The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

"His name is Li Changsheng."

Yugu's voice no longer became so careless when he said the name, and he was even so careful that he used sound transmission to tell others.

This is not purely out of fear, they are not down to the point where they dare not even mention their names after being beaten once. Hei Shan, who is proficient in cause and effect, said that every time he uttered the three words Li Changsheng, Heaven and Earth would give a certain response, as if reciting some kind of formula silently.

And they are more inclined to be a kind of ability of Li Changsheng, the other party's ability to detect cause and effect has reached the point where he can be heard by his name.

So Montenegro asked them not to call their names as much as possible, even if it seemed embarrassing, or they were ridiculed for being timid and timid.

Montenegro is two extremes compared to the Heavenly Corpse Demon. The former is cautious in every way, while the latter seems to have all his brains are muscles. The two have many conflicts in their daily life, and they often fight violently.

"Heavenly Corpse is originally the earth fire under the abyss of ten thousand zhang. It is as fierce as fire and as soft as water. His natal supernatural powers are comparable to the nirvana of the phoenix. He is the most skilled fighter among us. But relatively speaking, it’s not much worse.”

She leaned forward slightly, with questions and doubts in her eyes.

"And the Heavenly Corpse is so powerful in fighting, and was killed by the opponent in just one minute. Can you fight the opponent for a hundred years? I'm curious how you did it?"

"Ruoshui, you are wrong."

The Heavenly Corpse Demon suddenly spoke, and under the eyes of everyone, his fierce face was slightly solemn, as if he wanted to regain his face.

He said: "It was a punch, and Li Changsheng killed me with just one punch!"

quiet!

The atmosphere instantly quieted down, only the silent wind blew by.

Mrs. Yugu covered her face slightly, and said in a speechless and annoyed way: "You are still very proud of encouraging others' prestige?"

What she said was euphemistic enough, but she didn't expect this big fool to proudly say that she was punched to death by someone else.

"He deserves it."

The Heavenly Corpse Demon said proudly: "Killing me with one punch is not my weakness, but his strength. There are few people in the world who can stop my power, so why should I be afraid of bad reputation? Why should I be afraid of being belittled by others? With one punch of my own, I can kill the world."

Then he turned his gaze to Mo Luo, with obvious fighting intent in his eyes, and asked, "Mo Luo, how did you fight Li Changsheng for 100 years? Have you reached that level?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes focused on Mo Luo, and even the Mu Sheng, who was covered in malignant sores like a mountain of meat, couldn't help sitting up, and the venom rolled off his body.

If Mo Luo said that someone had fought with him for 100 years, they would think that the other party was also a strong man. But if the target is Li Changsheng, then they will think that Mo Luo is bragging, how can someone fight Li Changsheng for a hundred years?

Of course, they are not all doubts, more of them are inquiries. There may be bragging in Mo Luo's words, but there must be a certain basis in reality.

Maybe they can get some information about Li Changsheng from it, maybe they can deal with him.

Would Mara be timid in the face of such a situation? No, on the contrary, he had an inexplicable joy and arrogance, especially when he heard that the Heavenly Corpse Demon was punched to death.

No matter what the situation is, he has indeed been fighting Li Changsheng for a hundred years.

His chin was raised slightly, his eyelids were half down, showing a little loneliness, and he first let out a sigh.

"During the ancient times, the life span of those who were born with the earth was tens of thousands of years. This also created a group of Qianyuan Mirrors, and there were countless people who intended to become Tao. I had a good chance and walked out of my own way. In the end, I also searched for all dharmas like you. , Transform the heavens and the earth."

"In the end, I ended up with a half-disabled body, a solitary soul in the River of Forgetfulness, muddy for thousands of years. Finally, I met Li Changsheng, and the Dao charm on his body made me barely regain my sanity, so I wanted to seize the body and be reborn... ..."

Mo Luo began to talk about the process of his fight with Li Changsheng, although a little bit of artistic processing was added to the process.

For example, he fought with Li Changsheng for dozens of rounds, desperately dragging the other party into the illusion, and killing the other party with his inner demons.

Another example is to delete the experience of breaking the defense in the end, and not to mention the innocuous things such as failing to break the opponent's Taoism for more than a hundred years.

Although a little artistic processing has been carried out, the thing is true. He has indeed trapped Li Changsheng for a hundred years, and also made him fall into a demon.

The people around listened attentively to his description, and from time to time Mo Luo released some pictures, gradually the puzzlement and doubts disappeared, and the four saints present accepted his statement.

Mo Luo is indeed unique among the demons, and it is not impossible to trap Li Changsheng with the demons for 100 years. After all, Li Changsheng is not all-rounder, and there will always be shortcomings.

Mrs. Yugu couldn't help guessing: "Li Changsheng's soul is considered a shortcoming, but a strong person of this level will always have a way to make up for it. The focus is still on the inner demon. But the inner demon cannot be man-made. It is almost impossible to rely on this to deal with it. possible."

She spoke what the others were thinking, and they, more or less, began to brood too.

Li Changsheng can't do it together with the soul.

The Demon Corpse said with a look of disdain: "Ruoshui, like Shui, you always want to find a gap to sneak into. For such a strong man, only an upright duel can show respect."

Mrs. Yugu ignored this stupid big man, and said to Mo Luo with a little admiration: "No wonder later generations call you the master of heart demons. This name is worthy."

"Overrated."

Mo Luo was indescribably relieved to see the approving expressions of the Four Sages present.

He doesn't care about the praise and abuse of low-level or ordinary people, even the little blacks. But these four sages are different, they are powerhouses of the same level as him, and their praise is not insignificant.

Mo Luo is actually still a little entangled in his heart at the moment, after all, the things he once regarded as shameful seem to have become his best business card. Fighting with Li Changsheng for a hundred years, who is not afraid to tell it?

But would it be a bit embarrassing to talk about your own scars like this?

Hmm... as long as I don't tell you, who will know?

Relying on his century-old record of fighting against living immortals, Mo Luo won the approval of the four saints in the most holy and sage worlds, and thus won a share of the five elements' essence. Just like commercial investment among mortals, Mo Luo may not be very strong at the moment, but at any rate, he was once half-stepless, so he can get an investment.

With such a record of fighting against Li Changsheng for a hundred years, the first five saints are naturally super doubled.

"Today's grace, I will remember it in my heart."

Although Mo Luo was not from the age of Immortal Dao, he still bowed his hands slightly and said, "Thank you for your help."

After finishing speaking, he and the little black man turned around and left the Moyuan, and returned to the puddle in the wild forest again. A deer was frightened and ran away when it saw the two people appearing suddenly.

The little black man secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and finally left that ghostly place. Facing those four terrifying existences, anyone would remember them.

If he had the two gas cylinders of Qian Kun Yin and Yang, he might be able to contend, but it's a pity...

Concentrating on the last trace of desire for treasures, he thought of another thing. He had a little doubt when he heard the name of the most ancient five saints.

"Senior, why are only four of the most ancient five saints present?"

Hearing this question, Mo Luo showed a mysterious smile: "The fifth one is always there, you just stand on top of him."

The little black man froze for a moment, then slightly widened his eyes and said, "Moyuan... no, the most holy and most virtuous world?"

"You are somewhat wise."

Mo Luo nodded in praise, but the little black man thought more, if the fifth sage is the most holy and most sage world, is he already in the state of no phase?

After all, according to the definition of Wuxiangjing, one of them is to transform the universe.

"Senior, is he already phaseless?"

"I don't know, but I think even if it's not, it should be pretty much the same." Mo Luo sighed slightly: "A mountain is only taller than another mountain. Among the strong, there are strong hands. I am behind. But to understand the law of the beginning of the world Change, should allow me to go further"

"By the way, Xiao Hei, what reward do you want?"

little black person.

"Xiao Hei, I owe you a favor, what do you want?"

Naturally, there is no free lunch in the world, and Mo Luo asked the little black man to help find Mo Yuan for a reward.

The little black man looked pensive, and then replied: "Can seniors get credit? I haven't decided what I want yet."

"Think about it when your life and death are in crisis?"

As always, Mo Luo saw through his thoughts, and then he didn't refuse. He shook his hand and a flash of spiritual light entered into the opponent's body and said, "You take this talisman, and let me know when you think about it."

After speaking, he turned and left alone.

The little black man couldn't help asking: "Senior, are you interested in staying with me for a while? Although it's not a good place, there is always a small spiritual vein."

"As far as your little place is concerned, I might as well eat imperial food."

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Nanlu City.

Mo Luo came back unexpectedly, and he glanced in the direction of Luo River. Then Fali grabbed an orange from the roadside stall and walked into the crowded hospital.

The smell of disinfectant was mixed with a gloomy and dead air. From his perception, there were many living corpses in this hospital. Because the law is being corrected by heaven and earth, Huangquan and Wangchuan are in contact with each other, and they are rotting.

At this time, two plainclothes men who had built a foundation quickly approached. Mo Luo glanced at the camera and muttered, "This purely mechanical dead thing is also a trouble."

With the current cultivation base, except for those who are good at causality, they are still somewhat puzzled when facing the camera.

The official said in a low voice: "Mr. Mo Luo, may I help you?"

"Don't worry that I will kill someone or do other drastic actions. Li Changsheng is still here and no one thinks his life is too long."

Mo Luo replied and continued to walk forward, leaving behind the two officials who looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally asked their superiors for instructions and stopped following.

He walked into a ward, which was an independent ward that required high fees. There was only one bed in it, and a thin woman was lying on the bed.

Cao Liuying, the wife of this body.

The woman exuded a strong dead air, and her eyes were full of dead gray. Seeing that Mo Luo has a little look, revealing a little attachment and tears.

She said aggrievedly: "Su Yuanming, my parents don't want me anymore, they say I'm dead."

Mo Luo looked indifferent, and the fierce resistance from the altar was like a child's slapping to him, or even worse.

"You are indeed dead, and you will die again soon. I am not Su Yuanming, he is."

A soul was thrown out, and Mo Luo released a ray of power to allow Su Yuanming's soul to move in reality.

When the two met, Su Yuanming hugged his wife in three steps and two steps, and just said softly: "I still want you."

Mo Luo boredly peeled the orange, put it in his mouth, and waited for the two to calm down. He has always been very interested in human emotions, and he can even be said to understand them very well, otherwise he would not be called the ancestor of the demons.

But he is not human, let alone mortal, and it is difficult to empathize with them.

Mo Luo said: "Boy, I am a good person now. I owe you a share of karma by taking your body today. What do you want?"

Su Yuanming knelt down with a plop, and said, "Please save my wife."

"Your wife has three souls and six souls. She has long been corroded by Yin Qi and only her body is left. No matter how powerful she is, she can't save her."

Mo Luo shook his head and refused without hesitation, and then changed his voice: "However, I can reshape your physical body and give you a face that is sought after by thousands of people."

The room fell silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Cao Liuying patted her husband on the shoulder and said in a soft voice: "Xiao Ming, you can live on. There is no need for this world to go on without me. You can still live. You must become a handsome man. In this way, I have at least one handsome man." husband."

"That's right, according to your modern view of marriage, you can find another one if you lose your other half. What's more, so many people may not be able to live together forever, so why are you struggling?"

Mo Luo's voice is as tempting as a devil, and it is the most convenient solution to reshape a physical body casually.

"You are already very lucky. The parting was extended for three years because of the changes in the world. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, and mortals are always obsessed with obsession."

The voices of the two echoed in Su Yuanming's ears, and he felt dizzy all over.

He thought that life and death were still far away from him, he thought that he was blessed by God, and he thought that everything would be fine.

The plum blossoms outside are all in bloom, spring is here, and the government has begun to help them. He didn't expect miracles originally, and he was even ready to meet his wife's death.

What really made Su Yuanming unacceptable was that when life was about to get better, reality slapped him back to the ground. It was true with the sudden death of his wife, and it is true now.

He asked: "Mr. Immortal, is God so stingy? Or am I simply unlucky?"

Mo Luo replied: "Heaven and earth will only be generous to the strong, and the weak will only turn into dust."

Su Yuanming was silent again for a while, and suddenly he saw a "Tongxuan Book" on the table, which was the most printed book in Qindi in the past ten years.

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and Mo Luo caught this subtle emotional fluctuation. Mo Luo looked puzzled, wondering why this mortal could still have hope?

It was clearly a dead end.

"Mr. Immortal, please take us to meet an immortal, this is my only request, please reincarnate..."

Mo Luo was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing: "You really regard him as an omnipotent god. He couldn't ask for reincarnation in his previous life. Besides, why should he help you if he is not a relative or a reason?"

I remembered that in the illusion, there were also a group of mortals holding unrealistic fantasies about Li Wuqu. He is clearly a mortal body, but he regards it as a god.

Li Changsheng is indeed strong, but he is not omnipotent. It is not an exaggeration to say that the woman in front of her is a remnant soul, the missing three souls and seven souls cannot support her intelligence at all.

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lo river.

Li Yi sat for three days, and the aftermath of the city was in full swing. Since the city had not suffered a devastating blow, it soon returned to its former bustle. Even because this is the first large-scale extraordinary event that has not been concealed at the official level, it has attracted a large number of tourists to Nanlu City.

Let this city, which is the business card of Qindi to the outside world, become more lively.

Since there is a pedestrian bridge above Li Yi's head, Li Yi's feeling of passenger flow is very obvious. During the day, the sound of chaotic footsteps is loud, mixed with the sound of mobile phones taking pictures.

The Luohe River has been covered with a layer of mystery due to successive occurrences of heaven and earth visions. In particular, Li Yi poured water mixed with strong yang energy into it to drive out the cold for many creatures along the coast, and it even made it a river of gods.

Just this morning, Li Yi even came across an advertisement for a company selling Luohe purified water. The water of the Luohe River does have some miraculous effects now, but it is basically useless within a day after being salvaged.

Apparently aware of this, the government has set up multiple drinking water stations by the river to encourage people to drink water directly.

"Senior Immortal, please drink."

Qiong Yu, the bottle-holding boy, held the Qiankun Yinyang gas cylinder, gently poured out thumb-sized drops of water, and put them into Li Yi's mouth with both hands.

This is the spiritual water condensed by the two cylinders of Yin and Yang in the universe, divided into Yang water and Yin water, and Hunyuan water where the two are balanced. There are many specific effects, and it can replace almost all things that require yin and yang attributes.

And Li Yi has taken a fancy to its other effect, through some ingenious manipulations, it can condense water with many flavors.

Li Yi savored it carefully for a while, and then commented: "The taste of the wine is not enough, it has not reached the point where it is slightly sweet in the mouth, strong aftertaste, and has a long aftertaste in the end. Why don't you try to make it have both the stimulation of cola and the aroma of wine."

"oh……"

Qiong Yu looked distressed, and fell into deep thought while holding the bottle.

What is the pairing of cola and wine?

Suddenly she raised her head, and three figures appeared a few steps away from them, among them was a living corpse.

Su Yuanming looked around, but did not find the figure of the immortal, only two people sitting under the bridge. A ragged man sat cross-legged on a mat, like a homeless man practicing.

Another man with ordinary facial features, wearing short-sleeved jeans. His gaze locked on the homeless man for the first time, thinking that he was a fairy.

It wasn't until Mo Luo bowed his hands to the ordinary man that Su Yuanming realized that this man with no discernible characteristics was the immortal.

Li Yi just glanced at the three of them, as if he knew everything, and said in a flat and gentle voice: "Life is like a journey against the road, and I am also a pedestrian, why bother to make my mistake again?"