Chapter Five Hundred and Twelve: Who Was Not Young and Nameless (Part 1)
"Yeji! You will not succeed."
"The Immortal Emperor Taihao you want will never come back."
"In fact, you should also know very well, why are you still stubborn? Let me go... We can go back to the past and be with me... Don't you ever feel happy at all?" Suppress the doubts in your heart.
, Lin Xi looked at the woman curled up in his arms with an expression on his face.
She has long and beautiful black hair, big dark and shiny eyes, and snow-white skin. Although her figure is slightly petite, her proportions are very appropriate, just like a large Barbie doll.
Yeji used to be a fallen angel.
But now, her three pairs of black wings have long disappeared, and she is covered with black gauze. The twinkling moon-shaped lines between her eyebrows, as well as the undulating power of the lunar body all over her body, all indicate that her true body should be a
Named Taiyin Witch.
Although she was curled up in Lin Xi's arms, her tender little hands were constantly using cold magic power to freeze the five internal organs of Lin Xi's current body.
The five internal organs are the palace of the gods. When a practitioner reaches a high level of cultivation, the world of the five elements seems to be contained within the five internal organs.
This is the inner cycle, an important structural part of the inner universe.
Ye Ji froze the five internal organs of Chen Xiao's body, which was equivalent to locking his five divine palaces, giving him a chance to escape with the slightest bit of strength.
After hearing what Lin Xi said, Ye Ji remained silent.
She has heard similar words many times.
Although they have failed repeatedly, if they all give up, how can Immortal Emperor Taihao ever return?
"Heart-burning! Your love for me was so hot and unreserved, like a blazing fire that seemed to burn me to death, as well as yourself."
"Why are you so cold to me now?"
"I don't believe it. I don't believe that all your previous heroics, coolness, turmoil, and enthusiasm were all fake. Do you remember? We were together on the top of the mountain, in the sky, at the bottom of the sea, in deep trenches...even on meteorites and magma.
, ice fields, storms... those happy times spent. At that time, you were proactive, hot, willing to cooperate with me in any attempt, and even took the initiative to make different requests..." Lin Xi turned around and hugged me
Holding his left arm, a beautiful woman with red hair and a domineering and fiery figure said.
Even though her face is as cold as ice at this moment, she still feels like a jumping fire, which can ignite the thoughts in people's hearts at any time.
She is definitely the kind of peerless beauty that even an old man in his eighties would feel in his heart and give a slight salute when he sees her.
The red-haired beauty remained silent. Her divine power was eroding the meridians all over Chen Xiao's body, drying them up and making it impossible to circulate any power.
There is no need to keep trying, Lin Xi has long known that this kind of emotional begging for mercy will not get any response.
As the Kingdom of God is constantly being deprived, the Godhead is gradually being torn apart. Even if Lin Xi is not Chen Xiao in the full sense, he can still feel the despair of being constantly weakened and 'melted'.
"All right!"
"Looks like I lost!"
"I will definitely die."
"But I'm still not willing to accept it. If you still have any friendship for me, let me see... the one who defeated me, or... defeated many of my predecessors, so that you are so willing to protect me at all costs."
How worthy is that person of your favor?" Lin Xi's tone was full of unwillingness, anger, struggle and absolute unwillingness to admit defeat.
His previous plea was to pave the way for his current request.
If we could use the help of these women to directly grasp some of the things that Immortal Emperor Taihao experienced in his memory, we might be able to save a lot of trouble.
Sure enough, after Lin Xi made this request, the women with stiff faces and cold eyes finally felt a little shaken and fluctuated.
Just like what Mu Qiongtian said, this is not only the fairyland in the brain of Emperor Taihao, but it is also a real world.
These shadows that exist in memory are living people in this world, in this fairyland.
They also have joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and their own emotions.
Perhaps their mission and persistence in resurrecting Immortal Emperor Taihao made them give up a lot.
However, this does not mean that they have not even the slightest affection for Chen Xiao... and Chen Xiao's seniors.
It's just that these feelings are not enough to shake their mission.
In order to make these women make up their minds, Lin Xi said sadly: "I am about to die. After the fairyland in my brain is completely activated, I will integrate into this world and become the cornerstone and nutrient to build it. Like many of my predecessors
, could it be that...you didn't respond at all to their calls to you before they died?"
Yeji's eyes flickered, and her originally sharp and cold eyes began to soften a bit.
Finally, she spoke.
"Let him see it! But it's not in vain that we... get to know each other."
Zhuo Xin nodded immediately, as if he had already intended this.
The other girls either hesitated or nodded, and very few chose to refuse.
The God's Throne flew across mountains, seas, and clouds, as if traveling through time and space, and arrived at an "ordinary" small town.
This small city is built under a huge tree.
The giant trees reach the sky, and every leaf is shining with emerald green fluorescence.
It is like a demon and a god, both generous and compassionate, but also vicious and bloody.
It seems to be symbiotic with the city that lives at its feet.
At the same time, words like subtitles appeared in the sky above this small town without any surprise.
"The Banyan Tree Demon King has favored people for thousands of years and built a city of great prosperity. There are many people in the city, including monks, warriors, demon blood masters and real demons. He respects the orders of the Banyan Tree Demon King, and everything is in order, with distinction between superiority and inferiority.
Every hundred years, the city of Great Rong needs to sacrifice the blood of thousands of people, and hundreds of thousands of people worship at the same time, worship the Banyan Demon King, and use their faith and flesh and blood to help the Demon King practice and help him live forever."
As soon as the scene changes, there are lively streets and alleys, bustling markets, charming residential pavilions, and good people passing by from north to south.
Follow the picture and continue to spread into the depths of the city.
From prosperity to abjection, from wealth to poverty, from extravagance to poverty, it seems that there is only a street or a wall.
But they are two worlds.
In the prosperous world, fairness, beauty, kindness, enthusiasm, cheerfulness, and sunshine are like the most prosperous side of a big tree, which is its high crown, its thick trunk, and its tall and straight figure.
It is the branches and leaves that stick out high, and the flowers that bloom in spring.
In the desolate world, the humble, ugly, dirty, mean, dirty, and gloomy things are like the roots and shadows of trees, and the corpses of rotten animals and plants, buried under its feet, absorbing nutrients from it.
It is a sin that is not taken seriously.
Survival not understood.
A web that cannot struggle.
And the souls buried deep underground, never seen in the light of day, but unwilling to be ordinary.