Fang Wai didn't know anything about human affairs. Ever since there was such a big commotion in Jialan Cave, Bailian sat in the cave and sat there for three full months.
There was no trace of anyone during this period, and even the evil demon that had been attracted to Balian rarely communicated with him again.
Perhaps because he had personally witnessed Balian's terrifyingly meticulous deduction ability, the demon god did not want to talk about the Golden Sea any more, nor would he give Balian another chance to talk, and fell into a tired sleep.
Balian could sense that the evil demon was hiding hostility and vigilance towards him, but he didn't force it.
But the many mysteries between this evil demon and the Lord Kunlun really make people care about it.
Ever since I came to Jialan Cave in Baili'anru, it seemed as if I had been forgotten. For six months, no one cared about it.
It was as if the huge chaos that made hundreds of thousands of mountains tremble and tremble that day had become an illusion.
Not only has it been more than six months since Balian came to Kunlun Jingxu from the human world, but it has also been a few months since Junhuang returned from the human world, and he has finally completely eradicated the poison from his body.
He was sitting in a patch of frost and snow, and in the warm pool full of spiritual power, he could faintly see the dragon's energy rising.
Junhuang Chenghuang suddenly tilted his neck, his pale face showing a hint of pain.
The fairy maid serving the tray on the side quickly knelt down, took the glass cup from the tray, and handed it over respectfully.
The emperor took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the glass cup and vomited the thick black blood in his mouth into the cup.
The immortal servant asked worriedly: "Is your Majesty better?"
Another immortal attendant quickly took a clean snow handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.
After Junhuang Chenghuang vomited out the mouthful of blood, his blood obviously became better. He waved his hand, glanced at the cup in her hand with disgust, and said, "Take some away."
This feeling of disgust and impatience did not originate from the fairy attendant who sent the glass lamp.
He was not originally a fastidious person, but for the past six months, he had been healing and practicing in this Qianmai Pond.
Every time the poisonous gas surges up, he vomits blood. With his status, he has no need to scruple and just vomits directly into the Fang Ling Pond.
Anyway, the spiritual water in this pool is flowing and has the power of self-purification. Even if the poisonous blood does not fall into the pool of water, it will be completely purified quickly. Why should he spend so much effort?
The young man standing aside, refining alchemy and protecting the Dharma, had not completely faded the white feathers on his face. Judging from his appearance and his pure aura, he looked like a demon monk from Kunlun Jingxu.
He noticed the impatience on Jun Huang Chenghuang's face, glanced at the Qianmai Pond's water level, which had dropped by half in the past six months, and moved his alchemy hand slightly.
A tight.
Even though he knew that he was the emperor, he couldn't help but said: "Three months ago, the emperor successfully forced the first mouthful of poisonous blood out of the body and vomited it into the spiritual pool, even though the Qianmai Pool has self-purification
Poisonous ability.
But in this Qianmai Pond, there are also many water creatures living in the water. Before they have time to be purified, the poison in your body will be transmitted to their bodies, and you will suffer the torture of thousands of cuts.
It will make them suffer deeply.
There are innocent creatures in the mountains and ponds, so why should you let them suffer when your Majesty the Emperor can do it easily?"
Junhuang Chenghuang had just forced out the remaining poison in his body, and when his body was exhausted and his heart was irritable, he heard the young man talking as if he didn't know his identity.
He couldn't help but lower the corner of his mouth, and his eyes gradually became gloomy: "Cang Nanyi usually preaches and preaches to me, but it's enough for you, a waiter who makes alchemy in a cauldron, how dare you comment on my actions?!"
The maid holding the glass lamp could not help but reveal a hint of coldness in her eyes as she looked at the young man: "Your Majesty has such a high status. The wandering spirit in the pool is humble. It is already a great achievement to be able to be with you even once."
The fairy is honored.
Not to mention being able to spend more than six months with a divine personage like you, day and night, this is a blessing that none of the immortals in the heaven can seek."
Another Immortal Attendant also said coldly: "Your Majesty was born with the supreme bloodline of the gods. It is the bloodline of the emperors with the same origin as the current real master. Its blood is a thousand times more precious than the spiritual blood of the Kirin True Dragon.
These little guys in the pool can be favored by the precious blood of the king. This is such a favor from the king. Accepting gifts from heaven and earth must undergo certain tests.
If you can't even endure this pain, how can you qualify to live at the feet of the Immortal and occupy the best geographical resources of Qianmai Pond?"
Qianmai Pond, as the name suggests, this spiritual pond is one of the most superior and ancient blessed places in Kunlun Jingxu. In terms of its preciousness, in a sense, it is comparable to the Hanyu Pond of the past.
It's just that they have different properties and different functions and effects.
The Thousand Veins Pond is a living pool that gathers the spirits of hundreds of rivers, the Thousand Veins Pond. Under the current of this pool, there are thousands of spiritual veins.
In Kunlun Jingxu, the spiritual veins here are not the spiritual veins of the human world. If the human spiritual veins are compared to hair, the dragon veins of Kunlun Jingxu can be called a giant dragon.
The spiritual veins here all have the consciousness of the original gods. The spiritual veins are living creatures, generating their own souls and endlessly growing. Where did they come together to form this Thousand Veins Pond?
According to rumors, this Qianmai Pond was the result of a fierce battle between the Emperor and the Demon God.
The spiritual blood flows to the top of the mountain snow, and the fallen blood becomes a river, which turns into ice flames, nourishing billions of living beings for generations, and this pool has been created since then.
This pool is a symbol of the emperor's supreme merit and the glorious scenery of her victory over demons and gods.
Because of this, the He Yu young man from the Demon Immortal Clan was even more angry about this.
He frowned sternly, and while questioning, his voice did not lose the humility and respect for such a superior person.
"Your kindness is the supreme gift. We, the demons and immortals, should be grateful for it, but what kind of kindness is it if it is forcibly imposed on a person?
Even though Jun Shang's precious blood can greatly cleanse the muscles and marrow and enhance spiritual power, the poison of a thousand cuts is unbearable even for a figure like Jun Shang, and it needs to be suppressed by the power of Qianmai Pond.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The creatures in the pool are suffering from this poison, and the pain is unbearable. When the Taoist heart collapses, it is inevitable that the heart of suicide will arise."
"Your Majesty is endowed with great wisdom. This is a blessing and a calamity. I think your Majesty must know it in your heart."
The female immortal attendant was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by the cold-eyed Junhuang Chenghuang who raised his hand. He looked at the Heyu young man intently, sneered and said:
"You don't have to hit me with such words. What you say right now is meaningless. As the head of the five immortals, Cang Nanyi, even though I am her husband, I have to listen to her words in this mountain.
Now that I have not vomited poisonous blood into this pool of water to harm those of your kind, why do you have to use harsh words again? Is this how Cang Nanyi treats me?"
The Heyu young man's face suddenly turned green and white.
What he really felt angry and unwilling to accept was not just the things of the same kind that poisoned him with blood.
The extraordinary spiritual power of this Qianmai Pond was transformed by the spiritual blood of the Goddess Empress. It is an important spiritual vein foundation that supports the immortality of Kunlun Jingxu.
No matter how powerful the poison is, it is the poison of the human world.
It's not worth the trouble of borrowing the power of Qianmai Pond to remove this poison.
He is the most powerful pharmacist in Kunlun Jingxu. He was able to forcefully extend the life of Shen Jibai, the crown prince of the Xianyin Kingdom, for so many years even when he was suffering from an incurable disease.
The poison of Thousand Cuts and Thousands of Cuts is not fatal, but the process is painful and fatal. The elixir he refined can dissolve the poison and dilute the pain caused by the Thousand Cuts and Thousands of Cuts Pill.
Even if he didn't need the Qianmai Pond, within six months, he was confident that he would be able to drive away all the poison in Junhuang Chenghuang's body.
It's just that the emperor returned to Kunlun Jingxu as if he were taking refuge. He couldn't bear any suffering and pain. His golden body was unwilling to bear the pain even if it was weakened by his elixir.
You must use the spiritual power of this Qianmai Pond to suppress the pain in your body to a minimum.
But despite his natural divine body, the toxicity of the Thousand Cutting Pills has invaded his bones and blood. If he wants to use spiritual power to weaken the pain of Ling Chi in his bones, the spiritual power required is extremely huge.
It took a full six months to remove the poison, but Junhuang Chenghuang was unwilling to endure any pain, so he spent a full six months in the Qianmai Pond.
In six months, most of the spiritual liquid was directly sucked out, which means that the weak and young creatures born in the mountain will soon be suffocated by the lack of spiritual power in the spiritual veins downstream that cannot be supplied by spiritual power.
And the gods transformed from the thousand spiritual veins of Kunlun Jingxu will also fall into an unbearable period of weakness and cold winter.
Regarding all this, as the empress of Kunlun God, she will naturally not sit idly by and ignore it.
This also means that she has to draw out the fairy marrow blood in her body to nourish all living creatures.
How can such a pain of severing the marrow and peeling off the tendons be comparable to this small punishment of being cut into pieces with a thousand knives.
This Heyu young man can be regarded as an old man in the mountains. He knows the reason why Kunlun is willing to be involved in the Six Paths.
Although 80% of it is because of respecting the father's last wish, and 20% of it is because she is the master of the Hundred Thousand Rootless Mountains, the empress does need the Divine Source of Water to cover the mountains and moisten all things.
But what do you think, His Majesty is so incompetent that he is unable to refine the Sishui Divine Source left behind by his father, and still needs the Empress to spend the Divine Source to help him refine it and ascend to the position of Immortal.
Maybe everything he got was too easy, and the emperor took advantage of the shortage without knowing how to cherish it. All the creatures in Kunlun Pure Ruins did not receive the nourishment and nourishment of his Water God Source for too long, and they were taken away by him when he played with women.
After that, he showed no repentance and stumbled into the same pit again, losing even the sacred Hanyu Pond in Kunlun Jingxu.
The young people in Heyu didn't know what kind of blessing their Kunlun Jingxu brought to them by inviting such a great god into the mountain.
Apart from causing trouble to the empress, what else can he do?
Perhaps the angry and unwilling look in the Heyu young man's eyes at this moment was too straightforward, so straightforward that the emperor took advantage of the opportunity to see all the emotions contained in his eyes.
Chenghuang was suddenly furious, and he slapped his hand hard on the stone platform beside the pool: "How presumptuous! What's the look in your eyes?!"
I am the Goddess of Kunlun, and half of the mountains and lands of Kunlun belong to me.
I extracted some of my own spiritual veins for use, and I still need your little medicine cultivator to give me some pointers?!
Cangnan Yi doesn’t even dare to accuse me of my faults, so what’s your position to cause trouble again?”
The young man took a deep breath, not daring to argue head-on with such a big man. He could only suppress the rolling emotions in his heart and whispered in a respectful and polite voice:
"Your Majesty, who was born with a spiritual body, is able to microscopically view the world and move back to the mountains and rivers because he knows that it is not easy for the supreme spirit of heaven and earth to be born.
This Qianmai Pond is even more difficult. If you are too extravagant and wasteful, if you use all the water to catch fish, you will be counterattacked by the laws of nature.
I just hope that your Majesty will think twice before taking any action."
Junhuang Chenghuang sneered coldly: "So you are blaming me for being extravagant and abusing your Kunlun spiritual power?"
"Your Majesty, don't you dare?!"
Junhuang Chenghuang continued to sneer: "You say you don't dare, but that's exactly what you are thinking in your heart!"
He raised his body, looked down at the young pharmacist He Yu who was kneeling on the ground, and said lightly: "You feel that I am dragging down your divine master, abusing her resources, being aggrieved on her behalf, and unwilling to accept her injustice.
But how do you know that as the husband of Kunlun and the orthodox emperor of the God Clan, if I didn’t care about the relationship between husband and wife, how could I build the True Immortal Sect for her and save those who have never been able to live in this life?
Fairies who might give birth to fairy bones?
It is true that I lost to Han Yuchi, but can the immortal bones tempered by blindly relying on external forces without knowing how to cultivate the mind really change the differences and prejudices against monsters in the world?
You see, without my True Immortal Religion, and with your Divine Lord’s character of being unworldly and unconquerable, how could the subjects under her control have the ambition to become a qingyun? Without a bone-chilling chill, how could the fragrance of plum blossoms hit their nostrils?
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Without my guidance to protect the way, how could the immortal people in the mountains make everyone aspire to become guardians of the environment, shoulder the responsibility of the demon immortal, and set an example for the common people?"
Junhuang Chenghuang put away his angry and angry expression, and looked sad and heartbroken.
"You only see the demanding side of me, but you don't see the giving side of me. Most of the spiritual power lost in Qianmai Pond can be easily made up by the flip of a hand in Cangnan Yi."
"But there are countless demon immortals hiding demon bones in the mountains, and their future fates are all shouldered by me alone. I dare not harm my body and mind.
Your Divine Lord has not thought so deeply about you, but I... really care about each and every one of the immortal people of Kunlun."
After hearing these words, the Heyu young man was greatly shocked. He looked at Junhuang Chenghuang in front of him in disbelief, and felt as if his heart was being hit hard.
Over the years, the boundless darkness caused by the prejudice of the heaven and the unfair fate of the demon clan has burst into light and brightness because of the sonorous and powerful speech of Junhuang Chenghuang.
The young man from Heyu had a lump in his throat and felt a little at a loss: "I... I don't know that your Majesty is... so far-sighted in your treatment of me, Kunlun."
Junhuang Chenghuang smiled faintly, raised his hand and touched his head in the air.
There was a hint of melancholy in his voice: "I didn't want to say more, but people misunderstood me..."