Pure text online reading domain name of this website
For synchronized reading on your mobile phone, please visit
(Happy Laba ^_^, three updates today)
How can a person who can go in and out of the sun be hungry at will? It is more appropriate to say that he is greedy. If he is not a monster like the Three Corpses, there are indeed some masters who practice Qimen, but they can't put aside the desire to talk and eat.
Not to relieve satiety, but to appreciate the sweetness and deliciousness of worldly delicacies.
Lie Xiaoer had food on him, and there was quite a lot of it, so he immediately started the banquet without saying anything... After half an hour, Lie Xiaoer's eyes gradually widened: Young people are not ordinary people who can eat.
While he was eating, a series of powerful auras suddenly bloomed from the sky, and the next moment several figures appeared in the center of the scorching sun one after another.
Six people.
A smiling, one-armed fat man with a big belly and sinister features. He looks like he weighs almost 300 kilograms, but it makes no sense. He gives the impression that he is like a fish bubble full of air. He is fat but will be blown away by the wind at any time;
Standing side by side next to the fat man was a cold-faced man who was less than thirty years old, with handsome but cold features, and a black sword on his back.
The two men were dressed the same as the young man who arrived first, wearing cuttlefish robes and embroidered spring knives hung at their waists.
For them, the Xiuchun Knife is no longer a weapon, but a 'habit'. This outfit and this knife were once the meaning that they always adhere to through life and death, although today these 'meanings' are no longer important.
But the habit will remain forever, and the passion and violence in the mortal life are worth commemorating with a useless life.
There were two people behind them, a dwarf with a natural smile, holding a little baby with splayed eyebrows, an upturned nose and thin lips. The dwarf had a majestic look when he looked around. He had obviously been in a high position, but the little baby in his arms was not majestic.
Well, even if Lie Xiaoer didn't know the art of physiognomy, he could tell at a glance that this child's destiny was declining, and it was a miracle that he was still alive.
The last two people were an old man with a big money spot on his face and a stooped figure. He looked timid and did not dare to look at anyone;
The other is a monster. It has a big round head, and under the head are layers of bones. Those bones are obviously controlled by the magic of Sumeru mustard seeds. If you let go of the magic and unfold all the bones, I'm afraid they won't be one piece.
The sea of bones in the sky!
The one-armed fat man was not polite at all. He sat down and ate with a smile. At the same time, he asked the young man who arrived first: "Third brother, why did you summon us? Why are you delaying here?"
"Only after I left the customs did I realize that Xikengyin had come to see me many times, and something was probably going on. Also, on the way here, I happened to meet Dongtian Taoist Taiyi and Taibai Erxian. After chatting for a few words, I realized that Taoist Master really valued Su Jing.
If you're curious, come and take a look first." The third child was so busy eating that he couldn't speak clearly.
The old ghost with money spots on his face and dressed as a servant smiled and interrupted: "Su Jing is indeed a good boy."
'Lao San' smiled and said: "Yes, thirteen hundred years ago, Jia Tian asked me for help and asked me to take care of Su Jing. After the old uncle came back, he told me several times that this child is good, and Taoist respects him...
I can’t help but be curious.”
The one-armed fat man was also a little curious: "Young genius, shall we give him a good beating?"
The third child smiled: "Just meet him, no fight." He was just curious and wanted to meet him, so he brought up the little devil's interest in taking action? Su Jing was not worthy yet.
"Another pile of Xikengyin's big boss came to welcome Immortal Lie to pay homage to the Little Demon Lord!" Lie Xiaoer shouted as he was about to pay homage: "See you again Master Liu, see Master Qu, see you..."
As for Little Demon Lord, Lie Xiaoer only heard his name but never saw him. Little Demon Lord came alone, and Brother Xiaoer couldn't recognize him for a while. But all the strong men around him came, and all of them clicked into the legend.
What's more, when Su Jing sent the Qiankun fetus back to the Middle Earth, Lie followed him and saw the old uncle's cool breeze.
Recognizing the person at this moment, Lie Xiaoer was surprised and happy.
The first young man named Liang who arrived was Little Demon Lord, the other two immortals wearing cuttlefish robes were his sworn brothers, the fat man was Liu LaoDa, and the one who carried a black sword and never spoke was Qu LaoEr. The other four
, the little devil's deputy Tian Xixiao, the little devil's adopted son Xiaodiao. The little devil's loyal servant Cool Breeze, the little devil's friend the monster Futu.
Each of them... is a legend.
The little devil laughed. He waved his hand and a breeze swept through him. Not only did he stop Lie Xiaoer from bowing down, but he also lifted him directly to the seat next to him. He poured a glass of wine for him personally: "Let's eat together,
Just tell me about Su Jing's deeds."
He followed the little devil and took care of his companions to sit down and eat, but he immediately changed his mind: "Don't come to the pagoda, don't come!"
The pagoda is a monster that can eat up several worlds in one meal. When it is served, everyone will leave the table immediately.
The younger brother also has the honor of being the younger brother. It is a great honor for him to entertain such distinguished guests as the Little Demon Lord. He immediately cheered up and began to talk about Su Jing's deeds. Without saying a few words, the man with the unlucky look on his face was named
Xiaodiao’s child got a fishbone stuck in his throat...
The food that Lie brought with him was all extraordinary, including fish, but the exotic fairy beasts would not have thorns, unless they had extremely special mutations that would produce thorns.
The probability of that kind of fish growing thorns is much lower than the probability of a Silver Crow appearing among the Golden Crows.
No matter how small the possibility is, it is almost negligible, but it cannot compete with Xiaodiao's unlucky fate.
Having a fish bone stuck in his throat was nothing, but Xiao Diao rolled his eyes, looked pale, and looked like he was about to die.
Not one of the ten million fish may have thorns; among the ten million alien species that have thorns, only one fish's thorns will contain highly poisonous thorns. How can Xiaodiao's magic have the same reaction?
A group of people hurriedly started to save people. The eldest brother fed the second brother Ba Ci with the magic pill and the third brother gave him luck. Finally, he pulled Xiao Diao back from the ghost door. At this time, bursts of fragrant wind floated into the scorching sun, and a group of female relatives of the Little Demon Lord's family
Also arrived.
Chattering women.
The corpse collector's big sun suddenly became a lot more lively...
Su Jing was completely unaware of the arrival of the distinguished guest. All his spiritual power was resisting the heavy pressure of the tattered bag, and all his spiritual power was concentrated in his dream - that little bit of chaos.
Chaos is always shrinking. At this moment, it is extremely small and cannot be verified by the naked eye.
It is so small that even the Golden Crow Divine Eyes cannot identify its whereabouts. It can only be seen by relying on the connection between the dream and the owner's wisdom, and then using all the energy.
He didn't dare to slack off at all. This long practice, which spanned more than a thousand years, had now reached the most critical moment. Su Jing must not 'lose' the chaos.
In fact, we can no longer talk about "dare not" or "lazy". Devoting one's concentration means forgetting oneself and entering concentration. Su Jing's five senses have been sealed and his mind has been frozen. He even doesn't even know what his name is. The center of his eyes and brain are
In it, there is only a tiny bit of chaos.
He is waiting, waiting for the limit to come.
When you are fully immersed in it, every moment is stretched into an era, and thousands of years are just a short breath. Between illusion and reality, virtuality and reality, time becomes completely meaningless...
On the tenth day after their arrival, the Little Demon Lord and his party were chatting, laughing, and waiting. The Little Demon Lord suddenly raised his eyebrows. Almost at the same time, the eldest brother Liu Yi said hey, and the second brother Qu Qingshi narrowed his eyes slightly.
.
The next moment, silence.
The sun is actually a very 'noisy' place. Huge explosions occur all the time, and the roar that is ten thousand times louder than thunder never stops. Coupled with the roar of endless fire, people in the midst of it,
You can imagine the movement in your ears.
But now all the sounds have disappeared, and the scorching sun is deathly silent... because the fire has stopped.
Stopped, not extinguished. The sun is still bright, and the countless, thousands of miles of huge flames still exist, but all the fires no longer swing or jump, as if time has frozen, the sun has changed from a huge burning fireball.
It turned into a 'sculpture' that still had light and heat but no more movement.
Time did not stop, because Little Demon Lord, his party, and Lie Xiaoer could all move without any hindrance, but the sun was 'fixed' and became still.
Another moment, it suddenly snowed.
Without any reason or warning, heavy snow fell from the sky.
The sun is still and the flames are solidified, but the original light and heat of the golden wheel has not weakened at all. The place is still blazing and hot, but the snow is not affected by the flames at all. The goose-feather-like snow falls all over the world, and it is not necessarily any different than ordinary ones when it falls on you.
The wind and snow are even colder, but they don't melt when they fall on the flames.
In just a short cup of tea, the heavy snow covered all the huge mountains with flames, and the whole world was covered in silver.
If you look at it from the sky, what was once a fierce golden wheel is now a clear silver disk, indescribable beauty and brilliance...
"This is the moment." The little devil and his two brothers looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
"This is the moment!" As that flash of consciousness flashed in the spiritual stage, Su Jing's eyes that had lost their luster since the 'me in the dream' were swallowed up by chaos suddenly shone brightly!
That chaos has not dissipated, but has only shrunk infinitely, and it has always been under Su Jing's supervision; that chaos is a half-real dream, and it has always existed, so this dream has always been there, and Su Jing has never really woken up.
When the sky goes back and forth, it is natural, and chaos circulates endlessly; when the sky goes back and forth, the extremes of things must reverse. When the world goes from extreme prosperity to decline, chaos will quietly take root and sprout; when chaos shrinks to infinitesimal size and can no longer shrink, the world will sprout again.
After practicing hard and persevering for a long time, all he wanted was this moment. Su Jing, in the bag of tatters, shouted loudly: "Broken!"
In the ears, in the heart, in the mind, in the ancestral Qiao Ling Platform, a shout of "Bro" was like the founding thunder of the world, making an endless sensation!
In addition to the real self, there is also the 'me in the dream'! This roar of the word 'break' also blooms in the infinitesimal chaos!
‘In the dream I’ was annihilated by chaos? Yes, but it’s too absolute. Let’s put it another way: In the dream, I merged with the dream. In the dream, I did not really disappear, but merged into chaos.
Only when you enter chaos can you gain chaos.
Just with this loud roar, the dream that had almost disappeared suddenly bloomed! The dream came back, but it was no longer the same as before... Three thousand colors of light, three thousand sounds of thunder, destroying everything but full of content.
The fire of vitality, the wind that kills all living beings but protects all living beings, the dream at this moment.
A chaotic and broken new life, a chaos of sound, light, wind and fire, a brand new dream, a dream that cannot be described in words, expands crazily and explodes.
In just an instant, the chaotic light condensed into shape, the thunder and fire shaped into reality, and the wind swept through like a knife and quickly washed away the impurities, and the new dream completely transformed: himself. (To be continued)