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Huayu Palace, the full moon building

The auspicious clouds are full of light, and the fragrance of Rui Hao floats.

The wisps of Furui's qi hung down from the void, the exquisite jade tree cage vermilion smoke, and the Qihua Yao grass was blue and blue.

Murong hung his head and wore a high crown, wearing the blood clothes of the Heavenly Demon, depicting the blood pool on the top and embroidering the Heavenly Demon on the bottom, which was lifelike and ready to come out.

He sat cross-legged on the gimbal, his hands tied in a strange magic seal, and behind him a faint bronze portal, rusty, exuding a mysterious aura.

On the opposite side of him, a gold silk soft couch is obliquely horizontally, and the silver hook of the beast hangs a bead curtain, and the pearl hangs high, showing a beautiful woman in the halo and brilliance.

The woman holds her cheeks in her hand, half lying on the soft couch, the moire corset, which is as thin as a cicada's wings, can't cover the full jade peak, and only a light pink scattered soft smoke skirt is tied around her waist, and the slender and straight legs are superimposed together, which is beautiful.

Looking up, a plum hairpin is curled on a simple bun, thin eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, and a slightly powdered pretty face, like a daffodil that has just come out of the water.

This woman with a mature and seductive body is unexpectedly childish, especially a pair of watery beautiful eyes, full of innocence and loveliness.

I have to say that this kind of childlike ** has a natural temptation, which makes everyone who sees it feel an irrepressible impulse in the bottom of their hearts, and they are hot.

The beautiful woman used her slender jade fingers to open a lychee, revealing the round flesh, took a bite, and licked the juice from the corner of her mouth with her fragrant tongue, and said, "Murong Chui, how are you thinking about it?" If you want to achieve Jindan in the future, or even impact the realm of real people, it is best to join us." ”

The voice is delicate and tactful, especially the movement of Xiao Xiangyu just now, which is enough to ⊥ any normal man to be horny and unable to help himself. Murong raised his head, and a hint of jealousy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The taste of this woman in front of her is far from being comparable to the concubines in his harem, but her whole person is like shrouded in a shadow of darkness, always like a moment, it seems to be in front of her, but it is actually in the sky, and it will always be unclear.

After pondering for a moment, Murong lowered his mouth and said, "On the ground, I only know that there are ten major Xuanmen and six major demon sects, and I have never heard of your black prison. ”

The woman on the soft couch sat up, her slender jade feet swaying in the air, her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell, and she said, "Don't you hear that those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements? Xuanmen, Demon Sect, Demon Dao, and even Western Buddhism all have our black prison people occupying high positions, and in terms of latent forces alone, we are not weaker than any other." ”

The corners of Murong Droi's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, this cowhide is really not small.

"It seems that Murong Daoyou still has doubts about the strength of our black prison," the woman sat up straight, the jade peak on her chest was almost torn out, squeezing out an astonishing ravine, her slender jade hand slashed through the air, and strands of true qi surged from all directions, condensing into a scripture.

The scriptures are thick and thick, dark as ink, and there is a headless demon god on the cover, with two eyes in the belly, holding a mountain axe, standing against the sky and the earth, roaring the sky.

Even if it is just a few strokes, the headless demon god is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and the momentum of the rampant and domineering still passes through the back of the paper and lasts for a long time.

Murong Shui got up suddenly, his eyes were as bright as stars, he stared at the mysterious patterns on the divine axe that the headless demon god held high above the top, and said word by word, "Heavenly Punishment God and Demon Catalog." ”

"How?"

The beautiful woman flicked her hand, and the pages of the scriptures were opened, and there were all drawings of the headless demon god, or with her back to the blue sky, or sitting on the lotus, or lying like a Buddha, or calm like a bell, in a thousand postures, indescribable.

Looking closely, each picture of the headless demon god seems to tell an ancient legend, exuding an eternal and unrivaled power.

"Okay, I promise you. ”

Murong Trai did not hesitate this time, and nodded directly in agreement, this scripture is what he dreams of, and he must not miss it.

"Clever," the beautiful woman snapped her fingers, smiled, and then reached out into the sachet, took out a thumb-sized bone tower, and sent it over along with the scriptures, saying, "The bone tower must be put away, I will contact you." Also, finally, you have to remember people's names, I'm the moon cicada, giggles. ”

The female voice that was charming to the bones sounded, and a shadow suddenly lengthened, and the beard was a hundred feet away, and the beautiful woman disappeared along with the incense in the air.

"Black Prison, Moon Cicada,"

Murong pondered a few words, the corners of his mouth showed an unfathomable and profound smile, he put away the bone tower, opened the "Heavenly Punishment God and Demon Catalog" on his knees, his expression was solemn, and he began to scrutinize, think, and comprehend word by word

In less than half an hour, Murong Chui closed the scripture, his eyes opened, and he could faintly see that two invisible whirlpools were generated, and in the innermost, the headless demon god roared endlessly, and the big axe in his hand was full of light, as if he was going to split this sky and reproduce the act of cutting down the sky.

The moon cicada teeth are like shellfish, the lips reflect the sun, the slender waist is less than a hand, showing a delicate and wonderful body, the pale pink gauze skirt is dragged to the end, and the skirt swings like water ripples.

Such a peerless beauty with a beautiful appearance, no matter where she goes, it will cause people to exclaim, but in Huayu Palace, the maids and disciples who come and go are all like blind eyes, even if they pass by, there is no reaction.

She is like walking in the shadows, as if she is walking in a different world, and she has no intersection with ordinary people.

Passing through the verandah, bypassing the crane pond, and turning the third or fifth floor, the moon cicada stopped her steps, brushed the show in her ears, and looked ahead.

The Bodhi tree is like a cover, the wind blows, and the sound of Sanskrit Buddha singing is endless.

Fa Yuan was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, barefoot like a lotus, sitting under the Bodhi tree, smiling with flowers, and his expression was leisurely.

"Moon Donor,"

Fa Yuan bowed, his eyes as clear as amber.

Yue Chan'er frowned and sneered, "Why, even the Fayuan Master who has always claimed to be an ascetic cultivator of Vajra Immovable Fundamental Zen is alarmed?"

Fa Yuan put his chest together, his voice was calm, and he said, "The door has been opened, and the catastrophe of heaven and earth is close at hand, how can the Buddha Gate stay out of the matter?"

"Hehe, that's a nice thing to say. Yue Cicada didn't smile, and said, "If it weren't for your Buddhism Gate pushing behind, that mediocre King would have opened the seal?

"An era, a reincarnation, the catastrophe of heaven and earth should come and will always come, and it will not be transferred by the will of man," Fa Yuan's expression was unwavering, and his words were clear, "Under the catastrophe, what we need is not suspicion, but cooperation." ”

"Yes. ”

Yue Chan'er nodded, once the portal is fully opened, together with that mysterious place, the brunt is the Xuanmen, who let them dominate in the world, at this time, they will have to bear their due responsibility.

As for forces like the Black Prison and Buddhism, maybe they can fish in troubled waters, seize the opportunity, and soar into the sky.

After all, there will be great opportunities in the catastrophe, as long as you can seize it, you will be blessed by the luck of the world, and you will be blessed with great fortune and prosperity.

"The Moon Donor is really a sensible person. ”

Fa Yuan smiled and stood up, he was slender, standing in the court, like a green pine in the snow, unorthodox.

Yue Chan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she said, "Fayuan Daoist friends won't shoot directly, right?"

Fa Yuan gave birth to a lotus flower step by step, and his body was filled with Buddha light, he shook his head and said, "Don't look at the Xuanmen now completely out of the way, if we reach out and cross the line, those old guys will definitely jump out and not give up." Our Buddhists live in the barren West, our spiritual energy is exhausted, and our disciples are scarce, so we can't withstand such a toss. ”

"Hehe, do you want to hand it over to the children to solve?"

The moon cicada is smiling and dazzling.

"Of course, the children's affairs must be left to the children to solve. ”

Fa Yuan and Yue Cicada looked at each other and smiled, and they had a tacit understanding in their hearts.

Baoguang Palace, Mingyang Pavilion.

A young man paced slowly, unhurried, calm and generous.

He wore a crown on his head, a brocade robe, and a jade belt around his waist, but under the reflection of silver candles, his face was unusually pale, and a pair of lifeless gray eyes made people have nightmares at a glance.

After three turns, the young man spread out the sleeves of his robe, went to the cloud bed, and sat down cross-legged.

The incantation was recited in his mouth, and after a while, the young man's heavenly gate was opened, wisps of corpse qi overflowed, and the sound of ghosts crying wolves suddenly sounded in the main hall, and the gloomy aura began to permeate.

The corpse qi gathered more and more, almost turning into substance, and then, the corpse qi like a cloud tumbled for a while, holding out a corpse spirit lamp, and the cold light illuminated the space.

The corpse spirit lamp turned slightly, and around it, hideous faces appeared, pain, jealousy, hatred, killing, and other negative emotions were frantically condensed, and then turned into pure lamp oil, making the flame of the spirit lamp even more gloomy and cold.

From above, the Baoguang Hall was shrouded in a layer of miserable white gloom, birds and beasts were extinct, and there was no sound, only death-like silence.

For more than an hour, the young man opened his eyes, and with a gesture of his hand, the corpse spirit lamp fell into his palm, with clear patterns and bright colors, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

The young man's brow furrowed deeply, almost twisted into a pimple, and after a while, he exhaled a breath of turbidity and scolded, "It's all that damn boy, if it weren't for his strange jade ruler, how could this corpse lamp of mine become like this." Don't let me meet you again, otherwise, I will definitely plant you with lotus flowers first, and then light the sky lantern in the Yuan Spirit. ”

He gritted his teeth, hatred raging, and his voice gradually rose to the top, and at the end, he almost roared.

It can be seen that for the person who damaged his spiritual lamp magic weapon, he hated it to the bone and never died.

The door of the Baoguang Hall opened, and a delicate-looking young man burst in, he was tall and jade, draped over his shoulders, cranked a folding fan, and said with a smile, "Senior Brother Boyang is cultivating again? ”