I'm afraid of myself

In fact, He Jinyang has also discovered that he always likes to be in control of everything, so he calmly faces himself in life, and when he encounters things related to Xie Yanlai, he becomes dumb... No, no, it should be said that fate will run wild at this time. Unrestrained momentum, like a group of beasts running across the prairie, it is also called watching me throw a dog.

In short, it's a dog!

Simply shaking his head and saying nothing, He Jinyang left Ji Wuxia behind with a blank expression.

Damn it, I can't explain it clearly to a gossiping person, and it will only get darker and darker. Do you really think he didn't explain it?

Thinking back to the scandals that are getting hotter and hotter now, He Jinyang was full of hope that the one in the Blood Heaven Realm could take care of it, but now it seems that there are probably some things that can bring benefits to the other party.But I don't understand, a farce, what is it worth for the majestic Devil Emperor to let it ferment, neither stop nor suppress, just be pulled into the quagmire of rumors so quietly?

It's just that he can't figure it out, that's why he always has no way to start.

To talk about gossip that is so lively that "there is no reason for it, it may not be without reason", would He Jinyang not know its seriousness?

Of course not!

From the end of the Xianjue Conference, people like Ji Wuxia would pay attention to the insignificant rumors, and listen to him, and there are a group of people with similar status to him. At this level, He Jinyang himself feels that it is difficult .

That kind of feeling is like a simple scandal and gossip from the prime minister of the country. Everyone knows it is false and it is purely a joke. However, as time accumulates, various evidences begin to emerge, and the original rumor suddenly appeared. True evidence.After that, many heavyweight figures appeared to express their views on this. The current situation is already the effect of the idiom "people are light on words".

It's the truth, right? !

At this time, He Jinyang seemed to have been beaten head-on by someone. He was not in a good mood, and there was another thing that was squeezed in his heart, but the sad thing was that he didn't even have anyone to complain about!

Taking a deep breath, with a normal mind, a normal mind, He Jinyang silently recited the Qingxin Jue, and looked at the beautiful scenery nearby.

Wuyi Mountain in Kyushu is a Buddhist environment built by Buddhist practitioners. It has been influenced by Buddhism all the year round. Even the surrounding area is beautiful with beautiful water and mountains. Looking into the depths of the clear water and blue sky, it seems that there are Buddha voices gathered, and you can hear the wonderful sound of Buddhist chant from a distance. It's coming, it's a pleasure to go...

However, after knowing that the place ahead is the gathering place of [-] demons and Buddhas, I take it for granted that this wonderful sound and this Buddha singing tool are fakes used to attract people. Entering this Wuyi Mountain, what you climb is not the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, but the Hell of Hungry Ghosts.

After reminiscing about the old days, Du Kui and Feng Chui Xi looked along He Jinyang's line of sight together, and the beautiful mountains and rivers reflected in their eyes seemed to be attracted by the inner Buddha, becoming more graceful and charming.

Feng Chuixi frowned: "When I was young, I once went to Miaoyin Wonderland, which is the same holy place of immortals and Buddhas as Xiaoleiyin Temple Buddhaland. The strange smell is really ominous."

Leng Baijun silently approached the wind blowing west, the wind followed the fire, and the wind set the fire. If they fight later, the two of them will have a much better effect than fighting alone.

Du Kuo silently recited the Buddha's name, walked quietly to the side of the silent Emperor Mei Xue, and was blinded by him.

"Have you said enough bad things about me?"

Du Ku lightly shook his head: "My little monk has not."

It can be seen that he is very clear about what Emperor Mei Xue thinks.

Ji Wuxia, who never thought that the bald donkey had good things, sneered coldly: "That's what you said, who would believe what you think, monks, they are all a bunch of good-sounding guys, I have seen enough of this deity."

Du Ku looked at him helplessly, "Monks don't tell lies, and monks don't tell lies to you."

Ji Wuxia paused when she turned away, turned her head, and stared at him with inexplicably evil eyes.

"The words are very nice."

Du Ku said indifferently: "If you can have three points of the king's beauty, the little monk will be happy."

Ji Wuxia: "..."

The wind blows west: "Ahem, cough, let's go, let's go, continue to wander around the periphery, don't even think about doing anything this day!"

He Jinyang: "..."

Mr. Leng Bai: "..."

Feng Chui Xi Nu: "I say let's go!"

Hearing these words that turned from embarrassment into anger, Ji Wuxia laughed lowly, and gave Duku a blank look. This time, without the cold anger, she was very angry. She turned and walked obediently to the depths of the water, where the Buddha's voice was faintly visible.

The rest of the people also moved under the anger of the wind.

He Jinyang was disturbed at the beginning, but now he quickly recovered his composure, his eyes moved on the passing flowers, flowing water, and rocks.

He saw the flowers blooming on the stone, cold and delicate, complex and layered.Like a beautiful woman's skirt, one leaf supports another.He saw the flowers blooming on the flowing water, moving with the water, drifting with the waves, swaying, and the shadows of water and perfume were piled up among the petals, looming, like a beautiful color in a scroll. When painting peonies, it is impossible to distinguish the true from the false.

The mist that followed Ji Wuxia didn't seem to dissipate, and it seemed that only part of it was driven away by the wind. In this short period of time, the white mist has risen with the footsteps. The closer they approached, the more delicate their skin felt In the cold humidity, He Jinyang stopped in the blink of an eye.

Feng Chuixi, who made the same movement as him, said hesitantly: "Just now... Did a figure walk over there?"

His finger pointed to the opposite side of the road they were walking on. The fog over there was far thicker than this place, and he couldn't see his fingers. It was hard to imagine that someone had walked there just now.

Mr. Leng Bai frowned, and the ice-blue crystals in the flame-patterned heart flashed bright colors, which seemed to be using magic to evaporate the mist that disturbed people's sight.

Feng Chuixi hurriedly stopped it, and said solemnly: "Don't startle the snake." Then he turned his attention to the person who knew the most about this place.

Ji Wuxia noticed this sight, and said indifferently: "It's a memory in the fog. People who came to Wuyi Mountain in the past have all walked on this road..."

"And then it bounces off to the other side, and that's what we see."

He Jinyang drew inferences from one instance, quietly followed his words, and got an unexpected glance from Ji Wuxia.

Ji Wuxia looked at him, satisfied in his heart, and agreed in his mouth: "That's right, so what you are looking at now is all false."

Feng Fuxi asked cautiously: "What will happen if someone chases that shadow?"

Ji Wuxia seemed to think that letting them know the fate of those people would help them understand the danger of this operation.

"Forever lost in the thick fog, lost form under the passage of time, only the soul is left to wander."

"Until even the soul collapses in this fog and turns into a memory in the fog."

Feng Chuixi only felt a layer of goosebumps appearing on his back, and with Ji Wuxia's lukewarm tone, there was an increasing trend.

"Okay, okay, don't say it!"

After saying that, he deliberately folded his arms and shook, emphasizing: "It's scary!"

Ji Wuxia smiled with a good temper: "That's right, for you, this is indeed quite scary."

After all, this method is also left over from the magic cultivator back then.

Hearing what he meant, the two purebred immortals present frowned subconsciously, as if disgusted.

Therefore, Du Kuo chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, intending to ask Ji Wuxia to restrain himself.

Ji Wuxia smiled casually. He didn't look like he would restrain himself, but unexpectedly he didn't do anything else. He didn't say a word until they really entered the belly of Wuyi Mountain. The smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly meaningful. profound.

This abnormality caused Feng Chuixi to look away frequently, and even the indifferent Mr. Leng Bai paid attention to him.

He Jinyang, the only one who could figure out his mind, said beside him: "It seems that what you want me to do is very important, at least more important than what you want to do."

Otherwise, he would not choose to give in after weighing it.

Ji Wuxia was not annoyed when her idea was brought up, she smiled and brought up another topic.

"I look forward to the time when the immortal is stained with blood."

It is said that the mountain is sacrificed with blood, and none of the [-] demon cultivators can survive.

This huge murder can force a monk to fall from immortality to demon.

If there was a Xianxiu who was of the same generation as Ji Wuxia among the people present, he could easily point out his sinister intentions, but he didn't.Neither Feng Chuixi nor Leng Baijun knew about it, and they listened to his transaction as usual and regarded it as normal, but they were full of hostility towards Moxiu when they acted. Such superficial contradictions are no wonder Ji Wuxia would say immortal Xiu fell.

The only person on the scene who knew about this should be He Jinyang, but what kind of person is possessing He Jinyang?

Divine Wind Immortal Venerable!

That is the character who was able to subdue all demons and finally ascended in daylight!

I want Ling Chengfeng to be timid in front of Sha Nie, two words - dreaming!

Although He Jinyang is not at the level of Ling Chengfeng, so many possessions can suppress the influence to a minimum, but the basic morality has been reshaped unconsciously, and he doesn't think it's a big deal when it comes to killing people.So when I heard Ji Wuxia's profound request, I didn't feel anything.

Left and right are demons.

I don't know whether it is cruelty or ignorant will, but the moment they went deep into Wuyi Mountain, they changed.

The Buddha's light is flourishing, a huge golden Buddha body appears in the dense fog, the lotus seat, the Zen seal, the compassionate gaze, the golden lotus blossoming behind, the wonderful sound of Sanskrit singing, and the sound of countless recitations resounds in the ears, which makes people feel unconsciously. Already sat down in place, listening to the teachings of the Buddha.

Du Ku even thought of my Buddha's mercy subconsciously, Feng Chuixi and Leng Baijun also subconsciously relaxed their guard, only Ji Wuxia sneered, showing great contempt.

He Jinyang raised his head at this time, allowing the majestic and luxurious Buddha to fill his eyes, allowing the sound of the Buddha to invade his indestructible soul, and allowing the golden lotus's witty words to corrode his body.

An extremely terrifying scene appeared on the spot, the wind was blowing to the west, Leng Baijun and others were clearly beside him, but no one noticed He Jinyang's disappearance.

Where He Jinyang should have been standing, there was nothing but a fallen hair crown, Jie Zhan and himself were like snow in the sun, dewdrops beside the flame, lightly evaporating in the light and heat.

Looking at this scene, Ji Wuxia bent her eyes inexplicably.