I Signed In For a Thousand Years, I Just Want To Get Away From the World

　　The black cloud is like a mysterious veil, slowly covering the sky and the moon wheel, and then slowly moving away, shining the moonlight on the ground.

　　 Moonlight, pale.

　　The trail in the forest gradually darkened and brightened, turning into a pale white trail.

　　 Jade Butterfly opened her eyes wide, and fell on the ground of the deserted forest, her body twitching subconsciously.

　　 Her pretty face and the wet soil are close together, and the soil still smells of dead grass and fallen leaves.

　　 Now she is also "withered".

　　 Her long legs were brutally torn off.

　　 Her whisk broke in two,

　　 One section burst into pieces of wood, dotted in the black soil, and another section was scattered on the ground like a rag.

　　 The blood that has lost its temperature, the dry and rotten soil, the wet tears, the residual limbs and the broken arms, the fallen Taoists, the embers of the campfire, the torn talisman paper, the spilled cinnabar...

　　 gradually appeared under the moonlight, all covered with pale white.

　　 Taoist priests are all dead, but even if they die, they still keep their eyes open.

　　 Their faces are full of sadness, and tears remain on their cheeks, it seems that the fear of death cannot make them free from this sadness.

　　Slight footsteps sounded,

　　 A fiasco figure in plain clothes passed by.

　　 Under the big sleeves of the plain white mourning gown, two mourning arms are hanging down.

　　 In short, there are a lot of spikes coming out of the arm, and those spikes have a harsh white color, and there is still blood on them.

　　 Jade Butterfly's eyes gradually dimmed.

　　 The body died and disappeared, helpless.

　　 However, this Taoist aunt couldn't believe that she would die here.

　　 This is not the worst-hit area where monsters commit crimes. It is far from the Qiantang Demon Territory.

　　 She was just going to meet with Senior Sister Zhuang Yu with her senior brother, how could she be killed halfway so suddenly?

　　 Her whole body was in severe pain, her consciousness was in a trance, but with the last instinct, she looked at the weird woman in mourning clothes.

　　 If she is really a woman...

　　 The woman in mourning clothes paused beside the still warm corpses of every Taoist priest, lowering her head to absorb their spirits.

　　 And soon, it's my turn.

　　 This woman doesn't have the slightest enchantment, but she was able to infect everyone through crying.

　　 In her cry, if you don’t leave early, your body will quickly lose control, and your mood will become extremely sad, and she just wants to cry with her.

　　 When the number reaches a certain level, the crying woman will get up while crying, kill the crying person, and then slowly enjoy Jingyuan.

　　 Now, Jade Butterfly knows.

　　 This woman is a demon.

　　 The reason why she doesn't have a demon-like spirit is probably because a ghost paints her skin.

　　 The Taoist book once said that the existence of the legendary paintings, ingenuity, died of the great demon, so he became a ghost, helping the monsters to abuse, and is good at peeling the skin of others and making paintings for the use of the monsters.

　　The paintings are all out...

　　 And this demon with the painted skin of a woman in plain white mourning clothes is still a big demon.

　　 In the little monster, most of them can only transform their human form to deceive others, but if they are found out or called out, they can't even beat the adult man among the human beings.

　　 A little more powerful, the body can produce changes, and the soul can entrust the dream to others.

　　 More powerful, you can use a certain medium to curse or give blessings. This is the source of many goblins killing people or repaying gratitude.

　　 The big demon is completely different from the little demon.

The big demon can almost rule the king based on the environment, and the real person can't control it; or some of its own power characteristics become extremely strong, fierce, and unpredictable; or it can use no media, just Launch a terrible curse or blessing on your own.

　　 This kind of painted skin can infect everyone's existence indiscriminately through crying. It must be a great monster.

　　 Under the painting skin, what is wrapped must be a terrifying existence.

　　 Just why is there a big demon here?

　　 is over.

　　 Surrounding cities, the people around are afraid that they will suffer.

　　 Jade Butterfly's consciousness gradually blurred, and the pain sensation was also blurred.

　　 The gradually dimming eyes suddenly lit up like a glare.

　　 Even the big demon who was sucking human spirit paused.

　　 A group of meteors burning with purple flames, tearing a distance of hundreds of meters, falling from the sky, and blasting to the earth.

　　 The ground trembled.

　　 The falling meteor actually stood up and turned into a strong monster with a height of more than four meters. The rich purple flames covered the body, and circles of purple flames spread around with the point of his landing as the center.

　　 is like the magic sun on the ground, corresponding to the bright moon of the sky at this time.

　　 Daogu's eyes widened, and she almost forgot the fact that she was dying.

　　 This scene is extremely shocking.

　　 This is... what exists?

　　 "Domain... is a monster at the domain level... is a monster walking in the world?"

　　 "The devil... has come to this world? How could it be possible!"

　　 Her eyes were staring, and she was terrified.

　　There are big demons, and such terrifying demons.

Did 　　 invade here quietly?

　　 The world is going to be dirty.

　　 Jade Butterfly's cosmetic contact lenses opened, and suddenly she lost her last strength.

　　 The world is dark.

　　 She is dead.

　　 Xia Ji went to the lake to see what she looked like, and when she felt an anomaly in the distance, she came to check it out, but she saw this scene.

　　 His eyes swept around.

　　 On the ground around, at a glance, there are Taoist remains lying all over the place.

　　 is also a Taoist priest, if he could come here earlier...maybe these people would not die.

　　 Talking during the day, is it a farewell to life and death at night?

　　 Xia Ji faintly turned her eyes to the big demon in the plain white funeral clothes.

　　 The big demon also looked at him curiously, his eyes suddenly showing reverence.

　　 Xia Ji saw the monster approaching and subconsciously recited the Golden Light Curse silently.

The ventriloquism that 　　 Sister Er cultivated by hand was not a joke. For a moment, the surface of Xia Ji's purple flame was covered with a thin layer of golden light, full of Taoism.

　　 It's just... the golden light hit the purple flame, and it exploded with a crackle, if water and fire are not compatible.

　　 The big demon in plain white funeral clothes was stunned and shocked.

　　 It naturally recognizes the Golden Mantra.

　　 Little Taoists like to use this.

　　 But for the first time in its life, it saw this level of Balrog spell using golden light.

　　 Xia Ji also found out.

　　Actually, he just understood when he was in front of the lake and looked at the giant purple flame that was more than four meters in the water.

　　 He is a Taoist priest anyway, there are still a few of them.

　　 This is definitely not the real fire of Samadhi, but embarked on the road of incense and golden body.

Yes.

　　 Otherwise, why does the body become so big? This is the "golden body" mentioned in some records related to Taoism.

　　 It is said that when you cultivate to a higher level, you can practice the heavens and the earth.

　　 He let out a long sigh of relief. After all, he was cultivating Huang Tingjing and Duzun Gong, which seemed to be on the right track.

　　 As for why the Golden Light Mantra and the golden body are not compatible, this question still needs to go back to Wudang Mountain and read some materials.

　　 He really knows too little about this world.

at this time...

　　 He and the white demon looked at each other quietly.

　　 The big demon in white suddenly bends his knees slightly, perhaps as if he is about to shoot.

　　 However, Xia Ji shot faster.

　　 The Da Ni Zhen Yuan in his body is running violently ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like a cannonball loaded, blasting crazily in the powerful meridians that are very different from humans, and skyrocketing purple flames burst out from the pores on the body.

　　 I don't know when, Mu Jian Hanyuan has been sandwiched between the index finger and **** of his right hand.

　　 "The monarch of clouds is coming down one after another."

　　 silently in his heart.

　　 slay demons and slay demons!

　　 is now!

kill!

　　嘭!

　　 The ground trembled.

　　 The space on that side seemed to be crushed by a huge magical force.

　　 Sword-bearing python, python curls violent wind, wind curls purple flames.

　　 The little Taoist who is more than four meters high has taken his sword.

　　 This sword, like a magic dragon descending into the world, emerged from between his fingers!

　　 Cut forward!

　　 This is almost Xia Ji's full strength.

　　 The white demon is strong.

　　 But no matter how strong it is, it can't be stronger than Xia Ji's full blow.

　　All resistance and resistance are so humble and not worth mentioning.

　　 violent and complex energy run over.

　　 When the big demon was crossed by the dragon, it had lost its breath.

　　 The second phase of the sword phase's power and purple flames erupted, and the great demon was wiped out in ashes.

　　 Xia Ji silently changed back to his original appearance, found a broken sword and dug deep pits one by one, then buried the Taoist priests and aunts, and put up spiritual cards.

Most of the 　　ling cards only wrote the five words "Tiandao Palace disciple".

　　Only Jade Butterfly's spirit card has three more characters written on it.

　　 This is the only thing he can do.

　　 After the incident, someone would find this place and inform Tiandao Palace.

　　 "Life is fragile, things are impermanent... It's better to go back, it's better to go back."

　　The young man put on a white robe, sighed softly in the cold night, and turned around in the deserted forest where the moon was falling, drifting farther and farther away without a trace.