The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 120 Am I ugly? Why don’t you come to see me?

Shang Yanran’s statement is the most reasonable.

Even though the Blood Lord is forever trapped in the demonic realm, succumbing to inner demons and turning into a troll, he still maintains a trace of humanity and chooses to renounce himself from the world rather than bring harm to the common people.

　　Everyone present was moved.

 The admiration for the Blood Lord has reached another level.

Even the Great Buddha can't do it, but the Blood Lord can do it.

“No!” Canary looked at the Wanshu Gate and wanted to go, but she couldn’t get any closer. “I don’t want blood beads to cut off my heart!”

 She was originally a carefree canary on Jiupan Mountain.

How has she gotten used to separation in this world?

 The person she left behind is still her childhood sweetheart.

"Is there any way to save the blood beads?" Canary turned her head and looked at Shang Yanran, with a pleading look on her face, "I beg you."

Shang Yanran seemed to have thought of something, and a sad look flashed in her eyes: "Now that the Blood Lord has cut off his heart, the Blood Demon has dissipated... I have a method that may be able to save him.

 But...the one who was saved might be the Blood Demon. "

 Everyone present was silent.

With a complex expression on his face, Bai Ze finally said, "If he were to be resurrected into a terrifying blood demon, wouldn't that be contrary to his mentor's wishes?

 Is there no other way? "

Shang Yanran said: "My mentor has cut off his heart, and the blood demon he revives will not be a real terrifying blood demon, but an ordinary inner demon."

 “Save!” the little old man Nangong Dagou said firmly.

 “Help!” Foolish people are always taciturn.

“My mentor taught me the secret of teaching to keep me alive, so today I will do something for my master!”

 Hearing these firm words, a sad smile appeared on Shang Yanran's face.

The mentor rescued in this way will also be a blood demon, or a mentor?

 In the end, these people still chose to save.

"This method is recorded on the tablet of destiny. I originally thought I wouldn't be able to use it, but I didn't expect...to use it today." Shang Yanran took out the tablet of destiny.

After she obtained the Stone of Destiny, although it was too late to save her mentor, she still did not give up trying to save the Blood Lord through the Stone of Destiny.

There is a record in it: if the blood owner cuts off his heart and is cut off from the devil, there will be a glimmer of hope for salvation.

“Among the ten thousand gates, there is a gate named...the gate of ten thousand demons.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the Gate of Ten Thousand Shus are not in the same space.

 However, to a certain extent, they are common.

 If someone enters it, they may be able to see the Blood Lord.

If it is a call, it can transfer the true energy and possibly wake up the Blood Lord. "

 This is the rescue method recorded on the destiny stone half a month ago.

Through the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, the blood lord who has cut off his heart veins can be awakened and the true essence can be transferred.

 “No problem.” Nangong Dagou said.

Canary also looked at Wanshu Gate with excitement on her face. She remembered what Xue Zhuzi said in her heart, and her eyes became firm: "Xue Zhuzi..."

Shang Yanran continued: "But... if you step into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, you will be cursed by ten thousand demons and endure endless pain.

This kind of pain may not be comparable to the pain of being bitten by ten thousand demons, but it is still extremely painful and cannot be endured by humans.

Not only that, after the curse of all demons, entering... may become extremely ugly and annoying.

Every living creature will feel disgusted when seeing it and want to kill it!

 Even the closest people, the most intimate lovers, will be disgusted and want to kill them!

 Even the inner demons of chaos will hate this kind of ugliness. "

Shang Yanran said, looking at Canary specifically.

 Canaries love beauty the most. This is a fact that everyone on the court knows.

Entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, you will become extremely ugly when you come out.

That kind of ugliness is on a regular basis and cannot be changed.

"How to enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons?" Canary asked as if she didn't hear what Shang Yanran said.

The fool smiled and said, "He's just a stinker."

Nangong Dagou gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay if the name doesn't sound good. I'll have to look ugly in the future. I'll take pity on my handsome face."

Bai Ze also said, "I'll go too."

The fourteen people present, except for Shang Yanran, did not flinch and were willing to go to the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Shang Yanran said: "Husband, you can't go. Your cultivation level is second only to mine. You need to open the gate of all monsters with me and send them in!"

When Bai Ze heard this, his expression changed again and again, and finally he said: "Okay."

Canary looked at Wanshu Gate with expectation in her eyes.

 Blood beads...will you also hate me after I become ugly?

 …

 The time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago.

 In the gate of Wanshu.

 Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

His whole body has almost become completely demonized.

Refined the source of evil into supernatural powers, and his soul has been completely transformed into a demon.

 At this time, there was only a trace of clarity left in Qiyuan.

However, he was not panicked at all.

 Instead, he looked puzzled and muttered to himself.

 “What’s my trump card?”

 “Why did I choose to enter the Gate of Wanshu?”

“Why should I refine evil sources into magical powers?”

 “That’s strange, why can’t I remember it?”

The body is rapidly turning into a demon, but at this moment, Qi Yuan seems extremely calm.

“Oh, I have practiced the Qi Yuan Jing too much, and my memory has become worse. At this critical moment, I actually forgot my trump card, the path I want to take!”

Qi Yuan vaguely remembered that at first, he didn't want to develop the magical power of the virtual world's master, Heart Demon Yin.

 As a result, it seemed that he thought of something and started practicing.

“No way, the game failed because of my bad memory?”

 If this is the case, it would be too outrageous.

 Just like a person who has a bad memory and prepares to cultivate immortality, but ends up unable to remember the magic method for cultivating immortality. He has no powerful talent and cannot practice.

 “That’s not right…”

 Suddenly, Qi Yuan was stunned for a moment.

 A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

 “I remember what my path is!”

 “No, I forgot again.”

I don’t know how long it took, but Qi Yuan’s eyes burst out with light.

 “I understand!”

 He did not think of it, nor could he remember it, but he understood it.

 The biggest problem with "Qi Yuan Jing" is that he will become mentally disturbed and have poor memory.

Qi Yuan has always felt that his spirit is normal.

 I have a bad memory, but it is real.

 Forgetfulness...is his path, his essence, and his original supernatural power.

 The pain that hurt me is unbearable, forget it!

 My misery is hard to accept, forget it!

 Forget the pain, then there will be no pain.

 Forget that this is a real world and treat it as a game world, then... the knives issued by the world will not be so real.

 All along, Qi Yuan has practiced forgetfulness.

 Forgetting means escaping or escaping.

　Some things are just good to forget.

 “When I suddenly understand my way, I forget about others and myself!”

This is Qi Yuan’s original magical power.

 The Great Forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra!

 At this moment, Qi Yuan forgot everything.

 He forgot that he had entered the gate of Wanshu.

 He forgot that he had condensed the source of evil into magical power.

 He forgot that he had swallowed up all his inner demons and became a blood demon.

  【You have realized the origin, and your ability to forget is +99999. 】

 His body shape also changed at this moment.

 It seems that because of forgetting, nothing happened in Qi Yuan's mind.

 “Master Dao forgot!”

"Hahaha!"

The body that was originally possessed by inner demons dissipated at this moment, as if time had returned to before he just entered this place.

 The eyes of the mummy showed an expression of emotion: "What are you doing? How could you...become a human again?

 What kind of magical power is this? Going back in time is impossible. How could such an original magical power appear in you? "

With the mummy’s knowledge, he can only attribute the scene in front of him to the magical power of time and space.

 However, how can a little person who has just entered the Five Realms realize such original magical power?

Totally impossible?

"Time travel?" Qi Yuan was surprised, "I am not traveling back in time."

 “Then what are you talking about?” asked the mummy unwillingly.

“I also forgot what kind of magical power this is.” Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

 “You…” The mummy was angry.

"Oh... who are you?" Qi Yuan looked at the mummy on his back, "Does this mummy exist here? No, it doesn't seem to exist."

 “No…” The mummy’s face showed a look of fear for the first time.

 Because of Qi Yuan's thoughts, he suddenly discovered that his body was gradually becoming transparent and seemed to be dissipating in this world.

 He is an inner demon and will not disappear, but will only merge with other inner demons.

 But now, he has really disappeared.

"What on earth are you..." the mummy roared, "You have already condensed the original magical power, why can you condense the second original magical power?"

 He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t understand at all.

 The Buddhist country where he was born is also a big world with many strong people gathered.

 Even the supreme Buddha cannot combine the two original divine powers.

"What, I already have the original magical power, why don't I remember it? This is my original magical power."

 The prototype of the "Great Forgetting Heart Sutra" was formed at this moment.

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.

　Since there is nothing, where can the dust be caused? "

Qi Yuanruo has something to think about.

 “Inner demons… don’t exist!”

 “I...forgot you!”

 “No, you don’t exist!”

Following Qi Yuan’s thoughts, the mummy finally became completely transparent and disappeared.

In the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, the hundreds of millions of ferocious inner demons all showed fearful expressions, and their bodies gradually became transparent and finally disappeared.

 In the huge Wanshu Gate, the demon realm is empty, without any inner demons.

 Qi Yuan sat on the steps.

"Forgetting... is the most terrifying thing in the world." A look of doubt and confusion flashed across his eyes.

 He felt that something important was slowly disappearing.

The world is vast, among the thousands of gates and thousands of steps, a man in red robe is sitting there, frowning and thinking about something.

 Forget, forget others, and forget yourself.

This is the limit of forgetfulness.

 His figure gradually became transparent.

　　　It seems that he also wants to forget himself.

 The catastrophe also came into being at this time.

 However, Qi Yuan had already forgotten it.

 He has forgotten who he is.

 He forgot where he came from.

 He forgot where he was going.

　　He sits withered in the gate of ten thousand people.

 He seemed to forget everyone, as if everyone wanted to forget him.

 He will also forget himself.

 Suddenly, the motionless **** robe moved: "Who am I?"

There was a flash of color in his eyes, which eventually disappeared and turned into a handsome man in a **** robe sitting on the steps.

 The years passed between his fingers, and he still sat in the same place, not waking up again for who knows how many years.

The empty Wanshu Gate is silent and has no color except for him.

 As if this world would also forget him.

Suddenly, a ray of light came in, and an urgent voice came: "Blood beads! Blood beads!"

The **** robe still had his eyes closed and remained motionless.

“Xue Zhuzi, I have come to see you in person, and you still haven’t come to greet me...ahem.”

 Blood was flowing, and terrifying lines were spreading on the girl's face.

She stood in the empty Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and stretched out her hand towards the blood-red figure.

 “Blood beads, blood beads!”

The girl walked forward, and there was an abyss in front of her.

An urgent voice came: "Canary, don't go forward. Senior Sister Yanran said that this is the limit. If you go any further, you will suffer pain like the gate of ten thousand beasts!"

Canary seemed not to hear it. She tried her best to get close to the figure, trying to wake him up.

She stepped in, and a deep pain hit her. She smiled miserably: "Xue Zhu, is this the pain you endure? I feel it too."

Canary covered her face, and the word "demon" appeared on her face like a snake spreading.

She didn’t want Xue Zhuzi to wake up and see her like this.

She walked forward, covering her face with one hand, and shouted: "Xue Zhuzhu, you said you would find me at the end of time!"

“If you can’t do it, I will come to you personally!”

 Empty world, empty heart.

 During the catastrophe, Qi Yuan in the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra was unable to see or hear anything at all.

 Because, this level of original magical power cannot be possessed by any monk.

The Heavenly Tribulation will "collect" the monk and turn "him" into the origin and a rule of this world.

 But... after stepping into the foundation, Qi Yuan's ears could hear some inexplicable whispers.

This kind of hearing even broke through the blockade of the heavenly tribulation.

 Suddenly, the blood-red robe opened his eyes.

 “Blood beads?”

 “Who is this?”

 “Who are you calling?”

 He looked over, his eyes seemed to have passed through the gate of ten thousand people, and he saw a girl with scars all over her body.

 For some reason, his heart ached inexplicably.

　　　【Canary, your childhood sweetheart, you love her very much. 】

 “Childhood sweethearts?”

 Qi Yuan's consciousness was a little blurry.

 He looked at himself.

　　【Qi Yuan, you describe yourself as the origin of all things.

 Now, you are going through a catastrophe.

Your original magical power is too powerful, and heaven does not want you to exist in the world. 】

 “I am Qi Yuan?”

 Qi Yuan's mind suddenly became clear.

 The catastrophe also dissipated at this moment.

 Original magical power, the Great Forgetting Heart Sutra, accomplished!

At this time, a special symbol was also formed between heaven and earth. Qi Yuan watched the symbol float to the Wanshu Gate and engraved it on the door.

Qi Yuan looked towards the Wanshu Gate and saw that the door looked like a piece of paper with seals, densely covered with strange symbols.

Now, there is one more symbol, left by Qi Yuan.

 Qi Yuan was too lazy to look at the symbols on the Gate of Ten Thousands of People. His eyes looked toward the abyss. Through the abyss, he saw the ethereal figure.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, he could only see a rough outline, but he knew who it was.

 “The great forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra is forgetfulness.”

 “The canary never forgets.”

 “I don’t want to forget, so I don’t forget.”

 “Forgetting and not forgetting.”

 “Forget this world, never forget the canary.”

Qi Yuan had something in mind.

 “The reflection is over...Is it time to leave?”

Qi Yuan had a premonition that the Wanshu Gate would disappear soon and he would return to the world.

This time he realized the origin and gained a lot.

Two original magical powers.

 The first type is the inner demon that dominates the virtual world.

 Once the magical power comes out, inner demons arise.

 The second type is the Great Forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra.

 Forgetfulness is the way.

 After successfully realizing the origin, he should leave this world as he did several times before.

 And this time, it may be the last time he realizes the origin.

 In other words, he cannot go back to the past, nor can he see the canary again, nor can he see those who awakened him.

 He didn’t know what price those people paid.

 But he knew it would be absolutely unbearable.

 “Canary…”

 “You and I are separated by… tens of thousands of years.”

 "When we meet again...maybe we will meet again, dust to dust, dust to dust?"

Qi Yuan was naturally unwilling.

  Time, fate... these will eventually be conquered by him!

At this moment, an inky black spot suddenly appeared in Qi Yuan’s hand.

 This is the most precious ability he has realized after entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Souls.

 The power of reincarnation!

 It is said that only Yin gods can enter reincarnation.

 Some Zifus also have a certain probability of entering reincarnation.

“You have awakened me, and the power of reincarnation... will be given to you!”

 “I hope we can meet again in the next reincarnation!”

 …

On the Qise Peak, while practicing, Jiang Lingsu opened his eyes.

 “I seemed to have forgotten something just now.”

 She clutched her chest, a look of confusion flashed in her eyes.

At this time, a thunder suddenly came from the top of Qise Peak, and it seemed to be coming towards Qise Peak.

Thunder is ordinary, just like the most ordinary thunder.

Above the White Jade Palace on the top of the peak, a cold white light soared into the sky, collided with the thunder, and finally disappeared.

 Jiang Lingsu had a strange look in his eyes: "This thunder...is it thunder from the sky?

 Just now, was it Master who took action?

 What a pity, it was too fast, and the master’s strength could not be seen at all. "

 She looked at the wooden house not far away.

 It was quiet in the wooden house, without any sound.

 “Senior Brother isn’t playing games again, is he?”

“If he plays here for decades, I’m afraid the Shenguang Sect will find out about this person!” Jiang Lingsu didn’t think much and continued to practice.

 …

 The ends of the earth and the ends of the earth.

 Hundreds of years have passed since the last time the Wanshu Gate appeared.

 Today’s ends of the earth are empty.

There are few people here.

Wanshu Gate has long since disappeared, and there is an extra wooden house on the boulder by the sea.

 Facing the sea, but the flowers have not yet bloomed.

The ancient mirror on the mirror table has long been broken into pieces, and the broken lenses reflect a flawless white face.

 The face on the left side was obscured by a layer of black gauze.

The girl's hands were shaking and she couldn't hold the eyebrow pencil firmly. She couldn't even draw the simple makeup.

She looked at herself in the mirror and seemed to be dressing herself up very seriously.

 Suddenly, a stone broke the window and fell into the house.

 A seagull flew away in disgust.

 The pen in the girl's hand fell, and her voice sounded like she was crying: "I'm so stupid, I can't even put on makeup well. It's so... ugly!"

 She covered the left side of her face, unwilling to look at her face.

I don’t know how long it took, but she finally finished putting on her makeup.

She looked at the place where Wanshu Gate disappeared, with a hint of grievance in her voice: "Am I ugly? Why don't you come to see me?"

ps: Sometimes for the sake of the plot, there will be a little bit of abuse in the front. Don’t worry, you will know the scale. The rest will be pure and cool, and the abuse will not always be there!

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