Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Asura Road, Double Iron Wheel Mountain.

The wind outside the Yanmo Palace was sullen and windy, and Chu He sat on the magic Daohua watch carved out of a black giant stone, staring at the direction of the outer world beyond the distant mountain.

He was dressed in other people's circles, black shirt, jeans, cuffs were wrapped around his elbows, his hair had been cut short, and a beautiful and quiet profile appeared in the wind.

He cut his hair with a dagger when he first came to the Devil Realm a few days ago. The original intention was to cut off the curly hair ends that were obstructive, but the short hair ends were naturally curled up again, and the hair was cut completely. A lot of trouble.

Originally, the law of heaven and Dao cannot be changed at will, but most of him now has fallen into a demon, so it does not matter.

Not far away, the sea of ​​blood was smoky with red smoke, and several ghostly asuras dragged the body bags and crawled out of the shoal wetly.

The body bags they use can be large or small, and can hold up to tens of thousands of human bones. The time when Fan Luo was almost sealed by Zhou Hui, he had brought him to the four evil ways. At that time, he was to avoid Zhou Hui’s tracing, but he accidentally saw the opened body bag in the Yan Mo Palace. Tens of thousands of hands and feet were entangled in it. The unremarkable corpse made him walk away on the spot, and he never wanted to step on Ashura again.

Mozun told him that different body bags have the effect of refining different corpses, and the fundamental purpose is to refining the collected human corpses into low-level **** demons for the Asura tribe to drive. Whenever there is a war in the human world, the ghost-like Asura will collect tens of millions of corpses. If there is no continuous **** demon to drive, Asura can't fight against the number of heavenly tribes far exceeding his own.

Chu He looked blankly at the huge corpse bag that was dragged out of the water. Judging from the size and the traces left on the beach, there should be at least a hundred corpses inside.

The ghostly asuras dragged the body bags and circled through the beach and the rugged mountain road until they reached the magnificent dark crystal avenue outside the palace of the magic palace. The smell of hundreds of corpses wrapped in a bag is indescribable. The ghostly Asura left wet and heavy footprints on the crystal ground, and finally dragged the corpse to the broad steps under the watch, turned and dragged it to the sea of ​​blood. A bag.

Chu He sat on the Huabiao, staring at the cloth bag with black and red blood swollen under his feet. After a moment, he reached out and grabbed a jumping red flame from the void, and flicked it gently.

The flame fell on the bag, and then "Boom!" A brilliant fire broke out, instantly burning the whole bag and hundreds of corpses inside to ashes!

"You!" Ghostly Asuras Huo Ran turned around: "What are you doing!"

Chu He said lightly: "It's bad."

"That's what the Lord Deity needs!" Ghostly Asura rushed to Huabiao and said sharply, "Where did you come from, you ignorant man—"

Asura turned into a shadow in the air, like a ghost, and instantly came to the front. However, Chuhe's eyes turned to them in the next second, and his expression was indifferent. He maintained his posture with one hand clenching his fist against his jaw, and opened his mouth gently to spur a golden fire.

--boom!

The golden fire turned into a flying soaring bird, the wings were burning, and the astronauts rolled all the asuras into it!

Chu He lazily jumped off the Huabiao and almost made no sound when he landed on the crystal ground. Then he turned and walked up to the huge and graceful steps of Duojiao.

Behind him, the flames of bone burning crackled and exploded, and the screams disappeared almost immediately.

The architectural style of Yanmo King's Palace is actually similar to Heavenly Dao. It is a giant palace surrounding a city. However, the building material is not so much as the positive gems such as golden jade glass, but mainly the negative crystal, egg blue, and moonstone. The palace wall is made of countless pieces of fluorescein gemstones that are one foot long and one half wide, and about half a thick. They are stacked high until you need to raise your head to see the top. Every time you pass through a room, you have to take half a tea kung fu.

In Yanmo Palace, there are tens of thousands of such rooms.

Among the four evil roads, the hungry ghosts and the animal roads are barren and arduous. The **** road is almost undeveloped. Only Ashura Road is rich enough to be comparable to the 33rd Heaven. It is said that in the most prosperous period of Asura, the whole earth is full of gold, the trees are crystals, and the fruits are colorful and brilliant gems; even the hazy sky is composed of a piece of moonstone that can't be seen.

And the continuous expedition of Heavenly Dao for thousands of years has greatly reduced the wealth of the Asura tribe, and now almost nothing is left.

The Chu River continues to pass through blocks of rooms, some of them are Jiuji meat trees, some animals have huge hill-like **** demons, and in some corners of the room come the sound of giggling haha, a group of Asura girls are exile from a few people The man cheers.

Chu He lowered his eyelashes, and his face was indifferent, pale, and beautiful in the light and shadow.

Asura girl stretched out her white arm with a charming smile to pull him, but as soon as her nails touched the corner of her garment, she was screamed by the phoenix lingering around him in the void, and shrank back with lightning.

Chu He did not take a glance, and finally walked through the deep corridor to the end of the terrace. He pushed open the copper door, a damp wind rushed in, and his hair lifted back instantly.

The demon turned his head, the black king robe with red stripes, his eyes looked like the emperor standing high above.

Chuhe stepped forward calmly, leaning on the fence to overlook the dense and endless army of four evils under the palace.

This demon army is led by the Asura tribe, with **** demons, big demons, and hundreds of billions of ghosts as the main force, almost concentrating the most powerful forces of the four evils. Above this army, the dead air condensed into black smoke, circling upward and straight into the sky dome, like a giant dragon between heaven and earth.

Mo Zunju stood facing his army under the high altitude, and looked at the Chu River beside him. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the scene at this time, and turned his eyes to the distance.

-Hell is not Zhoushan.

Six beings are the only straight way to the colorless sky.

"You killed someone outside?" Mozun asked suddenly.

"A few ghostly asuras," Chu He said, "they moved first."

The Yanmo Palace itself is the eighth consciousness of the Demon Lord, so he can perceive what happened just outside, and he also knows that Chu He used the real fire to overshoot the hundreds of corpses dragged out of the blood sea. But he didn’t mean any blame, and even the expression was very calm-maybe the fact that he stood side by side with the Phoenix King at the moment and glanced at his powerful army has strangely given him enough satisfaction and joy to let him deal with this I'm too lazy to investigate such trivial matters.

"Don't you like corpses?" Mozun asked only in chat.

Chu He did not answer.

"There is no way. The number of **** demons we need is far greater than the speed of natural generation, and we can only plunder resources from the human world. The Buddha has also turned into a monk to teach around the human world, and develop the believers with the power of all princes and warlords. Strengthen the power of heaven..."

Chu He interrupted him: "Those corpses were killed now?"

Mozun turned his head back and looked at Chu He, only to see that the latter turned his head slightly, his face was handsome, and he had no expression at all.

"Yes," said Mozun.

Chu He turned his head toward the promenade, but Mozun suddenly grasped his wrist with this love, how could he live in peace.

"I will destroy Heavenly Dao, destroy the Buddha's body, and make Asura the new master of the Six Dao. I will plunder more resources from the human world to strengthen the Four Evil Dao, and let the infinite death gas spread the human city into ruins, hundreds of billions. Li Gui is not allowed to be overborn, and the earth collapses into Asura's territory. Do you know why I want to tell you all this?"

"Because I need my strength," Chu He said lightly.

Mozun said, "No."

He moved closer to Chu River, and even the hot breath when he talked was almost close to his ear: "I didn't mean to ask for your opinion, I just told you my purpose, and then revealed the fact that you must follow me."

Chu He seemed to feel a little nonsense and tried to get away from his wrist and walked away, but failed. A moment later he finally gave up the deadlock and asked, "Why?"

"Because you have the will to surrender to the determined will in your nature, you have not abandoned the instinct of the young bird in the blood for thousands of years." Mozun raised the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile on his eyes at all: "Like Zhou Hui On the battlefield, severely cut off eleven phoenix bones, and then asked you to marry you, and you agreed; in the human world, you are found back and locked in the enchantment, sealing the nine qiaos and locking the spine, and you will naturally Obeyed..."

Chu He narrowed his eyes and twitched his hand, but was forcibly pulled to himself by Mozun:

"I used to think about impressing you, but it turns out that the weak set in the human world does not work. All you need is imprisonment, guarding and conquering. You will not even look at the weak when you face the weak..."

Chuhe's tone was sullen: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"I'm just elaborating on your attitude towards you in the future." Mozun Binbin said politely, but didn't relax with his finger strength: "One day we will step down the Mount Sumeru and stand on top of these six paths side by side...if you are now If I feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry, but I'm too anxious."

Mozun finally let go of his fingers a little bit, and Chu He suddenly pulled out his wrist, and he saw several obvious black filaments floating on his skin, which was a manifested magic breath.

——Mozun Fan Luo finally recovered his strength as the great Asura King. If Tian Dao did not choose Zhou Hui, only the individual combat power, now Tian Dao has no one to contend with Mo Zun.

Chu He rubbed his wrists, and his heart flashed a shadow that was hard to detect. His expression and even his eyes should not have changed, but Mozun seemed to understand his thoughts in a flash, and asked with a smile: "Isn't this the purpose that you have always sacrificed with my heart and blood? Now that the goal has been achieved, you should be happy. Yes indeed."

"I just want you to help me stop thunder," Chu He said plainly and frankly.

"Then I am full of my dignity now, any thunderstorm can be eliminated automatically, at least your safety is guaranteed." Mozun seemed to disregard his confession, saying: "I can do something for you, in fact, I also Very pleased."

This is Mozun's usual mode of thinking. Although Chu He can't understand it, he knows that some people do. They don't care about each other's feelings and feelings, they only emphasize their sovereignty, pay to each other in a self-contained way, and ask the other to return in return.

Just like a person who appreciates a flower, as long as the scenery at the moment when the flower blooms is good, the joy and sorrow of the plant itself is almost nothing.

——It looks a bit like Zhou Hui, but Chu He knows that Zhou Hui still has hope in his heart. It's just that Zhou Hui has developed unmatched patience and self-control in the long years. He can wait until the end, until the things he really hopes for are steady and voluntary.

Chu He lowered his eyes, and all emotions were hidden under the slender eyes like crow wings. He turned and walked to the promenade in the magic palace.

"Phoenix," Mozun said suddenly.

Chu He’s footsteps paused a bit, only listening to the voice of Mozun coming from behind: "After seven days I will go to the place where the human world and **** border to release the dead air, so that the Asura tribe will reap a lot of grievances-I hope you Come with me."

Chu He didn't look back, standing there for a long while I was unscrupulous. From the perspective of Mozun, you can see his straight back. Although his shoulders are not wide, there is a kind of solitary spirit that is hard to break. The black shirt wraps the line and tightens all the way until the thin waist and more down The part was deeply hidden in the trousers.

"I know," Chu He finally said after a moment, his voice was very flat: "I will go."

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At the same time, the blood sea.

The sea was rough and smoky, and countless monsters devoured and rotted the carrion, making noises of roar and impact.

Suddenly, a mountain-like undulating wave hits the sky, countless monsters startled, fled around, countless skeletons were fragmented and shattered in the blood-red waves, and the mountain was slammed again on the turbulent sea!

The figure of Maha appears in the blood of the sky, the long silver hair is splayed in the wind, and the glamorous face like a woman has a kind of ruthless evil in the background of the sea of ​​blood. There was a trace of him all over the body|Don’t hang, dived into the deep sea like a swimming fish at the moment when the wave was hit, and suddenly his head popped out of the shoal in a few seconds. Is gone.

Mahla lazily stood up, stepped on the boat with the bones connected end to end, stepped on the rock.

Galou Roto sat on the cliff protruding like a knife with his chin, a short beating, a blank expression, absent-mindedly looking at the shadows of several icebergs floating deep in the blood sea-that should be chaos. Because of its huge size, it basically went extinct in the Six Ways, and the only ones left were actually brought up in the deep sea by Maha.

"Hello," Maha walked in front of him, kicking Caluro's body crookedly: "Let let!"

"..." Galuro sat upright and moved his **** five centimeters to the side.

Galuro's serious injury was not completely healed. The strong thighs of the muscles were bandaged, and the wounds on the six abdominal muscles interlaced and oozed. Probably because he wasn't used to hell, he didn't sleep well these days, and he had a thick ash under his eyes, which looked as haggard as a seriously injured patient.

Looking at this seemingly Zhou Hui's face so embarrassed, Maha's mood is actually a bit of a pleasurable pleasure: "Can't stay in the sea of ​​blood? Or go back to the Yanmo Palace? Wasn't there a few Asura women who launched the Devil on that day? Dance to seduce you, you have the right to play with them, you should be able to fall asleep when you are tired, hahaha—"

"..."Galoro said, "Not interested."

"Don’t let your boss look silly and force your younger brothers. They eat you this type. It is said that Zhou Hui’s personal image was also very popular with Asura girls, but your kind of innocent and ascetic type should be able to provoke their conquest. Desire." Maha lifted one corner of her lips and looked up and down Gauror with no good intentions: "It is rare to come to the four evil ways, and you have opened your eyes. You should have nothing in the ghost place like Snow Mountain. Have you seen Zen before?"

Galuro didn't even want to say anything.

Maha tied the **** silver long hair with thin white fingers and shook his head while tweeting: "You are so pitiful, you are stupid when you read Buddha. But since you have studied the scriptures carefully, then you know that Shitian begs to marry countless Asura girls What is the allusion of concubine? So if you want to become a Buddha, you must marry an Asura girl, otherwise it would be useless to read another 20,000 years of experience-go, brother supports you spiritually, here even prepares the ceremony for you All right……"

Maha grabbed the air in his hand, and a colorful giant sea snake appeared wet in his hand, frightened and fizzed, his tail snapped, and he slammed Gauluo's face.

"..." Galuro wiped his face and finally reached the limit.

He reached out and pulled out a wrinkled white robe from under his ass, and handed it to the front of Maha's nose: "Will you put on your clothes and talk again?"

There was almost no sense to wear clothes in the blood sea Maha, he was too comfortable to vacuum. However, Galuro's expression was extremely unbearable. After a while, Maha finally snorted lazily, and hung the sea snake to his brother's neck, took the robe and wrapped his naked body, and kicked Galuro again. Open, sitting proudly on the cliff.