Heroic Death System

Yan waited a few days to find that the state of the small mushroom remained unchanged, so he simply took the decaying tree of the long mushroom with him.

He doesn't have a clear goal, he just follows the little mushroom for granted. When the guy jumped around, he didn't feel it. Now that he's quiet, he realizes that life is really lonely. This is the kind of mushroom you seemed to grow in your own empty world. I always felt a little disturbed, but couldn't help pulling it out.

“Little mushroom, if you don't wake up, I'll eat you.” Yan slaughtered boringly turning the rotten wood on his hand, threatening it.

The mushroom head trembled and almost didn't come off the wood.

The glow flashed, and the white flowers could be transformed into human figures appearing in front of Yan's eyes.

Yan weighed him up and down, feeling thin again, already thin waist, now even more unprofitable.

He stretched his hand and pinched, slippery, without any flesh.

Jean could hide and quickly take a dress out of the storage ring and put it on.

“Are you hurt?” Yan asked.

“Hmm.” Jean-Claughed and said to Yan, “After all these days of deliberation, I decided to take you to the mysterious realm. ”

“Void Heavenly Secret Realm? ”

“Yes,” he explained vividly, "there are rumours that there are treasures left behind by the ancient gods, and there must be ways to practise them for you. ”

In keeping with the original development of the world, demons and mushrooms not only annihilated several sects but also excavated many monuments as the real world flourished. But it is appalling that they only retain their magic tricks and burn most of them to the ground. Thousands of years later, the realm of cultivation fell into a difficult state of embarrassment, and the cultivators who became fairies were the horns of the phoenix. The magic joy is faint, and the realm of the cultivation has lasted for 5,000 years.

And the culprit is Sankoh. The system allows him to direct the slaughter rather than destroy it, presumably not only to repair the peace of the real world, but also to repay the cause and effect and to revitalize the real world.

And the slaughter shall be caused by him, and shall be extinguished by him.

Determine the target, and the two of them go to the mysterious realm of the sky. On the road, he had not changed his mind and was still happy to help. On several occasions, he had been chased into hiding because of his strange identity. But he had no complaints and had always adhered to the principles, preferring to injure himself rather than to maim the living.

One day Yan finally couldn't bear to ask: "With your heart, why did you fall into the magic? ”

"Even if I were a demon, I wouldn't be the evil one," said Jean-Claude. But if you turn others into demons, you may not be able to keep one of them at peace. ”

“Who would appreciate it if you did more?” Yan thinks this little mushroom is stupid.

“I don't need to be greeted.” You can stand in the green waters of the mountains, open your arms, and say, “Look, how beautiful the world is. I came here to see all the wonderful things, to leave happiness, to abandon worries, to be a tall, magnificent mushroom. ”

Yan murdered silently for a moment, realistically saying: “Even if you become a demon god, you will not be great. ”

Jean-Claude glared at him: “I call it short hearted height. A shallow man like you with a good leather bag doesn't understand. ”

Yan does not comment on this, it is only the Phantom: “The cultivation of the way, if you do not enter or retreat, you are a monster, but you turn away from the way, I fear your strength will never improve. ”

“Didn't I have you? ”

The words that came out of his mouth shook a circle of ripples in Yan's heart. The smile of the capital was as if a lotus flower had blossomed in front of him. He did not know how the little mushroom could be so straightforward, so mustard-free, he had never thought of saving his life, knowing that every time he was in danger, he was just watching with cold eyes.

“I won't save you.” The Yan slaughter is cold, “even if you die, I will not save you. ”

“Sure.” He said peacefully, "It is wise not to save the cultivators because you can't fight them at all. ”

The Yan slaughter was silent.

Shanko looked at him again: "I ask you, if you possess strong strength, will you do it? ”

He must be answered "yes” or he will be friends immediately! The gaze of sanctity is gleaming.

“Mm-hmm.” Yan slaughtered backwards, answering, “Yes.” He'll kill them all.

I almost cried. It wasn't easy! He finally has a place in the mind of this demon.

Two months later, Shanko and Yan arrived at Heyushan, where the mysterious realm of the sky lies.

The entrance to the secret frontier is beneath a cold spring, which contains a guardian beast who can take advantage of his species for the first time, poisoning it with a drop of toxin-containing sperm blood, and then entering the secret frontier smoothly.

The Mysterious Realm of the Sky is the most accessible of all the monuments yet to be known. If it weren't for the secret entrance, I'm afraid it would have been looted.

After that, the two men successfully arrived in the treasure palace under the illumination of the "protagonist aura", crossing the heavy organs.

However, at the moment when Yan had just stepped into the treasure palace, the surrounding scene had mutated, and a great deal of pressure had come to his face, forcing him to lean back, but he had resisted without retreating.

“Humph.” A cold hum sounded in his ear, like a thunderbolt, shocking and shivering.

It was strange to see Yan holding a step behind her and standing motionlessly at the door.

He bypassed the Yan slaughter and stepped into the gates of the Treasure Palace.

Yan's pupils shrunk, unable to make a sound reminder, and can only watch as he crosses.

Thought that Coco would be settled like him, but I didn't expect him to walk into the treasure palace unhindered.

Yen's heart is strange, as is the spiritual awareness that remains in the Treasure Palace.

The secret realm of the sky is a haven before the ferry of the ancient immortals. After his ferry, he deliberately left a soul to open the pavilion in order to help the relatives, on the one hand, and to prevent the demonic people from entering.

He had just stepped in and was immediately noticed by the spirit. Yan had no magic on his body and had a very high potential to repair immortals. However, the spiritual consciousness could easily see the magic he hid in his soul. Immortal root magic, such contradictory existence, is actually clustered together. Gods become demons, but between the lines. But the magic is obviously stronger than the immortal root, full of blood and darkness, such as demonic ghosts crying, which is frigid.

Spiritual consciousness does not allow such a dangerous figure to enter the pavilion. If he is allowed to practice kung fu, it will not cause unexpected disturbances to the world of cultivation in the future.

While he was trying to deport this person, another person stepped into the Treasure Palace's restraint.

Spiritual consciousness shocked again.

The first man to enter possessed the qualities of a cactus, but hid the heart of the demon; and then the teenager, who was clearly the body of a demon, possessed an incredibly pure divinity. The two are the opposite, but equally contradictory.

The moment the teenager stood side by side with the man, his consciousness felt the dangerous smell from the man and the smoke dissipated. Originally a world of silence, as if life had appeared, flowers were flowering, the yin and yang poles were endless.

Such a peculiar scene, spiritual consciousness has never seen.

Is it because he's been gone so long that he's out of touch with the times? Is it all this strange in the realm of mending today?

These two, divided into demons, combined into gods, are incredible!

Spiritual consciousness opens restraint, letting them in. He wanted to see what they were going to look like in the future.

The force that Yan discovered imprisoned him disappeared shortly after he could enter. He looked at the shanko around him and at the portrait hanging on the main wall, in which was an old man with a fairy wind bone. seemingly ordinary, but with a breath that is hard to ignore.

Yan looked at it for a while, retrieved his gaze and began to measure this treasure palace, which not only has all kinds of secrets of kung fu, but also a number of rare treasures.

Yan was not in a hurry to collect the treasure, and his heart was always cautious about the painting on the wall.

Yet not at all concerned, his heart is flat and he is not restricted to it.

Just as he was unhappy with the treasure hunt, the spirit in the portrait spoke: "Little man, don't rush. ”

Jean-Claude looked up at the portrait and asked Yan: “Was he talking? ”

unemotionally nodded.

Though the “prophet” has found the mystery of the void, not every development detail is clear. The existence of spiritual consciousness has only a vague impression beforehand. Now that he is heard, the veins become clearer and clearer.

“Who's Senior?” Ask yet.

“Old Dao ‘Luo He’, thousands of years have passed into immortals, leaving a spiritual consciousness, waiting here for relatives. ”

"'Senior seniors have agreed to let us in,' said Jean-Claude. 'I'm sure we're the relatives of senior seniors. ”

“Oh, the little guy's smart.” The spiritual consciousness continues, "whatever is in the treasure trove, you can access. However, there are several treasures that have been banned, and I will teach you how to lift the ban before you are hurt by it. ”

The words after the Spiritual Awareness were “you”, not “you”, indicating that he was only willing to teach Shanko the law of the lifting of the ban.

Yan doesn't care, he knows the integrity of the little mushroom, he will give anything if he asks himself.

“Senior, we have received your gift and do not know how to repay it. ”

“There is no need to repay, just that you may cultivate mindfully, rid yourselves of evil ideas, and be rightly guided. ”

When the Spiritual Consciousness has spoken, the law of lifting the ban is fully conveyed to Sangkou, and then the secret phrase is: "The man beside you, the magic is his own, be very careful in the future.

He can also reply in the same passphrase: [I know that he was about to be ferried into a demon, and I forcibly stopped him, making him fail to ferry and forget the past.

You don't mind telling the truth about a glimmer of spiritual knowledge.

[It turns out, no wonder he has a fairy root, but he has magic... Wait, a demon head that has been repaired into Dacheng, why is there a fairy root?] Mindful, stunned, [It's you!

Jean-Claughed: "I have ruined his work, so that I may become a demon for him, and help him to be guided.

Spiritual consciousness finally understands why such a strange sight can be seen in these two people. The teenager in front of him, for the sake of a demon head, did not hesitate to fall into the demon, so as to repair the body of the demon and help him to walk into the fairy path.

This reminds him of the hidden bodhisattva of his sad vows: "Hell will not be empty, nor will it be Buddha, and all life will be exhausted to bear witness to the Bodhi. If I don't enter hell, who will enter it? ”

Those who thought that there was no place in the world to hide as great a compassionate and compassionate as Bodhisattva, did not expect to find the same heart of compassion in a strange body today.

[Son,] the spiritual consciousness said, [I'm sure you can do what you want. Old Dao gave you another gift.

A golden light flashed and gradually condensed into a seed in the air, then slowly fell into the right chest.

“What is this?” You can touch your chest and ask curiously.

Around there was a silence, and no one responded.