Repugnant Gateway

Xu Meidai looked down at the jade bottle spirit, with some pity in her eyes: "why did the Venerable keep you here, do you really not know?"

Ji Ling's face changed abruptly, and this sentence seemed to be the one that hit his life door. His body trembled violently, his legs were weak, and he slumped to the ground. He looked up at Xu Meidai, his lips trembling and asked, "You know?"

"I know, and the Lord also knows."

Xu Meidai said flatly: "Go back to the Yujing bottle and stop thinking about it. Even if you get the flesh, she is no longer there. The feelings you long for will eventually make you more painful."

"Don't you say that His Holiness thinks that people have seven emotions and six desires to be real people? The Buddhists emphasize how good and ruthless, what is the difference from the wooden people?"

"But you are demanding."

Xu Meidai shook her head slightly: "It is selfish to force others to satisfy their desires."

Qi Lingqi raised his head fiercely: "I have to fight for it anyway. It is now that I still have a way back? Since you are not willing to help me find a flesh, I will choose one of you. Even though You have His Holiness, and I will not be afraid of you! "

He had just stood up and was about to start his hand. When Xu Meidai lifted her fingers up like a flower, and turned her wrist, the Yujing bottle suddenly flew and fell into her hand. At this moment, she sat cross-legged on the lotus platform, with the holy light shining behind her, and the Yujing bottle sparkled in her palm.

"Yujing Bottle is not yours after all, but the Venerable."

Xu Meidai looked at Qi Ling and said, "The reason why I persuade you is that I don't want to see you disappear. You return to the Yujing bottle, and the Yujing bottle is your small world. If you don't go back, you don't have to go back. Jade. I will temporarily accept the Jing bottle. When the Venerate created the Peacock Ming Palace, he left the mind of how to control the Yu Jing bottle. Each generation of the Peacock Ming King passed from mouth to mouth. When the Master handed me the Ming King heritage, I said, I have never understood the opportunity of His Holiness. Now I understand. "

She held the Yujing bottle in one hand, and the other hand flexed her fingers: "Broken!"

As soon as the word was exported, Qi Ling's face changed. He screamed and flew back backwards, hitting **** the wall, even the wall shattered. Faintly, they argued that they saw a faint purple light connected to the jade bottle in the heart and mouth of the device spirit, looming. And Xu Meidai chopped off the purple thread with a flick, and the body of Qiling became instantly faint.

"There is Yujing bottle first, then you. There is Venerable first, then Yujing bottle."

Xu Meidai sighed: "You have never understood this cause and effect ... You were created by Venerable, but you thought you gave it to Venerable. Today I will take back the Jade Bottle and punish you in the name of Venerable. "

She turned the palm of her hand and pushed outward toward the void of Qiling. The voice of Qiling screamed, and her body burst into a golden light.

"I'm not convinced!"

These are the last three words that Qi Ling left in the world, the last trace of anger. When the Qiling disappeared, the light on the Yujing bottle rose. Xu Meidai burst her fingertips and a drop of blood dropped into the Yujing bottle. After a while, white smoke came out of the Yujing bottle, Tingting curled up. Xu Meidai looked down at the Yujing bottle, but there was also a slight tension in her eyes. She has not always believed in a causal cycle, even if she has inherited the Ming Dynasty. But now, she believes a little.

If it wasn't already destined, how could she get the inheritance of the Ming King, and how could she get the Venerable Throne. All this seems to have been arranged by God.

The jade bottle was white and airy, and a burst of green light flew out of it. Then Xu Meidai was surprised to find that there was a green willow branch in the jade bottle that extended out little by little, hanging outside the jade bottle. . Each leaf looks so pleasing, as if it can bring comfort from body to heart. When I saw the willow branch, I felt a sense of relaxation and security.

Xu Meidai looked at the jade bottle in his hand, his eyes were shocked.

She gently shook the Yujing bottle and felt the sound of water in it.

"I know how to use the Yujing bottle, but I am not sure."

Xu Meidai looked to Anzheng: "If you believe me, let me rescue your two friends. In fact, this willow branch is the soul of the jade bottle, that is, the spirit. The jade bottle without the willow branch cannot save people. I used to worry that I had n’t done enough, and now I seem to have succeeded in more than half of it. ”

An Zheng nodded: "Believe."

The three people left the alchemy room and returned to the bamboo building. At this time, a lot of people had gathered outside the bamboo building. Everyone who went back and looked forward to looking for the secret treasure. But there were too many people who had such thoughts. After returning, a group of people entered the Zizhu Forest to enclose the bamboo tower. Fortunately, Ling Tianjing blocked it, otherwise they would have been killed.

Seeing Anzheng coming out of them, Ke Yun's face finally looked better. Her haggard face, her hands clinging to Ling Tianjing, it seemed that the power of cultivation was almost exhausted. Not only she, but several women also slumped on the ground, looking very weak.

"finally come."

But Yun glanced at An Zheng, and his body fell down. Anzheng's body flashed to her and hugged her, looking down at her: "You are working hard, now change me. Take Ling Tianjing away, I will go out."

But Yun yelled, Ling Tianjing waved to her original size and flew to her. An Zheng put down Ke Yun and looked back at Xu Meidai: "Save them rely on you, I will go out to cope."

Xu Meidai nodded: "Okay."

An Zheng pushed the bamboo door and went out, and the crowd outside was suddenly quiet. He stood at the door of the bamboo building and glanced down, and then the black crowd crushed the crowd and no one dared to speak again. He just glanced at it, and most people dared not even raise their heads.

"Do you think I'm dead?"

An Zheng asked coldly, and some people began to flinch from the crowd. Before long, it was only a long time before an Anzheng killed a quartet outside the Zizhu Forest, many people remembered it. He rushed and killed unstoppable among many masters. That is the strong man above the small sky realm, and what about them? A group of rabble, before the siege, did not see Anzheng thought that Anzheng was dead or gone, so he had the courage to shout.

"From now on, you count yourself to one hundred. Within one hundred, you are gone. I don't care. Anyone I see in my eyes within one hundred will definitely kill. Now start counting. , I'm waiting for you. "

An Zheng took a chair and sat down at the door, took a pot of wine from the space implement and took a sip.

"Don't believe him, he is the end of a crossbow!"

Someone shouted in the crowd: "He was seriously injured in that battle just now, and he can't move anymore!"

"Yes, if he really can fight, would he let us count one hundred? He is just bluffing, and don't be fooled by him. There must be secrets in this place, otherwise why would he refuse to leave.

"He has only one person, we have thousands of people, even if he is even more powerful, he can kill thousands of people?"

"As long as everyone is twisted into a rope, let alone him, even Daxi Shenghuang Chen Chennuo will do the same!"

Many people followed, but no one dared to stand up first. An Zheng glanced at the person who was speaking, reached out and grabbed the void, and that person was caught by An Zheng from the crowd. The practitioner did not know how he flew over, and was close to An Zheng. Looking at the killing **** at such a close distance, he instantly softened his legs.

"Since you think I can't fight, I will ask you to be a witness."

He pointed to his side: "Standing here, it's up to you to start counting to one hundred. Make it louder and let them all hear."

"I ... why should I listen to you. I ... I don't count."

An Zheng's finger was snapped, and with a puff, a blood hole was shot through the shoulder of the man, and a burst of blood shot like an arrow. The man screamed and knelt down subconsciously: "I count, I count ... Grand Master, do you count faster or slower."

"As you like, count it."

An Zheng closed his eyes and leaned on the chair as if he was about to fall asleep. The practitioner did not dare to neglect, and began to count with a bang. From the beginning, a large number of practitioners ran out and did not dare to wait behind. When the first person started running, this scene could not be controlled. No matter how others instigated, the fear of death still **** the desire to win the treasure. The crowd behind moved first, rushing out like a low tide.

By the time it was thirty, the crowd had receded far away. By the time it was eighty, there were very few people left. Some people do not believe in Anzheng and insist that he is bluffing. They spontaneously gathered about three or five hundred people, far worse than before. When counting to ninety, some of the remaining people could not bear the huge psychological pressure, but still turned around and ran away.

At the moment when it counted to ninety-nine, half of the remaining people suddenly collapsed and turned around and ran out crazy. At this time, the remaining people, that is, more than a hundred people, were still standing there, their faces pale.

hundred!

The practitioner finally counted a hundred, and the blood that had flowed from his shoulders had stained half of his body. He shivered and looked back to Anzheng to ask what the uncle still needs me to do, but found that Anzheng was actually asleep and still screaming softly. Hearing his words, An Zheng opened his eyes: "End of counting?"

"Count ... it's over."

"Oh, then you go."

An Zheng stretched his waist and stood up, looked at the remaining 100 people below: "It's less than I expected, it seems that there are not many courageous." He walked down from the bamboo building , Step by step, every step seems to step directly on the hearts of those people. The sound of footsteps is the thunder of their psychological defense. An Zheng went down, and the crowd began to retreat.

"Since I want to retire now, why should I stay?"

An Zheng walked under the bamboo tower, and the man who helped him count had already ran a few hundred meters away, and while running, he turned back and shouted, "Don't counsel, kill him!"

An Zheng shook his head and raised his finger. A few hundred meters away, a purple electricity hung down from the midair, directly bombarding that person into debris.

This time it seemed that the gate was opened, and the practitioners collapsed completely, some turned around and ran, and some were paralyzed.

"Late, I will give you a chance."

An Zheng said: "Courage is courage in the right place, and stupidity in the wrong place. I am in a good mood today and I found a way to save my two friends. So I am not going to kill you ..."

All of them were relieved.

"Just abolish your spiritual practice."

An contestant pushed down, and a thick cloud appeared above the heads of the people, followed by the thunder force.

In the room, Xu Meidai pulled the willow branch out of the Yujing bottle, and a drop of crystal clear water fell on Du's thin forehead, quickly blending into it. On the other side, the already saved Chen Shaobai looked at curiously, his mouth full of smiles.