Fox Demon Cultivation Manual

Song Ci stood alone in the darkness for a while, then slowly calmed down his emotions. When he wondered why there was no scene around him, a sound of footsteps came.

He looked around and saw a person walking slowly from the darkness, his face became clearer.

"Old man in the mirror?" Song Ci wondered, "how do you ..."

The caller was the old man Jing, who walked in front of Song Ci and looked at him carefully, wondering, "Where are your eyebrows?"

Song Ci touched it, but didn't touch his eyebrows. He almost shed sad tears. "What if I want to shave my head?"

"How many scenes have you been through?" The old man Jing saw him sad and changed the subject.

Speaking of this, Song Ci remembered something, but did not answer but asked, "Do you have anything to do with that Jiang Liang? Do you have old knowledge?"

Earlier, I looked at Feng Jingqiu when he looked at Feng Yingqiu so he felt wrong. How do you say that the old man is too old to refuse to have any friendship with the little girl? The only possibility is that he knows Jiang Liang who is attached to Feng Yingqiu .

The old man Jing heard the question, and looked at him for a while, then sighed, "Do you know Xiao Song, then there are so many people in Qinchuan City, I just don't want you to know the truth."

Song Ci looked confused, "Why?"

"Because of you, you look timid, but you are actually very daring," said the old man. "Always get out of the plan."

Song Ci didn't know if it was praise or derogation. He folded his arms and said, "What plans do you have? Let me hear you."

"Love without love, and love against your eyes, which is the most painful?" Asked the old man Jing.

"How do I know this?" Song Ci frowned his bald eyebrows and frowned, "You answer my question first!"

"You know, I'm a mirror demon." Shen Jing, the old man, said, "I'm A Liang's vanity mirror. He has sung for decades and hasn't changed his vanity mirror, so I've been by his side, my own eyes Watching him fall in love with Feng Zhuojun and being abandoned relentlessly, and finally insulted by the Feng family, distraught, secretly wiping tears into the mirror late at night ... "

"So ... do you love Jiang Liang?" Song Ci speculated.

"Yes." The old man with a smile on his eyes, like recalling that year, "I love him, so I pray every day and every night to be able to turn into an adult form early, protect him from being bullied by anyone, and want him out of Feng Zhuojun's shadow For decades, I watched him grow and age every day. "

"Did you become an adult later?" Song resigned.

This is obviously a stupid question. The old man Jing Jing glanced at him silently and sighed, "It's a human figure, but it's too late. The fire burned Aliang's body clean and nothing was left. I was there A human figure was cultivated in the fire, but it failed to save him. "

The old man's tone was clearly not so sad, but it sank Song Ci's heart and said softly, "This is also no way out."

"You don't understand the despair of watching your beloved die in front of him. On the day of his death, he happened to run into Demon, and the two demons were turbulent. There were a lot of monsters in Qinchuan City, and the monsters took him. His soul broke down, I thought that even if he could not be resurrected, it would be good to be able to send him to have a rebirth. I have been looking for a way to gather his soul in recent years. Later, I heard that Moyao Pai Only when there is a sealed magic stone can he gather his soul, and then he will rise to Shifeng with his own danger. "

"Then you are really in danger, and you have been detained for a long time." Song Ci admired the old man's courageous behavior, "I almost couldn't get out."

"I really lacked consideration. I didn't expect Mo Yao's dungeon to be so hard." The old man said with a smile and continued. "After I returned to Qinchuan, I found that Liang's soul had gathered, but at the same time It was also found that he played a star board in the city. "

"So what did you sneak up at in Feng's house before? What was your idea to make Feng Yingqiu happy?"

"It's ridiculous to get married and be happy, but it's very useful. I just want to force A Liang out of Feng Yingqiu's body. If you let him start the Xingluo chessboard, it's too late." The old man Jing said, "I'm also blame you , Have to hit here, and bring Rong Shenxian ... "

"Hey, what do you mean by this disgusting tone? At first, you came to me to drink and complain, and I tried to help you. Do you think I'm free? Uncle Rong and I came to Qinchuan to find the demon gate Yes, we are going to do great things in the demon world! "Song Ci said angrily.

"If I knew that Rong Bai was such a character, I wouldn't provoke you if I was killed." The old man Jing said bitterly, "This is all right ..."

"You speak clearly." Song Ci grabbed his sleeves, "Do you know Rong Bai's identity?"

The old man with the thumbs up gave him a thumbs up. "You are so big-hearted that you don't even know who he is, and you dare to run around with him."

"Seriously, what do you know?" Song Ci patted his hand and asked nervously.

The old man with a cough coughed and pretended to be like, "If anyone I have seen, I can know the past of that person. I could not see Rong Bai before, I guess he should be a very powerful character, but this time In Feng Fu, I suddenly saw a scene or two on Rong Bai's body.

"You still have such a powerful ability." Song Ci was shocked. "So the first time you saw me, you knew that I had been wronged and kept calling me a little kinky?"

The old man in the mirror touched his nose awkwardly. "It just feels fun."

Song Ci wanted to anger and patted the table, but when he found that there was no table for him to start, he glanced at the old man in the mirror and said that I would write down the account first, airway, "You continue to say, what do you see?"

"I can't describe it, you can see it for yourself." The old man raised his hand and stroked in front of Song Ci's eyes. The dark yellow light covered all his eyes. He blinked and saw that the distant place was flooding. From blue to white.

Immediately after a shocking picture opened in front of him, Skyrim speared a spear-like white cloud across half of the sky and hovered hugely above his head.

There was a thick, **** smell that was difficult to breathe. Song Ci turned his eyes slightly, and his eyes were all blood red. Within the limits of his sight, he was covered with dense corpses, and the Blood River flowed down the terrain and slipped. Passing his shoes, he felt a bit of chill on the soles of his feet.

Rao is a **** song, and he can't accept the scene. He can't bear gasping, and wants to calm his emotions with deep breathing.

In this piece of flesh and blood, almost without feet, he stiffened his body and did not dare to move.

"That's enough, Uncle Rong." There was a slightly familiar voice behind him.

Song Ci found the master of the voice in his mind instantly. He heard the rattle of the neck bones, and turned stiffly before seeing Lu Shaoqing, who had previously dressed as a bearded man.

He had long red hair like fire, **** with a hairband made of somehow animal fur, and a pair of beast horns like black jade on top of his head. He was wearing white robes with snowy eyes. Bloody red, standing full of blood in the blood, spotless.

Song Ci took a few deep breaths before he dared to shift his eyes. When he fell on the man next to Lu Shaoqing, he suddenly stopped.

I saw the man's snow-colored hair flying, and the black robe was in sharp contrast with it. The black robe was embroidered with a leap of gold, like a cat, and like a fox.

His right hand was still holding a blood-stained skull, half of his arms were rendered red, and it kept dripping. He raised it with his hands, throwing his head on the ground like a stone, slightly sideways, exposing In order to make the bright red of this place pale.

"Are there any living mouths?" Rong Bai's voice was bitterly cold.

"One didn't stay." Lu Shaoqing sighed lightly, quite gloating, "Even if you are in a bad mood, you can't let these monsters breathe."

Rong Baidao, "They asked for it."

Song Ci didn't know the white face in front of him. He was aggressive and wanton. The eyes, which were originally black, were now full of blue, like the Rakshasa who came up from the land, and the long white hair that fluttered. But he lined him noble, like a blood-stained god.

The corpses in this place are all from Rongbai's hands. Even if they are demon monsters, they will kill too much!

Perhaps Rong Bai is also a monster? It is not a fairy or a Taoist at all.

The white priest's costume when he first saw him, just like him, was just for the convenience of walking the world.

Song resigned, and wanted to go forward, and looked at Rong Bai carefully, but the next moment he left, the entire scene disappeared, leaving only the old man in front of him,

The old man in the mirror saw Song Ci's expression similar to his imagination, and said, "See? Can this person be the one you and I can provoke? If it is a bad waiter, the whole Qinchuan city can still live?"

"You can't say that ..." Song Ci argued weakly. Peerless Tang Gate www.jueshitangmen.info

"The demon can be slaughtered easily, not to mention human, Xiao Song, if you really have a human heart, you can keep an eye on your Uncle Rong, and I want to send A Liang to give birth, just in case ..."

Before the words were finished, Song Ci suddenly fell to the ground and lost his soul, "It's over, I'm afraid I won't be safe."

The old man Jing was startled and squatted in front of him. "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

Song Ci's fearful hands were twisted together, looked at the old man in the mirror, and said with guilty conscience, "Old man in the mirror, I ask you a question."

"You said." The old mirror man had a bad hunch.

"Just ... if you were unconscious, a man forcibly kissed you, would you be angry when you woke up?" Song Ci said euphemistically.

After listening to the old man for a moment, Jing Jing took a moment to whisper in front of him and asked, "That unconscious man, isn't it forgiving?"

Song Ci simply wanted to pat his thighs, held up his small fist and held back, smiling with a white tooth, "Maybe it is him."

The old mirror man's eyes were black, and he almost turned over, pointing at Song Ci's hand, shaking like a sieve, "You can do such a thing as a beast?"

He spread his hands and grieved, "I am helpless."

"It's over." The old man with a mirror paralyzed, desperately. "Let's just sit and wait for death."

"Don't give up hope for life!" Song Ci cheered for him, "Maybe he doesn't remember anything after being awake!"

"Yeah!" The old man in the mirror, excited, sat up overjoyed, "maybe he has always been sober?"

Song Ci heard his frown frown, and was a bit confused, "What are you talking about?"

The old man with a glance at him said, "You better pray for the latter, otherwise I won't let you go as a ghost."

Song Ci didn't speak any more. After thinking for a while, he suddenly felt a little weird. He looked up and asked the old man, "Why is the chessboard out of the scene? It's been dark for a while."

"What is on the chessboard is controlled by the chess player. During the stagnation of the formation, the people in the formation are at a standstill, and only those who retain their consciousness will be in the dark like they are now," explained the old man Jing "Maybe Aliang is tired of playing now."

"It's too ridiculous, in case he keeps stopping, shouldn't we just stay like this?"

"Since the formation method has been started, it consumes things that are in the formation. The things to be formed are consumed cleanly, and the formation method itself is broken." The old man Jing said with satisfaction, "This is also good."

After hearing about Song Ci, he groaned for a moment, and looked at the old man with a serious look. "I ask you, is there a limit to what can be pressed?"

"No, anything is fine."

"What about the soul?"

The old man in the mirror froze, "It's okay."

I don't know what Song Ci thought about, and slowly frowns his eyes, his words startling, "I suspect that it's Uncle Rong's soul that is fighting."

Which makes him feel strange.

The old man's eyes widened in amazement. "Do you have a basis for this suspicion?"

"No." Song replied, "It's just my own feeling that you should know that I am Jiang Liang on the chessboard and Uncle Rong is Feng Zhuojun, so I have seen him a few times before and I think he is strange, but this is just me Guess. "

"I don't know this." The old man with a dull expression and solemnly said, "The two most important chess pieces in this array are Feng Zhuojun and A Liang. Do you know what this means?"

Song Ci shook his head.

"According to Aliang's hatred for Feng Zhuojun, he will definitely design a killing game to end the game at the end of the board, so you are very likely to be accused of killing Rong Bai, representing Feng Zhuojun. If you do not comply, this team will It won't break, but if you do ... it is very likely that Rong Bai will break his head. "

He instantly recalled the picture he had just seen, and Rong Bai's head became his own and was thrown away at will.

Song Ci shuddered and said, "Let's find a way to kill Jiang Liang."

The old man stared at him again, "unless you kill me first!"

Song Ci said, "Wait for me, I'll kill you now."

The old man in the mirror was busy holding his hand, "Hey-impulsive!"

While the two were in trouble, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. A long, prosperous street stretched out in front of the night, and the lanterns on both sides of the street gave off colorful lights, which illuminated the entire street. The pedestrians are all amazed.

The old man paused for a while, slowly stood up, and saw all kinds of people walking by, discussing, "This is the master of the Feng family hanging the lantern for the theater's famous lady, Jiang, hanging a whole street, really a big deal what!"

"If this is a girl from ordinary people, I'm afraid I already promised it by myself!"

Song Ci also stood up, glanced down the lantern toward the distance, and admired, "This thought of Feng Zhuojun is really ashamed."

Jiang Liangdong didn't hesitate. He didn't know, but he looked at the lights in this street and was fascinated by this gorgeous color.

However, before waiting for Song Ci to see Jiang Liang, the whole picture disappeared instantly, and a strange picture flashed out. For a while it was on the bank of the Qinchuan River, and for a while in the three-foot platform. Several sounds were intertwined and noisy.

Song Ci's cleaned eyebrows twisted again, "What's going on?"

The old man's look changed dramatically, "Here it is! Aliang is in trouble!"

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In this chapter, Demon King Rongbai makes his first appearance (～ ￣ ▽ ￣) ～

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