Chen Guanshui stared at the true Lord Ajing on the purple water mirror, but in the end he still couldn't ask what he said in his heart.

What can I do if I ask?

Could it be that just because I just refined the Thirty-Two-Page Book once, I can barely be regarded as the new owner of this magic weapon, and I can really control it? I am still not as good as A Jing, who comes from the same source. After 30,000 years, we have known each other long ago to the core, and we must have had all kinds of ways to deal with today's scenes. So yesterday, Thirty-Two just died, and today A Jing can also trigger the book left by Thirty-Two through the void world.

Besides, did A Jing really not leave any help in the sacrifice and refining method just now?

Even if she didn't leave a backup plan, could she, a small foundation-building monk, really use this magic weapon to the point of being able to be very skillful and superb?

Destined to be unable.

Chen Guanshui knew his weight and knew that he had just written his name in ink on the appearance of the magic weapon and indicated his ownership. However, the magic weapon was still a magic weapon. The small worlds left by Thirty-Two were still left inside, and the rules inside were still operating according to the rules that had been decided. He would not change anything because of his "little" master's mood.

Therefore, when Ruan Hongyu was sent to the "Moon Palace", she must have been bound by the rules therein. After the bloody struggle, she was broken and had to lower her head and be branded with those messy marks, becoming a dog in her hand that can only follow her instinct to please herself.

A dog!

But Chen Guanshui doesn't want it!

Chen Guanshui knew that his mind was very dark, and he also knew that the dream magic power brought him to the depravity, darkness, sorrow, pain, grief, anger, and despair in the darkness of this world, but he was always unwilling to remain silent like this.

Although the world of monks has countless indescribable horrors and countless cruelty that cannot be imagined, like yesterday's battle of the souls instantly killed almost two-thirds of the mortals on Yuzhou Island. The demon king Zhou Jia, who created the term "Moon Palace", once subdued hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators who came to the door. The demon sects would kill countless virgins every day just to obtain the purest blood. The old Taoists who practiced in the Taoist sect could also destroy a city passed by on the road because of a misunderstanding. Those monks still had the means to let believers devote all their property, even their wives and daughters, as well as their own bodies and lives.

Without the power to change everything, we can only witness everything happening. The strength of Confucianism for 30,000 years still cannot reverse the cold blood of the cultivation world. Countless disciples of the Haoran Zhengqi Sect abandoned their heads and killed demons and killed the demons, and still left darkness in the corner. Even the darkest ones are the descendants of the martyrs. Those Confucianism who have won honors for their ancestors and achieved an independent mountain gate may be the target of the bloodshed of the new generation of Confucianism in thousands of years.

Chen Guanshui knew that if he could have today's experience, he would still have to rely on the gift of the woman in the palace dress in front of him. If A Jing had not let go of the mirage illusion for the whole year of the previous year and allowed him to explore the history that had been buried in the mirror, especially the cruelty, blood, mold, and stagnation that occurred simultaneously in those glorious history, he would not have known so much and thought so far. Otherwise, it might be like the young monks who died yesterday who came to watch the Sword and Taoist Dharma Assembly--it was so happy that all the world was as blue as the sky above his sect, the monks under the sky were all as blue as their parents, their teachers and brothers were all good people, the places under the sky were as safe as their study, and the girls could be easily pushed down like their maids.

But Chen Guanshui is always unwilling to become the characters in the book. Even if he establishes an inner palace and finds a few girls he can care about, he will really fall in love with his own girls. Isn’t it better to have to sleep in the pile of female slaves like the descendants of the cultivation family written in the book?

How is that possible?

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Under Chen Guanshui's resentful eyes, A Jing was silent for a while. After she organized the language and might have received instructions from a certain character in the illusion behind her, she slowly spoke: "Guanshui, now there are only you and me. Now we are both in your void world. It can be said that except for those five people, there is no sixth person who can cross the boundaries between reality and reality. I know what I want to say to you below."

After Chen Guanshui calmed down a little, A Jing pointed to the "Moon Palace" of the 21st page of the book under his feet and said, "I just saw you and seemed very dissatisfied with me throwing Ruan Hongyu into this place. Then before I speak, I will ask you, do you know what this page is? What is it in the 11th page you were going to choose just now?"

A Jing's eyes were as gentle as water, but Chen Guanshui's heart surged and he kept complaining.

The same name as the "Moon Palace" of the Monkey King Zhou Jia is another underground demon cave with countless dark caves, as well as the strange black torture instruments filled with hundreds of cave halls, countless iron cages hanging on the top of the cave, countless iron chains hanging from the walls of the cave, and the women who were fucked by the wooden spirit puppets like dogs when they swept through instantly. Does all this need to be explained?

Who doesn’t know what kind of good reputation these three most terrifying demon kings in the world have left in history!

The woman who was the leader of all evil once made all the big surnames look disgusted. The big surname men who died under her, especially those peerless geniuses, had already achieved the first-class golden elixir, had already been unable to calculate clearly.

The third-ranked Bofu Bird is famous for its solar eclipse. His favorite is to forcibly conquering those heavily guarded sects, like knocking on a hard walnut, or like an anteater digging out a hard ant mountain nest, slowly tasting the sweet meat hidden under the hardness.

Zhou Jia, who ranked second, didn't know where he came from or what kind of Tao he was practicing. His first appearance in the Blood Sea Rebellion 70,000 years ago was the realm of the soul that shocked the world. What made him even more famous was his evil taste. He did not fear the glory of the soul real person, but directly grabbed the Nascent Soul cultivators in the big surname, and directly bullied the small with the big. Then he established a huge inner palace on the Taiyin Star, which was filled with countless terrifying torture instruments, placed countless perverted magic spirits, and turned a bright moon star into a bloody field.

It was exactly what the nursery rhymes sang at that time: "There is a big octopus in the sea, and the boss is lying under the bed; a monkey on the moon leads a dog and walks around the world; a bird on the sun, please don't see me today!"

That is, the divine power of Taoist Master Riding Bear quelled the chaos in the Blood Sea and subdued the Blood Sea Demon Ancestor Shi Duanliu, which gave the major surnames a chance to breathe and began to gather people to encircle these three disasters. Below is a thousand-year bloody battle, but he died, but he still couldn't do anything to these three demon kings.

It was these three demon kings who went up Shangqing Mountain by themselves, preparing to see what the Taoist priest who pacified the blood sea looked like. This time, Wanyes became the first female disciple in front of the Taoist priest, and then made Shangqing Temple. From then on, until now, he walked around the world. Zhou Jia was thrown into the soup pot by the Taoist priest for five hundred years. Five hundred years later, Zhou Jia escaped from the trap and went to Taiyin Star to never come to the mortal world again. The third Zhou Bofu was the worst. At that time, he was the most stubborn, but he still refused to give in. Moreover, he had the mark of Nirvana on his body, which could be resurrected like a phoenix.
Chapter completed!