Chapter 202 A Little Demon in the Demon World 1

"Mr. Minghu, can't you really remove the boundary? My Ma family doesn't need your world to worry about life or death. We just need to maintain our hearts, and our Ma family doesn't have much to do with your underworld. It seems that you don't need your world to pay so much attention to my Ma family, right? Don't you worry about being criticized? At this time, Grandma Yan had come to her senses and said firmly.

"Nonsident? Let me tell you a little secret. My emperor is recognized as the strongest in the six worlds. Who dares to blame my emperor? Who dares to blame what my underworld has done? Don't forget that even the birds in the fairyland worshipped by you have now become the souls under our sword. Minghu said domineeringly, as if the person it is talking about now is not Leng Ming but itself.

Seeing that Minghu said this, Yan Zupa was not "moved" by Minghu at all, but still said with a firm and disgust: "Mr. Minghu, this is a matter of your underworld. We are just mortals in the world. I still hope you can put your energy on your so-called fairy war. We don't need it. ."

And Minghu seemed to have guessed that Grandma Yan would say this. He picked up the two handsome eyebrows in his eyes and said, "I can't make the decision. If you have any problems, you can talk to the imperial concubine directly. I'm just a punished person, and the order I accepted is just to protect you. The little girl from the Ma family, as for you? It's just that I did it easy for me."

Where is Huaying? I told her." Although Ma Xiaoxiao knows that she is against Yue Huaying, she still cares about everything about Yue Huaying and the responsibilities of her Ma family. This is the entangled thoughts in Ma Xiaoxiao's heart at this moment.

"The imperial concubine is fighting with those sanctimonies in the fairyland at this moment. If you want to ask, maybe it should be after the war when you want to see the imperial concubine. However, I have a suggestion that I can give you some advice. Minghu said with a funny smile.

"What's the suggestion?"

"I suggest that you continue to work hard to attack the boundary. If you can't break through this boundary, I will never interfere in your actions. At that time, whether your Ma family will live or die will no longer be my business. I just need to ensure her safety alone." Minghu pointed to Ma Xiaoxiao and said.

However, under the thought, Minghu said with a bad smile on his face, "However, I think you'd better stay here. If you can really break through this boundary, hey..." Minghu didn't say anything else, but anyone can understand the meaning in the latter words.

"Well, you are slowly trying to figure out how to break through this boundary. If you have something to call me, as long as you call me Minghu, I will appear, but I also believe that you won't call me, hey..." After saying that, Minghu disappeared in front of the seven people.

After the Minghu disappeared, all six people looked at Yan Zupo and waited for her decision.

"Yan Zupo..." Ma Xiaoxiao said with a look as if she had made some mistake.

"Okay, Xiaoxiao, don't say anything. You can't be blamed for this. All I can say that Hua Ying is too affectionate, and this can't be determined by our own will, so you didn't do anything wrong."

"Thank you, Grandma Yan! Grandma Yan, what should we do now? Will it continue?"

"Continue? Ha ha... Do you think we can continue? Minghu has made a point. This boundary cannot be broken by the array practiced by our monks. Perhaps, even with the strength of Minghu, it may not be possible. Grandma Yan shook her medicine head and said helplessly.

"So... Grandma Yan, how does the strength of Minghu compare with you?"

"It? Then I really can't compare. According to the strength of the fairyland, it should have the strength of Daluo Jinxian, and I am indeed just the strength of Tianxian. If according to the comparison of our strength, even 10,000, I may not be the opponent of Minghu.

"10,000???"

This number made the other six people not know what words to use to describe their mood at this time. The strength of the immortals has shocked them, and the 10,000 immortals, which they dare not think of.

Seeing the frightened look of the six people, Grandma Yan Zupo smiled and said, "Well, the soldiers will block and flood the soil. Now we don't have the final say, even if we accept Huaying's intention, and if it really follow what the tiger said, even if the right path in the world wants to trouble us in the future, they Maybe there is no such opportunity, hehe..." In the end, Yan Zupo could only say self-deprecatingly.

Although she can't determine whether the Four World War 3,000 years ago was true or false, she doesn't think that Minghu will deceive herself and fool herself with such a thing. If it is true as Pluto said, maybe this war will make it difficult to shuffle the whole world.

Thinking of the arrival of this disaster, the Ma family can't do anything but live secretly. Grandma Yan's heart is very heavy.

Hearing Grandma Yan's words, the six people didn't know what to say. They could only watch Grandma Yan sigh. Perhaps this is the best plan in the worst plan.

In this small cabin, it calmed down again, as if nothing had happened before that worrying and angry.

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In the demon world, a demon, or a handsome and cold demon, stood on a mountain. His face was full of thoughts and memories, and all kinds of memories surged, flashed in his mind...

I, an ordinary little demon in the demon world, but that night, everything changed so much that I couldn't look back on the image that was buried in my heart forever.

That year, I was 328 years old, and I was still very young for a monster.

That year, Master accepted me as an apprentice.

That year, it was blue and snowy.

That night, blood-red eyes, blood-red night, blood-blue blood.

That night, I lost all my relatives.

My mother's hand pinched my neck and died angrily; Dad's chest was with my proud long sword, and blood was slowly falling on the snow-white ground drop by drop with the tip of the sword. His eyes were so incredible.

And the drops of blue blood fell on the snow-white ground still couldn't calm my anger.

The whole world is blue.

The color of blood and the beautiful smell of iron.

The bright light fell on me.

contained with all the sins.

I knelt in the room, my sister who loved me the most and loved me in my arms.

Soon after, a kind-looking monk squatted in front of me, touched my head and said kindly, "From now on, you are my disciple, and you are called dust."

With this monk known as Master, he came to a temple with strong incense, known as Jialan Temple.

There are many brothers in the temple, but I feel that there is no one in the temple.

As a monster, I do everything I can and can't do, just to stop me from remembering the unbearable past in my heart.

And for a monster, the brothers' attitude towards themselves is the greatest tolerance.

Therefore, I have always been silent about the enamel and scriptures walking in the temple.

Graduing familiarity and getting used to it, I have been in Jialan Temple for 100 years.

Every night, when you lie on the cold and hard bed, and see the bright moon in the sky, you will think of that night many years ago, bloody and sad.

The blue moon and blue blood look so beautiful.

staring at the blood flowing under the skin, in the first 30 years, I often looked at the unknown fruit trees that had never bloomed in the yard and forgot to sweep the rising leaves, and it seemed that this tree was called the bodhi tree.

One night later, the fruit trees bloomed with red flowers, fluttering and falling all over the ground. After one night, everything disappeared. Here, only me and my master, as well as the trees in the yard, looked so empty and quiet and so cold.

Master said, "After so many years, can you see everything in front of you?"

"Some see clearly, some don't."

"What haven't been seen clearly?"

"The tree didn't see clearly."

"Then you have seen it clearly. Except for the tree, all of them are illusory and disillusioned."

After that, the master gave me a string of Buddha beads and said, "Go to the west and give it to the Buddha."

Looking at the string of white Buddha beads with Buddha's light, I said, "Why me?"

Master stroked my head again as he did a hundred years ago and said, "You will understand."

I held the Buddha beads and embarked on the journey to the west with a promise.

That night, after I left, the "Jalan Temple" suddenly had a heavy snowfall, and this snowflake seemed to be mixed with a little blood and blue color.

In the future, for unknown reasons, maybe it was just a blow. I forgot a lot of things and seemed to remember a lot of things, but some things could no longer be remembered.

Everything for more than 300 years is like a fragment that makes it difficult for me to choose whether to remember or forget. I'm just walking constantly, moving forward, and walking uninterrupted.

I forgot time, space, where to go, and the boundaries of the earth. In the vast land, I am the only lonely and vicissitudes of my back walking alone.

The only choice is to avoid the pursuit of human beings.

Many years later, after walking through one place after another, I seem to have forgotten what those places are called.

However, the only thing I can remember again is that my master, I suddenly remembered a god who was widely circulated among the goblins, his name was Tang Seng.