Jiuli stretched out his hand and Yin Suo was like a sage. He obediently returned to his palm, shook his head and tail, and sucked the sword balls in his mouth, which seemed to be coquettish.

He twisted the sword pills, rubbed them between his fingers, and said, "It is not easy to refine the mountain and river vital energy locks, and the more difficult it becomes. The more you go, the more difficult it is. The key is that your natal sword pill is of average texture and must be refined."

Wei Shiqi knew very well that Bian Ya's Yang Lock, the Yamu, was the most treasure of Taiyi Sect, and the Tibetan Snow Sword was just an ancient sword collected by Kunlun's side branch, which was naturally far apart. However, when Jiuli's tone seemed to have a way to remedy it, and asked immediately: "I don't know how to refine it?"

Jiuli blew a sigh of relief, and the sword ball turned into a flying sword with a sturdy flowing. The blue light flowed. He stretched out two fingers and gently wiped it on the sword spine, saying, "After this flying sword was cast, in order to make a profit, it has been integrated into cold iron and black gold, which actually damages the quality of the sword. The only way for the present is to incorporate the sword ball into the demon pill, blend with the bloodline, and promote its demonization."

This is obviously the follow-up technique of the demon clan to refine his natal objects. Wei Shiqi asked tentatively: "Did the method of demonizing sword pills originate from the Heavenly Fox and Di Ksitigarbha Technique?"

"No, this is the magical power created by Tianlang Wei Yunya, which was only completed a hundred years ago."

Intentionally or unintentionally, Jiuli lets go, or is he hinting at something. Wei Shiqi guessed that Jiuli was the real master of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, and the spirits under the tower were all in control. When you get your hands, you will live a thought and die a thought. Even a powerful existence like the Heavenly Fox and Tianlang can only be taken in front of him. You can't hide anything or hide anything.

If this is true, Jiuli should have known that the Heavenly Fox was a ghost and planted a thorn in his heart. Why did he sit idly by and neither mention the Ziyang Taoist, nor help him to take over the body and rebirth? Unless... The Ziyang Taoist did have selfish intentions and intentionally seize his body, ascend to the upper realm, and abandon the world and escape alone. He once entered the Demon-Suppressing Tower to practice with his soul. This little thought can only be hidden from Jiuli. The desperate sword at the extreme north is just a small accident, which ruins the body, and I am afraid that even my intestines will regret it...

Since Taoist Ziyang could not hide his little thoughts from Jiuli, can he hide them? You know, he also spent a long time under the Demon-Suppressing Tower.

One day in the middle of the mountain, the world has been in the world for thousands of years.

Wei Shiqifu was in his heart, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. He looked up at Jiuli, but saw him looking at him peacefully, his eyes were like torches. He couldn't help but feel guilty, grinning, his smile a little stiff.

Jiuli seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "You are very smart, just what you think. I have been paying attention to you for a long time. I have been paying attention since the moment you stepped onto the Liushi Peak."

"You are different from others. You are a passerby in this world. Just like those demons who invade this world, you have no sense of belonging. Don't think about the long term, just care about the present, live freely, and you don't care much about what others value. Power, practice, food, sex, and love, these are all optional seasonings. What you never forget is just to remember the past, live alone."

"You want to go back, you really want to, you really want to."

Jiuli frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled, "Introverted, indifferent, selfish, autistic, just remembering the past and all kinds of remembrances. What kind of person and world is that really hard to understand."

"You are an alien, unique, and different from everyone else. You do not belong here. It is like a thorn piercing into your eyes. It is the biggest variable in this world. The great change of heaven and earth is imminent, and only unknown variables can save the world. I chose you instead of Wu Ziyang. This is why you can still stand here."

The hidden trump card was gently lifted up. The lonely soul needs a partner. Wei Shiqi has always hoped that in this world, he could meet the same kind of blue small planet called "Earth" and communicate with the same familiar things and concepts in familiar language. As described in many novels, he even suspected that he had vigorously promoted the circulation of fisheye stones and set up "Shifu" and "Quality Library" at the foot of Liantao Mountain. If possible, he hoped that that person would be a young, well-behaved, gentle and considerate angel, devilish figure, able to sing and dance, enter the kitchen, go out of the hall, fight against mistresses, and beat hooligans, rather than Pan Chengnian's junior brother, who had twenty-four Dinghai beads, like a dazzling cool man like a fireflies in the night.

But he never expected that this secret that he could not tell was exposed very well, and that he thought he had hidden well was exposed very early. Jiuli and Jiuli were really the nemesis of his fate! Wei Shiqi was shocked and felt depressed. He was completely disappointed and muttered subconsciously: "Damn, it turns out that you are Kunlun's hidden Persia..." His first reaction was to do him, kill people to silence and scatter the corpse. The second reaction was that no matter what, he would never never go to the Demon-Suppressing Tower again. Going there was like being hit by a hundred soul searching techniques, and he could not save any thoughts. That was really terrible.

Jiuli glanced at him and shook his head. He thought that only such a crazy world can produce such a crazy person.

Wei Shiqi closed his eyes and tried to convince himself that this was just a dream. When he opened his eyes and woke up, he would find that he was still in the city in the south, a warm and strange city, living alone in a rental residence, eating alone, washing dishes alone reading books and sleeping alone, spending the waiting time before death alone.

He listened to his heartbeat, opened his eyes with expectation, nothing changed. The wet and cold cave, the unstoppable stone pillar, the sword spirit Jiuli, which pierced his depth. He slowly knelt down on the ground, covered his face with his hands, his mood was stirring, his face was filled with tears, and he cried like a child.

Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?

Those carbon, hydrochloric acid, nitrogen, phosphorus, amino acids, proteins, ribonucleic acids, cells, tissues, organs, men, women, young and old, life is a little light in the night, and it cannot illuminate the world. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

Jiuli sighed and reached out to touch his head. He could understand why Wei Shiqi cried, neither human, nor beast, nor demon, nor object, and in a sense, he was as lonely as him.

The choking was interrupted and the tears gradually dried up. Wei Shiqi wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, stood up straight, without shying away from Jiuli's gaze.

"How about it?"

"Trade." Wei Shiqi made a decisive move.

Jiuli nodded, stuffed the Cangxue Sword Pill back and forth in the mouth of Yinsuoyu, put it in Wei Shiqi's palm, stretched out three fingers and rubbed it back and forth, rubbed a little ball of light the size of a soybean, and flew into Wei Shiqi's eyebrows with his thumb, and said, "This place is cold and cold, and there is no way to extend the guests. I won't keep you for a long time. Within a year, be sure to sacrifice the mountain and river energy locks. If you need it, you can go to the Demon-Suppressing Tower to find Madam Sun Tingsun."

Wei Shiqi swallowed the Yin Lock into his abdomen, and still placed it at the Dazhui point. He stopped again and asked: "The Master of Ziyang Yu Qingming Sword is the lord of Qingming, the Pu Tianwei Yu Xie Bijie Sword is the lord of Tianlu, and I don't know if there is a lord of the demon-refining sword spirit?"

Jiuli smiled slightly, "If you save this world, I will regard you as the master. Don't lose and forget, and never leave."

Countless pictures of "Demon Refining Sword" flashed through my mind. The stone chamber where souls and flesh were separated, the vast and empty wild wilderness, the demon-suppressing tower connecting the illusion and the real demon-suppressing tower, wandering in the clear and clear water, the demon-suppressing pool with clear water, the legendary guarded inland sea, Jiuli, the sword spirit that took the demon soul at will, was left. In the end, there was only the towering stone tower on the Guanri Cliff on the nine-story and eight-sided side, like a giant sword inserted into the sky, bathing in the fire sunset, shining brightly.
Chapter completed!