The Lord of Ghost

I saw Mo Li narrowed his eyes and looked directly at the legendary Suzaku in the void.

He was not surprised, and there seemed to be nothing worthy of surprise.

In the legend of Suzaku Ancient City, Suzaku's fall is caused by the poisonous worm fighting in [Worm Valley].

But if the poisonous insects are not dead, will Suzaku live?

Mo Li thought, he now saw the answer. Although this answer is late.

"Ru, it doesn't seem to be surprised." Suzaku's voice was thick as a flood bell, accompanied by the hot flame.

"Yes, this is not the first time."

Mo Li seemed to capture a wonderful word, and his pupils were enlarged instantly.

He never wanted to know the answer so urgently!

All answers!

"Not the first time? What do you mean!"

Not the first time, can he understand that there have been similar experiences before?

Previously? this life? He was not sure, but his intuition became stronger, as if it was about to burst out.

Suzaku's words were ambiguous. He just stared at Mo Li. At the end, the flames on his body disappeared suddenly, condensing a figure:

"Don't worry, you will know everything in the future: ghost."

Suddenly, Suzaku called Mo Li's name.

It's like this name, so familiar, so profound.

"But now, your way will continue! You can only go forward without a chance to look back!"

At this moment, Mo Li looked at Suzaku, and his mood was like a lonely boat, wandering in the vast fog.

He always felt that there was any light being covered, but he couldn't judge.

He wanted to find a direction, but above the vastness, he was as confused.

Suzaku: "By the way, as Xie Li, I might tell you a short story."

At the end, Suzaku seemed to surprise intentionally.

Thank you?

Mo Li frowned. What did he do to make the other party worth than gratitude?

Puff ...

Between the Flameman's fingers, the fire of the fire, the flowers and flowers of the birds are all around, and the spring waterfall is no longer a hot aura, but the fragrance and freshness.

"This story may be interested."

"The time of the story is to start from a long time, as for how long, I don't know."

"The location of the story is a magical world. There, the elves of the heaven and earth were born: 蛊! And the charm between heaven and earth is not aura."

Hearing this, Mo Li's pupils shrink.

Is he implying something?

Suzaku didn't care about Mo Li's surprise, and continued:

"There, the creature and the puppets have spawned many fusion methods, such as controlling the 蛊 御, which is the control of the living spirit of the puppet. But on the contrary, the puppets are also evolving. ], [Fusion] ... "

Hearing this, Mo Li's heart suddenly jumped.

Parasitic, fusion, every word is so familiar.

At that time, Suzaku smiled slightly: "The so -called parasite may have no feeling, but often when the creature is soaring, it suddenly appears, and then open the blood basin ..."

As for that, Suzaku suddenly broke the words. The birds and flowers around them are also transformed into blood sea, and there are dry corpses full of earth, and long strips of bars with bamboo poles are attached to the spine.

The air suddenly silent.

It is a story, but not a story.

Because there is no protagonist in this story, only a rough background.

"Okay, there is still a distance between your way."

"And your story either either end or continue."

When the words were falling, the surrounding scene began to restore the original appearance, and the secret "black shop" was quietly piled up in the plaque in the corner.

"Good people do it to the end, I will send you the last journey again."

The thin shopkeeper smiled slightly, his insignificant eyes were controlled by deep confidence, and a crimson glow was shot.

raging!

The fire suddenly swallowed the two.

In the fire, Mo Li's figure reflected that he was not struggling, and so is the ghost.

Puff ~

The flame suddenly steamed and drowned everything.

When the flames are dissipated, the ashes will be annihilated.

At that time, outside the ancient city of Suzaku.

Mo Li and the ghost opened their eyes together.

Be careful, it is impossible to go on the body. He is not stupid enough to see an unknown strong.

Divide the soul to control the man, go to death, the ghost is the body.

Stand up, pat the dust contaminated by the corners of the clothes, Mo Li raised the dark pupil light, and quietly fermented in the air.

"The end of the story, the beginning of the new chapter ..."

Mo Li's sight is aimed at the old place: Xuanyang Holy Land.

There, there was a person who had his fate.

"Let's go."

Mo Li said that simple episodes did not get the answer in their hearts, but let the mist add.

He couldn't see clearly, but he could only go forward. As Suzaku said, he couldn't stop, but he had to go!

Of course, the direction he goes at present is not the Xuanyang Holy Land, but the opponent of the Xuanyang Holy Land.

In a sense, the Holy Land can also be said to be a dynasty, and the vastness of the region can also give birth to an extraordinary saint.

[Xuanyang Holy Land] and [Zixiao Holy Land] have a long history.

As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is an ally.

Soon, the two figures gradually dissipated in the shining light.

[Black shop].

On the streets, crowded crowds.

The thin shopkeeper stepped out of the shop, and his eyes looked at a certain direction in the sky, where the poison was turbulent and wasolated from the foreigner.

He watched, his wretched posture changing little by little, like sighing, like sighing, talking about the endless years...

"Is this your choice?"

"The years are hard to endure, when will the other shore reappear? You and I, have no time!"

[Insect Valley]

The two places are not far apart, and the words in the dark seem to have crossed time and space and gathered at this moment.

On the altar, poisonous insects are flying, and the bright red flowers of the other shore are blooming like blood, one cluster after another.

The woman in the center of the altar suddenly opened her purple pupils, seductive like a ghost. She looked at the sky shrouded in poisonous fog at the same time, and the purple glow flashed from her eyes, as if she could see through the changing ending.

"Who is your choice?"

The purple pupils changed, and the bright petals of the other shore flew like the sea, constructing the thunder of the avenue of the year.

That was the moment when Mo Li was waiting for Mr. Xiao to refine the elixir.

The thunder of the avenue, the forbidden power that annihilates everything.

At that time, Mr. Xiao was still a quasi-saint, but he was able to keep the elixir. This was a miracle. Could it be that the power of the taboo could not destroy the elixir together?

Miracles themselves require too many prerequisites. In this disaster, the crimson flames of the Vermillion Bird are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence.

The power of the Vermillion Bird, burning fiercely, contributed to the birth of the divine elixir from the side.

The scene ends here without any follow-up.

But everything must have its purpose. The Gu Fairy at the center of the altar, her eyes are different from those of the world, but are focused on Xiao Xiaobao who lost his grandfather.

………………………………

A few years ago, in front of Mr. Xiao's mourning hall.

The atmosphere was quiet, candles burned incense, and white silk fluttered.

Xiao Xiaobao knelt in front of the coffin.

Xiao Hei handed Xiao Xiaobao the second incomplete [Reshaping Pill] and said:

"Your grandfather is sorry for himself and the Xiao family, but only!"

"Not sorry for you!"

After the words fell, everything fell into silence.

Time seemed to have passed for a long, long time.

In the middle of the night, the quietly burning candle suddenly steamed, drawing out flames like a ribbon, condensing into an illusory shadow, and the vermilion feathers behind it were lifelike.

The shadow looked at Xiao Xiaobao who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, and opened his mouth slightly, casting a devilish temptation:

"Xiaobao, do you want revenge?"

Suddenly, Xiao Xiaobao raised his head sharply, his eyes were more determined than ever before.

At that moment, Xiao Xiaobao's luck surpassed the past, and his good fortune soared to the sky.

And the trajectory of his story, at this moment, also began.