The Two Proud Sky Dragons’ Shura Fields

Shen Xing, who was glared at by everyone, was stunned for a short time, but then smiled instead of anger.

"Jiang Fu, now you are just a wisp of soul, how long can you hang on?" Shen Xing smiled lightly, and looked around at these people with an unclear expression.

Then he turned his gaze to Pei Xiaoming, with a dangerous smile on his handsome face: "As for you, Pei Ming, who provoked the emperor so much, I don't know how many lives you have for you to act recklessly like this."

"Shen Xing, in your eyes, I, Jiang Fu, am so stupid that I dare to expose you when I'm not sure? Do you think I'm just showing off my tongue?" The remnant soul of the saint suddenly sneered.

When Shen Xing entered the temple today, unexpected things happened one after another, but he didn't change his expression. But after hearing Jiang Fu's words, he finally felt something was wrong.

Jiang Fu is indeed not a person who has no brains and only wants to show off his quick tongue. On the contrary, this woman is terribly smart.

Shen Xing didn't want to procrastinate any longer, he teleported directly in front of Pei Xiaoming, pinched his neck with both hands, and lifted him up vigorously.

The other hand formed a fist and slammed into Pei Xiaoming's abdomen extremely quickly.

"Amin!" Yue Xiuzhi shouted, and was about to step forward to stop him.

But Pei Ming held his left hand and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Sure enough, the moment before Shen Xing hit Pei Xiaoming, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, so painful that he immediately let go of Pei Xiaoming, his complexion contorted, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

But he is indeed a character. After a brief loss of control, he endured the severe pain, turned his head to look at the remnant soul of the saint, and gritted his teeth: "Jiang Fu, what did you do?!"

"My spiritual vein." The saint remnant soul smiled, "I added something for you."

"What did you add to that 'spiritual vein'?" Yue Xiuzhi beside him asked curiously the lover beside him.

"Some energy that clashes with Shen Xing... But it can't put him to death, it can only buy that kid some time." Pei Ming said.

The "spiritual vein" he gave to Shen Xing was not a spiritual vein at all, but a fake made by him. Not only is it extremely useless, but it is also extremely harmful.

It's not that he can't kill Shen Xing, but he is afraid that he will kill Shen Xing if he is not careful.

If so, Tiandao would have to quit.

After being put down by Shen Xing, Pei Xiaoming squatted on the ground and coughed a few times, then stood up as usual, but his gaze towards Shen Xing became even colder.

The figure of the saint became more and more blurred: "Shen Xing, you are right, I can't live long."

"But you can't even think about it!" She shouted loudly, just as she finished speaking, Shen Xing felt the pain in his heart redoubled again, causing his body to crouch uncontrollably and curl up.

With such a bad situation, Shen Xing couldn't stay here any longer, so he could only escape from the temple with his subordinates.

No one is chasing him, and now the devil emperor can leave by himself is the best ending, let alone a fierce battle if he catches up, 99% of them will not be able to please.

At the same time, the remnant soul of the saint has become a very faint phantom.

"Your Highness the Holy Maiden..." the First Elder looked mournful.

Everyone in the temple also watched sadly as the figure of the saint became more and more blurred.

"Saint!" Pei Xiaoming, who had been silent since the appearance of the remnant soul of the saint, finally couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "You're gone, what should Rong Jin do?!"

"Ah Jin..." the saint muttered.

"I failed him..." The voice became softer, and the remnant soul finally dissipated.

Pei Xiaoming's eyes were about to burst, but he could only watch her disappear.

He clenched his fists uncontrollably, his eyes darkened.

Yue Xiuzhi walked up to him and hugged him vaguely.

Pei Xiaoming couldn't see or feel anything.

Yue Xiuzhi sighed and retreated to Pei Ming.

He looked at the lover beside him, and his expression became extremely complicated again.

When Mingyue disappeared, you must have been more sad than him...

Pei Ming seemed to know what Yue Xiuzhi was thinking, turned around and pushed his lover against the corner of the wall, approached him, and pressed his forehead against his lover's forehead.

"Don't think about it, it's all over...huh?"

"Just like we lied to this kid now, you know, it's good for him." He comforted his lover softly.

Yue Xiuzhi turned his head to the side with a wry smile, and said, "But it's just in the name of doing what's best for him, and he didn't respect his choice at all..."

Pei Ming turned his lover's head back with his hand, the two looked at each other, and sighed: "You are always like this, you always want to get the best of both worlds... But if we don't do it, what will he do?"

"He is a god, and he keeps reincarnating in order to become a god. If he is killed this time, he will be reincarnated again, and he will have to face these. You have to know that momentary intolerance will not do him any good."

"Like me, too," he said.

He hugged his lover in his arms and said, "Don't think about it anymore, for me, these are all worth it."

"I have a whole life of more than 600 years, and I no longer feel sad or happy about anything, and I don't even know the meaning of living and existence. But I can finally be with you, and I begin to look forward to the next 6,000 years, six Thousands of years..."

...

Shen Xing absorbed Pei Ming's "spiritual veins", and the contradictory substances flowed throughout his body, especially the heart veins, which felt like splitting pains every day.

Even so, Shen Xing didn't want to let the two thorns in his eyes, Sheng Dian and Pei Xiaoming, go. But once he wants to do something that endangers the temple and Pei Xiaoming, the pain in his heart will intensify tenfold and a hundredfold.

This is the saint's obsession.

Therefore, Shen Xing could only temporarily put down the temple, and concentrate on clearing out the anti-inhibiting substances in his body, and opening the passage to the spiritual world.

But Pei Xiaoming couldn't let Shen Xing open this passage no matter what.

Therefore, the period when Shen Xing was injured was Pei Xiaoming's last chance.

But if Shen Xing was stopped, so what?

Pei Xiaoming sometimes thinks, can he stop this time, and can he stop it all the time?

The barrenness of the Demon Realm is the root cause. He is now in the Demon Realm. If he wants to stop the war between spirits and demons, then the entire Demon Realm will be his enemy.

This is irreconcilable. In the spirit world and the demon world, no one is right or wrong, only their positions are different.

When Pei Xiaoming was thinking about this, a white phantom also appeared in front of him.

"Pei Ming, you told me back then that only sentient gods can make the world develop." Tiandao said, "But now you can't even guarantee the safety of the world, so how can you talk about development?"

"I used to agree with your ideas, but now, you have also wavered."

"You know, I haven't wavered." Pei Xiaoming turned his head to look at Tiandao, his tone was indifferent but with firmness that cannot be ignored: "Just like you haven't wavered either."

...

Up to now, it is impossible to balance the resources of the two worlds of spirits and demons in one step.

Because the spirit world has so many resources that have lasted for tens of millions of years, people in the spirit world are definitely unwilling to let it suddenly balance with the devil world.

Moreover, it is impossible for Pei Xiaoming to go to the people of the Demon Realm and tell the people in the Demon Realm that launching a war of spirits and demons to plunder resources will lead to the loss of life, and huge losses in the spirit and demon worlds... This is simply a joke for the Demon Realm.

He can only stand in the perspective of the demon world first, and stabilize the demon world.

"In the past, my master taught me the art of deciphering the sky. Over the years, I have only scratched the surface. I am complacent if I can predict it... But I have seen it clearly.

Pei Xiaoming sat cross-legged in the secret room with his eyes closed.

"My current cultivation level is no worse than his, why can't I still do it?" He asked himself, rehearsing the technique of interpreting the sky over and over again in his heart.

The rules between heaven and earth are ubiquitous, the sound of the wind blowing past the ear is the rule of the wind, and the movement of the devil's energy in the body is the rule of the qi.

He meditated and tried over and over again, but he still couldn't understand it.

Day after day passed, someone outside the secret room began to spread the word: "My lord, the devil emperor is about to open the passage to the spirit world, come out quickly!"

No, not coming out... not yet.

People outside became more and more anxious, but Pei Xiaoming's heart became more and more calm.

"He's really talented." Pei Ming said, he and Yue Xiuzhi were in another residence at this time, and there was a water mirror in front of them, in which was Pei Xiaoming's current movements.

"I only controlled the rules after I became a god, but he has only reached the transcendental state through spiritual cultivation now." Pei Ming said.

"Will he succeed?" Yue Xiu's eyes showed concern.

"Who knows?" Pei Ming shrugged, "Even if he can comprehend the rules, but he can control the rules with a mortal body..."

It is almost impossible to survive.

If he really can't hold on later, the big deal is to save his primordial spirit and prevent him from entering reincarnation.

Pei Ming thought, although this is against the agreement of the Dao of Heaven, but people are going to die, so who cares about its agreement.

But...it's not impossible.

Look at his good fortune.

Pei Xiaoming didn't know that his every move was in the eyes of his master.

At this time, his heart and mind were emptied, but it seemed to be filled with things, noisy, clamoring, wanting to tell him something...

The sound became clearer and clearer, and finally merged into one.

It was a kind of incomparably grand and vast Sanskrit sound...

It seemed that there were golden pages constantly writing in his mind, he wanted to read the words on the pages clearly, he even wanted to pick up the book, but his mind felt like a cracking pain.

There was a loud noise outside, and Pei Xiaoming knew that it was the sound of the passage being opened.

He kept trying to hold the book, but once he touched it, his whole body ached like being burned by a raging fire.

Time and time again, although nothing could be seen from the outside, Pei Xiaoming felt his right arm.

Just now a mass of fire burned his whole body, especially his right arm, and he could clearly feel that the tongue of flame directly devoured his right arm.

Seeing Pei Xiaoming's distorted expression in the water mirror, Pei Ming knew that the punishment by the rules had already begun.

Pei Ming at the other end of the water mirror tensed his body, ready to save Pei Xiaoming's soul at any time.

Trying to control the rules with a mortal body will burn the soul like a fire.

I am a god, and these should have been controlled by me!

Pei Xiaoming felt ruthless in his heart, and grabbed the golden pages of the book.

Immediately, a fierce tongue of flame pierced into his bones, burning his soul.

Pei Ming's face changed, and the next moment he appeared in Pei Xiaoming's closed room, reaching out to rescue him.

But it was saved.

Pei Xiaoming's Yuanshen disappeared.

Pei Ming frowned. He didn't think that Pei Xiaoming's primordial spirit was burnt to dissipate. Firstly, the punishment by the rules would not be so fast. Secondly, the law of heaven could allow Pei Xiaoming to die physically, but it would not let his primordial spirit dissipate. Otherwise, you won't even be able to enter reincarnation.

After thinking for a moment, Pei Ming frowned.

—The kid succeeded.

But at this time, Pei Xiaoming's primordial spirit has entered the depths of time and space.

It's his first time here.

The magnificent universe, the bright stars, and the horizon seem to be written with golden rules.

"You came so early." Tiandao said to him beside him.

Pei Xiaoming ignored him, but flew to the sky, trying to touch those golden rules.

This time, the rules did not exclude him any more, but beat meekly, as if composing a movement for Pei Xiaoming that only belonged to him.

He flew slowly as if in a trance, touching the rules one by one.

But time and space suddenly trembled.

"The passage is about to open, you should go." Tiandao said, and waved Pei Xiaoming's Yuanshen down.

At this time, no one noticed, because his son of destiny understood the rules, and the figure of Tiandao itself became clearer again.

When Pei Xiaoming opened his eyes again, he returned to his body.

Naka's cultivation, which had not moved for a long time in the Guiyi Realm, suddenly broke down the barrier like a flood, and a beam of light shot up from him to the sky.

The thunder began to gather in the sky, and the momentum was extremely huge. Just when others were guessing who was crossing the catastrophe, Pei Xiaoming stretched out his finger, and the thunder catastrophe dissipated instantly.

He didn't stop any longer, but rushed to the crack without stopping.

The crack was surrounded by an extremely huge formation, which was a formation that fused the lives of nine hundred and ninety-nine people. There is a person standing in the center of the formation, fusing the power of the formation to open the crack.

There was a loud noise in the sky, and a hole had been opened in the crack.

The scene in the water mirror followed Pei Xiaoming to the front of the crack, and Yue Xiuzhi sighed suddenly when he saw the formation.

He could obviously save these people... but it was not allowed by the Dao of Heaven.

Naturally, Shen Xing noticed his appearance immediately.

"Pei Ming, since you're here, I won't have to take the trouble to kill you." Shen Xingdao also jumped up to the sky, and looked at Pei Xiaoming.

Pei Xiaoming didn't pay attention to him, but pointed at the formation again, and the entire formation disappeared as if it had been wiped away vigorously.

Even the crack in the air, like a spring that suddenly lost its tension, quickly closed, and the hole disappeared instantly.

Seeing that the formation disappeared, Shen Xing's face became extremely ugly.

He had prepared for so many years to build this formation, but now it was wiped out lightly by Pei Xiaoming.

"Today, you will die!"