The Nine Godheads

"Looking... forget it, be civilized."

Looking at the old black leather booklet like the old demon treasure, Hong Xiaobao abolished the great strength and then resisted the export, and shouted a Yin old devil: "The old man, come out and see, you The filial son of the filial son is here!"

"Are you stunned? Not to say, don't bother the old man if there is nothing?" Ying Lao Mo Ying appeared, hehe.

Hong Xiaobao has a black line. It seems that every time you are cold, don’t you take it?

The old man here has already seen the pamphlet in the hands of the old demon, and he said: "What is the ghost of the "Nine Spectacles of Law"? When did the old man write what **** master?" Suddenly, "咦", "Oh Dong, it turned out to be him, no wonder..."

There are gossips!

Hong Xiaobao quickly raised his ears: "He? Or she? Who?"

This dead old man is a living history book... Oh, it should be a history book of dead ghosts. Since listening to the old demon blowing a glimpse of his deeds of Huang Quan and the retreat of the Dragon Palace, Hong Xiaobao was interested in his glorious history. If you can get a little romantic history, it would be even better!

Yin Laomo opened the recall mode, and he smiled lightly: "A little devil who loves to play with fire."

"Talk about it? Is it what you are... twelve... against the sky... one of the devils?"

"It’s the twelve heavens."

"A name is all right, don't care about the details!"

"No big or no small!" Yin Lao Mou slammed a sentence: "Twelve Heavenly Devils will belong to another system. When the old man was able to countless people, he would stop the Twelve Heavenly Devils?"

"What system is this Dong? What is he called Dong?" Hong Xiaobao asked quickly.

"He is called Dong, a word, one of the ten temples, ranking the old seven."

"Ten Hall? Which ten temple?"

"Oh..." Yin Laomo suddenly closed his mouth and said with a smile: "Children don't ask so much, it is not good for you."

"Wow, the old man doesn't bring you like this! Speak halfway, don't be afraid of breaking your tongue?" Hong Xiaobao said.

"It’s the favorite of Xiaoliu, and the old man is not good."

"Which is the small six... the amount, don't shift the topic, Mom!"

"Okay, don't say this first."

Yin Lao Mou interrupted: "You can't see the general outline, but the book itself is a good thing. Let's take it first. Then the old man will teach you how to use it." After that, there was no sound.

He did this for the past two days, and he did not know that the old turtle in Bixi was hiding in the Dongfu.

"Hey, hello! The old man! Dead old man... Hey!" Hong Xiaobao called a few times without responding, only angry and screaming.

At this time, the old demon is still in the booklet of Amala in Barabara: "This book was the magic weapon of the Lord of the Seventh Temple in the same year. Later, the monks fell apart and the temple master could not bear the nine secluded ancestors who lost their studies and died. I recorded the general outline of the nine secluded arrays. After several twists and turns, I finally fell into the hands of my innocent ancestors, and established an innocent city..."

Hong Xiaobao thought about the old man who didn’t say it. How much do you know about this old guy? So I quickly raised my ears.

After listening to it for a long time, I found out that he did not mention why the ten temples, Dong and the princes were disbanded, but only blindly ignited the glorious history of the innocent city, and then impatiently said: "Isn’t it a broken general outline? What's so good? I look at it..." Speaking of picking up the book.

The old demon was not expected, and suddenly he screamed: "Don't open!"

But late, Hong Xiaobao has already opened.

As soon as the pages of the book were opened, a horrible breath suddenly came. In time, Hong Xiaobao seemed to enter another world, and countless illusions came.

The corpse!

Blood sea!

White bones!

Soul!

Yellow springs are swaying, and countless devils are floating in the sea. There are a lot of people on the shore who are dressed up... It should be a person, keep picking up the sea of ​​ghosts in the sea, then go to the knife mountain, the oil pan, pull out the tongue, hook the spine...

Scream!

Cry!

beg for mercy!

Begging for death!

All kinds of sounds, endless, and lively **** scenes, too realistic and too horrible, Hong Xiaobao can not even distinguish, it is an illusion, or a real world.

Suddenly a servant raised his hand and grabbed it: "Since it is here, let's cook it together!"

laugh--!

The next moment, Hong Xiaobao suddenly found himself on the oil pan, and then immediately turned his eyes, it was very faint.

When I woke up, it was already dark and I didn't know how long I was in a coma. I only feel sore and weak, my hands and feet are weak, as if my body is hollowed out, my mind is even more languid, and my head hurts like it is cracking.

"Hey, wake up?" Before he opened his eyes, the voice of Yin Lao Mo was heard in his mind.

"I am... what happened?" Hong Xiaobao snorted.

"It was almost smothered by the yin and yang books, and it didn't get in the way." Yin old devil snarled.

"Yin, Yin and Yang?"

"That is the black book, hehe..." Yin Laomo smiled a little embarrassed. "I forgot to tell you during the day, that book, but the magic of the earth's order, with your current repair There is no qualification for a glance."

Wen Yan, Hong Xiaobao's entire face is dark, dead old man you are deliberate, right? It must be intentional! Without such a pit person!

"In short, I want to find a way to get it. When the old man teaches you how to use it." Yin old devil shouted.

"..." Hong Xiaobao wants to curse people.

But still did not speak, suddenly a dizzy attack, he was very faint.

In the middle of the battle, he felt that he was flying, flew this for a while, and flew for a while, erratic.

Everywhere, there will be strong aura fluctuations, accompanied by bursts of monsters, sometimes terrestrial monsters, sometimes water monsters, and sometimes beasts, as if fighting is fierce .

Sometimes I feel some cold liquid flowing in my mouth, very bitter, very cold, and my teeth are numb. In the vagueness, Hong Xiaobao vaguely knew that those drugs were nourishing the soul.

I don’t know how long it took, when he regained consciousness, his mind was still groggy, but much better than before. Then one opened his eyes, and he saw the face of the old devil's chrysanthemum appearing in front of him.

"Child, you finally woke up!"

Seeing that he woke up, the old demon was obviously relieved, and the face of the chrysanthemum that was wrinkled into a group was opened. Then I pinched Hong Xiaobao's nose and poured the remaining liquid in the bowl. Then I put down the bowl: "How do you feel?"

"Okay."

Although the liquid medicine is difficult to drink, but after the belly, but turned into a clear stream to nourish the soul, Hong Xiaobao suddenly felt much better, then looked at the old demon, could not help but move.

I saw the exhaustion of the old guy's face, the cloak on his body was bloody, and he didn't know whether it was a monster or his own. There was a delicate porcelain bowl in his hand, and the bowl was filled with some dark green liquid, which was pouring into his mouth. There are some dead beasts lying on the side of the body, birds, beasts and worms, and there are some elixir, all of which are to restore the mind.

However, Hong Xiaobao did not say anything, just asked: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"Half a month." The old demon sighed, smiled, and comforted: "But it's okay, wake up, wake up..."

"Fiveteen days..."

Hong Xiaobao could not help but whimpered.

It’s a day!

Just looked at it and actually stunned for fifteen days! If you look at it a little more, then you can’t fly away?

Looking back at the oil pan at that time, Hong Xiaobao still seems to be able to smell the burning smell. But by this time, he also knew that the little black skin was so powerful that he would never dare to look down on it.

After a check, Hong Xiaobao even choked.

The body is nothing wrong, but the soul is hurt a little bit, almost shrunk by half.

The soul of this thing, before the Xuan Shengjing are invisible but real things. It is no more than the flesh, once it is injured, it is coma, it is stunned, and it may even become a vegetative person - just like a concussion.

To tell the truth, if it wasn’t for the old devil to find the elixir to pour in the past few days, Hong Xiaobao estimated that he could wake up and say two things.

Fortunately, his foundation is good enough, and God's thoughts are many times stronger than the same-order monks. They are proficient in medical science. Now, when they wake up, they can heal themselves.

Subsequently, Hong Xiaobao opened a prescription to let the old devil go to "catch the medicine." Because it is fresh, then the old devil is running for a while.

On this day, the medicine soup was being smashed, and the old demon suddenly took out a scroll and threw it over, letting Hong Xiaobao meditate on the picture on the scroll.

"What is it?" Hong Xiaobao asked casually.

"Nine meditation maps can help you repair the soul." The old man replied, and at the same time passed a slogan.

He said that this scroll is the meditation map of the first generation of the innocent city from the general outline of the nine secluded law. It is the magic door to the treasure. It also says that it is not broken, and now it is a good time to temper the mind.

When Hong Xiaobao heard the words "nine secluded", he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Then open it and see it!

I saw a white bone throne on the top. The Yin old devil took the right leg and sat on it. The right hand was on the right knee, and the left hand supported the left brain to make a false skull. Below the throne, it is the step of the white bones, the palace of blood and red, and countless souls and hands from the ground, as if to grab something. Don't say, at first glance, it's really impressive.

But this is not a nine-mirry meditation map, this is a nine resentment!

Hong Xiaobao glanced at it, and the value of resentment burst into a moment, throwing it aside: "Broken figure, not practiced!"

Suddenly thinking of these days, the old guy is not easy to run around, but it is somewhat unbearable, so he sighed softly and said: "Old guy, actually, I don't want to practice, the problem is... you want I am going to recover quickly, so I can get some good stuff, this broken picture is really...hehe..."

The old demon is not angry, just laughs and laughs: "Boy, you have to look down on this picture. This picture is the original trace of the seventh lord Dong. The person who painted it is the demon master of the year. The meditation effect is better than the Buddha. The "Wanfo Dynasty Zongtu" is overwhelming, let's go..."

"But I used to see this picture before, it is better and more expressive than yours." Hong Xiaobao interrupted.

"Nonsense! The seven main halls are authentic, the sky is the only one, how can you have seen it?"

"Really, no one dares to lie to you!" Hong Xiaobao Zhen Zhen has a word, "Moreover, the one I have seen is not necessarily from the hands of the Seven Dynasties."

It seems a bit reasonable, the old devil said: "When did you, where have you seen it?"

"When I was young, it was about 13 or 4 years ago, in the palace." Hong Xiaobao was a serious man.

"In the palace?"

"Hey, don't you know? I am the Akiko Nine Emperor."

"..." The old demon did not speak at once. It turned out to be the palace of the secular world. It scared the old man to jump. He thought it was the hidden dragon palace or the emperor palace.

The result was that Hong Xiaobao added: "The mother said that it was her dowry. The person in the painting is much more expressive than yours. It is the same as the real one. Oh, yes, it is covered with a seal, it seems to be... ”

"Yes?"

"What palace is coming..."

"What palace is it?"

"I think, after a long time, I don't remember very clearly..." Hong Xiaobao screamed, but his heart screamed and shouted: "Bixi, come out!"

"Master, what is the order?" Bixi immediately replied.

"I am...you are the emperor's emperor's long plaque. Have you seen it?"

"..."

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the creek of Bixi.

How did the owner suddenly ask this? Wouldn't it be necessary to seal me? No, I have been busy transforming Dongfu in recent days. Even the ancestors praised me for being diligent and clever and moving forward. No mistakes, why should I seal me?

"Come on." Hong Xiaobao urged.

"..."

Another drop of cold sweat.

"Don't tell me to ask the old man."

"Don't! This kind of little thing doesn't have to alarm the ancestors, hehehe..." Bixi was shocked.

Emperor Yin, of course, it has been seen, and is very familiar. In the tree of Bilan Solo, it is actually covered with a emperor. It has been seen for 5,000 years and has been pressed for 5,000 years. Familiar? So I quickly passed a message.

"Thank you, go back and invite you to dinner." Hong Xiaobao casually said.

"Thank you, thank you master!" Bixi was flattered.

"You're welcome."

After killing the cave turtle, Hong Xiaobao turned back and put on a "I think of it" look, then reached out and drew a seal on the ground.

"Probably like this..."

Above a pot, the next plate, representing the place of the sky, a small bird in the middle (actually a phoenix), just formed a "鸾" word, there are three words in the bottom of the gods, from right to left: Imperial Palace.

If you ignore the poor painting skills, you can see that there is a kind of "sky in the sky, only my own respect" momentum.

"This, this... this is..." The old devil was terrified. He pointed to the words "Imperial Palace" and his eyes were old: "You, are you sure these three words?"

"Definite, certain, and sure!" Hong Xiaobao's face is not red.

So the old devil did not speak.

The real emperor!

Actually it is the real emperor!

In contrast, the handwriting of the Seven Dynasties is a rough hair? People are the same gods as the Devils!

夭 嘞 嘞!

What is the end of her mother's mother, actually there is a female emperor to make a dowry? There is also, the old man actually tied the emperor's palace to be a disciple, if the female emperor knows, will it tear the old man?

The heart is so flustered, what should I do?

But when I glanced at Hong Xiaobao, he suddenly felt that this kid might be jealous.

After all, that is the true trace of the female emperor. Even if there is the shadow of the emperor's palace behind the Akane, it is not a queen of the secular world. Or, from another angle, it is easier to understand: how can a man with a female emperor marry? Go to the secular world?

Then he shook his head: "I don't believe."

"Love does not believe." Hong Xiaobao sighed.

"Unless you can prove it."

"The picture is not around, how to prove? I will not Danqing." Hong Xiaobao smiled.

"The old master has a way." The old devil said that he suddenly put a finger on his eyebrow and told him: "You try to remember what the person in the painting looks like, the old man will know."

"I said, the old guy, you don't want to use the sinister tricks like Soul Dafa for me?" Hong Xiaobao asked with trepidation.

"You are the old man who picks up the good guys, hurts you too late, how can you be willing to search your soul? But it is his heart, a small spell, will not hurt you, rest assured." The old devil smiled.

"That's it..."

So Hong Xiaobao stared at the nine secluded meditation map, but in his mind began to recall the appearance of Yin old man, and then imagined Yin old man sitting on the white bone chair fake.

For a long while, the old demon suddenly slammed and frowned, and seemed to be somewhat puzzled. Then, he saw the picture in Hong Xiaobao’s mind suddenly changed.

The Throne of the White Bone disappeared, and the blood of the Dead Sea was gone. It turned into a dark void. Only one Yin old man stood upright, and there was a sneer in his mouth, as if to say: Idiot!

Well, this is the most common pose of the old man.

Especially when he spits out the so-called famous decent, sneer will become an undisguised sarcasm.

"唰", the cold sweat of the old demon suddenly came down.

"Fruit, sure enough!"

When he was shocked, he let go of his hand and suddenly fell to the front of Hong Xiaobao. On the spot, he came up with a five-body cast, and shouted in his mouth: "I don't know how to discard my son, and see the nine ancestors!"