This Big Brother is Improper

Chapter 482 Zhan Xian Dao is almost full

How many years has it been?

The deepest part of the seal of the Magic Moon Cave.

The other half of the witch god, the Mother Nether has no body.

Her spirit is always in a state of being broken up, and even if she wants to gather and form, she will be broken up by the terrible Zhu Xian. There is no external appearance, only a remnant soul that has been hated for four thousand years.

Even the spirit of Mahayana Venerable.

It is impossible to survive for four thousand years in this environment, and it has long since disappeared.

Only those close to immortal powerhouses of the level of the [Four Great Fiends] can be said to be a strong existence with half of their feet in the Dragon Gate, and the soul can survive for four thousand years under the sword of Zhu Xian!

But four thousand years is already the limit.

Especially after realizing the death of Big Brother, Our Lady of the Nether knew that he could not wait any longer.

Their brother and sister have two sides, and the true spirits are connected. Even if the two compartments are held in different places and separated by layers of space, they can vaguely perceive each other’s existence.

Yes.

They are siblings to each other.

It is the motivation to live.

It has been for over four thousand years-stick to it like this.

But now one person is dead, and the other person will sooner or later be inanimate and numb. Coupled with the external suppression of Zhu Xianjian, it will dissipate within a short time.

I can’t die yet!

The rusty brain of Our Lady of Medicine began to work hard.

By the way, she has to go out to avenge Big Brother, no matter what the price!

I heard that a Qingyun disciple named Qi Tian did it?!

OK!

It’s Qingyunmen again!

I thought that my brother had completely died.

There was no more light in her heart.

The memory of four thousand years ago gradually appeared in the eyes of Our Lady of the Nether, but the memory at that time was the clearest.

Even the power of time can’t be washed away!

Four thousand years ago, the ancient Shu witch god was born, and his experience and glory are enough to be recorded in the annals of history.

However, few people know.

The witch god brothers and sisters were actually just a pair of slaves in the beginning. Life lived in the manor of the ancient Shu nobles, living a life of misery and poverty that is unimaginable now.

Although the external environment is very poor.

But the two brothers and sisters depended on each other for fate, and the feelings were very deep, which can be regarded as the comfort of those hard days.

But the good times didn’t last long.

The development of the story of the wizard god, like the background of many villains, is very unfortunate.

To sum up, it is nothing more than a few processes.

Little Sister was favored by the master, and would rather die than follow.

In order to protect Little Sister, Big Brother was beaten and disabled.

Then I don’t know what method the brothers and sisters used. After being cursed by the ancestor spirit and the heavens, they finally got a strange force and killed all the people who insulted them.

Until now.

In the ancient Shu area of ​​the Southern Region, one can still hear such an ancient legend.

In the evening somewhere, the fishermen saw the direction of an aristocratic manor, where a crimson fire dyed the sky red, and many people died in the flames.

And in the boundless sea of ​​flames.

A handsome boy and a beautiful girl are back to back, like twins who can never meet.

Their souls rise to the sky.

This legend is not much different from the facts.

The only difference is that the siblings did not ascend to heaven, but were cursed and merged into one, mastering many weird and primitive spells without a teacher.

Brother and sister merged into one.

Take turns controlling the body by day and night.

It is Big Brother during the day and Little Sister at night.

The two can never see each other, they can only communicate and discuss through writing. Putting it in the second dimension is not an excellent and interesting persona, but it is a different kind of tragedy if it is put in the Xianxia worldview.

They are tragic.

The first step on the cultivation path was not to pursue immortality, but to find a way to remove this curse.

However, the Southern Territory four thousand years ago can be described as a dance of demons!

Even if Qingyunmen and Shushan Jianzong were suppressed, the rampant Devil Dao group of demons was by no means comparable to the current Devil Dao, making the entire Southern Territory cultivation a miasma.

The brothers and sisters of the witch gods are cultivators. When they see a few Devil Dao, they think they are the immortal family, so they worshipped.

As a result, the curse was not resolved, but Devil Dao stared at the body of two souls.

After they relied on weird spells to kill a few times, they began to find some cultivation secrets from the corpses of these demon Daoist, and then practiced some evil Devil Dao, combined with the custom of ancient Shu witch worshiping ancestors, and created the most Original witchcraft!

The Cultivation Base of the witch god brothers and sisters is rising.

After confirming that they were the first hegemon of the Southern Territory, they also established a great church and established a general altar to rule the roost by refining the corpse, which was said to be extremely prosperous.

It was the happiest time and the happiest time in their brothers and sisters’ lives.

Indulge in passion, so happy.

Except for the fact that they can’t meet each other, it’s a bit regretful.

The Virgin Mary of Medicine did not fall into hatred recollection.

Thinking of those happy years, she gradually fell into a dreamlike illusion, and she seemed to see the handsome brother pulling a boat in a trance, like a tracker.

And she was sitting on the bow, wearing colorful and beautiful clothes and a wreath on her head.

Between one-on-one answers, the two people sang aloud the ancient Shu love song, telling each other’s love and love.

She also dreamed of A-da and A-mu.

She also dreamed of the fragrance of Baizhi, the sound of fermenting beans, and the Qiong bamboo stick waving on the back of Big Brother when she was a child.

She dreamed a lot.

Finally she dreamed of a sword.

Like stone but not stone, like jade but not jade

The style is ancient and clumsy, as if it were a natural fit.

There are only two faint inscriptions on the hilt.

–Zhu Xian!

The memories came to an abrupt end here.

Her soul trembled in fear.

Realizing that the horrible sword weapon that had pressed herself for four thousand years still existed, she was so frightened that she wanted to die.

But she can’t die!

Our Lady of Nether uses the ancient Shu dialect weakly to call the name of King Du Tianming. That name is called in the ancient Shu dialect, which represents the beautiful meaning of sunshine and contains the good wishes of parents.

Although the author is from Sichuan and Sichuan.

But I don’t understand the culture and language of ancient Shu, so I temporarily find a similar word to replace it.

–Guwazi.

Good.

When you enter Sichuan and say hello to people like this, you will definitely be treated with admiration.

“she cried.”

“The elder brother who was dependent on each other and separated for four thousand years died, and I would cry for me.

………Look for flowers…0

“pitiful.”

“Pitiful is also pitiful, don’t anyone dare to release her Zhang Zhenren, do you feel that the winter in Qingyun Mountain has been particularly cold in recent decades?”

Lin Jingyu just finished saying this.

Over the wide surface of the Qingyun Mountain, the temperature dropped suddenly and the snow became heavy.

Zhang Zhenren closed his eyes slightly and sighed: “He is alive with celebration, and it has gradually become a natural disaster. Qingyun has become colder and colder in recent years, and it is basically still the madness of the Virgin of the Nether.”

“Years of heavy snow, turned out to be her heart?”

Lin Jingyu was really shocked.

This Nether Mother is only half the remnant soul of the witch god, how strong is the witch god who flourished four thousand years ago?

And how terrifying is Heaven and Earth, whose combat power is still above that of the Wizard God?

“Humph!”

Our Lady of the Nether was seen through the disguise she had always had, and snorted coldly.

Over the years, she has always pretended to have a restless heart, changed her appearance, and tried to get Qingyunmen to lift the seal on her, but she didn’t expect that this little trick of her would have been seen by Qingyunmen long ago.

……………..

There are three schools and four schools in the end.

It’s not as easy to deceive as the White Tiger Demon King in the past.

Thinking that she was the one who planned the conspiracy in the past to kill the white Tiger Demon King’s favorite woman, and that the white tiger resolutely rebelled against The Four Fiends camp, Mother Nether felt regretful.

But she immediately put aside these useless emotions.

She cheered up a little bit.

In fact, she is not incapable of leaving here.

In the long four thousand years, even a pig can think of many ways to come out.

Not to mention the clever and extremely clever Nether Mother.

She actually found a way out two hundred years ago, only because she was too scrupulous.

The escape method she thought of was weird.

It’s just a little bit of quietly dissipating the own soul, a trace of the soul turned into a ghostly aura, attached to the earth energy in this magic moon cave, and gradually flowed out of the magic moon cave with the earth veins.

As long as it succeeds, the scattered spirits will echo each other and condense, and sooner or later they will regroup.

But the drawbacks of this secret technique are too great.

This kind of secret method is to do kung fu fundamentally on the soul.

It is equivalent to reincarnation and rebirth, and it is very likely that you will not be able to find yourself and memories.

She has been uncertain.

She finally made up her mind until she noticed the death of her brother not long ago.

The process went very smoothly.

It didn’t cause Zhu Xianjian’s reaction, nor did it cause those Qingyun Loose Immortals to notice.

She has dispersed her own soul, and the ghostly aura scattered as a soul must gather somewhere in Qingyun.

Wait another month.

She can get out of trouble.

Wait, Qingyunmen!

Wait, Xiantian sword body!

Our Lady of the Nether is working overtime to disperse her own spirit.

At the back of Qingyun Mountain, Lu Yun was working overtime to absorb these inexplicable ghost breaths with the Immortal Slashing Knife.

“The needle does not poke.

It is produced almost all the time.

This makes Zhan Xian Dao happy.

Lu Yun was also happy, she opened her mouth: “Hiccup~~”

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