God Emperor

The Devil's Valley is full of poisonous weeds, and the soil is purple-black.

Inside the valley, the space is vast, and through the dense poisonous mist and demonic miasma, one can see boiling black pools. If an ordinary monk loses his footing and falls into the pool, he will turn into bones in an instant.

Extremely dangerous.

Mu Lingxi took the space bag and walked into the valley.

"Ouch!"

The poisonous mist rolled up, becoming dark and dense, like waves of ink, and surged up to the sky above her head.

In the poisonous mist, a thick black python with seven large wings could be seen, covering the sky and the earth.

"Wow!"

The black python flew down, became smaller, and stood in front of Mu Lingxi.

But he looked like a four or five-year-old child.

Mo Tang had bare feet, his face was covered with magic marks, his eyes were evil, and he showed two rows of sharp teeth. He complained: "I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death. Send a group of creatures from the Holy Realm in for me to eat."

"We have already agreed not to eat flesh and blood from now on, why have you forgotten again?"

Mu Lingxi knocked on his bare head.

"I haven't forgotten! But it's always okay to eat a few occasionally to satisfy your cravings, right?"

With quick eyes and quick hands, Mo Tang snatched away a space cloth bag tied to Mu Lingxi's waist, opened it, and immediately frowned with disgust on his face, saying: "Why is it the Green Olive Fruit again?"

As he spoke, he sat down on the ground, took out the emerald-like fruits one by one, and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Bah! Bah!"

One bite at a time.

No vomiting was seen either.

"These green olive fruits are paid tribute by monks from hundreds of thousands of miles around. If you take them to the outside world, one can be sold for a high price. Are you still picky?"

Mu Lingxi sat next to him, put her hands on her knees, and looked at the sky.

"What price can it be sold for, and how many holy stones? Will it be auctioned in an auction house? Or sold in the magnificent ancient city you mentioned?" Mo Chan was very curious and asked excitedly.

Mu Lingxi said: "Although the green olive fruit has strong alchemy value, it is not particularly rare and cannot enter the auction house."

"Tell me more about the outside world. I want to hear the story of the Dragon Clan and the legend of the Sword God. The affairs of Heaven are also very interesting." Mo Yu said expectantly while scratching his head and ears.

Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm is almost isolated from the rest of the world, and descendants like Gu Shejing are born only once every ten thousand years.

Although Mo Tang is Liu Shen's mount, he has never left Luo Zuyun Mountain Realm, and rarely even leaves this valley. Therefore, he is full of curiosity about the outside world.

His understanding of the outside world was all through Mu Lingxi's narration, which naturally found it extremely novel, and he listened with interest and fascination every time.

"Forget it for today!"

Mu Lingxi was not in high spirits, and there was no smile on her face like before.

Mo Chan didn't know how to read people's emotions and asked: "Why? You can just tell a story."

"Counting the time, it has been a thousand years since I came to the hell world!" Mu Lingxi said suddenly.

"A thousand years? What happened to a thousand years? A thousand years is quite short. I have been in this valley for tens of thousands of years." Mo Yu continued to eat the fruit, looking careless.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked: "By the way! I never asked you. According to what you said, heaven and hell are opposed to each other. Either you die or I die. You, a monk from heaven, why do you come to hell? ?”

"Find someone!"

"did you find it?"

Mu Lingxi was silent for a long time, bit her red lips, shook her head, with a painful and cold look in her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "He was killed a thousand years ago!"

Mo Tang nodded and said: "Being killed, that's good, that's good... No, I didn't mean that. What I meant was, who killed him, do you want me to help you avenge him? I'm very cruel! "

His childish face showed a fierce look, gritting his teeth and glaring.

Mu Lingxi remained silent and shook his head slightly.

"That's right! What we discussed a few days ago can be put on the agenda!"

"Let's sneak out quietly together, and I'll help you get revenge. If you take me to play, you must go to the Heavenly Court, and the Kunlun Realm as well. I must swim in the Tianhe you mentioned."

Mu Lingxi's heart was in pain, her eyes were red, and she said: "My enemy is extremely powerful. He is the powerful Xiuchen God in the hell world. You are no match for him."

"It doesn't matter! If you are not an opponent now, you may not have a chance in the future." Mo Yu had round eyes and looked fearless.

Mu Lingxi shook his head again and said: "Even if you have the cultivation to fight against Xiuchen God in the future, Master will not let you take action. How can the gods of the hell world kill the gods of the hell world?"

Thousands of years ago, when she learned the tragic news that Zhang Ruochen had died at the hands of the God Xiu Chen, she almost collapsed like a bolt from the blue.

Xiuchen God is one of the top gods in heaven and earth, and he is famous in the hell world.

With her cultivation level, she can't even be considered an ant in front of a terrifying and powerful person like Xiu Chen. Wanting revenge is undoubtedly wishful thinking.

Mu Lingxi has long since abandoned her family in the Kunlun world. In her heart, there is a home where Zhang Ruochen is.

However, Zhang Ruochen's death was like the collapse of her faith in her heart. It was as if she had lost everything all of a sudden and could no longer think of what to do next?

Cultivation has become meaningless.

Just when she was about to die for her love, Grandma Di, the master of Luozu Yunshan Realm, took the Demon God who protected the world to visit the Daluo Palace of Tianluo Divine Kingdom.

At an accidental moment, the powerful world-protecting demon god suddenly sent a message to her secretly, hoping to get her help.

Mu Lingxi thought she had heard wrongly. How could she, a holy monk, help him?

Mu Lingxi asked many times, but failed to get a response from the World Protector Demon God.

Later, she checked the records.

Finally learned the identity of the World Protector Demon God.

Therefore, Mu Lingxi guessed that the World Protector Demon God was definitely not dead, and that some of his thinking and perception must have been preserved. However, this trace of thinking is very weak, and it only wakes up occasionally.

More often than not, they are in a state of confusion.

Later, it was confirmed that her guess was correct.

Mu Lingxi, who had lost all hope at that time, suddenly saw hope again.

Hope of revenge!

If Chi Xingtian could be completely awakened, with his powerful cultivation, he might not be able to kill Xiu Chen.

Therefore, Mu Lingxi dedicated the only piece of "Stone Carving of the Heavenly Demon" she had on her body to Grandma Earth, in exchange for becoming a disciple of Luo Zu Yunshan Realm.

If there is no hope of revenge, what is the point of living?

How could a person still care about a stone carving when he no longer even cares about life or death?

There is wind in the valley.

The sound of the wind was as harsh as the sound of a knife.

Mo Tang said: "Who was the person you were looking for even when you came to the hell world?"

"How about you tell me your story with him?"

Mu Lingxi took out an olive fruit, took a bite of it, and said, "Our story is so long that we can't finish it in three days and three nights."

"Hey! I just like to listen to long stories, tell it quickly, tell it quickly, please?" Mo Tang couldn't see the bitterness on Mu Lingxi's face or the longing in his eyes.

The emotion in her phoenix eyes gradually dissipated and she became calm, saying: "This has to start from the Kunlun world."

"There is an ancient sect in the Kunlun realm called the Moon Worshiping Sect. The sect wants to expand its power and enter the Eastern Region, but it is restricted by the imperial court and Wushi Academy."

"So, a saint was sent to lurk in Wu City Academy, using the alias Duanmu Xingling. That saint is naturally me."

Mo Tang was very interested and asked: "Is the status of the saint very high? Just like the Tiangemu of Luozu Yunshan Realm?"

Mu Lingxi shook his head with a smile and said: "It is incomparable to Tiangemu. The saints of the divine religion are just pawns of the leader, and may even become a tool to win people's hearts. Don't interrupt, listen to me Keep talking."

"Wushi Academy is very smart and cannot sneak in directly. Therefore, the place where Duanmu Xingling first studied was a remote academy. It was located in Tianmo Ridge."

"There are thirty-six counties scattered around Tianmo Ridge. The person I was looking for was the ninth prince of Yunwu County, one of the thirty-six counties. Speaking of which, I am still his senior sister."

Mo Fan became even more interested and cheered: "The story of the prince and the saint?"

"The story of senior sister and junior brother?"

"Does Tianmo Ridge have anything to do with Tianmo? Was the "Tianmo Stone Carvings" discovered in Tianmo Ridge?"

"I told you not to interrupt, why do you have so many questions? I won't talk anymore!" Mu Lingxi said a little angry.

Mo Tang said: "You talk, you talk, you keep talking, I won't talk anymore, I won't ask anymore! I eat the fruit! Isn't it okay to eat the fruit?"

Next, Mu Lingxi told a lot about Tianmo Ridge and talked about a lot of fellow disciples.

It is both telling a story and reminiscing about the past, and the emotions and emotions are completely immersed in it.

Before I knew it, most of the day had passed.

However, when they talked about the underwater Dragon Palace in Tongming River, a divine voice sounded in their ears: "Lingxi, come to Yunliu Temple to meet me."

Mu Lingxi's two eyebrows as long as willow leaves were lightly frowned.

"Keep talking, why did you stop? Are there any dragons in the Dragon Palace?" Mo Yu held his chin with a small hand and asked anxiously, his eyes focused.

"Master sent a message to me and asked me to go to the temple to meet her. Let's talk about it next time. Remember, all the green olives must be eaten."

Mu Lingxi put down the cloth bag from other dimensions and walked out of the valley.

"Bad man A Liu, why do you want to see Mu Mu at this time? Aren't you trying to make me anxious to death!" Mo Yu sat down, stood up again, and walked back and forth in the valley. How could he still be in the mood to eat green olives?

The fruit has no taste at all.

Many gods will forge temples.

The temple is not only a residence and a residence for cultivation, but also a weapon for defense and attack. To avoid being attacked or disturbed when you are in seclusion.

However, these temples are not real temples.

A true temple must have the ability to gather the secrets and the rules of the holy way.

For example, it is impossible for any monk to master more than one tenth of the mysteries of truth, but the Temple of Truth can do it.

This is the real temple!

The temple of Gushe Yunliu is located at the bottom of the Nine Demons Cave. It is gloomy and dark, and is located in a place where light cannot reach it.

When Zhang Ruochen walked into the temple, he sensed that the rules of magic here were extremely dense. The rules of darkness and the rules of death crisscrossed each other, swallowing up all the rules of heaven and earth.

It can be seen from this that there must be a large number of mysteries gathered in the temple of Gu Shejing's mother.

It is the secret that brings these rules together here.