Jin Dan is a star, do you call this Xiu Xian?

Shang Yanran’s statement is the most reasonable and reasonable. ? X ?? S ?? 5 ?? 2 ??? 0 ?? C ?? O?

Even if the blood master is always trapped in the demon domain, he sinks into the demon, and turns into a giant demon, he still maintains a trace of humanity. He chose to never be in the world.

The people present were all tolerant.

The admiration of the blood master has reached another state.

Even the Buddha can’t do it, but the blood master can do it.

“No!” Jin Silk looked at Wanshu’s door and wanted to go, but she couldn’t enter at all.

She was originally a carefree in Jiupan Mountain.

Where can she get used to the parting of the world?

People who are parting are her plums.

“Is there any way to save a blood -saving beads.” Golden Silk turned his head and looked at Shang Yanran, showing a look of begging on his face, “Seeking you Shang Yanran seeing something, a ray of sadness in his eyes flashed in his eyes. Erotic: “Now the blood master is self-sufficient, and the blood demon dissipates …- I have a way to save him.

But … the rescue may be a blood demon. ”

Everyone present was silent.

Bai Ze’s complexion was complicated, and finally said: “If it is saved to become a horrible blood demon, wouldn’t this be with the wishes of the teacher.

Is there no other way? ”

Shang Yanran said: “The teacher has been self -made, and the blood demon who rescue the living will not be a real horror blood demon, but an ordinary heart demon.

“Rescue!” The old man in Nangong said firmly.

“Save!” The foolish people have always been silent.

“The teacher passed on my method to make me live, and today I do something for Master!”

Hearing these resolute words, Shang Yanran’s face showed a grim smile.

Will the teacher who rescued this like this would also be a blood demon or a teacher?

As a result, these people still chose to save.

“This method is recorded by fate slate. I thought I couldn’t use it. I didn’t expect it-I used it today.” Shang Yanran took out the fate slate.

After she got the fate of the fate, although it was too late to save the teacher, she still did not give up to rescue the blood owner through the fate slate.

There is a record of one. If the blood master is self -sufficient, and the magic is cut off, there will be a line of vitality to be saved.

“In the door of Wanshu, there is a door called … the door of the Wan Demon.

The door of the Monster and Wanshu is not in the same space.

However, to some extent, it is common.

If someone enters it, you can see the blood master.

If it is called, transmits the true element, or you can wake up the blood master. ”

This is the method of rescue recorded on the fate slate half a month ago.

Through the door of the Monster, the blood master of the self -heartbroken pulse is awakened and passed the true element.

“No problem,” said Nangong Dog.

Jin Silk also looked at Wanshu’s door with a jumping face, and when she remembered what the blood beaded said, her eyes became firm: “Blood Dadan …”

Shang Yanran continued: “But … -Still into the door of the thousands of monsters, he will be cursed by the Monster and endure endless pain.

This kind of pain may not be as suffering from tens of thousands of magic, but it is also extraordinary, and it is very affordable.

Not only that, after the curse of Wan Mao, enter …–may become strange and ugly, and he is annoying.

When Fan Lingling saw it, he was disgusted and wanted to kill it!

Even the closest person, the closest couple, will disgust and kill it!

Even the chaotic demon will dislike this ugly. ”

Shang Yanran said, looking at the golden bird deliberately.

Golden Silk loves beauty the most. This is the fact that everyone knows on the field.

Entering the door of the Monsters, it will become extremely ugly after coming out.

That ugliness is in the degree of rules and cannot be changed.

“How do you go in the door of the demon?” Golden Silk as if he didn’t hear Shang Yanran’s words, and asked.

The foolish people smiled: “A stinky skin. (All ????? 520. ???? Hand###” ”

Nangong Dog gritted his teeth: “Even if the name is not good, it will look ugly in the future, and pity me a handsome face.”

Bai Ze also said, “I’m going too.”

Fourteen people present, except Shang Yanran, did not shrink back, willing to go to the door of the demon.

Shang Yanran said: “Husband, you can’t go, your cultivation is second only to me, you need to open the door of the demon with me and send them into it!”

Bai Ze heard his words, his face changed and changed, and finally said, “Okay.”

Golden Silk looked at Wanshu’s door, and his eyes were looking forward to it.

Bloody … After I become ugly, will you hate me too?

Time returned to an hour ago.

In the door of Wanshu.

Qihara was sitting on the steps.

He was almost completely demonized.

Refining the sources into supernatural powers, his soul is completely demonized.

At this time, Qi Yuan had only a trace of clearness.

However, he didn’t panic at all.

Instead, he showed his doubt and murmured himself.

“What is my hole card?”

“Why do I choose to enter the door of Wanshu?”

“Why should I refine the sources of evils as magical powers?”

“Strange, why can’t I think of it?”

The body is quickly demonized, but Qi Yuan at this time looks calm.

“Oh, the Qi Yuan Sutra has been practiced, and the memory is worse. At this critical juncture, I even forgot my hole card, and I want to go out!”

Qi Yuan faintly remembered that at the beginning, he didn’t want to practice the magic of the virtual realm.

As a result, he seemed to think of something, and he practiced.

“No, the game fails, derived from my bad memory?”

If this is the case, it is too big.

I prepared a person with a bad memory. As a result, I couldn’t remember the practice of the immortal. There were strong talents in emptiness and could not be cultivated.

“No …”

Suddenly, Qi Yuan froze.

A ray of light flashed in his mind.

“I think of my path!”

“No, I forgot again.”

I don’t know how long, Qi Yuan’s eyes made a sperm.

“I realize!”

He didn’t think of it, he couldn’t remember it, but he realized.

The biggest problem in the Qihara Sutra is that he can be mentally chaotic and bad memory.

Qi Yuan always felt that his spirit was normal.

Not good memory, but real existence.

Forget … -The is his path, his essence, his origin magical power.

I hurt my pain, unbearable, forget!

The knife is miserable, it is difficult to accept, forget!

Forget pain, then it will not be painful.

Forgetting this is a real world, treating this as the game world, then the knife sent by the world will not be so real.

For a long time, Qi Yuan practiced forgotten.

Forgetting is to escape, nor is it escape.

Some things, just forget.

“I realized all overnight, and I forgot others for forgetting others!”

This is the origin of Qi Yuan’s origin.

Forgotten Sutra!

At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

He forgot to enter the door of Wanshu.

He forgot that he condensed the source into magical power.

He forgot that he devoured all his devils into a blood demon.

[You understand the source, the ability to forget +99999. .

His figure also changed at this moment.

It seems that because of forgotten, everything has not happened in Qi Yuan’s mind. All novels ???? 520. ???

“Dao Ye forgot!”

“Hahaha!”

The magical body of the original heart dissipated at this moment, as if time returned to him before he entered it.

The appearance of the corpse’s eyes showed his appearance: “What are you doing, how can you” be again human?

What kind of magical power is this, time is back, and it is impossible. How can such a origin appear on you? ”

With the insight of the corpse, the scene in front of you can only be attributed to time and space magical power.

However, how can a small person who entered the Five Realms realized such a magical power?

Totally impossible?

“Time back?” Qi Yuan was surprised, “I’m not going back to time.”

“Then what are you!” The corpse asked unwillingly.

“I also forgot, what magical power is this.” Qi Yuan murmured himself.

“You …” The corpse was angry.

“Oh …” …-Who are you? “Qi Yuan looked at the corpse on his back,” Is this dry corpse here? No, it doesn’t seem to exist. ”

“No …” For the first time on the corpse’s face, it showed a fear.

Because of Qi Yuan’s thoughts, he suddenly found that his body was gradually transparent and seemed to dissipate in this world.

He is a devil and will not disappear, but he will only integrate with other hearts.

But now, he really disappears.

“What are you …” “” The corpse roared, “You have gathered the original magical power, why can you condense the second source of Shinto? ”

He was puzzled and puzzled at all.

The Buddha country he came from was also a big world, and the strong gathered.

Even the Supreme Buddha cannot conclude two origin magical powers.

“What, I already have the origin of the origin, why don’t I remember? This is my origin magical power.”

The prototype of “Great Forgotten Sutra” is formed at this moment.

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“No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

There was nothing, where is the dust? ”

Qi Yuan thought.

“Heart Demon … I don’t exist!” “” “”

“I … I forgot you!”

“No, you don’t exist!”

With Qi Yuan’s thoughts, the corpse finally was completely transparent and disappeared.

In the door of the Magic, the original hundreds of millions of murderous demon showed a fear of fear. Their shape gradually became transparent, and eventually disappeared.

Among the huge doors, the magic domain was empty and there was no demon.

Qihara was sitting on the steps.

“Forgotten-is the most fearful thing in the world.

His eyes flashed and confused.

He felt that there was something important to disappear slowly.

Among the huge heaven and earth, among the thousands of steps, a red robe man sitting on the right side, what was thinking about.

Forget, forget others, and forget yourself.

This is the limit of forgetting.

His figure gradually began to be transparent.

As if he had to forget himself.

Heavenly robberies came into being at this time.

However, Qi Yuan has long forgotten.

He forgot who he was.

He forgot where he came from.

He forgot where he was going.

He was sitting in the door of Wanshu.

He seemed to forget everyone, as if everyone had to forget him.

He also wants to forget himself.

Suddenly, the blood -colored robe was so moved: “Who am I?”

A color flashed in his eyes, and eventually disappeared, and became a handsome man sitting on the steps.

The years passed between his fingers, and he was still sitting in place, and he didn’t know how many years he didn’t wake up again.

The empty door is silent, silent, there is no color except him.

As if this world, he must also forget him.

Suddenly, a light entered, and the urgent voice came: “Bloody! Bloody!”

The blood -colored robe still closed his eyes, motionless.

“Bloody, Miss Ben personally came to see you, you still don’t come to welcome me-cough.” ”

The blood flowing, the girl’s face was spreading.

She stood in the empty door of the empty demon and stretched out her hand towards the blood -red figure.

“Blood beads, blood beads!”

The girl goes forward, there is an abyss in front.

The urgent voice came: “Jin Silk, don’t go forward, Sister Yan Ran said that this is the limit, and then go forward, it will suffer the painful pain!”

As if the golden bird didn’t hear it, she tried to approach the figure and wanted to wake the man.

She stepped in, and the painful pain came, and she smiled tragically: “Bloody, are you the pain you bear? I also feel it.”

Golden Silk covered his face, and a “demon” word spread like a snake spread on his face.

She didn’t want Bloody to wake up and saw her look.

She walked forward, covered her face with one hand, and shouted: “Bloody beads, you said, find me at the end of time!”

“You can’t do it, Miss Ben came to you in person!”

Empty world, empty heart.

In the heavenly robbery, Qi Yuan in the Mercy Sutra could not be seen at all, nor could he hear anything.

Because the origin of this level of origin cannot be owned by any monk.

The Tianjie will “compile” the monks to the origin of “he” into the origin of this world, a rule of this world.

But … after stepping into the foundation, Qi Yuan’s ears can hear some inexplicable low words.

This hearing, even breaking through the blockade of Tianjie.

Suddenly, the blood -red robe opened his eyes.

“Bloody?”

“Who is this?”

“Who is shouting?”

He looked at the past, and his eyes seemed to be through the door of Wanshu, and he saw a girl with scars throughout the body.

Somehow, his heart was inexplicable.

[Golden Silk, your green plum horse, you spoil her especially. .

“Plum Bamboo Horse?”

Qi Yuan’s consciousness was a little blurred.

He looked at himself.

[Qi Yuan, you are described as the origin of all things.

Now, you are spending the sky robbery.

Your original magical power is too powerful, and heaven is unwilling to exist in the world. .

“Am I Qi Yuan?”

Qi Yuan’s mind was instantly clear.

Tianjie also dissipated at this moment.

Original magical power, forget the sutra, complete!

At this time, a special symbol was also condensed between heaven and earth. Qi Yuan looked at the symbol, floated to Wanshu’s door, and engraved on the door.

Qi Yuan looked at Wanshu’s door, and saw the door, like a collection of paper, densely densely packed on it was strange symbols.

Today, there is an extra symbol, which is left by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan was too lazy to see the symbols on Wanshu’s door. His eyes looked at the abyss. Through the abyss, he saw the misty figure.

He couldn’t see the face of the man, and he could only see the approximate outline, but he knew who it was.

“Forgotten the Scriptures is forgotten.”

“Golden Scene is not forgotten.”

“Don’t want to forget, don’t forget.”

“Forgetting and not forgetting.”

“Forget this life, don’t forget the golden bird.”

Qi Yuan thought.

“The end of the perception … Should I leave?

Qi Yuan has a hunch that the door of the unusual door will disappear, and he will return to this world.

This time, he gained a lot.

Two origins.

The first is the dominance of the virtual realm.

As soon as the supernatural powers came out, the devil was born.

The second type is forgotten.

Forgotten is the Tao.

With the success of the origin, he should leave this realm like a few previous times.

And this time, it may be the last time he felt the origin.

In other words, he couldn’t return to the past, nor could he see the golden bird, and could not see those who awakened him.

He didn’t know what the price did those people pay.

But he knows that it is absolutely unbearable.

“Golden Scene …”

“You and me are separated ………….. Tens of years.

“Seee you ………….. Fear, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the soil?”

Qi Yuan is naturally unwilling.

Time, fate … These will be conquered by him after all!

At this time, Qi Yuan’s hand suddenly appeared in a dark dot.

This is the most precious ability he entered the door of Wanshu.

Reincarnation!

It is rumored that only the gods can enter the reincarnation.

Some Zifu also has a certain probability to enter the reincarnation.

“You wake me up, the power of reincarnation … I will give you it!”

“I hope we can meet each other in the next cycle!”

On the seven -color peak, Jiang Lingsu opened his eyes.

“I seem to forget something just now.”

She covered her chest, and her eyes flashed in her eyes.

At this time, the top of the seven -color peaks suddenly came up with a thunder, and it seemed to come to the Seven Color Peak.

The thunder is flat, just like the most common thunder.

Above the white jade palace at the top of the peak, a cold white light rose into the sky, and encountered the shock, and eventually disappeared.

Jiang Lingsu’s eyes showed a strange look: “This thunder … is it Tian Lei?

Just now, is Master’s shot?

It’s a pity, it’s too fast, and I can’t see the strength of Master at all. ”

Her eyes looked at the wooden house not far away.

In the wooden house, there is no sound.

“Brother willn’t you play games again?”

“If he has played here for decades, I am afraid that Shen Guangzong will find no one!” Jiang Lingsu didn’t think much and continued to practice.

End of the End of the End of the End of the End.

There have been hundreds of years before the last door of Wanshu appeared.

Today’s End of the End of the End of the End of End is empty.

There are few people here.

Wanshu’s door has long disappeared. On the boulder by the sea, there is an additional wooden house.

Facing the sea, but it was not spring.

The ancient mirrors on the mirror have long been split, and the broken lenses reflect a white and flawless face.

On the left face, it was blocked by a layer of black yarn.

The girl’s hands were trembling, and the brush of the thrush was unstable. She had not painted well in the simple makeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed to be dressing herself seriously.

Suddenly, a stone smashed the window and fell into the house.

A seagull flew away suspiciously.

The pen in the girl’s hand fell, and her voice was crying: “I’m so stupid, not even the makeup is not good, good … ugly!”

She covered her left face and was unwilling to look at her face.

I don’t know how long, she finally draws her makeup.

She looked at the place where Wan Shu’s door disappeared, with a hint of grievances: “Am I ugly, why don’t you come to see me?”