Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

When Xia Qingshan spoke, there was an uproar.The monks present were all people who had experienced great storms and waves, but when they heard the words of head Xia, they were either taken aback or whispered to their friends.In the entire venue, Qin Shutong was the only one sitting on the seat with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Quiet!" Xia Qingshan roared, "The new and old magic cultivators are not the same. The old magic cultivators are just practicing differently from us. After so many years, it's time to distinguish between the two."

"It is indeed as Sect Leader Xia said," behind him, a man walked slowly in front of everyone.Just by meeting each other, everyone recognized that this person was the Mozun's disciple——Han Feng.

"We, the old demon cultivators, also know that the new demon cultivators are extremely vicious, so we have captured all the new demon cultivators in the territory and brought them to the Ten Fang Lei. From then on, the Cangming Realm will open its doors wide, and no new demon cultivators will be accepted at the same time. build."

"So, where's the demon head?" a monk asked coldly.Everyone in the world knows that Han Feng was brought up by Wei Buming. Now that he speaks nicely, who knows if he will cheat for personal gain.

Han Feng looked at the monk and said in a deep voice, "Wei Mo... the head is the same."

Wei Buming, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, was awakened by the exclamation of the boy and girl next door.He slowly opened his eyes, and saw two hulking monks open the door, dragged himself to kneel down in front of Shifang Lei.Around him, there were all the new demon cultivators kneeling on the ground with their spiritual power sealed, looking at the righteous monks with different expressions in front of them.Wei Buming thought for a while, but decided to show a decent smile.But I didn't want the monks in the front row to tremble in fright when they saw it, and dragged their seats back half a step.

Wei Buming: Is it because I am so handsome that these people feel inferior?

Just when Wei Buming started to think about how terribly handsome he was, a crisp voice that belonged to a teenager suddenly came out from the crowd.A round-faced boy came out from among the disciples of Zizai Sect. He stared at Wei Buming for a moment, and said bluntly:

"The Demon Lord has always shown people with a bronze mask, and no one in the world knows his appearance. If so, how can you prove that this is the Demon Guard and not some scapegoat, and considering that you are the direct disciple of the previous Demon Lord."

Although the young man was asking questions to Head Xia and Han Feng, his eyes were fixed on Wei Buming.Although the monks present only regarded him as a leader who relied on connections, this question was asked on everyone's minds.Therefore, everyone looked at the only two people standing on the ten square thunder in the field.

Wei Buming stared at the young man with a froze smile, stared down at the stone steps and remained silent.He thought to himself, how could Zizaimen, who had a blood feud with Wei Mozun, not be present at such an important gathering.As the head of the sect, how could Song Xi not attend?

"Indeed, according to my status, there is indeed a possibility of finding a 'scapegoat'." Han Feng smiled, and suddenly pulled out a three-foot-long bone knife from the spirit bag. "The spirit knife recognizes the owner, we can't prove his identity, but this knife can."

The hulking monk cut Wei Buming's skin with a knife, and bright red blood dripped on the long knife.In an instant, the long knife trembled in the cultivator's hand, and a dazzling white light shone all over his body.

Looking at this scene, Song Xi's eyes widened and his complexion was pale.The fellow practitioner standing beside him was so frightened that he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, but Song Xi stopped him in the air before he even touched his forehead.

"I'm not feeling well, let's go back to the boat and rest first." Putting this sentence aside, I ignored the shouts of fellow practitioners behind me.Song Xi buried his head and left the venue on his own.

From the beginning to the end, Wei Buming didn't raise his head, or even struggled.He just let the monk press himself and cut his skin, let the long knife recognize the master, and listened to Song Xi's panicked footsteps gradually moving away, but he didn't do anything.

Fortunately, Shen Qinghuan didn't come, Wei Buming thought to himself.It would be really embarrassing if he came and saw himself like this.Faced with such a critical situation, Shen Qinghuan was actually on Wei Buming's mind.It was at this moment that he finally understood how important the other party was to him.

It's just that it seems a little late.Wei Buming smiled wryly.

The sky was getting cloudy, with purple lights shining overhead from time to time.The two who were still standing on the ring had already left Shifang Lei.The scene in front of him was actually exactly the same as what he saw in his dream.

There was the sound of teeth chattering in his ear, Wei Buming slowly shook his head, but it was the girl trembling holding her two younger brothers.Looking at the tears in the corner of her eyes, Wei Buming wanted to reach out to wipe away the tears for him, but when he moved, he remembered that his hands were behind his back and he couldn't move at all.I had to whisper:

"It's okay, the three of you stay away from everyone, especially me, Shifang Lei won't strike you."

The girl was taken aback and said, "Master Mozun, what did you say?"

"I say."

"boom!"

Huge thunder came down from the clouds, interrupting Wei Buming's words before he could speak.The dazzling white light in front of his eyes engulfed the whole world, his eyes hurt so badly, Wei Buming couldn't help closing his eyes, feeling the thunder coming down.

"Boom boom boom!"

Countless thunder roared down, surrounded by the screams of demon cultivators and the smell of burning objects.A bolt of lightning hit his hands, Wei Buming lost feeling in his hands, his throat was sweet, he raised his head and swallowed the blood back into his throat.

Outside the arena, looking at such a grand scene, Xia Qingshan stroked the beard on his chin, feeling that all these years, the bad breath in his heart has also been chopped clean by these demonic cultivators.Glancing at the expressionless Han Feng beside him, Xia Qingshan said flatly:

"Don't make such an expression, after you understand this matter, take Xia Gui from the Zizai Gate to the Xuanming Realm."

The thunder made an appointment for a cup of tea, and the roar was accompanied by the screams of the monks.Xia Qingshan watched the electric light gradually dim from dazzling, and the screams gradually became rarer.Feeling that Ma Shan was about to end, he tidied up his clothes a little and prepared to start the next wonderful speech.

The last huge lightning struck under the thunder from ten directions, Xia Qingshan looked at the empty field, his face froze with a smile.The sacrificial altar was empty, or it should have been empty, but now there were people kneeling on the altar.Not only a few weak demon cultivators, but also a demon leader who should have disappeared!

Obviously, Lei Jie, who is so powerful and cleanses the sins, compared with just now, Wei Buming's whole body has not changed except that there is more black charcoal on his face.The monks sitting in the stands were in an uproar!

"Cough, cough, my hands are numb." Wei Buming turned his head to look at the three siblings who were stunned aside, and said with a smile: "Look, didn't I say that there is no problem? You will be fine."

Shi Fanglei will automatically judge that this person is righteous and evil and send down thunder. Everyone in this world believes that demon cultivators are evil, but they ignore that there are innocent and pure people among demon cultivators.It's just... Li Wuyou looked at the sky and smiled wryly, why was he left behind?

Could it be that such a self can also be recognized as a pure and good person?This Heavenly Dao is really too confused.

Han Feng tilted his head and said, "Xia Qingshan..."

"Don't call me, I don't understand." Standing on the high ground, everyone's expressions can be seen clearly.He just took a cursory glance, and he could see how surprised everyone was looking at him.Did Shifang Lei make a mistake?Impossible, although it has not been used for a long time, it is still the work of the ancient Da Neng. They have carefully maintained and overhauled it in the past few days, so how could it go wrong.He glanced at the cloudless sky, and a bad thought flashed in his mind—could it be that the Dao of Heaven is eccentric to these demon cultivators? !

Beads of sweat hung all over his forehead, and he stared at all the monks present, only to find that Qin Shutong was still smiling and calm about things.Her expression didn't change from the beginning to the end, as if all this was a farce that had nothing to do with her.

Xia Qingshan's complexion sank—how could she be so calm at such a time!

Wei Buming on the altar looked around, and was a little surprised that besides the three brothers and sisters, there were a few thin demon cultivators who had met and showed up, curled up at the corner of the stage, trembling and speechless.If it was in the past, he would definitely dislike them for not showing any signs of magic cultivation, but now it is different, as long as he sees a person alive now, he will be happy in his heart.

"Master Momozun, have we escaped punishment?" The girl looked at Wei Buming, tears finally flowed from her eyes.She has always been the elder sister, so even if she is afraid, she has to hold back tears to comfort her younger brother.Even if the body is so weak, you have to go all out and pretend that you are a giant mountain that can shelter them from the wind and rain.And now, finally escaped.The strong shell collapsed with the distant thunder calamity, and the girl couldn't help it anymore, revealing her most vulnerable appearance.

"Ah, that's right." Looking at the crying and laughing girl, Wei Buming couldn't help but smile, and said softly, "All of these!"

The viscous and bright red liquid splashed half of his body, dyeing his entire face red.Looking at the scenery in front of him, he opened his eyes wide and could not speak.He remembered that afternoon again, when he woke up from his nap.As soon as the door was opened, there was a garden full of corpses, as well as the viscous liquid that dyed the white floor tiles bright red.There were all kinds of screams in his ears, Wei Buming slowly turned his head, and saw that Moxiu, who was curled up in the corner, had holes the size of fists in his chest, and blood gushed out from the hole. stained his own body.

The girl still had a smile on her face, but that smile was fixed forever.She turned her eyes slightly and fell to the ground. The last scene in her eyes was her younger brother who was lying in a pool of blood.

In the end what happened?She wanted to scream, she wanted to hold her younger brother in her arms, but her body was getting colder and colder, and she was gradually losing strength.With the last trace of unwillingness, she just closed her eyes like this, the corners of her eyes were filled with tears and she could no longer breathe.

The dexterous flying sword spun around in the air and returned to Xia Qingshan's hand. Looking at the blood-colored altar, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Feng stared at him with wide eyes and roared angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm doing what I should do. The new demon cultivator must die. I think this is a recognized fact between us." Xia Qingshan waved Han Feng who was blocking his eyes and said: "It's the last one, get out of the way! "

As long as he kills the demon guard, his wish in this life will be realized!

Feijian sensed his master's thoughts, and the spiritual energy in his body surged, and he rang for a long time, and a deep purple light shone in midair.Now no one can stop it, the master's aura is complete, and his condition is extraordinary.Now is the day for it to kill the devil.No one stopped him, Fei Jian excitedly rushed towards the altar, pointing directly at Wei Buming's chest.

Then, it broke into two sections in mid-air.Even before he could get close, his body was cut off by the sudden white light.It trembled, trying to fulfill the wish of its master with the last ounce of its strength, but it was shattered into powder by the majestic spiritual pressure in the sky, and disappeared into the world.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Under the stands, Qin Shutong quietly clenched his fists.Without anyone directing, everyone looked up at the sky at the same moment.Under the clear and cloudless sky, a lone figure stepping on a sword appeared at some point.He looked at the people on the ground coldly, like an unattainable god looking down on ants.No one doubted him. Even if the person in front of him was wearing fiery red clothes, the monks would not forget him. His figure had already been firmly engraved in everyone's hearts.

The only sword master in the cultivation world - Shen Qinghuan.

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