Whether it is Chen Xi or Nie Xian, they are tempering themselves according to the plan.`

Chen Xi sat down cross-legged in the open space where the sword forest was originally a sword forest, leaving all his worries in his mind. He no longer thought about how to take the woman out, but instead focused on how he realized the sword art here. Every practitioner has his own opportunity, and anyone has it, it depends on whether he can grasp it. Just like every ordinary person, in a seemingly ordinary life, he will encounter several fleeting opportunities. Once he grasps it, he will surely make a fortune, but very few people will grasp it.

Chen Xi is definitely not a typical practitioner. He works hard, but this kind of effort is different from the efforts of others. Others need guidance from a gentleman, but so far, no one has really given Chen Xi any advice, so he still has to rely on himself.

Sometimes, being so special that everyone is unfamiliar with is not a good thing, because no one knows it, no one can give you any advice, you can only rely on yourself to dig and ponder. No one can fully understand Chen Xi's physique, even if it is the only practitioner in the ages, he cannot help Chen Xi.

Because in a sense, Chen Xi and Emperor Mo Qiong are very similar in some aspects, such as in terms of their physical uniqueness.

What is a sword?

Chen Xi once asked many people this question, how should swords be used? Even in the mortal martial arts world of Tianfu Da 6, there will be many famous swordsmen who can tell a lot about the usage of swords. But when you calm down and think about it carefully, many people actually have the same understanding of swords as other weapons, because they are all weapons.

Some people say that the most basic moves of swords are of course direct stabbing and horizontal cutting. However, such basic moves are suitable for all kinds of things, such as grabbing, swords, spears, and many weapons.

Chen Xi recalled what he did when he was recognized by Wan Jian. But after thinking for a while, he was sure that he had done nothing. That was Wan Jian's proactive recognition of him, not what he did.

Swords, even literati with no power, like to hang things on their waists. You say they are weapons, but in the eyes of many people, they are just decorations.

But no matter what kind of idea is, it cannot be separated from one purpose. The meaning of all weapons and the purpose of their existence are to kill.

There is no weapon, and it appears to be beautiful.

Therefore, all weapons must have evil spirits.

Chen Xi suddenly realized that the only thing his sword intent lacked was the viciousness. He had comprehended murderous intent and cruelty, but this viciousness was always a bit rebellious with his character, so he had never really succeeded. Emperor Mo Qiong said, your heart is not big enough, you don’t think strong enough. When Chen Xi thought of this sentence again, he suddenly had a new feeling.

When he was on Earth, he was an ordinary person. But there were all kinds of extraordinary people on Earth. Some people could use their mind power to take out the things in the bottle. Some people would mess up the things in the room after they fell asleep. The one in front was the power of thinking. The one behind was still the power of thinking even in the dream.

When a person does something, the first thing he thinks about is what if he can’t do it, then he will lose his ambition. Without it, how can he be mad?

Chen Xi is a too smart person. Before thinking about how to win, he will subconsciously think about the many troubles and problems he encountered. If he fails, the way out is there. The more he thinks, the less he is.

Chen Xi opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment. It was empty and there was nothing but him. In the pavilion in the distance, the old man who was unwilling to tell his identity was still sitting there drinking on his own, and seemed to care about what Chen Xi was doing or thinking at all. The old man was in his own world, and Chen Xi showed that he was also in the old man's world, not in his own world.

So at this moment, even though the old man had no power to cultivate, Chen Xi was not as good as him. Because the old man's thoughts were much bigger than Chen Xi's desires. Even Chen Xi himself felt that he was in the old man's world rather than the old man's world, so Chen Xi lost, even if the two of them had nothing to compete.

Chen Xi thought of the words that people often mentioned when he was in Tianfu Da 6, and God said that there should be light, so there was light. God said that there should be wind, rain, thunder and lightning, so there should be wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Why?

When Emperor Moqiong was the first to see wind, rain, thunder and lightning? Maybe not, but she could imagine wind, rain, thunder and lightning. `When no one could imagine, she could. For example, few people think about it when they were staying outside the window, and there was still a self outside looking at him.

Chen Xi closed his eyes and the open space around him turned into a pasture.

A thought of flowers blooming.

At the same time, in the Mingwei Palace, Zhu Li lay on the wide black jade throne, resting with her eyes closed. Her legs rubbed each other a few times from time to time, and then her face turned a little flushed.

She opened her eyes and her expression became a little annoyed.

She waved, and two huge dark green centipedes then crawled over and then leaned forward in front of her. She explained a few words in a low voice, and the two dark green centipedes quickly left. Soon, a young god with a handsome look was brought over, and her clothes were stripped of their bodies.

Zhu Li waved his hand from the Moyu throne, and the naked boy flew over involuntarily. Then Zhu Li pressed it on the Moyu throne, and the two dark green centipedes were entangled together, making a heart-pounding low sound.

The boy's transformation process was very fast from the initial fear to the later joy. Because Zhuli's appearance was beautiful enough, her body was attractive enough, and her ability was so addictive. In just a moment, the boy moaned from his throat, and his lower abdomen surged. Zhuli looked at the boy with his head down on it, but the expression on his face was cold and scary.

The boy did not open his eyes. If he opened it, he would feel that he was not seeing a peerless beauty, but a female mantis who was about to kill her husband.

Zhuli is certainly not a female mantis, she is the child born by the Hexopter King and humans. She inherited beauty from her mother, inherited strong talents and a kind of irresistible from her father.

More than ten minutes later, the boy's face suddenly changed, his eyes were filled with horror. He began to struggle and began to wail and beg. But it was already too late, his body quickly became weak, and soon the handsome young man who was as beautiful as jade turned into a skin. His flesh and blood quickly disappeared, like skin and bones, making people feel numb from the heart.

Zhu Li stood up naked, and his skin looked even more crystal clear. On the throne of the Black Jade, the boy had turned into a mummy.

Zhu Li waved his hand in disgust, and the mummy turned into powder and scattered. She sat down on the throne of Mo Yu in a daze, with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

No one can satisfy her, never.

She felt that she was a pitiful person. She obviously had too many things she wanted, but she couldn't get them all. She closed her eyes, and involuntarily the scene of her father and Jialou lingering on the bed appeared in her mind. Then she saw that the scene suddenly changed. Jialou, who was in the divine realm under her father, raised her head and looked at herself with a gloomy look. Zhuli was furious, and a huge blood-red sickle transformed into her hand. When she was about to rush up, she was stunned because she saw that Jialou's face turned into her own face.

ah!

Zhuli opened his eyes and let out a shrill cry, and the entire hall was shaking. The two dark green centipedes that were originally entangled together were instantly killed by this vibration. The viscous green liquid spread around, covering a large area of ​​ground.

Zhu Li just held her body, holding her blood-colored sickle in his hand and strode out. Looking from behind her, the lines and body were so stunning. When she walked around, her buttocks were undulating and round, giving people an urge to swell blood. But she was a poisonous insect, and any man would be corroded by venom.

Some people say that the more beautiful the thing is, the more toxic it is.

Zhuli, that's it.

She walked outside Mingwei Hall, looked up and saw the moon hanging in the sky. She knew that it was not the real moon, and there were things that illuminated the whole night in every world. And every bug, especially the bugs living in the dark and wet ground, seemed to have a kind of worship for the moon.

When she walked out, the hexapods in the open space outside the hall that looked like love to the moon retreated around, and none of them approached her. Because all the hexapods felt the cold and terrible murderous intent on her body.

At this moment, Jialou, who was hung on the copper pillar, suddenly smiled, and then said something that Zhuli almost blocked the call.

"Man cannot do it, God cannot do it, you can try bugs."

The words of Jialou are like a knife.

"I'm not a bug!"

Zhu Li flew up, and the blood-colored sickle fell, but stopped less than a centimeter in front of Jialou's neck. She looked at Jialou with a cold look, and the latter looked at her unwillingly.

After a long time, Zhuli suddenly took back the sickle and sighed: "Do you know why I didn't kill you? Do you really think I'm afraid of my father? In my eyes, he is not a father at all. I said, if one day my strength becomes stronger, the first one will kill you and the second one will kill him. If you don't kill you now, it's not that you are afraid of him, but that I always feel pitiful."

Zhuli sneered: "Don't deceive yourself. When did you ever have mercy on the pity? You don't kill me, just because every time you see me, you will think of yourself."

Zhuli's mouth twitched, as if something had hit his heart, and it hurt so much.

Jialou looked at Zhuli's pure and beautiful face under the moonlight and shook his head: "What you pitifully is not the pity of others, but your own pity. So pitiful, you have been completely distorted. I am tortured by you every day, but I am not angry every time I see you, because what you tortured is perhaps another self in your heart, right?"

Zhu Li turned around suddenly, and then slashed the sickle.

Thousands of hexapods instantly turned into ashes.

Jialou laughed so proudly. It was as if she was hung on the copper pillar naked and covered in scars. She was the proud winner. The powerful Zhuli, who had no opponent in the divine realm, was just a pitiful person.

"Poor."

Jialou said.

When talking about the word worm, her tone was particularly heavy.
Chapter completed!