Moro ran away.

Turned into a black mist, "bang"! Disappeared between heaven and earth.

Ethereal didn't chase after him, he frowned, "I'm starting to believe your words." ”

First Ye Meier, then Mo Luo, and then ...... Who is it?

He's kind of looking forward to it.

Siru sat on the peach blossom branch in the wood spirit space, wearing a pink dress with layers of peach petal waves with her swaying feet.

The second dog, who seemed to be a little bigger, stood under the tree very well-behaved.

She pursed her lips, "Isn't that funny?" ”

Ethereal nodded.

"But even Mo Luo has come out, and the mastermind behind this scene is really unusual. Or, in fact, it is a coincidence. ”

He still didn't believe that anyone could drive the king of the demon race.

The demons have always been fierce and brutal, but they have never broken off their delusions of wanting to unify the entire world in a corner of the Chosen Continent.

Who is it?

I can't think of it.

So after a while, he guessed if it was the demons and some kind of conspiracy.

After all, after the Great War 10,000 years ago, Moro didn't come out again.

It is said that it is healing.

What's more, Moro is a man and has three thousand beauties in the harem.

I can't play with him.

Scold.

What do two men have to play together, what to play.

As a spiritual venerable, Ethereal didn't know that there was still the word for foundation in this world.

He's still too pure.

Coincidental?

Siru stretched out her hand to caress a pink peach blossom, her eyes were gentle and gentle, and her voice was as light as the wind, "Just wait quietly." ”

Kindness.

The rest of the experience is sure to be exciting.

Ethereal knew she wouldn't reveal it again, and she didn't plan to ask again.

But

"It's boring to be in a hurry, so it's better for the deity to tell you about the past that has been submerged in time and has been dusted for a long time and has not been mentioned."

"It's exciting."

Siru: ......

Her face was wooden.

Scold.

I don't want to listen to someone's glorious past, I just want to be a quiet girl.

Please don't bother her, okay?

However, Lingzun Ethereal did not have such an opinion, he has been a genius since he was a child, the so-called high place is not cold, and there are too few talents with qualifications and talents to compare with him, as the apprentice of that other family, the kind with the aura of legend, he has always been ahead of his peers.

Others look up to him.

Some people are so good that others can't even be jealous, so they can only worship.

Genius is so lonely.

Lonely as snow, it is enough to ask for a confidant.

Pity!

Who said that geniuses are born not to talk, the hidden attribute of the ethereal is actually a chatterbox, but no one listens carefully.

Moreover, those people are not credible.

The world of cultivating immortals is extremely cruel, and there are no permanent friends and enemies.

There are no absolutes.

"A long, long time ago, at dawn in a certain immortal cultivator family in the Divine Chosen Continent, a baby's cry suddenly sounded, well, you guessed right, only one genius was born in a thousand years."

"It's the deity."

……

Siru: Hehe.

She found that his ability to brag was as natural as his talent for cultivating immortals.

The other side.

After the black mist dissipated, the true body had returned to the Demon Realm.

The black majestic and strange-shaped palace with endless coldness and evil aura stood on the black land full of fishy smell, and it was cold and silent.

Like hell.

A cloud of black mist slowly condensed into a human form, and Mo Luo's face turned pale.

Of course, the color of his skin was very white.

But now even the lips have become white, and the injury is not light.

Clutching your chest.

"Gross!"

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth.

"King!"

The equally handsome man exclaimed, looking at him worriedly.

Moro ignored him, and walked into the palace with a sneer.

Sure enough, the legend of the Chosen Continent is really not to be underestimated.

It's just really beautiful.

If it weren't for the system's prompt, he wouldn't have been able to lock the ethereal position and recognize the beautiful man walking in the clouds as the target of the strategy.

System...... It seems a little different.

It's just that he didn't expect that when they first met, the two had a fight.

Big fight.

Is this the so-called not fighting, not knowing each other, and the more you fight, the more you fall in love?

I hope so.

Moro felt a slight pain in his chest.

He sat in a chair with a unique shape of gothic and dark style, and used his magic to examine his body, only to find that he had suffered serious internal injuries that could not be repaired with his current strength alone.

"Huh."

A sneer, "Sure enough, it's the target designated by the Lord God." ”

It's the laurels.

It's different from the mortals before.

However, to be honest, the ethereal appearance is really too high.

Moro bowed his head and his expression was grim.

His figure disappeared from the main hall.

The cold jade bed is actually not a bed, but a huge block of ice that can be felt from a long distance in the dark and cold air that invades the soul, which was fished out by Moro from the ancient deep pool of the demon race.

Kindness.

That's what I said to the outside world.

After all, the depths of the demons are unknown areas that no one has ever visited.

Who knows what's there.

There are many hidden secrets on this continent that still need to be explored.

Besides, the cold jade bed is the treasure of the demon race, and it has a miraculous effect on cultivation and healing, and no one is qualified to use it except for the demon king.

"System, hurry up and show the deity what medicine is there to repair the body."

The Demon King closed his eyes.

"En......"

After a while, I heard a slightly gloomy voice say, "I'll take a look." ”

Mora waited quietly, and because he was sitting on the cold jade bed, he didn't vomit blood.

You must know that all he vomits is the blood of his heart, and he spits out a mouthful and misses a mouthful.

It is the essence.

It will affect cultivation, and if it is serious, it may be like this for the rest of your life.

Moro wasn't worried.

What he has is points.

It's just that I never thought that God would let him attack a man.

Engage in base?

Sounds like a thrill.

You can try.

The system looked for a minute, "Well, there are a few options. ”

Moro: "Say." ”

System:......

The face is wooden, if it has a face, of course.

Scold.

This detained slave may be addicted to the Demon King, and he dares to speak to it in this tone, does he want to die?

Death, is impossible to drop.

After all, he is also a master of doing tasks, and the points he earns are very high.

Otherwise, how can we maintain the normal operation and upgrade of the system?

It says, "There are five ways to deal with your situation in the System Store. The first is the Great Returning Pill, which is refined from a variety of long-extinct heavenly and earthly treasures, which melts in the mouth and can repair damaged meridians, but the repair speed is slow. ”

"The second is the Changing Spirit Pill, which is an upgraded version of the Great Returning Pill."

……

"The fifth is a lost exercise, which can be used in conjunction with the cold jade bed, which can not only repair the damaged meridians, but also play a role in strengthening and expanding, and in the process of repair, you can practice a certain divine skill. But this has a drawback, that is, the exercises are incomplete. ”

Take your pick.

Moro frowned.

He...... Actually, I wanted to choose the last one.

System: "Well, the number of points required for the exercise is 500,000. ”

Moro exclaimed.

"Didn't you say that the exercise was incomplete? Why so many points. ”

The system sneered, "What about being mutilated, a lone book is a lone book." ”