Our villains don't want to be stepping stones

"Let's go, follow me to meet the demons with three layers of seals."

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, he didn't intend to block Fengling's consciousness.

It's really that this girl's origin is too mysterious, Ling Xiao didn't dare to reveal too many secrets before she found out her identity.

The villain, how much he died of Tuo Da.

"Buzz!"

The seal at the entrance of the third floor was quietly broken.

Thunder light flickered in Ling Xiao's eyes, and a whirlpool quietly filled his body.

According to his thinking, these three levels of demons must have stepped into the realm of the god king.

And since he was a great demon thousands of years ago, his methods must be extremely terrifying.

Even with the suppression of the Eight Desolation Glazed Tower, Ling Xiao had to be more cautious.

Endless darkness surged again, and as far as Ling Xiao could see, the darkness receded layer by layer, revealing a figure sitting cross-legged quietly.

That shadow was not considered huge, and there was no devilish energy emanating from his body, like a rock, motionless.

He was wearing a dilapidated cassock, and the Buddhist beads on his chest were not golden, but a kind of eerie white.

He was actually a monk with a handsome face!

Ling Xiao frowned slightly, and walked towards him slowly.

Mi Yong and Die Ying were beside him, both on guard.

Eight wilderness glazed pagodas, nine floors and nine demons.

The higher it goes, the stronger the cultivation base of this demon, and the greater its demonic nature.

Both being ancient monsters, Mi Yong and Duoying naturally felt the horror of this monster.

But at this moment, the demon monk still had his eyes closed, as if he didn't feel anyone approaching at all.

Even if it weren't for the breath exhaled from his nose, Ling Xiao would have thought that he had already perished in the endless years in this tower.

"Who are you?"

It wasn't until the three of Ling Xiao stood a few feet away in front of him that the demon monk's eyes slowly opened.

Those are a pair of... After going through the mundane world, Gujing's deep eyes have no waves.

There was a trace of golden light in it, but it disappeared in a flash.

"We are all sentient beings, and there is no difference between name and destiny."

The demon monk clasped his palms together and stood in front of his chest, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Amitabha."

"Since there is no difference, how can the master persist and not enter reincarnation?"

Ling Xiao smiled lightly, judging from the Buddha nature of this demon monk, he must have been an eminent monk in ancient times.

But why is he bewitched?

Are you willing to be silent in this endless darkness for hundreds or even thousands of years?

It proves that he has an attachment in his heart, can't let it go or... can't get it.

"Reincarnation and birth are the same. All kinds of evils are the kalpas I have to experience. Everything in this world is illusory, like dreams and bubbles, like electricity and dew."

The demon monk said indifferently, but looked at Mi Yong and Die Ying with surprise.

"Hehehe, the master sees it as broken, it's just that the world is filthy, why not come with me...to save people to the other shore?"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, this bald donkey's mouth is very hard, but if his thoughts are empty, why bother to discuss Buddhism with him?

This is just his temptation.

"Saving people to the other shore? If the poor monk is sinking in this troubled world, how can he save people from the other shore? The benefactor... just kidding."

"Don't eat soft ones? How about some hard ones?"

Ling Xiao sneered, and the aura of the heavenly demon surged all over his body, and he directly turned into a heavenly demon, and strode towards the demon monk.

"Since that's the case, then I will help the master to save this life and reincarnate!"

Chapter 223, Tai Xuan Dao Sect

"Heaven... Heavenly Demon?"

The demon monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his eyes were full of Buddha's light, and his eyes were full of magic, but there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Benefactor, wait... wait a minute!!"

"Huh? Didn't the master say that there is no difference between life and death?"

Ling Xiao's figure suddenly stopped in midair, and a smile obviously flashed in his eyes.

"The poor monk has one unfulfilled wish."

The demon monk stood up, with a flash of pain in his eyes.

"Hehe, what is the wish? Could it be the master's obsession to become a demon?"

Ling Xiao nodded and smiled, he had long seen that the demon monk had Daoism in his heart.

This attachment is immortal, and it is difficult for him to enter reincarnation.

"How about becoming a demon, and how about becoming a Buddha? The person in my heart is dead, I should have let her go, but I... can't let go of the hatred in my heart!"

The demon monk began to have an aura of magic all over his body, and that golden eye gradually turned blood-colored.

Boundless devilish energy swept across his body, and even the bone rosary on his chest shone with strange blood.

The person in my heart is dead?

No wonder.

From a Buddha to a demon, one must have experienced great suffering and great comprehension.

It's just that Ling Xiao didn't expect that an eminent monk would turn into a demon because of emotion.

"Where is the hatred in Master's heart?"

"It's not in this world anyway."

The demon monk sighed, and took a deep look at Na Miyong and Duoying.

He was originally a human body with supreme Buddha nature, and he should have become the leader of Buddhism.

Unexpectedly, under that lantern, an evil relationship was formed by mistake.

She is a hibiscus practicing in the wild.

After attaining the Tao and transforming into form, he has not been infected with cause and effect, and has not formed evil obstacles, but he cannot escape a demon name.

The demon fell in love with the monk, and the monk wanted to save her demon body, but on the day Hibiscus became enlightened, he was discovered by the Buddhist sect, cut off her spiritual roots, cut off her spiritual roots, and did not enter reincarnation and cultivate karma.

On that day, there was a demonic energy in the Buddhist sect, and the blood was like a sea.

A generation of holy monks, who were obsessed with love, called themselves... innocent.

Can…

In this temple, there is no more her.

"If you are willing to follow, I will help you step out of this tower and this world, and settle your grievances."

Ling Xiao's face was always calm, and the demon monk finally bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Fate and hatred, the poor monk crosses by himself. If the benefactor can take the poor monk out of this world, the poor monk can fulfill the benefactor's three wishes."

"Three wishes? Hehe, let me help you lift the seal first, and you can practice here on weekdays."

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the imprint in his hand changed, and he saw the bone rosary on the demon monk's chest suddenly bloom with golden light, sacred and strange, indescribably strange.

"Thank you."

The demon monk just bent towards Ling Xiao indifferently, as if everything in this world was illusory in his eyes.

I can't understand it, and I can't let it go.

"You two, practice too."

Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Mi Yong and Die Ying, who disappeared in place in a flash.

This demon monk is a bit interesting.

It's just that he doesn't know if the person he hates is still alive, and what state he is in.

As for the three wishes...

If I can save you, I can kill you.

If you have attachments in your heart, it is a flaw.

...

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

It's just that this half month has been the most chaotic period in the eastern border of the Holy State in the past century.

Countless ancient sects were involved in disputes for no reason. Every day, monks died on the land of Eastern Xinjiang.

Clouds shrouded the sky, and the land, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, finally ushered in a mountain rain.

Somewhere, in an unknown space.

A graceful figure stood in the air, dressed in a red and black imperial robe, swaying in the wind.

At its feet, there are countless soldiers in golden armor, hundreds of thousands of them.

And at the end of the line of sight, a ten thousand zhang city wall rose from the ground, piercing the sky.

"Emperor, Yunxiao City, we're here."

Beside him, a tall and straight middle-aged man in black armor stood respectfully, his eyes were as bright as the scorching sun, and the aura around him was also indescribably terrifying.

"kill."

The red-robed empress nodded slightly, her face was covered with a golden mask, and her clear eyes exposed under the mask were like a clear spring, which was soul-stirring.

"Yes!!"

The black armored warrior saluted respectfully, turned around and was about to leave.

At this moment, the empress' eyes suddenly trembled, and she almost couldn't stand still.

"vomit."

"Emperor!!!"

The ferocious Iron-Blooded Army suddenly stopped and looked at Emperor Ying in the mid-air in panic, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You lead them to continue to attack the city. Within three days, I want to see the head of that Lord Yunxiao."

The red robe empress took a deep breath, and Qianying disappeared in an instant.

It wasn't until her figure appeared in a magnificent ancient mountain temple, that a pair of frost-like bright eyes flashed a touch of surprise.

what happened?

With her state, how could she suddenly feel dizzy and palpitations?

She had never experienced this feeling at all.

Could it be... someone poisoned it?

But what kind of poison in this world can hurt her at all?

There are still a hundred years left, that is, the Thousand Sect Conquest, if they lose again this time, the Eternal Immortal Dynasty will come to an end.

Maybe it's because I'm a little tired recently, and I've slept a lot.

"Hey... I hope you can cut off the love disaster in this life and help me step into that realm."

The Temple of Ten Thousand Dao, above the square.

Countless disciples looked solemn, looking at the three figures standing in front of the hall with awe in their eyes.