Look at the sneaky machine spirits.

Lin Xi was not interested in it.

Indeed, it would be a pity if a good magic weapon lost its instrumental spirit.

But only if the machine spirit is obedient. Because the magic weapon of obedience is a good magic weapon. Otherwise... It's better than a piece of stubborn iron, a piece of waste.

And judging from the current situation, this machine spirit has not been able to fully comprehend such an important point.

It thought it still had a chance to fight back.

"Very well! It seems that you are very knowledgeable. ”

"In that case... Then... Eat it!" Lin Xi's face changed suddenly.

In the sea of Lingtai Zhihai, the heavenly demon clone turned into a giant shadow, as if it could capture the giant hand of the sun and the moon, and directly grabbed the small instrument spirit, and then devoured and absorbed it.

The soul of the machine spirit is of high quality.

It is no worse than the average mythical soul quality.

Even so, this machine spirit didn't stand up to a few strokes, and was crushed under the devouring of Lin Xi's Heavenly Demon clone.

For souls, the Heavenly Demons naturally occupy the upper reaches.

After swallowing the machine spirit, Lin Xi still got what he wanted.

The inheritance of the Ancient Demon Gate, the control techniques of the Ten Thousand Gu Jars, and a large number of incomplete and ancient messages about the Qingxiao Realm.

"It turns out that in the past of the Qingxiao world, there is such a history. However, the records of later generations have been extremely incorrect. ”

According to the memory message of the machine spirit.

In ancient times, there were many powerful sects that occupied the Taihao Immortal Domain.

Using the resources of the Immortal Realm, they fought against each other.

In the end, almost all the immortal realms have changed.

As a result, some of the ancient sects were annihilated in the sudden outbreak of changes in the Immortal Realm, and they were swallowed up by history.

And some sects moved away from the Taihao Immortal Realm and returned to the main realm of the Qingxiao Realm, gradually declining or splitting.

Of course, there are also a very small number of them who have left the Qingxiao Realm, left their homeland, and went to a more distant other world to find new opportunities.

In the historical records of the Qingxiao Realm, the information about the fall of the Immortal Court, as well as some of the ancient battlefields of the Immortal Court, are actually not the real Immortal Court Fall and the Immortal Court Battlefield, but between those major sects that occupy the Immortal Domain, they fight each other, and sometimes there are scenes of the collapse of the big factions.

Two different histories, because of the relationship of time, overlap and blend together.

This makes the truth hazy in the smoke and dust, and it seems so vague.

Of course, the above information is not entirely from the memory records of the machine spirits.

Rather, it is Lin Xi, combined with the memory of the machine spirit, as well as his own cognition, to make an inductive summary, and a certain degree of inference.

Perhaps, there may be a fallacy.

What is in the past will eventually become the past.

The true truth may never exist, or perhaps only the saint who sits high in the heavens, towers proudly on the top of the universe, and overlooks all beings, can know everything and understand everything.

Lin Xi is not an archaeologist, he doesn't need the truth.

He just needs a rough possibility for his reference and guidance for his next direction.

"There are some subtle contradictions between the 'truth' that I have recently come into contact with and the history that has been circulated in the Qingxiao world before, and now there is a more reasonable explanation. ”

"As for the method of refining the three corpse insects into Gu worms... ”

Consciousness returned, and Chu Lingxiao, whose eyes were bright, looked at the Wan Gu Zhan who had lost his spirit with a strange expression.

Refining the three corpse insects into Gu, even in the heyday of the Ancient Demon Sect, was by no means simple.

Not only is the process complicated, but the dependence on Wan Gu Zhan is extremely high.

It is necessary to collect a large amount of strong blood qi and various poisonous gases and evil qi and gather them in the Ten Thousand Gu Jar in order to refine the three corpse insects into Gu in the inherent way.

And if there is no machine spirit to control the Ten Thousand Gu Cups, the probability of refining the three corpse insects into Gu worms is only afraid that it will be sharply reduced by more than half.

Increase consumption in vain.

"It's not impossible!"

"Let's bring this ten thousand Gu cups out first. Waving his hand and putting away the Ten Thousand Gu Cups, Chu Lingxiao didn't think about scraping the ruins of the Ancient Demon Gate anymore, and quickly began to return the same way.

With the control of the main god over the 'chosen one' under his command, he must have sensed the death of Lu Dayong and the others at the first time.

I'm afraid that now, the second and even the third group of people who go to the ruins of the Ancient Demon Gate are already in place!

Lin Xi was right.

The Lord God was angry now, but the anger didn't make him lose his mind.

As soon as Lu Dayong fell, he had already felt that Lu Dayong's true spirit aura left in the Infinite God Domain was dying.

So this time, the main god gathered the three strongest squads under his command at once, worked together, received the same task, and blocked the exit of the ancient demon gate ruins.

Just waiting for Chu Lingxiao to appear, they launched a trap, joined forces to attack, and captured the Ten Thousand Gu Cups.

In the restaurant, Meng Xinghe took out a pot of wine and took two wine glasses casually.

Then he said to Sumeru: "I'm going to find someone to have a drink, do you want to accompany the monk?"

Sumeru said: "The poor monk won't go! But depending on the state of the donor... Now it should be a small win!"

"Congratulations!"

Meng Xinghe waved his hand and said: "I haven't escaped yet, how can I win? How dare you say yes?"

With that, Meng Xinghe walked out of the door.

I walked down the stairs carved from white jade to the door of room No. 1 on the fifth floor.

"There are guests visiting, good wine in hand, and good stories. ”

"Are you interested, let's have a chat, and have a drink?" Meng Xinghe asked while standing at the door.

The door creaked and opened.

In the room, it is not the original furnishings of this restaurant.

I don't know when, in this small space, there are more gardens, pavilions, low hills, ponds, and a seemingly simple, but in fact, delicate courtyard everywhere.

It has become a small world full of life and contentment.

There is a graceful woman by the river, wearing a thin white gauze cloth, raising her hand and waving her arm, the snow-white gauze, the white dazzling, and the two-point cinnabar mole in the heart, which is even more red and panicking.

In the courtyard, there are also young girls with only belly pockets, drying all kinds of agricultural fruits and vegetables. The slender and sturdy body seems to reflect the taste of summer in the bright light.

In the pavilion, there is a beautiful woman in plain clothes, noble temperament, and cold and arrogant.

On the low hill in the distance, there are a few cute and cute girls, innocently fluttering butterflies and picking wild vegetables.

Such an unpretentious rural life is monotonous and boring to think about.

However, a real man like Meng Xinghe likes such a monotonous and simple life.

In an increasingly complex and noisy society, there may be fewer and fewer people like Meng Xinghe who yearn for this simple, boring, and boring life.

And everything that suddenly appeared in the guest room looked so natural, so natural, and there was no falsehood... But there is a lack of the owner who should be here.

Meng Xinghe didn't care, he sat under the big banyan tree in front of the small courtyard with the wine jug, and stroked the dust on the table with his sleeve.

Then I poured myself a glass of wine.

Those girls inside and outside the courtyard, far or near, secretly looked at Meng Xinghe.

Thinly dressed, their cheeks flushed with shame.

Some jumped directly into the pond and used the water in the pond to cover themselves, accidentally leaking the spring light.

Others are quick to get back into the house and snap the door shut. But he quietly poked open the paper on the window and peeked at Meng Xinghe's handsome face.

Meng Xinghe was content, sitting alone and drinking, looking at the scenery at the moment.

The wind is just right... Tulle is clear.

The sun is just right... Dialysis is clear.

The flowers are just right... Complement each other.

The beauty is just right... Charming and coquettish.

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