Data Cultivation System

The voice that suddenly appeared in Zhuge Xiang's mind made Zhuge Xiang slightly startled, who else could have this ability? It must be the King of Illusion in this scorching desert.

It actually knew that it had entered the scorching desert for ten days? And also know that these days, I'm investigating it myself? Could it be? The whole hot desert is its eyeliner? Thinking of these, Zhuge Xiang was startled by the ability of King Huandu.

Feeling something in his heart, Zhuge Xiang turned his head. Sure enough, behind him stood a graceful woman. Seeing this woman, she was wearing a black gauze skirt, but her exposed skin was very fair and tender. It seems that it is not exposed to the poisonous sun of the hot desert sun.

Her face was blocked by a black veil, so that her appearance could not be seen, but Zhuge Xiang could vaguely see that this was a peerless beauty, no less than Lu Yuling.

So far, Zhuge Xiang has seen countless beauties, but the most beautiful ones are Lu Yuling and the sea god of the East China Sea. The beauty lies in the holiness and majesty of her gods, as if the sun is shining, making people feel a sense of surrender and worship.

But this Phantom King, her beauty is no less than that of Lu Yuling and Sea God. Moreover, even though she cannot see her peerless face, she can be vaguely seen through the black veil, and her occasionally graceful figure makes the Phantom King , giving people a feeling of hazy beauty, people can't help but become curious, and can't wait to dig out all her beauty carefully.

"Phantom King?" Zhuge Xiang asked, looking at this stunning woman in a black gauze dress.

Although it was an interrogative sentence, his tone was obviously confirmed. Even though he had never met King Huandu, Zhuge Xiang knew it from what she said just now.

"That's right, you came to the scorching desert. What do you mean by looking for me? Do you want to ask me? Or do you want to get rid of demons and defend the way?" Wearing a black dress, King Huanming nodded lightly and continued to ask Zhuge Xiang , While speaking, her eyes as bright as peerless black pearls kept looking at Zhuge Xiang.

"Of course I have something to ask of you. I just didn't expect that the legendary King of Darkness would be such a peerless beauty like you..." Looking at the King of Darkness, it seemed that it was not difficult to speak, Zhuge Xiang opened his mouth. Sincerely praised.

Although a goblin can transform into a human form, and can even transform its own appearance, this temperament cannot be transformed.

"Oh? To be honest, as long as I can help you, I will do my best to help you." Hearing that Zhuge Xiang wanted something from himself. This King of Huanming seemed to be very talkative, he spoke directly, and almost patted his chest to assure him.

That straightforward personality made Zhuge Xiang secretly surprised, this guy, when he was kind, was he really so kind? Or is it my luck? Is it time to meet her kindness?

"I have a friend who needs to study something related to the soul and memory. You, the King of Darkness, is the originator of this field, so I hope to ask you for help." Since the King of Darkness is easy to talk, Zhuge Xiang is even happier , Open the mouth directly, and talk about the Die Wu matter. He told the King of Magic Darkness briefly and to the point.

"So that's how it is. I'll do my best to help you bring her here for some trivial matters." Waving her hand, although King Huan Dusk is a woman, her boldness is no less than that of a man.

"That's really grateful. My friend is now in the shrine of the Chang'an City Imperial Palace. Maybe King Huandu will walk around with me?" Zhuge Xiang was really grateful for King Huandu's straightforwardness and warm heart.

Three levels of task rewards, I didn't expect it to be completed so easily, how could Zhuge Xiang not be grateful?

"The imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty?" However, the Huanming King, who was bold and warm-hearted just now, heard Zhuge Xiang's dazzling eyes, but his eyes turned cold, and his tone became very cold. Every word, as if They all jumped out of the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month: "Get out of here, within three breaths, if you don't get out, don't blame me for letting you understand what it means not to live and not to die...".

Zhuge Xiang was startled by the sudden change of the King of Darkness, and immediately realized that the King of Darkness had been attacked by dozens of Void Realm powerhouses from the royal family of the Tang Dynasty. , with hatred, it is also a matter of course...

"Phantom King, listen to my explanation, I..." Seeing that the Phantom King turned his face, there was no sign at all, the sky was clear before, but suddenly it was covered with dark clouds, Zhuge Xiang hurriedly opened his mouth and explained.

"Hmph, it turns out that you are the same, and you are enshrined by the Tang Dynasty. In that case, today I will let you taste the most terrible pain in the world..." Before Zhuge Xiang could finish speaking, Huan Ming Wang's black pearl-like eyes suddenly snorted coldly, the voice was so cold that one's blood would freeze.

The eyes that were as black as black pearls suddenly burst into endless light, like a vortex, making Zhuge Xiang feel that his soul was being pulled, the King of Illusion had obviously activated her illusion ability...

"Soul of the sword!", feeling the throbbing of the soul, Zhuge Xiangyi guarded the altar, urging the soul of the sword suspended above the altar of the Purple Mansion with all his strength.

In the Purple Mansion Lingtai, the suspended divine sword bursts out with bursts of brilliance, completely illuminating the entire Zifu Lingtai, and using it to resist the illusion attack of the Illusory Night King...

"Oh? Sword Soul? I didn't expect you to have such abilities." Feeling the strong resistance of Zhuge Xiang's Sword Soul, his divine sense was like a sword, cutting off his own mental illusion, and the King of Magic Darkness raised his hand in surprise. eyebrow.

But immediately, Fu sneered and said: "But, do you think you can resist me with a sword soul?".

Following the words of King Huandu, Zhuge Xiang felt dizzy for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was lying in a dilapidated small temple, with little fish dripping continuously from the small temple. The dilapidated tiles fell down, and the rainy night made people feel a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow...

After moving, Zhuge Xiang felt a burst of pain in his body, as if his bones had been torn in half. Looking down, he saw many bruises on his body, and his thin body was wearing worn-out coarse clothes, which were covered with patches. , this figure, twelve or thirteen years old...

"Where is this? Why am I here?", looking around in a daze, Zhuge Xiang's eyes suddenly froze, and then, his eyes were filled with billowing anger. The cold can also be driven out...

An old man, breathless, was lying beside Zhuge Xiang. The old beggar had many marks of being bitten and scratched on his body. Zhuge Xiang remembered that he himself was a little beggar, and this old beggar had always been a beggar. Grandpa who will take care of himself and grow up.

Just today, when a wealthy family in a small town was begging, instead of giving alms, the beggar let the dog attack him. If the old beggar hadn't defended him stubbornly, his thin body would have been swallowed up by the vicious dog. Not even bones left.

Dragging his tired body, Zhuge Xiang moved a bit. In the rainy night, ignoring the light rain outside, he dragged the old beggar's body out of the ruined temple.

With a slight movement in his heart, Zhuge Xiang returned to the small ruined temple where he was curled up. Under the tattered straw mat, he took out a dagger. In the rainy night, the sick dagger shone with a cold light.

Where did this knife come from? Zhuge Xiang shook his head, he couldn't remember clearly, but just now he felt that there should be a knife under the straw mat.

Holding the knife, Zhuge Xiang slandered and buried the old beggar's body. Immediately, he picked up the knife and walked alone in the rainy night, entering a familiar town...

I am only twelve or thirteen years old, and this small town is where I grew up. I should be familiar with every brick and tile here, but for some reason, walking here on a rainy night today, this In the familiarity of the town, it actually gave me a strange feeling, as if I hadn't been here for many years.

Shaking his head, Zhuge Xiang shook off the strange feeling in his heart for no reason, just moved towards the small knife, with hatred in his eyes, and touched the big house in his memory...

In the rainy night, in the middle of the night, the whole world was shrouded in darkness, and there was a deathly silence. Looking at the high-walled compound and the closed door, wandering for a moment, Zhuge Xiang's feet appeared to be strange, and came to the big mansion. Behind, under a tree, sure enough, there is a dog hole the size of a washbasin on the wall.

It may be difficult for adults to get in, but Zhuge Xiang, because of long-term begging, is thin and weak, and he is only twelve or thirteen years old, so he easily turned into the dog hole.

In his arms, he held a dagger with a cold light. There was a dog hole here. Zhuge Xiang didn't remember it, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that it was right to come here.

Although he has never been a thief, but his age is young, his body is light, and he deliberately walks lightly, Zhuge Xiang walks like a ghost, a haunting ghost, lightly using the blade to pry open the door bolts , into the bedroom.

The short knife in his hand showed no mercy, covered his mouth, and thrust it into his chest fiercely, one knife, two knife, three knife...

In the dark night, the young man held a sharp knife, blood spattered, and his immature eyes were full of crazy anger and hatred. The blood seemed to dye his eyes red...

Killing, a killing that only belongs to twelve or thirteen-year-old children, is tonight, more than twenty bites in a row, thinking about the scene of the old beggar being bitten to death, the knife in Zhuge Xiang's hand is more ruthless and hotter...

When Tian Fang turned pale, Zhuge Xiang dragged his exhausted body and got out of the dog hole in high spirits. However, just as he was about to leave this small town, he seemed to think of something and stood in the small town. At the gate of the town, he stopped, turned his head and looked back.

Behind, there is no one, only the light rain, a strange dead silence, quiet, but Zhuge Xiang always feels that soon, someone should appear.

who is it? Zhuge Xiang didn't know why he came, and he didn't know, but he knew that someone should come, and someone who was very important to him...