MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration-Chapter 175 9.18 Face-to-face Heavenly Order

9.18

"Beichen Xuanming, you said that this little thing can pass through the two worlds of immortal and human. If we let him directly send us to the immortal world, what else do we need to cultivate?" Ning Luo gently stroked the fur of the Nightmare Beast and raised an eyebrow. Laughing, "I think that the Nightmare Beast is just because it is too scarce, so it is the **** that has been passed on, I'm afraid it doesn't have that much power itself."

"His, little thing, grab me again!" Ming Luo grabbed the nightmare's ear and twisted it twice.

"The Nightmare Beast is human." Beichen Xuanming took the young man's hand and looked at it. The back of the white hand was only slightly reddish. It can be seen that the little beast did not put down his hands on the fall. "It does have the ability to reach the sky, but the extent to which it can be achieved depends on the people who associate with him. The stronger the master's ability, the stronger its ability."

Ming Luo smirked and shook his head, "Okay. I won't tease it. To be human, it's me. I used to be a flower, but now I'm fully human, what do I know? It is the joy of fish and water. "He stomped his feet, deliberately spit out a sigh of heat in Beichen Xuanming's ears, then paused," But if you make me unhappy one day, I will go back and say Indefinite, it will never change back. "

The young man talked and laughed first, but Beichen Xuanming immediately changed his face and said eloquently, "No!"

Slumped for a while, then laughed more cheerfully, and said, "Of course it is impossible! I finally got your heart, no matter how angry I would not be stupid to return to the original shape!"

Two people and one beast, walking and chatting, slowly out of the fairy tale secret, suddenly, a sound of sword wind came from the falling ears, and cut off the hair of his horns.

The young man narrowed his eyes, and a frosty, handsome face was reflected in his eyes.

Zixiao is still as cold as it was twenty years ago. He was afraid of him when he was cultivated as a low, but now he is completely fearless. Who is Zixiao Zhenren who hasn't improved in the past 20 years?

"Zixiao is real, why is this? You and I are irrelevant people, why did you hit me? Is it difficult, and you ca n’t see my identity as a magician?"

One after another, Jian Qi was passing by the young people. Zixiao really did not want to talk with Ming Luo, but his tricks were not killing tricks, as if he just wanted to capture them.

"Master." Beichen Xuanming stood forward and stood in front of the young man, catching Zixiao's sword. He looked at Zixiao's cold face, his lips moved slightly. "He is my beloved, You cannot hurt him. "

"Xuanming, you let go." The person in front of him is the bane of the entire world of cultivation. He must bring the exquisite flowers back to Tiandaozong and let Beichen Xuanming solve it himself. Otherwise, not only Beichen Xuanming would be in danger, all of them could not retreat.

Cultivation world is difficult to survive!

The expression on Zixiao's face was a bit strange. The disciples in Tiandaozong had never seen him look so nervous.

Beichen Xuanming straightened his back and guarded the fall with a very strong attitude. "Master, I will not let anyone hurt him. Even if it is against the world, I will also be"

He had only spoken more than half of the time, and suddenly his face was overflowing with weird patterns, and he knelt down on the ground with a painful expression, a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, his hands and feet were convulsed, and he almost passed out.

Beichen Xuanming bit his lip tightly, maintaining a sober look, and also suppressing the pain of moaning.

Ning Luo was so frightened that he knelt beside him in panic, took him into his arms, and tried to relieve the pain of the man with his qi.

"Do you want to kill him?" "Zi Xiao really shouted loudly, withdrew the sword in his hand, pushed the fall away, and then condensed Qi at his fingertips, point it all over Beichen Xuanming, man. The weird pattern on his face began to fade slowly.

After half a column of incense, Beichen Xuanming's body finally stopped convulsing, and the pain gradually subsided. He sat up and thanked Zixiao for his real life.

"Xuanming, do you know why you are so painful?"

Zixiao looked at her apprentice with deep disappointment under her eyes. Then he looked at the still falling in terror and asked, "Is it worth it for him?"

"It's worth it." Beichen Xuanming wasn't surprised by what happened to him. Obviously, it would have happened.

Zi Xiao's face was unpleasant, and he asked coldly, "Do you remember the vow you made in front of me thirty years ago?" He taught the child to be cold and ruthless. Who would think that he couldn't escape it? A disaster.

Zixiao's eyes were closed and eyes closed, and a person's figure suddenly flashed in his mind. He was shocked, and pressed his right hand gently at his heart.

There is no way to regret the path of spiritual practice.

Beichen Xuanming's face was hesitant. He clenched his hands in the sinking, apparently reluctant to tell the young man the story of thirty years ago.

"Master, I am willing to go this way."

auzw.com He never said anything about that year, but Zi Xiao lived up to his wish.

"Life or death, at this moment. Xuanming, how long can you die?" The real voice of Zi Xiao was very light, but his tone was very severe. This sentence seemed to explode in the ears of a thunder.

He knows that Zixiao really follows the orthodoxy of Heaven, and never makes fun of life and death. What he said must be true. Beichen Xuanming can't live long.

The falling sickness held the door of Beichen's Xuanming like lightning, and plunged God's knowledge into the sea of ​​his knowledge. I saw the mist there, and the mess in the house was a mess.

The young man in red took a breath to protect the heart of the man, trying to force out the black gas in Beichen Xuanming's body. He couldn't let Beichen Xuanming fall into the magic. The two of them are different. He has spiritual cultivation, magic and immortality. Beichen Xuanming was not able to do so. This man learned from his childhood was the decent mind of the Taoist Sect, which was incompatible with the way of cultivation of the demon. The righteous spirit collided in the body, which caused Beichen Xuanming's pain.

If things go on like this, men will soon be repaired and destroyed, and their veins will be broken.

After being aware of the serious consequences of this incident, Ning Luo only scared the soul into the sky, and no matter what he did, he first cultivated himself into Beichen Xuanming's body to resist his magical spirit.

"Stop!" Zi Xiao shouted, and separated him with a single palm, leaving a hint of black gas on the palm of his palm. "You dare to act rashly, and the deity will hold you under the sword."

Ming Luo coughed twice, spit out a spit of blood, and stared at the real Zixiao, groaning, "I want to save him."

He drew a green rattan whip from his waist and headed for Zixiao. Both of them are rehabilitated, and it is impossible to decide between one or two moves.

The confrontation between two deified monks was really frightening.

Beichen Xuanming lifted his sword into the battle. The scabbard was horizontal, protecting the sword flying to the fall, and an ancient sword blocked the long whip thrown to the real life of Zixiao.

He tilted his head slightly, and the sun shone into the dark eyes.

Then, he suddenly lost consciousness, fell from mid-air, and twitched his whole body again, and the whole man curled up uncontrollably, seeming to be in extreme pain.

Ning Luo threw off the long whip in panic, and his heart throbbed. He touched the man's pale face with trembling hands, and begged his eyes to stay at Zixiao, asking, "How can I save him?"

"Let him kill you."

Zixiao really looked at the youth for a long time, and said coldly, "Since the day he was born, the fate has been set. In Xuanming's life, there is a robbery, which is love robbery. If the love robbery is over, then it rises to the road, the love robbery But only one died. "

"His pain is not just caused by the collision of righteousness and evil. Thirty years ago, he swallowed his heart in front of me, and he was unemotional in his life. Now he broke his vow and naturally suffered the pain of heart attack and bone erosion, As time goes by, he will become more and more painful, and his attacks will become more frequent, until the whole heart is rotten and it is impossible to live in the world. "

Ning Luo's chest shook, and he shook his head, "No, that's impossible. He won't make such an oath, he won't." Thirty years ago, it was he who moved his heart to Bei Chen Xuan Ming and told him When feelings are hidden in my heart.

Even though his mouth was denying it, Ming Luo knew clearly that Bei Chen Xuan Ming who had no feelings for him at that time would most likely do such a thing. At that time, Beichen Xuanming's pursuit of the avenue surpassed everything in this world.

But he didn't dare to admit this fact. Once he acknowledged it, he became the culprit who hurt Beichen Xuanming. If it wasn't for his entanglement, Beichen Xuanming would still be the cold and ruthless Beichen Xuanming, and he would not be bitten by the back of his heart.

Zixiao really glanced at the young man and ignored his disappointment. Then he said, "To break the vow, only let him kill the enthusiast. Can you die for him?"

Ten years, he and Beichen Xuanming were only ten years together. How happy he has been in these ten years, with so much laughter and sweetness between them, is all this going to end like this?

Admiration! He is not convinced! He cannot die, neither can Beichen Xuanming. Besides, he will never let a man bear the pain of killing his beloved.

I saw the young man clenched his teeth and said with a distorted face, "I want to take him away, there must be other ways to break this vow."

He went to Chu Ya, who is the king of the demon world, and will help him to break his heart sworn oath.

"It's absurd!" Zi Xiao reprimanded, "Now only me who relents with his fellow initiates can alleviate the pain in his whole body. Do you take him away to make him die faster?"

The sinking frowns were fastened, his eyes stared at the real Zixiao, and several thoughts turned in his heart. If he brings Beichen Xuanmingjiao from the Zixiao real person back to the Heavenly Sect, it will be difficult for him to see his beloved again in his capacity. But if the man followed him to the Demon Realm, the strong magic there would only make Beichen Xuanming more painful.

The bleak eyes were dark and dim, and they were always at a loss.

"How much more do you want him to let go?"

"You see clearly, what Xuanming looks like now!" Zi Xiao's real person's gaze fell on Ming Luo, and the sharpness in those eyes was terrifying.