When I woke up again, I lay on a stream.

The stream is gurgling, the grass is lush underneath, and red leaves are gone with the flowing water.

My eyes moved forward along the flowing water and I found a clear pond. There was a beauty bathing in the pool water, giving me a white porcelain back.

The woman's long hair and waist were all wet by the stream. The mist rose, and her graceful woman's body appeared and disappeared.

When I first woke up, I should have thought about where I was or why I was not dead, but now all my thoughts are attracted by this ** woman.

The reeds are green and the white dew turns into frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.

The poem from the Book of Songs emerged in my mind, and I felt that my soul was hooked by the woman, and my eyes would not move.

The water in the pond is as clear as the waist, but it is clear.

The blue waves are faint, and the naked back is particularly dazzling, with a natural sexy feeling. It is charming but not charming, and gorgeous but not vulgar.

With a perfect figure, a slender waist and a slim and not fully grasped, it just became amazingly plump when it reached its hip position.

The two round legs are tight and seductive, and every inch reveals the amazing beauty of a female body.

When she turned around, I was shocked before I could panic.

I never thought there would be such a beautiful woman in the world with an unspeakable face.

This situation was only once when I saw Viagra appearing from the Yellow River in Xiaba Village, but she was different from Viagra.

Although Feng Huan is also very beautiful, she has the indifference of keeping people from thousands of miles away in her bones, but the woman in front of her clearly wants to seduce all the souls of people.

The cheeks are condensed with fresh lychees, the nose is greasy, gentle and silent, and it is so nice to see.

"You're awake." Yiren opened her mouth crisply, like an oriole singing in the valley.

"Yeah." I nodded softly and quickly turned around.

By the time I turned around, Yiren had already put on her clothes.

She was wearing a black dress in ink, wide sleeves, and a narrow waist, looking like a dream.

I finally woke up. I first pinched my thighs with my hands, and the corners of my mouth twitched in pain, and then I realized that this was not a dream.

Since it is not a dream, then the question arises, why am I not dead?

Thinking of this, I use the consciousness to perceive the existence of the entrance hall.

The vast world of the entrance hall is no longer there, but the depths of my sea of ​​consciousness is not a piece of nothingness, but it returns to the state where I opened the entrance hall.

The world is hazy and in chaos.

If you feel carefully, there is nothing in this chaos, and the dark and cold soul-summoning banner can be vaguely visible.

The soul-summoning banner did not fly away with the collapse of the entrance hall, which surprised me. I had already instructed the Emperor of Beiyin to hand it over to Fenghuan. The soul-summoning banner had the will of heroes who died in battle, and the Emperor of Beiyin could use the Netherworld Eye to detect its movements.

In addition to the soul-summoning banner, I also felt two familiar existences from the chaos.

The moonlight and the breeze are all there.

The bright moon always stays with me, and the breeze travels freely.

I never expected that the three most important things in my porch are still in my sea of ​​consciousness, and my porch is not as if it is completely broken, but it just returns to its original state.

The entrance hall is the product of the sympathy between heaven and man. Even the alien way of practicing Ali has its own entrance hall.

There are Taoist priests, gods, people from the underworld, demons, Ali, and wizards.

The sympathy between heaven and man was the main way for humans to communicate with nature as early as the age of wizards. The entrance hall exists when a person is born, but most people cannot open it up. It is like a seed, but not all seeds can germinate, take root, and bear fruit.

I was not happy for too long and started to be depressed again. The seeds of the entrance are still there. In the future, I may open it into a world again, but my heart is still empty.

I can't hold anyone in my crow's heart, and all my memories have become the smoke and clouds of the past.

I can remember everything that happened since I was a child, but from the perspective of a bystander.

The beauty stood beside me without saying anything, letting me be confused by my thoughts.

"Care is not intent to live, what will happen if a person is not intent?" I asked her this sentence after coming back from my thoughts.

After asking, I began to regret and became nervous.

Bigan was the prophecy of death that was exchanged for this sentence, and I was afraid that I would be the same as him.

"Come with me."

She didn't answer me, she just asked me to follow her.

I remember that I fell from the Blood Refining Abyss, but the current environment has nothing to do with the blood and energy that the Blood Refining Abyss soars into the sky.

The white clouds are floating, the valley is floating, the poetic and picturesque, the birds are singing and the fragrance of flowers.

As I walked, Yiren took me on a path leading to the top of the mountain. The path was winding and twisted, and the sides were covered with orchids.

When I walked halfway up the mountain, I saw a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

The Taoist temple covers a small area and is built by rocks and blends into the scenery of the mountains. At this time, it was dusk, and the Taoist temple was reflected by the afterglow of the sunset, and it looked particularly vast.

When I reached the top of the mountain, Yiren took me to the door of the Taoist temple and pushed it in.

It is said to be a Taoist temple, but there is only one gate, one courtyard and one hall.

I followed her into the hall. There were no statues of gods in the hall, only a portrait was hung in the hall.

The portrait depicts a man's back, wearing a dark Taoist robe.

It is the ancestor of the devil!

I once saw the portrait of the Demonic Patriarch in the sacrifice temple of the Dongyi tribe, but I didn't expect to see his portrait again here.

This means he has been here.

"What the hell is this place?" I asked.

"The entrance left by the demon god after his death."

"Which devil?"

"The master of a hundred thousand mountains."

"Aren't his entrance shattered by the Heavenly Dao himself?"

"This is not a complete entrance, but a broken corner."

After saying this, Yiren reached out and pulled off the portrait of the Demonic Patriarch, and a stone door was exposed behind the portrait.

The stone gate leads to the ground, and the more you go down, the more magic you become.

No wonder I couldn't sense any magical intention outside. It turned out that all the magical intentions were sealed into the mountain belly by the portrait of the ancestor of the Demonic Taoism.

I don’t know how long I walked, but finally we came to the door of a mysterious hall. At this time, the magical intention was already strong and could not be dissolved.

Seeing Yiren reaching out to push the hall door, I couldn't help but shout, "Don't open it."

I could sense that all the magical intent was emitted from the hall, and if I guessed correctly this hall, it should be the legendary Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

When Baili Chunqiu jumped out of the crack of the blood-refining abyss, he must have come to the devil's enchantment like me. At that time, the Demon Patriarch had not been here, and the Ten Thousand Demons Palace had not been sealed by him.

"There are things you need inside." After saying that, Yiren stretched out his hand and pushed open the palace door.

As soon as the palace gate opened, demonic intentions surged out wildly. Evil and frenzied breath spread everywhere.

But for some reason, I was not affected at all.

Soon I figured it out that the demon is born from the heart, and I am a hollow person, so no matter how strong the demon is, it will not work for me.

The hall is dark and dark, and rows of statues can be seen vaguely standing on both sides.

In the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, the statues depict the Ten Thousand Demons. All of them are hideous and ugly, which makes people terrify.

I followed Yiren and as I walked, I saw a vacant on the right, as if there was a golem missing.

"There are fewer people, the Gu demon." Yiren said softly.

"Gu Demons? Are these not statues, but real demons?" I asked.

"Yes. I advise you not to stare into their eyes. If they choose, they will unseal your body."

As soon as she said, I quickly moved my eyes away from the statues on both sides.

"Well, I forgot, they won't choose you."

I didn't understand what she meant, and wanted to ask, but found that she had turned around and continued to move forward.

At the end of the hall there is an altar, with faint demonic flames burning around the altar, which is also the only light source in the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

A mysterious bronze coffin is enshrined on the altar, which looks particularly familiar.

"Soul-Suppressing Coffin?" I asked in surprise.

Yiren did not reply to my words, but knelt down devoutly under the altar and recited a mysterious and long spell.

She was not pronounced as human language, but the syllables were weird.

With her spell, the demonic flames around the altar burned more and more intensely. They were originally only one foot high, but now they have expanded to one foot.

Not only did the demon flames change, but the atmosphere in the hall also changed.

I felt countless pairs of evil eyes peeking at me from behind, or cursing me from behind, reminding me of the demon's demon's demon's demon's demon's demon.

The demons cursed not only me, but also the Yiren in front of me. I saw her body trembling slightly, as if she was enduring great pain.

...

The magical intention became more intense and more gloomy.

In the quiet hall, the sound of the mantra chanting echoed.

Finally, Yiren finished reciting the last syllable of the spell and opened her mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of blood that had been suppressed for a long time.

A heavy friction sounded from the altar, and the soul-suppressing coffin was removed, and something slowly flew out from it, floating in the air.
Chapter completed!