Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

In the past, Li Muchen would probably have listened to Men Ji's words as a story.

After going through all kinds of things, he felt that what Men Ji said was probably true.

Demon and saint are just terms, and people in the world have their own preconceptions.

Who knows the real side?

Even he himself is always struggling in his heart, not knowing whether he is a demon or a fairy.

In the illusion, Li Muchen seemed to have seen the past and present life, seeing all things beautiful, and suddenly the heaven and earth collapsed; seeing the sun and moon shining brightly, and suddenly being swallowed by darkness; seeing the sky hanging high, and suddenly the ladder to the sky breaking; seeing Kunlun flowers blooming, and suddenly the mountains were covered with snow; The mother's kind face suddenly shimmered with blood, and her soul fell into the dark...

He didn't feel sad coming from it, and there was a depression in his chest that was difficult to dissipate.

"How's it going? Are you feeling the tears of compassion from Heavenly Lord?"

Men Ji stretched out her hand, and there was a drop-shaped crystal floating above her palm, crystal clear.

"Look, this is the crystallization of immortal tears. How beautiful!"

Li Muchen looked at that drop of tear, the sunlight shone on its crystal smooth surface, and all the mountains and rivers were reflected in it, as if there was another world inside, the misery and distortion of the world that Tianjun saw before his death.

Li Muchen's mood sank to the bottom, the feeling of sadness became stronger and stronger, and even the corners of his eyes began to become wet.

"Want to cry?" Men Ji saw Li Muchen's look and pretended to sympathize, but soon started laughing, "Giggle, giggle... Seeing you like this really makes me happy! Ah, I don't know why, I just like it. When I see others looking sad, especially those with a high level of cultivation like you, the sadder you are, the happier I will be! Hahahaha..."

"Immortal Tears...why are they here with you?" Li Muchen asked.

"Because I am a member of the Gong family! Immortal Tears are originally a thing of the Gong family and a relic of the saints. Starting from the first generation of saints, Yue Ji, the founder of Yaoxian Valley, it has been a tribute to all the saints of the past. The girl kept it. So, this thing should have been your mother's. Unfortunately, I took it away. Your mother lost the saint's token, so she is an unqualified saint. Hahaha... I said this, you Are you feeling more sad? Hahaha..."

Ji Ji looked very happy, as if she was really telling stories with her friends.

"Okay, that's the end of the story. I haven't talked so much to anyone for a long time. If you weren't Gong Lingyan's son, I would have killed you long ago. But after being poisoned by the Immortal Tears, you will become more and more It’s getting sadder and sadder. Ordinary people can cry their eyes out and be so sad in a few days, but you are a Three Tribulations Immortal, you won’t die, but if you don’t die like this, it will be sadder than death, right?”

"The only antidote to the Immortal Tears is the angry blood of the Heavenly Lord, which is often referred to as the blood of the Heavenly Demon. Before the fall of the Heavenly Lord, he experienced great wars, the largest of which took place in Huangze. Later, Yue Ji also It was Gong Yuerong, the first generation saint of the Gong family, who went deep into the wasteland to collect the residual blood energy of Tianjun, and then came here to establish the Medicine Immortal Valley, cultivating the blood energy with the help of spiritual grass, in order to regenerate Tianjun's bloodline."

"I have lived here for almost a hundred years, and my body has been nourished by the elixir with the blood of the demon all year round, so I am not afraid of the immortal tear poison in the Immortal Valley magic circle."

"And you, if you want to grieve less painfully, you have only two choices. The first is to die! But I will not let you die, I will let you live. Watching you sad and crying every day, the sadder you become, The happier I am, hehehe!”

"The second thing is to use my body to help you detoxify. This is also your only hope. As long as you obey and make me happy, I will let you live well, with my Baihua Yin Qi and your Tiangang Yang Qi. , and they can complement each other, so why not do it!”

"Ah, come on! I feel so excited when I think that you were born to Gong Lingyan! Come, come to grandma!"

Menji blew a gentle breath, and a gust of wind blew off the petals covering her body, revealing her graceful body.

The petals are flying like butterflies.

Ji Ji stands among the flying flowers, twisting her waist and limbs, vaguely enchanting, ecstatic.

"Why, my beauty can't impress you?"

Li Muchen lowered his head.

To be honest, the enchantment in front of him was irresistible, and the sadness in his heart made him suffer even more.

He could not resist this double temptation.

But his thoughts remained calm.

He knows who he is, what he should do and what he shouldn't do.

Some things are bottom lines that cannot be crossed; some good things are traps that cannot be touched.

Strong compassion brought a hint of anger to him.

Sadness means sadness with a weak heart;

Compassion means pity for all living beings in the world;

Anger is anger at the injustice of heaven;

Anger means anger that the common people will not fight for.

Li Muchen felt his blood begin to boil. In the sea of ​​flowers in front of him, there was no longer a voluptuous body surrounded by fluttering butterflies and petals, but a black figure in the vast green, singing and dancing wildly with a sword raised.

Dance of the devil!

And this time, more clearly than ever, I could see it.

The distant, vague spell that seemed to come from the depths of darkness also became clear.

As the devil danced, his blood boiled, and anger rose from the bottom of his heart. Finally, it exploded, and all the sadness trapped in his lungs was gone.

The dancing figure was getting closer and closer, overlapping with him.

All the spells finally converged into the word "kill".

The Xuan Ming Sword in his hand emits a strong black light.

The bright Yaoxian Valley suddenly fell into boundless darkness.

The petals disappeared from Minji's side.

Men Ji looked at Li Muchen in surprise, looking at the increasingly black sword in his hand.

"The devil has murderous intent! How could you..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Muchen spat out a short and gentle word:

"kill!"

An extremely strong sword energy, carrying boundless killing intent, passed through the entire Medicine Immortal Valley.

The mountain peak thirty miles away burst open.

The black light dissipated and the sunlight returned.

The flowers in the canyon turned to ashes.

The originally flat valley bottom now has a shockingly large crack, extending forward.

The mountain blocking the Yaoxian Valley has also been cut in half.

A crystal clear drop-shaped stone fell from the air and fell into Li Muchen's palm.

He held it gently.

It was an extremely tender feeling, as if I could see myself crying on my mother's shoulder.

The energy of compassion enters from the palms of the hands and enters the lungs along the meridians.

He felt sad again, but the angry blood of the demon in his body was once again aroused, rising from the bottom of his heart, dissipating all the compassion in his heart.

Three tribulations later, Li Muchen thought that his demonic heart was gone and his demonic blood had dissipated.

But now it seems that it is just hidden deeply.

These immortal tears can stimulate one's demon blood energy.

In the distance, in the crack at the end of the valley, Men Ji, who had withstood Xuan Ming's sword, was covered in blood, her appearance was completely ruined, and she looked like a demon.

"You...you really are...are..."

"No! Impossible...impossible..."

Men Ji pointed at Li Muchen, eyes wide open, with reluctance and disbelief, and her body slowly fell backwards.