"Can you confirm her identity?"

While flying, Lu Chuan's mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I was born after the war between gods and demons, how could I know such an ancient existence?"

Lu Chuan frowned and couldn't help asking: "But you have inherited some memories too!"

"You know it's some, not all!"

The Lord of the Spirit of the Shrine was not good at speaking, "But it is definitely a means of the gods to be able to influence my mind without realizing it."

Lu Chuan curled his lips secretly.

What this said seems to be the Lord of the Shrine is raising his own value. If it weren't for the gods' actions, they would be sorry for their identity.

"Is it a human race?"

Lu Chuan asked again.

"Most so!"

The Lord of the Spirit of the Shrine said in silence, "It is possible to convert the power of the blood path to oneself and repair the body. This is the ability of the Chaos Demon God.

But looking at the style of the coffin, it should be the funeral of your human race, and she hasn't attacked you yet.

All signs show that even if she is not a human race, she has a great connection with the human race, and is even one of the creative gods of your human race."

"What if it is?"

"If so, by doing so, he is already the first-class gods and demons, and he is probably one of your human sages!"

Hearing this, Lu Chuan's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Don't think too much!"

The Lord of the Spirit of the Shrine seemed to have seen something and said meaningfully, "Since she said that the demonic weapon was refined by herself, she is more likely to be a human race.

As far as I know, the method of refining this demonic weapon is precisely the hand of your human race.

Of course, there are countless tribes in the heavens, almost like the stars in the vast sea, among which there are many powerful tribes who master the method of refining demon weapons.

But there are too few clues, so I cannot determine the root of it.

But one thing is certain…”

Om Long!

Before he finished speaking, thunder rolled, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sky light suddenly became dimmed, like a piece of heavy lead suddenly falling, covering the sun, making the heart dark and undepressed.

"What's going on?"

Even though he was in Lu Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness and was distracted, the Lord of the Shrine clearly felt the strange feeling of discomfort, which made such a strong man almost feel dizzy and vomiting and weak.

Even the distraction trembled and almost collapsed.

"The sky has changed!"

Lu Chuanyang looked at the sky with a faint voice.

It’s not that the sky has changed, but that the sky has changed, and the meaning is completely different!

"There will be a big change in the Valley of Whisper!"

The Lord of the Lizhi Spirit took a light breath, and his voice trembled a little.

Lu Chuan said in a deep voice: "Now is it enough to refine the demonic weapons?"

"It was not enough, but it was enough to add the remains left by the Chaos Demon God Garoshi, and it was especially successful, but..."

The Lord of the Shrine was confident in his tone, but as he spoke, he hesitated a little, "Are you sure you don't use the body of the demon god to refine the demon god's weapons?

You know, this is the real Chaos Demon God!

Once the demon weapon is forged, the power it contains will be more powerful than imagined. Even before ancient times, such demon weapon is extremely rare."

"Need not!"

Lu Chuan shook his head firmly and said indifferently, "Although I don't know why Garoshi passed on his life's memories to me at the last moment, this owes a huge amount of cause and effect.

Moreover, too much is too little, and you should not take too much of everything.

With my current strength, it is extremely difficult to refine the demonic weapon. If I force it, I will be in vain!"

"Yes, just by your boy's character, you can see that you are a person who does big things!"

The Lord of the Shrine praised him and sighed a little, "If it were the past..."

"Even if you knew how to keep a low profile back then, you might not be able to succeed. After all... you were targeted by so many old monsters!"

Lu Chuan mercilessly exposes the fantasy of the Lord of the Shrine.

"you……"

The Lord of the Shrine was so angry that he hid in the corner and drew circles. He muttered something in his mouth, kept mumbling, as if he was autistic.

Obviously, it wants to be quiet!

"Maybe, it's time to end!"

Lu Chuan looked at the dark clouds in the sky from afar, his eyes flashed, as if he felt something. Then he rushed towards the distance without looking back, and turned into a light spot in a blink of an eye and disappeared.

...

At the same time, in the Valley of Wumang, in an unattainable corner, there was a spring scene, birds singing and flowers scenting, like a mysterious place like a fairyland on earth.

Dingdong!

The sound of the piano is swaying, like a pearl falling from a jade plate, or like a loud sound. It sounds faintly, and it seems to contain thunder, waves, and turbulent flows, which are vast or small, but they cover all kinds of rhythms.

But what is surprising is that the sound of the piano not only does not seem messy, but it exudes a bit refreshing and can't help but immerse itself in it.

This is not a confusion or illusion, but a peerless method to integrate music and even the great way into it.

But among the lush mountains, there was a small courtyard full of ancient charm, with strange flowers and plants, a rockery lake, and koi swimming in the lake, and cruising happily with the piano sound.

In the pavilion by the lake, a beautiful figure in plain clothes sat upright, and a pair of jade hands were slender and ten fingers, as if pearls fell on the jade plate. The fingers were pointed on the invisible strings, revealing a series of sounds with a very special charm.

Zheng!

Suddenly, just as the day changed, it seemed that the wind was coming, and the strings of the piano broke. Suddenly, the thunder arc with great power flashed and disappeared on the surface of the piano.

"Why……"

The beautiful figure murmured lightly, staring at the bloody marks gradually disappearing on the index finger. When the black eyebrows were slightly frowned, she raised her head as if she was conscious and looked at a path halfway up the mountain.

There was a golden and beautiful figure there, like an elf in the mountain jumping over.

Twist!

Qianying came straight to the courtyard, and pink and white fists knocked on the courtyard door, but before the owner inside responded, she pushed open the door and jumped in.

"Oh, it turns out that the master is at home, and people think there is no one!"

While talking, Qianying had already arrived at the pavilion, and she didn't even look at the frightened koi in the small lake. She looked at the woman in the pavilion and said, "Sister is so beautiful."

"You are beautiful too!"

The woman smiled, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if she was worried.

"No, right!"

Qianying shook her head repeatedly.

"What's wrong?"

The woman asked subconsciously.

Qianying put her hands on her back, shook her head, and said seriously: "According to the habits of the human race, my sister should say that it is not a good idea to have friends coming from afar!"

"This is mine!"

The woman nodded slightly, and actually recognized what the other party said.

"Or... let's do it again?"

Looking at the little girl with serious face, the woman's black eyebrows became deeper and deeper, as if she had endless sorrow.

"Oh, my sister is so beautiful, so I should smile more!"

The girl made a face, as if she was comforting the woman in her own unique way, "Smile, ten years old!

My sister said, right?"

"What my sister said is extremely true!"

The woman gently pulled her hair on her forehead, her eyes were as light as stars, as light as water, reflecting the girl's appearance, as if she wanted to see her in her bones, she gently opened her red lips and said, "It's just... how can the bad guy be happy?"

"Oh, is my sister talking about Tongtong?"

The girl held her heart and was about to cry, "Tongtong is so sad!"

"There is a breath of Liushang on you!"

The woman shook her head slightly and said lightly, "So... are you his Son of God?"
To be continued...