Demon’s Diary

“Yodo, oh no, Senior Yoo already knows that.” The old man's name for Liu Ming was changed again.

“Yokoto, you don't have to use the word" seniors ". You and I are still in peace. Just call me by my name.” Liu Ming shook his head and said.

“This dare, if Senior Liu has advanced to Jindan, how can he be rude?” The old man Yan hastily speculated.

“Whatever I fix, I'm always a barbarian disciple, don't be so polite, otherwise I'm a little uncomfortable.” Liu Ming said calmly.

“Now that Yodo has said that, Hiccup will not resign.” The old man with the Yan surname felt that Liu Ming's tone was a little stiff and hastily agreed to come down.

“As Taoists know, a hundred years ago, the Sea Monster Emperor returned to the sea, not only to make great strides, but also to rebuild the Imperial Palace, gathering together a large number of old parts of the past, and has been gradually encroaching on island forces throughout the sea. He has also subjugated the forces of the Original Sea King. Today, they have become the dominant force in the invasion of Yunchuan. The truce agreement between us and the Sea Nation originated from the Sea King. Today, they become the claw teeth of the Sea King. Naturally, this agreement is not counted. Unless my Yunchuan mainland is remote and the Yunchuan Alliance is united, I'm afraid it would have been annexed by the Sea Demon Emperor... but even so, in today's situation, I'm afraid it won't last long.” The old man's face was bitter and slow, he said.

“As for the Sect, because of the frequent wars with the Sea Nation over the years, the energy was severely damaged and the strength was less than 10 to 23 years ago, as were the other factions of the Yunchuan Alliance.” The old man Yan continued after a pause.

“By the way, don't know what's going on with Nine Babies?” Liu Ming nodded, seemed to think of something again and asked.

Liu Ming has learned something from Zhang Embroidery's mouth about the situation of the sea demon emperor and the Hai clan. As for Yunchuan's current evil, he also roughly anticipated it.

“The nephew of the nine-infant pulse master, Gui, unfortunately crashed in a war with the Sea Nation more than a decade ago, and now only the nephew of the nine-infant pulse is left.” The old man with the Yan surname sighed and said slowly.

Liu Ming heard that Tao Aunt Zhong was still there. She relieved herself and could only sigh at the fall of Gui Ruquan.

At that time, there were not many outstanding disciples in the Nine Babies Pulse, sincerely died of the ban on Volkswagen Island. Ishikawa crashed in the life and death trial. Over the years, the zongmen were frequently logged again, resulting in even scarcer resources, and no advanced psychic was normal.

“As for the other pulses, the situation is similar…" The Yellowstone Gate on the side continued to interface.

After some inquiry, Liu Ming found that few acquaintances who had been in the Barbarian Ghost Sect were still alive today.

Uncle Nguyen, who originally taught him the four layers of medullary bones, finally failed to break through the bottleneck in the middle of the coagulation solution. Shouguan has long since sat down.

Uncle Lui and Uncle Yin Sha Yi Ka Lan, once masters of Tianjin Yi, have also fallen in successive years of Hai clan warfare.

Pastoral Yunxian and Duhai, who had a good relationship with him, had already been married as a couple hundred years ago. After that, Duhai consciously broke through the hopelessness of the spiritualist, and the two returned to their families, long gone from being barbarian ghosts.

However, Qian Huiniang, a ghost dance pulse, condensed several times, finally found an opportunity, fortunately entered the condensation period to become a spiritual master, and Zhang Cuier, an ancient spiritual girl, has also grown up to be an adult, in the body of the spiritual marrow, has cultivated into the medium boundary of condensation, becoming a midstream grinding column in the mountains.

Gao Pulse is the body of the earthly spiritual vein. These years it has been cultivated under refinement. Like Zhang Embroidery, it has been cultivated to the late stage of condensation. It is the most promising evolutionary crystal person in the sect.

As for the rather mysterious yang dry suddenly left Zongmen a hundred years ago, there has been no further news.

“Brother Yang isn't in Sect anymore?” Liu Ming's eyebrows slightly wrinkled. Among the young generation of spiritualists of the barbarian ghost sect, only Yang Qian and he had a little friendship. I didn't expect to come back this time, but I had no reason to meet him.

“Yudo had some ignorance. The history of this person was quite mysterious. At that time, it was recommended by a mysterious master of crystallization to enter this section. At the same time, I had hesitation, but for the sake of Zongmen, I accepted it. Shortly after the outbreak of the war with the Sea Nation, the man suddenly appeared and took the sun dry away, and then nothing was heard.” The old man with the Yan surname thought about it and said so.

“Oh, Brother Yang actually has such a history.” Liu Ming said with some surprise.

“We also secretly investigated the origin of the yang dry, but we never found anything, and there was no abnormal behavior in the sect, so the matter was not investigated.” Yellowstone's main entrance said.

Liu Ming nodded slowly and his eyes flashed with light.

“At the time of this episode, there were nearly 30 spiritualists, now there are only a dozen left, and I have not had Shou Yuan for several years, so the situation in this episode can be said to be extremely critical, but now that Daoyou returns, these problems naturally do not exist.” The old man with the Yan surname said with deep thoughts.

Liu Ming smiled slightly and did not speak.

“The news of the return of Senior Liu shall be notified as soon as possible to the pulse owners and spiritualists of the other pulses of the Sect. Later, we will hold another reception ceremony to gather all the disciples of the sect to see the seniors and celebrate the birth of a Master of the Realm.” Yellowstone thought about it and laughed.

“Not bad, exactly. When I was happy, I actually forgot about it. Huang Shinephew, you can do it.” The old man nodded in agreement and commanded.

Yellowstone said yes and stood up.

“Wait a minute! I don't love this kind of liveliness in my life, so don't worry about it.” Liu Ming waved to stop him.

The old man's name and the master of Huang Shi are all rumours.

“Since Yodo doesn't like these, let's briefly let the pulse spiritualists only meet Yodo later. Is that so good?” The old man with the Yan surname was silent for a moment and said in an enquiring tone.

“Let's do this. I just got back and was going to go back to Nine Baby Mountains first.” Nor did Liu Ming overwhelm their hearts and stood up and said.

The elderly Yan surname and the master of Huang Shi naturally did not occasionally meet, and immediately congratulated Liu Ming on walking out of the hall,

As soon as the light flashed, Liu Ming rushed to the sky and flew towards Nine Baby Mountains.

“I couldn't imagine a three-spirit disciple in his day, but now he can practise the realm of late Jindan. I really didn't think of it.” As Liu Mingguang went away, Yellowstone murmured unbelievably.

“Yudo can practise the realm to this day. It's certainly not only as simple as his mouth says, but we don't need to worry about these either. Yudo is now the biggest mountain dependant in this section and must do everything possible to pull it together. You go ahead and preach to the pulsating spiritualists, and we'll discuss the Wind Festival later.” The old man with the Yan surname thought about it and ordered it again.

“Yes, or is Uncle Hiko thoughtful, I will arrange it.” The Yellowstone Master hastily promised and walked on.

After Yellowstone left, the old man Yan stood in front of the hall for half a minute, seemed to be thinking about something, and then quickly left.

At this time, Liu Ming had long turned into a stream of light, before reaching a mountain peak.

Looking far away, a dozen tall buildings on the top of the mountain, though slightly damaged, he recognized them at a glance, which was exactly the Nine Baby Mountains he had been in when he first started.

After Liu Ming's face moved and the black light flashed, the light stroller's road appeared over a stone house at the hillside.

This is the small courtyard he lived in, and it doesn't seem to have changed much at this moment, except that the entire courtyard seemed empty and full of thick dust.

Liu Ming glanced a few times and a hint of memory flashed in his eyes.

In that year, pretending to be a white disciple, he entered the Nine Babies vein with the qualities of the Three Spirits. He grew from an unheard famous disciple to a spiritualist whose purpose was to keep the Sect at his side. The little drip in it, though years apart, still had a history.

Half a minute later, Liu Ming shook his head and moved in shape, continuing towards the top of Nine Baby Mountains.

The other side appeared in front of the Nine Baby Mountains Hall, but the look was flat.

On the square in front of the palace, he stood a double-white Purple Taoist aunt, behind him were more than twenty nine-infant disciples, respectfully divided by two sides.

Aunt Purple Robe looks about forty or fifty years old, with slight wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, and can rarely see how beautiful she looked when she was a little younger.

This person is Zhong Tao Aung.

Upon seeing Liu Ming's figure, Zhong's last name Tao Aunt's body slightly shocked.

Liu Ming saw this, and the mood of the ancient well was full of ripples, as if time had passed more than a hundred years ago, when he had just been brought to Nine Baby Mountains...

“Teacher respect.” Liu Ming took a deep breath, quickly converged his mood and paid a respectful tribute to Zhongdao.

“Master has just summoned me, I still have some unbelievable, it's been more than a hundred years, you are now a true Brother of the Realm. Though you and my disciple were proportionate at the time, but now that I'm in transit, I really don't dare to look at you as a disciple anymore.” Zhong Dao carefully measured Liu Ming's eyes, his eyes filled with comfort, but he still laughed bitterly.

“Wherever you say, the disciple was greatly grateful to you many times, and I will always be your disciple.” Liu Ming raised his head and said word for word.

Aunt Zhong Dao heard that the colour of the gods on her face had changed for a while, seemed moved, as if she had some sighing, opened her mouth, and finally did not say anything.

“Master, are these the disciples of the Nine Babies?” Liu Ming turned away from the topic and looked at the two rows of spiritual monks behind him.

These disciples all look very young, cultivated mostly in the early middle of the Spirit, and cultivated only a few or three later.

“Well, most of them are new disciples for over a decade.” Zhongdao looked back at the disciple behind her and nodded.

“Seen Senpai Yoo!” The disciples of the two platoons gave a gift to Liu Ming in unison.

“Okay, no need to be polite.” Liu Ming nodded, his hands suddenly grabbed, and a black aperture flashed over the disciples' heads, shouting open, covering more than twenty people in full.

(Forgotten words have recently become insomniac again, opening their eyes until dawn for two days before sleeping a little confused. It's painful. Who knows?