After ten years of ups and downs, the work of mortals is as chaotic as a mortal, the end of the month when the slap is slack, the World Cup and crayfish in the middle of the night, the smoky skewers and spicy hot pot in the university town, the tourists on earth are enjoying themselves... Going forward, it is how he carefully changed the traditional Chinese characters he accidentally marked out, carefully got along with his "family", secretly observing and imitating the behavior of other young people, learning to play games, keeping up with fashion, making fun of, smoking, and regularly updating popular vocabulary databases... Going forward, it is how he grew up in chaos and grew in chaos in the altar of the Chiaoru Valley...

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly realized something and was shocked. At this time, deep in Xuan Ji's sea of ​​consciousness, a white light that was as cruel as the true fire of the Vermillion Bird suddenly broke through the miasma, forcing him to withdraw quickly. Xuan Ji suddenly broke free from his shackles, and the long chain with fire flew out of his palm and smashed it down on Sheng Lingyuan.

Xuan Ji's mind moved, and the murderous thought had arisen, and the white light and the black fog collided fiercely. At the same time, a thunder fell, shaking the windows of more than 30 floors, and the two of them came to their senses at the same time - this place is a tall building in the downtown area!

The two suddenly separated, Xuan Ji leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and pressed it on the door of the hotel room. Their reactions were surprisingly consistent. Two talismans that were almost copied from each other fell on the doors and windows at the same time, wrapping half of the room, connecting from the end to the end, like a Tai Chi ball, separating the entire space from the outside world.

There was a earth-shaking sound in the room, Sheng Lingyuan's face turned pale, Xuan Ji turned his head slightly, and a line of thin blood was shaken out of his ears.

The barrier between the two of them suddenly dispersed, and a tourist who was rushing to the red-eyed flight next door rolled past his suitcases. Unconscious footsteps disappeared into the elevator, and he had no idea what was happening behind a thin wooden door.

On the Chiyuan altar, headed by Dao Yi, all the spirits of the artifacts gathered near the Stele Forest. Under the command of Dao Yi, these scrap copper and iron formed a formation with difficulty, trying to protect the Stele Forest where two stone tablets had broken. The blood-like strange moonlight poked out from the top of the mountain and sprinkled towards the altar hidden in the depths of the Chiao.

With a "Kara", under the horror of the knife, the third stone tablet instantly disappeared, and this time it was so fast that there was no warning at all.

The consciousness of connecting Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan was broken. One of them leaned against the door and the other against the window, and the other confronted each other less than ten meters, and the hotel room was shaken into ruins.

"I respect you very much, Your Majesty." It took me a long time to tell you, but Xuan Ji spoke word by word, "I think the person who ended the melee of Jiuzhou is a hero, even if you always act like a scum."

As the white light fell, Sheng Lingyuan's shrinking pupils dilated again.

At the same time, his almost stunned expression was restrained and he smiled slightly and said, "I'm really sorry."

Xuan Ji's ears were just shaking and bleeding. At this moment, it seemed like a sound leak, and it kept "buzzing" and his head began to feel dizzy. In the middle of the night, the hotel building was almost full. There were not a thousand mortals inside, and there were eight hundred mortals. Even the big devil knew that he was afraid of throwing a mouse and holding a barrier. It was really not suitable for fighting to the death. Xuan Ji stood silent for a moment, without saying a word, picked up his fast food bag and opened the door and left.

Sheng Lingyuan leaned sideways and made him open the door with a very graceful look. When he passed by, his slightly profound gaze kept falling on Xuan Ji. It was not until the little demon's breath disappeared in the elevator that he smiled. He raised his hand and a handful of black mist spread in the messy room. The black mist divided into small strands and drilled into the furniture that had just been broken by them. The broken wood and glass seemed to have life, and spontaneously gathered together. After a moment, he put it together and recovered as before. When he checked out, he couldn't find any mistakes.

After the black fog was repairing the furniture faithfully, it dissipated on the spot, as if it had never existed. Outside the room, half of the ornamental plants in the hotel instantly died. An autumn insect lying on the flower pot suddenly stopped moving. When the wind blew, it turned into a handful of dust.

Sheng Lingyuan relaxed his shoulders, leaned against the door, looked up at the air conditioner outlet that was "buzzing" and still wanted to block it.

He finally knew the origin of the little demon... It was really a messy conclusion.

Historical books say that the melee of Jiuzhou was initiated by Emperor Ping Sheng Jun.

As the initiator, this person only played two roles in the stories compiled by later generations: the greedy and ambitious man with green faces and fangs, or the 25 who is ignorant of the world.

But in fact, a war can last for a long time and the suffering of life cannot be attributed to a mortal.

This matter involves ancient secret history, and the young people today do not know at all--

Three thousand years ago, Chiyuan was not called "Chiyuan", but "Nanming Valley". It was the habitat of the sacred bird Zhuque tribe.

The divine bird Zhuque has a very special status. On the one hand, it is respected among the demon clan, and on the other hand, it is regarded by the human race as the guardian saint of the southern land. Strictly speaking, it is a demon clan, but it enjoys the treatment of a god. It has been worshipped by temples for generations and is ranked among the four saints.

It is said that there is earth-fire magma at the bottom of Nanming Valley, and the temperature is extremely high. Except for the firebirds, all living beings are difficult to get close to. It is a natural chasm. The human race and the demon race are separated by this natural chasm, and they are clearly divided. They have lived their own life in their own life.

The origin of the melee should be a natural disaster.

Before the First Battle of Pingyuan, a major earthquake occurred in Nanming Valley. It is said that the earthquake turned the entire Nanming Valley up to the sky, from the capital north to the capital south to the capital, and there was a strong tremor. Then there were frequent strange phenomena - in the winter of that year, the ice in the capital was more than two inches thicker than in previous years. By the following year, it was already April when the world was full of flowers, and the willows in the demon clan were still not green for a long time.

In the third year, even the temperature in Nanming Valley dropped, and the spiritual energy in the demon clan was lost in large quantities for unknown reasons.

The demon clan is different from humans. It can’t be done by planting seedlings into the ground and planting some food. The demon clan—especially some noble tribes—has a difficult child to have children because of the great change in the climate of the demon realm and the loss of spiritual energy. The number of small monsters born in that year dropped sharply, and more than 40% of the demon children fell to the ground and became stillbirth.

Just as the Nanming Valley cooled down, the sea of ​​fire became less violent, and many demons used their talents to cross the natural barriers and wanted to migrate to the territory of the human race to make a living. The human race also faced the same problem. People do not need "spiritual energy", but they have to eat. The climate suddenly changed drastically, and famine will naturally occur in the ground.

When everyone is rich in food and clothing, foreigners are "friends come from afar" and when everyone is unable to expose the blame, foreigners naturally become "uninvited guests". Moreover, the human race and the demon race are very different, and they have been isolated from each other for thousands of years. They can't pee in a pot, so it is natural to have conflicts.

The sacred bird Zhuque in Nanming Valley was sandwiched between the two tribes and was in a dilemma.

The patriarch of the Zhuque clan had no choice but to see that the two sides fought one after another every three days and there was a risk of a war breaking out, so he had to "please" Lihuo from the clan and forcibly ignited Nanming Valley to separate the human race from the demon clan.

At this moment, Emperor Ping, who was very fond of merit, was confused by something and did something very unethical. This is also the reason why later generations often put the shit pot of the clash of Jiuzhou on his head. He set up a "rebellion army" composed of human monks, targeting the demon clans who smuggled through Nanming Valley and could not return because of the passage closed. Relying on his large crowds, he massacred and hunted these demon clans and spoke: "The demon clan stepped into the king's map and would be punished."

The demon king was angry, and the demons were all excited, and the eighty-one monsters were fighting spirit.

Suzaku may have been full of incense, but he really thought he was a god. At this point, they still wanted to mediate the two tribes of shemale and demons with their own strength to stop the war, and they were unwilling to give way.

The demon king at that time was really a ruthless character, a bottomless atheism - he was blocked by the "god" and could not get through in Nanming Valley, so he pretended to surrender and set up a conspiracy to directly destroy the entire Zhuque clan, known in history as the "Slaying Gods Battle".

The temple collapsed, officially opening up a chaotic world where monsters and monsters were rampant.

That day, the blood of the divine bird dyed Nanming Valley red. The demon king seized the authority of Chiyuan. The demon army crossed the heavenly trenches and started the first battle of Pingyuan. Hundreds of thousands of human races and demon races died among them, including Emperor Ping. From then on, Nanming Valley became the Hell of Humanity and was renamed "Chiyuan".

As the great melee ended with the death of the Demon King, the angry Chiaoru fire was still burning.

The reason why Chiyuan needs to guard the Divine Bird clan in the era is that it is said that Chiyuan's earth fire is actually the source of "demon energy". Those who control Chiyuan can hold the demons in their hands. If Chiyuan is not controlled, the fire and demon energy will disperse into sentient beings. Except for the innate seven orifices of mortals, all clans will be controlled by the demon energy, and the war will inevitably begin again - this is true or false, Emperor Wu himself cannot say it well. Since ancient times, whenever living creatures do dirty things, either the gods do not bless them or rely on ghosts and monsters to deceive people's hearts.

However, Chiyuan will indeed bless other creatures with combat power except the human race, which is true. This is also the reason why the human race has no power to fight back after the demon king took Chiyuan.

What should the human race do if it is not favored by the world, mountains and rivers?

As the Emperor of Humanity, of course he had to split the mountains and fill the sea. After he pacified the four directions, he dug up the ancestral tomb of the Vermillion Bird in order to destroy the fire of Chiyuan, and took out several bones that could not be burned by the fire of Chiyuan. With a secret method that was very harmful to the good deeds, he engraved thirty-six fire seal orders to conquer the fire in Chiyuan.

The sealing fire means that it is born from the bones of the divine bird, and it has been soaked in the heart of heaven and earth for years, and then it has been born.

The little demon should be the spirit born from the Fire Enclosure Order.

Thirty-six Fire Envelope Orders, Thirty-six "Fire Guarding People". For three thousand years, every time Chiyuan is in turmoil, a Fire Envelope Order will be crushed to pieces and suppress it. If this can be called a "Clan"...

Then the Fire Guardian clan was made by him, and was born for sacrifice.

No wonder he didn't let his life be safe even if he died. It turned out that he was the creditor.

However, Sheng Lingyuan was a bad luck and settled down as soon as he was born. He had long been used to everything going well. He neither cared about this little "creditor" in his heart, nor did he care about others blaspheming his body. He just felt a little ridiculous.

He smiled, not knowing where it was involved, and a sharp stinging pain in his chest, as if something that did not belong to him was stuck there, and he could not be taken out even if he could not melt into his bloodline.

What?

Sheng Lingyuan frowned, pressed his chest with his five fingers, and suddenly stabbed in. He whispered his heart for a while without knowing the pain and itch, but he didn't hold anything.

He vaguely felt that he knew what it was, frowned and thought for a moment, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

"I'm so old," His Majesty sighed and slowly pressed his temples. "I have such a poor memory...not good!"

He suddenly remembered something and looked up suddenly.

Xuan Ji went downstairs, waited for someone to open the room for him again, and smoked a cigarette at the door.

He wanted to vomit, maybe it was a sequelae of being turned over his brain. At this moment, some uncontrollable scenes flashed through his brain - either blood flowed into rivers or corpses into mountains, or ruins or scorched earth... I don't know which memory clip he saw from.

He rubbed his temples and blew out smoke in the cold night.

When Sheng Lingyuan sealed Aluojin, Xuan Ji actually wanted to say that according to legend, the human demons were not dead, so it would be better to destroy the corpse directly for safety reasons. But when he saw the mouth of blood spitting out when the other party was sealed with a coffin, he couldn't bear to say it.

He may have had some illogical expectations for the human emperor filter in history.

In fact, if you think calmly, the achievements that will last forever and despicable will not conflict with despicable means.

Some people are widowed, widowed, orphans, and some people deserve it. It is a good idea to be worshipped by someone like Sheng in history books. There is really no need to come to earth to have a deep friendship.

Xuan Ji is a person with a very stable mood and is very open-minded. When encountering problems, he will try to solve them first. When he finds that the problems cannot be solved, he will solve his attitude - find a good position to accept them.

He will not be obsessed with the great joys, and the great anger will pass by a cigarette.

But today I don’t know what happened, but he became more and more irritable as the smoke smokes, and his tinnitus became heavier and heavier. Tar and nicotine were indeed poisonous and harmful substances, which briefly poured into the respiratory tract, making him suddenly feel suffocated. Xuan Ji’s eyes burst into tears, and he had an illusion in a trance. He was in a sea of ​​fire, facing the Altar of Chiyuan, and his eyes were covered in blood. He could only vaguely see the fire outside, Dao Yi and the others shouted at him anxiously.

He couldn't hear or care about it. He took out his natal sword from his back ridge with great importance. The sword always came out and went in as he wanted, without any pain, but the moment he pulled out the sword, he seemed to dig out his heart, and indescribable despair poured into his empty back ridge. He knelt down depressedly, as if his bones were removed.

"This time it's two hundred...thirty-two years," he knelt on the ground, muttering to himself, trying his best to lift the corners of his mouth upwards, "It's almost the longest time I've been...but Nirvana stone is broken...I really..."

He couldn't breathe, and the sound choked in his throat turned into a sharp tremor, but he was still trying to keep smiling: "I really... can't go any further. Sorry, I'm so useless... I'm sorry..."

Xuan Ji realized that he seemed to be talking to the sword.

Whose perspective is this?

Wait, two hundred and thirty-two years... This number is so familiar.

Xuan Ji changed his mind quickly and suddenly remembered that the longest-lived one on the more than thirty ancestral tablets next to the Chiyuan altar lived for exactly 232 years!

Is this a coincidence or...

The next moment, in the hallucination, he heard the sound of bones shattering all over his body, a clear bird song broke through the karma fire, Xuan Ji shook it hard-

"Director Xuan!"

Xuan Ji turned his head blankly and stared at the person who pulled him for a while before he could barely recognize that this was the local receptionist of the foreign control bureau who had settled them. The receptionist probably came in a hurry, sweating his forehead, holding a cell phone, and the WeChat kept jumping. It turned out that the bird song that made him tremble just now was a message prompt.

The receptionist was very anxious, and the next to him was dark, so he didn't notice that his face was wrong: "I was about to go upstairs to find you, but who knew I had met you here, hurry up, Director Xiao is looking for you, urgent matters!"

As he said that, a phone call came on the phone, and the receptionist quickly answered and pushed the screen to Xuan Ji's ear.

"...It's me," Xuan Ji responded slowly, and a long line of words came from the phone. His mind finally slowly returned to his mind, and his blank eyes refocused, "What?"
Chapter completed!