long night walk

Chapter 1276 The World Misunderstands Me
Fang Wai was ignorant of human affairs, since the big commotion in Jialan Cave, Bai Lian sat in the cave for another three full months.

During this period, there was no trace of anyone, and even the evil monster that was once attracted by Bai Lian seldom communicated with him again.

Maybe it was because of witnessing Bai Lian's terrifyingly meticulous deduction ability, the demon god didn't want to talk about the Golden Sea any more, and he wouldn't give Bai Lian any more chances for his clichés, so he fell into a tired sleep.

Bai Lian was able to sense that the demon was hiding hostility and vigilance towards him, but he didn't force it.

It's just that people have to pay attention to the many mysteries between this evil monster and the Kunlun God Lord.

Since Bai Lian came to this Jialan Cave, it seemed to be forgotten by others, and no one cared about it for six months.

It was as if the huge chaos that made the hundreds of thousands of mountains tremble that day had become an illusion.

Not only has it been more than six months since Bai Lian came to Kunlun Jingxu from the human world, the emperor has finally completely eradicated the poison in his body in the past few months after returning from the human world.

He sat in a field of frost and snow, and the dragon spirit could be vaguely seen rising in the warm pool full of spiritual power.

Junhuang Chenghuang suddenly tilted his neck, and his pale face revealed a bit of pain.

The fairy maid who was serving the tray hurriedly knelt down, took the glazed cup on the tray, and handed it over respectfully.

Junhuang Chenghuang took the glass cup and vomited the mouthful of blood as black as ink into the cup.

The fairy waiter worried and asked: "Is your lord better?"

Another fairy waiter quickly fetched a clean snow handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips.

After Junhuang Chenghuang vomited that mouthful of blood, his qi and blood became more attractive. He waved his hand, looked at the cup in her hand with disgust, and said, "Take some."

This feeling of disgust and impatience did not originate from the fairy maid who brought the glazed cup.

Originally, he wasn't a particular person. In the past six months, he has been healing and cultivating in this Qianmai Pool.

Every time the poisonous gas rises, he vomits blood. With his status, he doesn't need to be shy about it, and spits directly into this spirit pool.

Anyway, the spiritual water in this pool is flowing and has the power of self-breathing purification. Even if the poisonous blood does not fall into the pool of water, it will be purified quickly, so why should he take such effort.

Standing beside him was the alchemy protector, with white feathers on his face, looking at his upright aura, he looked like a demon cultivator from the Kunlun Jingxu.

He noticed the impatience on Junhuang Chenghuang's face, and he glanced at the water level in the Qianmai pool, which had dropped by more than half in the past six months. a tight.

Rao knew that he was the emperor, so he couldn't help but said: "Three months ago, the emperor successfully forced out the first mouthful of poisonous blood in his body and vomited it into the spirit pool. Poison ability.

But in this Qianmai Pond, there are also many aquatic creatures left to live, and before they can be purified, the poison in your body will be transmitted to their bodies, and the torture you have suffered will be severe. will make them suffer.

In the mountains and ponds, there are innocent creatures, so why should His Majesty the Sovereign allow them to suffer arbitrarily when he can easily do one thing. "

Jun Huang had just forced out the residual poison in his body by riding the wilderness, when his body was exhausted and his heart was angry and irritable, listening to the young man's 'unidentified' self-proclaimed appearance.

He couldn't help lowering the corners of his mouth, and the haze in his eyes gradually grew: "Cang Nanyi usually preaches and preaches to me, but you, a waiter who serves alchemy, dare to comment on my actions?!"

The maid holding the glazed cup looked at the young man and couldn't help but reveal a trace of displeased coldness: "Your Majesty has such a high status, and the spirits in this pool are humble, and it is already great to be able to be close to him. The fairy fate is honored.

Not to mention being able to get along with a god like Jun Shang for more than six months day and night, this is a blessing that all the gods in the heaven have no chance to ask for. "

Another immortal attendant also said coldly: "Your Majesty was born with the supreme blood of the gods, the blood of the gods and emperors with the same root and origin as the current Zhenzai, and its blood is a thousand times more precious than the spiritual blood of the unicorn and real dragon.

These little guys in the pool can be favored by the precious blood of the emperor, what a kindness of the emperor, accepting the gift of heaven and earth, they have to undergo a certain test.

If he couldn't bear even this bit of pain, how could he be qualified to live at the feet of Zunxian and occupy the best geographical resources of the Qianmai Pool. "

Qianmai Pond, as the name suggests, this spirit pool is one of the most superior and ancient blessed places in Kunlun Jingxu. In terms of its preciousness, it is also comparable to the Hanyu Pond in the past in a sense.

It's just that the properties of the two are different, and their functions and effects are different.

The Thousand Meridian Pond is a living pool that gathers the spirits of hundreds of rivers, the lake of thousands of veins, and under the flow of this pool, there are fully thousands of spiritual veins.

In the Kunlun Jingxu, the spiritual veins here do not need the spiritual veins of the human world. If the spiritual veins of the human world are compared to hair, the dragon veins of the Kunlun Jingxu can be called giant dragons.

And the spiritual veins here are all born with the consciousness of the original gods. The spiritual veins are living things, which generate their own souls and are endless. From where did they gather to form this thousand veins pool.

According to rumors, this Qianmai Pond was the site of the fierce battle between the emperor and the demon god.

Spiritual blood flowed to the top of the mountain snow, the blood fell into a river, and the river melted into ice flames, accumulating hundreds of millions of living beings for generations, and this pond has been formed ever since.

This pool is a symbol of the emperor's supreme merit and virtue, and it is also the glory of her victory over demons and gods.

Because of this, the Heyu youth from the Yaoxian family was even more angry about it.

He frowned seriously, and while questioning, his voice did not lose his humility and respect for such a superior.

"Jun's grace is a supreme gift, and I, the demon and immortal generation, should be grateful, but if it is a 'jun's favor' that is forced on a person, what kind of monarch's grace is it?
Even though Junshang's precious blood can greatly cleanse tendons and cut marrow, and enhance spiritual power, the poison of thousands of cuts is unbearable even for a person like Junshang, and needs to be suppressed with the power of Qianmai Pond.

The living beings in the pool suffer from this poison, and the pain is even more unbearable. With their Dao heart broken, it is inevitable that they will have the heart of suicide. "

"Your Majesty is endowed with great wisdom. If this is a blessing or calamity, His Majesty must be aware of it."

The female fairy servant was about to continue talking, but was interrupted by the cold-eyed Junhuang Chenghuang who raised his hand. He looked at the young man with crane feathers intently, sneered, and said:
"You don't have to beat me with such words, it is meaningless for you to say these things now, Cang Nanyi is the head of the five immortals, even though I am her husband, I have to listen to her in this mountain.

Now that I didn't spit poisonous blood into this pool of water to hurt those of your kind, why do you have to speak so bitterly again, is that how Cang Nanyi was harassed? "

The face of the crane-feathered young man turned blue and then turned white.

He was really angry and unwilling, but it was not just the same kind of things that poisoned him.

The extraordinary spiritual power of the Qianmai Pond was formed by the spiritual blood of the Goddess Empress, and it is an important spiritual foundation that supports the immortality of the Kunlun Jingxu.

No matter how severe the poison of a thousand cuts, it tortures people's hearts, but it is the poison of the world after all.

It is not enough to use the power of Qianmai Pool to remove this poison, which is worth such a lot of trouble.

He is the most powerful pharmacist in Kunlun Jingxu, and even Shen Jibai, the prince of Xianyin Kingdom, was born with an incurable disease, and he was able to forcibly extend his life for so many years.

The poison of a thousand cuts is not enough to be fatal, but the process is painful enough to be fatal. The elixir he made can dissolve this poison and dilute the pain caused by the thousand cuts pill.

Even without the Qianmai Pond, he is confident that he can completely dispel the poison in Junhuang Chenghuang's body in six months.

It's just that the emperor returned to the Kunlun Jingxu as if he had taken refuge, and he couldn't bear even a little bit of suffering and pain. Even if his body was weakened by his elixir, he didn't want to bear the pain.

He insisted on using the spiritual power of Qianmai Pool to suppress the pain in his body to a minimum.

However, he was born with a divine body, and the poison of the Thousand Cuts Pill had penetrated into his bones and blood. If he wanted to use his spiritual power to relieve the pain of Ling Chi in his weak bones, he would need to consume a huge amount of spiritual power.

It takes six full months to remove the toxin, and the Emperor Riding the Famine is unwilling to suffer even a little bit of pain, and spent six full months in the Qianmai Pool.

In six months, more than half of the psychic liquid was sucked out, which meant that the weak newborn creatures in the mountain were about to suffer from lack of spiritual power and suffocate to death in the spiritual veins that were difficult to supply with spiritual power downstream.

And the gods transformed by thousands of spiritual veins in Kunlun Jingxu will also fall into an unbearable winter of weakness.

Regarding all of this, as the empress of Kunlun God, she naturally would not sit idly by.

This also means that she has to draw out the fairy marrow and spirit blood in her body to nourish all living beings.

How can such a pain of pulling the marrow and stripping the tendons be comparable to this small punishment of thousands of cuts to pieces.

This young man with crane feathers can be regarded as an old man in the mountains, he knows the reason why Kunlun is willing to be contaminated by the six realms.

Although [-]% of it is because of obeying the father's last wish, and [-]% is the master of the [-] rootless mountains, the empress does need the source of water to cover the mountains and moisten all things.

But who would think that His Majesty the Sovereign is so incompetent, unable to refine the Sishui Divine Source left by his father, and needs the Empress to spend the Divine Source to help him refine it and ascend to the position of Immortal.

Perhaps everything was obtained too easily, and the Emperor Chenghuang did not know how to cherish it. All the creatures in the Kunlun Pure Ruins had not been nourished by him for a long time, and they were taken away by him playing with women.

After that, he didn't repent even more, and fell into the same pit again, and lost the holy object Han Yuchi in Kunlun Jingxu.

Even the Heyu youths don't know what kind of blessings they have received from Kunlun Jingxu for inviting such a great god to enter the mountain.

What else can he do other than just cause trouble for the empress?
Perhaps it was because the indignant and unwilling eyes of the young man with crane feathers at this moment were too straightforward, so straightforward that the Emperor Chenghuang could see the emotions contained in his eyes.

Chenghuang suddenly became a little out of breath, and he slapped hard on the stone platform by the side of the pool: "Presumptuous! What kind of eyes do you have?!

I am the godfu of Kunlun, and half of the mountains and land in Kunlun belong to me.

This gentleman extracts a little of his own spirit veins to cross, and still need you, a little medicine cultivator, to point it out again? !
Cang Nanyi didn't even dare to criticize me, what's your position to cause more trouble? "

The young man took a deep breath, not daring to argue directly with such a big man, he could only suppress the churning emotions in his heart, and whispered in a respectful and polite voice:
"Your Majesty the Emperor was born with the body of the gods and spirits, so he can observe the world in a microscopic way, and move back to the mountains and rivers. It is because he knows that the birth of the most spiritual beings in the world is not easy.

This Qianmai Pond is even more difficult, it is too extravagant and wasteful, and if it is exhausted, it will be backlashed by the laws of nature.

The ministers just hope that the emperor will act again and think twice before acting. "

Junhuang Chenghuang sneered and said: "So you are blaming me for being extravagant and abusing your Kunlun spiritual power materials?"

"I don't dare?!"

Junhuang Chenghuang continued to sneer: "You say you don't dare, but that's what you think in your heart!"

He straightened himself up, looked down at the young medicine master He Yu who was kneeling on the ground condescendingly, and said indifferently: "You feel that I am dragging down your lord, abusing her resources, grievances for her, and resentment for her.

But how do you know, as the husband of Kunlun, as the orthodox emperor of the gods, if I didn't care about this relationship between husband and wife, how could I build the True Immortal Sect for her, and save those who have never been born in this life? Fairies who might give birth to fairy bones?

It is true that I lost to Han Yuchi, but can the fairy bones tempered by blindly relying on external forces without knowing how to cultivate the mind really change the differences and prejudices against monsters in this world?
You see, if there is no True Immortal Sect from my Lord, how can the subjects under her control have the aspirations of Qingyun with your divine master's temperament of adhering to the world and not entering the six realms? .

If there is no guidance from my lord to protect the way, how can the immortals in the mountains make everyone aspire to become a guardian of the border, shoulder the responsibility of demons and immortals, and set an example for the common people? "

Junhuang Chenghuang put away his angry and short-tempered expression, and his face was filled with grief.

"You only see the demanding side of me, but you don't see the giving side of me. Most of the spiritual power in the Qianmai Pool is lost, and Cang Nanyi can easily make up for it with just a few flips."

"However, there are countless demon immortals who have buried demon bones in the mountains, and their future fate is all on the shoulders of this gentleman. I dare not harm my body and heart.

Your divine lord didn't think so far for you, but this lord... really cares about every one of Kunlun's immortals. "

He Yu youth was greatly shocked after hearing such words, he looked at the Emperor Chenghuang in front of him in disbelief, feeling as if his heart had been slammed.

Over the years, the boundless darkness that was felt because of the prejudices of the heavens and the unjust fate of the monster race, has burst into light and light because of the sonorous and powerful speeches of the emperor.

The young Heyu's throat was choked, and his hands and feet were a little at a loss: "I...I don't know that my lord treats me in Kunlun with...so far-sightedness."

Junhuang Chenghuang smiled faintly, raised his palm and touched his head in the air.

There was a bit of melancholy in the voice: "I don't want to talk too much, but why the world misunderstood me..."

(End of this chapter)