew that no matter how he practiced, step by step, and did not take shortcuts, there would be no hope of being distracted in this life. As for the sect and the family, how it prospers, how it declines, even if it is destroyed, so what.

It's just the scenery on the road of practice, take a picture in your heart, why worry about it! If an immortal cultivator can't bear the pain and loneliness of life, and his heart is as hard as a stone, then he can simply treat himself as an ordinary mortal and enjoy himself.

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