I’m Not a Junior Sister For Many Years

A Luo was only slightly swayed by the appearance of this inheritance land, but at this moment of kung fu, the monks around were like dumplings, and each of them was planted toward the inheritance land.

In front of this place of inheritance, few cultivators still care about the difference of sect and strength. There was almost only one place left in their eyes, and they didn't care to listen to what the people around them were saying, so they rushed over.

"Let's go, too." Shen Zhao took A Luo's hand and smiled, "From now on, everything will have to fight for strength."

"Yeah." A Luo felt the creation spiritual fire lurking in her body, and then nodded.

She can't be embarrassed here.

The immortal monks entered this place of inheritance almost without hesitation, and demon cultivators and demon cultivators are naturally no exception.

At the beginning, Sima Jue was a legend in the realm of comprehension. In just five hundred years, he had gone from a poor boy with no name to a big man who could soar. And I have never heard of him stopping because of problems in his practice.

Sima Jue does not seem to have a bottleneck in his practice. What kind of demon, what kind of catastrophe, do not have any effect on him. Nowadays, how many cultivators among the major immortal gates are stuck in "causality" and "inner demon"? Not to mention it's soaring, even if you want to disband your soldiers and become Sanxian, it's not that simple.

Many great abilities that can't escape from the world appeared at this time, and I didn't want to find a magic weapon to break through the heart or cut the cause and effect in this place of inheritance.

Of course, only the first-class interests can attract so many sects to gather here!

"Master, did they just break in without heeding the order?" Fu Xing saw that the demonic cultivators in the blood-falling building actually broke in without saying a word, and his contempt for these people suddenly increased several times. Grade.

Now that you have entered the Building of Falling Blood, you should listen to the order of the host. Such behavior is simply unforgivable.

"Why bother about this?" Hong Xiaodao didn't think there was anything like this. No matter how immortal Xiu Moxiu was, he was a very selfish creature. In order to cut off cause and effect, they can ignore family, love, and friendship. The more ruthless, the higher the cultivation level.

Hong Xiaodao himself is like that, so how could he criticize others?

"But they clearly don't have the slightest respect for you, Master." Fuxing was unwilling to let it go. If things go on like this, how can they conquer people's hearts?

"Fuxing, you shouldn't have too much hope for them." Hong Xiaodao's face fell cold, and his voice was faintly instructive, "Jiang Xue Lou was only built to facilitate our actions. It is a critical moment. It doesn’t matter if you give up. You value such a place too much. For me and other monks, everywhere in the world is a place to live. Whether it is the Pear Flower Immortal Sect or the House of Falling Blood, it shouldn’t be something that affects your mood. ."

The talent of Fuxing is not bad at all, and even one of the best in this cultivation world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been taught so much by Hong Xiaodao, and he would still be allowed to take those demonic cultivators to Pear Flower Immortal Sect for revenge.

But there are too many things that Fuxing cares about.

He always cares about people or things that he shouldn't care about.

For example, the Pear Blossom Fairy Sect, the Po Dao Sect, and the building of descending blood.

On the contrary, A Luo from Po Dao Sect was better at this point. That A Luo seems to be fraternity, but actually has a small mind. What is important and what can be discarded, she knows clearly in her heart, so she can practice at a rapid pace.

"Yes." When Fu Xing heard this, he knew that it was because the master was dissatisfied with him, and he didn't dare to refute it, so he could only obediently accept Hong Xiaodao's teaching.

Hong Xiaodao knew that Fuxing didn't understand what he meant.

There are some truths, even if you teach them to others, they will not understand them. You must wait until you hit your head and bleed to understand them. The truths summarized by the predecessors are true.

Hong Xiaodao didn't worry anymore.

"Let's go too."

"Yes, Master." Fu Xing finally had vitality.

The monks from all walks of life who came to this small world of the cave would add up to hundreds of thousands.

But so many monks entered this inheritance place together, but it seemed that there was no influence at all.

After all these monks entered, the monks of the second-rate sect who had been guarding the small world of Dongzhen also sneaked in secretly.

"Strange... Why did the breath of these people disappear all at once?"

"It's so weird, how come there are no traces at all?"

"Where did they... all go?"

...

If it is said that in the inheritance of "Forty-two Chapters", only some evil thoughts of Sima Jue are hidden, then in this real place of inheritance, it is completely in accordance with Sima Jue's thoughts. What I thought came out.

After the monks entered this secret realm, they found that everything here seemed to be different from what they thought.

Shouldn't the place of inheritance built by the legendary Sima Jue last for himself be thrilling, with monsters and beasts running rampant in various institutions?

But what are these weird sights in front of me?

At this moment, what appeared in front of these monks were many weird buildings and weird people.

These buildings are almost towering into the sky. Even in the realm of cultivation, only some towers can be built so high, but here, such heights seem to be just unusual.

There are all kinds of iron boxes passing by at high speed on the street, all in various colors, and the speed is quite fast, almost comparable to some monster mounts.

It was the people on the street that stunned these monks even more.

They showed their wrists and thighs one by one, and some of them didn't even have a few pieces of cloth on their bodies. Some women have loose hair, most of their **** are exposed, and there is very little clothing on their legs.

This this this...

Even the female sisters of the Demon Sect would not dress like this.

The monks were dumbfounded at the sight in front of them, but the people on the street looked enthusiastic about them.

"Are you a cc group or a Hanfu group? The clothes made are quite real."

"Wow, so many handsome guys and beauties, come here, can you help me increase my popularity in my live broadcast room?"

"Can it be convenient to take a photo together?"

...

These people seemed to be unable to see the ugly color on the monks' faces, and they came over to talk to them one after another.

Alora took Shen Zhao's hand, rejected these people's tactics, and showed their attitude with actions.

"Cut, show affection." An ordinary boy couldn't help but look at A Luo and Shen Zhao more, and said with envy and jealousy, "I really want to show affection too."

After the boy finished speaking, he ran away immediately.

"It seems that this may be a special world." Shen Zhao frowned slightly, and said his thoughts to A Luo, "I remember the Buddhist practice, I think it is outside of our three thousand cultivation world. , And there are countless small worlds of various colors. If you just want to go to such a world, you have to be at least at the level of an immortal."

"If he really comes from another world, maybe everything makes sense. His thoughts and behaviors are a bit weird." A Luo thought of the strange stories before Sima Jue, and some The "slang" that I don't understand seems to be explained.

Sima Jue looked at the dangling man in peace, as if everything was under control, but when he occasionally mentioned "hometown", he would still rarely show some real emotions.

The "hometown" in his mouth could not be this small world.

The stories he told about coaxing girls really didn't seem to be something he could make up. The weird luck in him also came very weird.

"Then he made this place for himself now?" A Luo looked at this strange world and asked curiously, "Before he ascended, what he wanted to create is such a place? No, his Although his strength has reached the stage of ascension, he is not a real fairy after all. He cannot create a real world!"

So this is fake.

A Luo reacted, "We were just deceived by this seemingly wonderful little world. No matter how real this place is, it is just a fake place."

"Yes." Shen Zhao nodded, "Sima Jue is indeed nostalgic for the world he lived in before, but his life in the original world must not be as good as ours. Therefore, this place should be an illusion, but we have to know first. , How can I leave this illusion?"

If you want to break the illusion, you must first understand the weakness of the illusion.

The trouble now is that the world in this illusion is unheard of for these monks. How to break an illusion that they know nothing about?

"I have seen some interesting records in an ancient book of the Zhaohua Xianzong. It said that there were several examples similar to Simajue in ancient times. It sounds like a legend. I say this, you will hear it well. Just one ear."

A familiar but soft voice came.

Shen Zhao took A Luo's hand and slowly turned around, "It turned out to be Senior Hong, what a coincidence."

This illusion world is not so big, hundreds of thousands of monks are scattered in this illusion world, it is not conspicuous at all.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to find you." Apart from Fuxing, Hong Xiaodao was followed by a pair of female demons.

Look at their faces, it should be a mother and daughter.

"This should be the patriarch Jin Rufeng of the Luanfeng clan, right?" A Luo looked at the woman who was older than Jin Miao and smiled.

Jin Rufeng was much calmer than Jin Miao, "I have seen two of them."

"Senior Hong came to us specifically to talk about a certain record?" A Luo asked unceremoniously, "Unfortunately we are not a good listener."

"No hurry, listen to me." Hong Xiaodao stretched out his hand to stop A Luo, "We are still in the illusion, we don't have to fight to death so quickly."

Shen Zhao also stopped A Luo, "Senior Hong, please go on to the previous record."

He intuitively felt that Hong Xiaodao might be able to say something different.

"In the record I saw, it was written that because these outside immortals themselves will carry the laws of another world's heavenly way, this can make up for the insufficiency of this world's heavenly way. Heavenly way is given a gift, and naturally must repay the cause and effect. And heavenly way Even if there is only a small amount of favor for people, it is enough to converge into a huge amount of luck and become the so-called "child of luck." In ancient times, such a child of luck even affected the battle between gods and demons. So later the gods and demons fell, and it was completely Sealed the gaps where the immortals from the outside world came." Hong Xiaodao smiled and continued, "But time has passed so long, maybe someone else has successfully mixed into this world?"

Hong Xiaodao used to think that this kind of story was nothing more than a written story, but now that I think about it, since this kind of story is circulating, it may not be groundless.

The weird world scene that appeared in front of them at this moment was already the best explanation.

It is impossible for people to create a world that everyone feels completely unfamiliar out of thin air.

Since such a world appeared, it proved that Sima Jue had actually seen such a world, or simply lived in such a world.

A Luo and Shen Zhao both thought about it.

The two of them naturally knew the truth of Hong Xiaodao's words.

In this way, everything about Sima Jue can be explained.

"Girl A Luo, you are most familiar with Sima Jue. If you were him, after creating such an illusion, which one would you choose as the battle eye?" This is the purpose of Hong Xiaodao looking for them. .

When it comes to understanding Sima Jue, no one knows better than Aluo.

In fact, A Luo did have an idea in his mind.

It may sound ridiculous, but this is indeed something that conforms to Sima Jue's character.

"A Luo, you don't need to care." Shen Zhao was a little displeased with Hong Xiaodao's words. "Senior Hong, A Luo and Sima have nothing to do with each other. Please don't say these words over and over again."

"The three of us are inseparable from this person, so how could it have nothing to do with him? In fact, it is precisely because we are all related to him that we are entangled so deeply." Hong Xiaodao looked at Shen Zhao. A glance with A Luo gave birth to a little mischievous thought, "Shen Zhao, if you care, you are confused. Can you not understand such a simple truth? But in this way, maybe A Luo can really cultivate the path of sentiment. "

A person like Shen Zhao is probably the kind of person that all sentient Taoist monks have dreamed of since ancient times.

Put a little friendship on him, no matter what kind of emotion it is, he will probably not be betrayed.

It's a pity that there is only one Shen Zhao in the world, and there is only one A Luo.

"Brother, you don't have to worry about me." A Luo enjoys Shen Zhao's concern, but she doesn't have no idea at all.

"Since Sima Jue deliberately created such an illusion, it should be to make up for his previous regrets. He wants to be successful, wants beautiful women, wants everyone to believe in him, wants to be the most envied person in the world. People want to be a living legend. Therefore, in this virtual fantasy world, the person who lives the best must be the projection of Simajue on the world. There is the vision of the fantasy world! "

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