All My Disciples Are Children of Destiny

All My Disciples Are Children of Destiny Chapter 163

2021-10-23

Chapter 163 Little Evil God

I just heard a sudden dragon whistle. Susu fell.

A strong dive light suddenly burst out from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows, just shot directly into the blurry blue moon of the Moon Lake, only to hear a loud "bang", like a cannonball bursting in the water , set off several high waves, and the shadow of the blue moon suddenly turned into fragments disappeared.

He felt that the True Qi in his body was almost drained, and some of the true essence was depleted, but just like an empty pool, it could be filled with water, and it was easier to absorb the Dragon Qi essence here.

The strange thing is that the True Qi that I slowly accumulated seems to be drained again very quickly, but when it is drained, it is quickly filled up, and when it is full, it is quickly drained and drained. Re-accumulate, and so on countless times.

The purple flower bud in his arms flickered and dimmed again. The three-eyed heavy-headed spider flew out this time, bit his arm, and flew back into the flower bud again.

After being bitten, Han Zhenjian felt short of breath, and gradually became dizzy and suffocated.

Is it poisoned?
There was only a small black spot where the bite was, but it was like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, and the black ripples spread to the whole body...

“pa pa pa” , Every inch of his bones, every inch of his skin was burning hot, and he heard the sound of his bones and bones bursting.

At this time, he found that the enchanting ghost shadow in the big Willow Tree opposite the lake was shaking violently, and there were many ghost shadows wandering in the woods and flowers, screaming in surprise.

His eyebrows were aimed at the Willow Tree on the opposite side, and a strong light with a shock wave shot out from the entrance between the eyebrows and directly into the Willow Tree, only to hear a blasting sound, and then heard a miserable sound. Call, the Willow Tree was blasted with a huge transparent hole by the shock wave, and the dark blood in the hole's eyes gushed out like a fountain... It is estimated that a ghost destroys both body and soul.

When the rest of the ghost shadows saw such formidable power, they instantly disappeared without a trace, disappeared, and all around was silent...

The head was groggy The feeling gradually disappeared, and the breathing became smooth again.

Han Zhenjian said with a smile: "I'm a little Evil God!"

In his eyes again, a cold glow like a cold, green, secluded wild wolf shot out in his eyes ...

He looked up at the sky, and found that the moon on that day was no longer blue, with a faint yellow halo around it. It was originally a full moon, but suddenly it turned into a broken round. The moon, and it was bent crookedly, the faint yellow halo around it suddenly turned into a hazy blood red.

……

On a high platform, a handsome young man was sitting cross-legged.

Suddenly, he stood up from the ground and rose into the air. A golden streamer flew out of his body and condensed into a golden silhouette that was exactly the same as his deity.

Then, he and this golden body began to fight, and the sky was hit between the two sides, and they came to the top of the clouds, which was inextricable.

They roared towards the sky, and the two peaks below them exploded one after another.

That person is that little Evil God Han Zhenjian.

One Qi Becomes Three Purities, he has actually made Avatar, and he can also fight with his own Avatar to enhance battle strength.

Han Zhenjian sat on the top of a mountain, took back the Avatar, and merged the two figures into one.

He smiled faintly and said, "What realm is there now? It seems that we are one step closer to God."

At present, he has something he wants to do immediately. It is to go to the Hualu near Lotus Dang to find the blind girl to release the confusion in her heart.

Thinking of this, his eyes were full of hope.

Han Zhenjian stepped on an auspicious cloud and quickly floated in the direction of the lotus.

In an instant, he came to the sky above the lotus flower. The Willow Tree is widely planted on the shore here, with red and green hair, and the scenery is pleasant. There are still hibiscus planted along the lake, but the transparent five-color water lilies in the lake are not in full bloom, but the fragrance is striking.

Could it be that these five-color water lilies bloom at night?
Seeing this magnificent scenery, Xu Tian pressed down the cloud head and landed by the lake.

It's just that there is no silhouette of the blind boy picking up fallen flowers in the slanting wind and drizzle under the Willow Tree by the lake in front.

Thank you! Xi Yuan! I don't know if we still if fated will meet again this time?

He also recalled what the crisp and sweet voice sang: "Chaotian Lake is full of water, picking lotuses without singing fisherman songs. There are thousands of flowers in the little thatched cottage, and the owner sleeps on the flowers every day."

The lingering sound still lingers in my ears.

He remembered that he had buried a flower urn under the Willow Tree beside the long embankment by the lake. After so long, the petals inside might have turned into flower mud.

He looked thoughtful and strode toward the flower hut in the south-east direction.

When I got to the neighborhood, I could only smell the fresh fragrance of flowers coming from the hut, and it was full of multi-colored flowers on all sides.

There are countless kinds of flowers, all kinds of charming, and there are many small flowers that cannot be named, forming a stunning flower sea. At the end is the Human World Immortal Realm.

This situation is the same as before.

It's just that the gate of the humble Hualu is closed, and there are two semi-circular copper rings on the gate.

He stepped forward, pulled the brass ring hard, and knocked on the door a few times.

There was no response for a long time.

Han Zhenjian knocked hard again. After a long time, the door finally opened, and a hunchbacked old woman with white flowers greeted the door. She looked at Han Zhenjian and asked in a hoarse voice, "Young man, what's your name? Who are you looking for?"

Han Zhenjian respectfully said: "Mother-in-law, my name is Han Zhenjian. I am looking for a girl named Xiyuan. She is a blind girl around seven or eight years old and lives here. Could it be her mother-in-law's granddaughter? "

"Really...really cheap? West...West Garden? This is not a West Garden, just a simple flower cottage?!"

"Are you looking for the wrong thing?" Where is the place? Young man?"

"Mother-in-law, Xiyuan is a blind girl and lives here. Could it be her mother-in-law's granddaughter?"

"There has never been a West Garden here. , no girl, no old woman, no granddaughter, young man, you must have made a mistake, please come back!"

After finishing speaking, "Pa" closed the door.

Han Zhenjian wondered for a while: that day, he carried the little blind girl so far, obviously this is the flower house, how could he be wrong?

Nowadays, the peach blossoms remain the same, things have remained the same, but people have changed. what happened?

The old woman's hoarse voice said: "Young man, let's go! There is no West Garden here, and there is no whore smoke. There is a blind village two miles away, where all adults are blind. , except for Ziyan, a seven or eight-year-old girl. But that girl died of illness many years ago, and she was also blind."

"The blind people in the blind village suddenly disappeared one day a few years ago. I don't know where they moved to?"

"Blind village? Died many years ago?"

Han Zhenjian was shocked.

Could it be that Ziyan is the blind girl? Did I see Ziyan that night? Is Ziyan a ghost, not a human?
Cherish the fate? Purple smoke? Isn't she the great character connecting to heaven penetrating the earth?
In fact, whether she is a human or a ghost or a god, he feels that she has no ill will towards him.

He was a little disappointed. The mystery of the short-lived flower seems to be unsolved for a while.

There are hundreds of flowers blooming in the sea of flowers, but after a closer inspection, there is no such purple flower bud.

He glanced at the Hualu, sighed, and slowly flew into the air. When he looked back in the air and wanted to take another look at the beautiful sea of flowers, he found that the sea of flowers had completely disappeared, including the flower hut.

Suddenly everything just evaporated.

At this time, a faint and familiar female voice seemed to come from the ground: "Han Zhenjian, I didn't expect you to still miss me, and you would come to see me again. That sentence, cherish the fate, cherish the fate, if you really cherish our own fate, treat that flower well! You will meet again if you have fate!"

"Cherish fate! Cherish fate! Where are you? Where?" Han Zhenjian exclaimed.

No one responded.

Is this girl who claims to be Xiyuan who, or is it a ghost? where is she?
He thought of her eyes that seemed to have penetrating power to everything in the world, too weird.

And her restraint, calmness and scheming, how can she look like a seven- or eight-year-old girl?

This flower hut suddenly disappeared out of thin air, I'm afraid the old woman's words may not be true.

A cloud of suspicion rose in his heart.

It's just that every time I think of the love between men and women after that, I always feel an inexplicable colic in my heart, and I don't know why.

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