Pampered Underworld Marriage: Genius Baby Black Belly Mother

Li Qingqing asked: "Wen Xian, how can I seal my own demon?"

Wen Xian glanced at her faintly, and saw her urgent gaze, and said: "Don't you know the sealing technique? Seal the darkest corner of your heart, and there will be no demons."

When Li Qingqing heard this, she looked helpless and sad, "Seal technique is very difficult to learn, and it takes someone to teach it to learn it. No one in our family knows seal technique."

Wen Xian said: "Then there is no other way." Sealing is indeed very difficult to learn.

Li Qingqing asked again: "Wen Xian, what about you? Do you have a demon?"

Wen Xian looked at the girl's curious eyes, hesitated, and shook her head slightly, "No." Even if it did, she would not tell anyone.

After all, sympathy doesn't really care about her as a person.

"Oh! What should I do?" Li Qingqing held Wen Xian's hand again, she had a demon in her heart.

Wen Xian didn't like strangers approaching her. She watched Li Qingqing grab her arm again, and there was a deep and incomprehensible emotion in her eyes.

"Do you have a demon?" The tone became indifferent.

Li Qingqing seemed to have not noticed, and her arm holding Wen Xian continued to sway.

Wen Xian said: "You can only restrain your own inner demon. When you are in the illusion, try not to think of your painful things. Use your will to overcome the inner demon. You will not be able to seal it. Other than that, there is no other way. ."

Li Qingqing smiled and nodded, looking at Wen Xian's exquisite side face, with a faint smile: "Wen Xian, it's nice to meet you."

Wen Xian didn't feel much moved when he heard this, but just nodded indifferently without speaking. As the people in front entered the illusion one by one, those who did not pass came out to the entrance. If those who passed, they would go out from the other side and walk directly to the side of Deacon Qian and stand. Now they are already standing there. With three men, two

At least ten women were eliminated.

The five people who passed, looked at everyone with proud expressions.

She sensed the illusion just now, this illusion is also very fair, the illusion that the fifth-order cultivation base can crack.

Xi Lingzun deserves to be well-deserved, and even a holy ground for cultivation where countless younger generations are vying to enter.

However, it is really not easy to get in.

From such a comparison, it can be seen that Lord Xi Ling's talent can be described as a peerless genius.

Even if you look at the world, you are also the most talented generation.

Towards the end of noon, it was Wen Xian's turn.

She walked to Deacon Qian.

Deacon Qian confessed to the side: "Although the illusion inside is dangerous, it will not be fatal, but you must do your best. If you can't keep it up, just call Deacon Qian and you can get out of the illusion."

Wen Xian said lightly: "Thank you, Deacon Qian."

After Wen Xian finished speaking, he walked into the illusion with a calm expression.

As soon as he entered the illusion, Wen Xian sealed the demon in his heart.

She closed her eyes and stood there, waiting for the demon in her heart to not affect her at all, then she slowly opened her eyes and looked at everything in front of her.

However, a piece of whiteness just now suddenly appeared on the bustling street.

Wen Xian's eyes were full of shock. She thought she would encounter a monster in the illusion, but it was a lively street.

Not only was Wen Xian surprised, but the ten deacons who were sitting outside were also very shocked. For those who entered the illusion before, Warcraft had become their biggest nightmare, but this woman was a little different.

The illusion varies from person to person. Different people enter, and different scenes will appear. No matter what appears, it is the greatest desire in the heart of the person involved.

Wen Xian looked at the lively street in front of him, with a dazzling array of goods overwhelmed.

On the streets that came and went, there were constant cries, and the children were chasing and frolicking on the streets with windmills, and they were extremely happy.

A peaceful scene appeared in front of Wen Xian's eyes. She walked along the street, and she didn't encounter any danger along the way, but her gaze looked at everything around her eagerly, the friendly smiles on people’s faces, the laughter and cries of children, Makes her feel abnormal

Affinity.

In their clan, there is no such sight, and Wen Xian's eyes are full of shock. In the past three months, she has also passed through such a place.

But she has been chased and killed, and she has not stopped to experience the atmosphere of this fusion.

Wen Xian has been immersed in this warm atmosphere, unwilling to leave, and even forgot that he is currently undergoing assessment. Compared with the illusion of fighting, this illusion tests people's minds more.

The deacons all looked at Wen Xian's longing face with some worry, fearing that she would not be able to get out of this beautiful world.

A middle-aged man squinted slightly at Wen Xian. He is the deacon Wang Deacon, and he is also a very talented person.

"This kid is good, with a pure and kind heart. Seeing her spiritual power, it is a musical technique. I want to be admitted to my sect."

The ten deacons represent different identities.

It is also practicing different techniques.

Deacon Qian also nodded, "The xinxing is indeed good, and the comprehension is also good, but if you want to enter the inner deity, you have to look at the other two rounds of assessment."

But Deacon Li Deacon of Nei Zun Musical Techniques shook his head slightly, "I lack a lot of talent."

Deacon Wang smiled and said, "Deacon Inner Sovereign, if you look down on you, let her enter the door of my Outer Sovereign, right?"

Deacon Li smiled coldly, "Deacon Wang, what's the hurry? Now she hasn't passed the first pass? If she is really good, our inner self will naturally not miss such a good disciple."

When Deacon Wang heard this, he didn't speak.

Wen Xian kept walking forward until a little girl holding a kite fell in front of her and burst into tears.

Wen Xian just woke up like a dream. She blinked and looked around, and found that everything around her was still the same.

She suddenly realized that she was in the illusion, accepting the first round of introductory appraisal.

A touch of coldness flashed across Wen Xian's cold face, and there was a trace of reluctance deep in his eyes.

With a slight wave of her hand, the lively streets disappeared, and a vast expanse of whiteness appeared.

Wen Xian walked towards the place with the most dense fog, and the roar of wild beasts faintly heard.

Wen Xian stopped slightly, the monsters in the fantasy world would be as difficult to deal with as the monsters in reality.

She became extra vigilant.

After a few steps, she remembered that she had never hunted Warcraft since she was a child.

Therefore, the monsters that appeared in her illusion were very difficult for her to deal with.

She glanced at the leaves on the side, plucked a leaf and placed it on her bright red lips, with a long and ethereal rhythm, slowly rippling.

Wen Xian is the kind of person who is immersed in the rhythm as soon as she touches it. At this moment, she has no distracting thoughts. When Deacon Qian heard it, he frowned slightly, then looked back at the other deacons, "Have we heard this tune?"