Everyone asks me

If it is said that Yan Ge's apprentice is only a furnace talent, and he is stupid and has nothing to do with others, Qiu Wei will never believe it.

Sure enough, the child suffered and did not give in.When I wasn't paying attention, I took advantage of the situation and slashed him with a sword energy.

This sword energy is not very powerful, probably it was Qi Youtian who defended him.The sword energy of Jindan stage sword cultivator can walk sideways in the sword mound, but it is not enough to deal with Qiu Wei.

Qiu Wei sighed, stood up slowly and closed his body that had been split in two.

Seeing this scene, Qian Ziwen's eyes almost fell out.He took the opportunity to add two more sword qi, but it was completely useless.

Even though Qian Ziwen smashed this stone pavilion into pieces, Qiu Wei was still intact the next moment, and the surrounding scenery was restored to its original state.

Qiu Wei impatiently played this kind of housekeeping game with him, reached out and grabbed the sword, and threw it aside, "This deity will teach you one more thing, this place is my Little Thousand World. Only a cultivator who transforms himself has a small world, and in this world, I am the Heavenly King Lao Tzu."

Qian Ziwen was tied tightly with a rope, like a shrimp, even his mouth was gagged, and his clear green eyes were full of panic.

Is it too late to regret it now?Qiu Wei shook his neck, preparing to teach this little cauldron a lesson, at least let him know that the master is his god.

As soon as Qiu Wei pinched Qian Ziwen's wrist, a section of skin as jade-like as snow, he felt severe pain on both sides of his cheeks, as if he had been slapped by someone.

"Bah, Heavenly King?" The man slapped Qiu Wei again, and a mocking voice came over, "You are Heavenly King, let me see the sky fall!"

His vision suddenly blurred for a moment, and then Qiu Wei finally saw what was going on.

It was still the small white stone pavilion in the beautiful landscape, but there was no sword energy left, and even the glass of wine on the table was full.

Qiu Wei couldn't help but took two steps back.He was dragged into an illusion by some powerful senior, let the senior play tricks on him, and in the end he was slapped twice.

There are not many people in the world who can use illusions to fascinate him in the small world of a monk who practiced virtual reality.

That mighty man will always be Qian Ziwen, who has a worrying qualification, right?I also have a day of being blind?Qiu Wei blinked his eyes, but the cruel reality did not allow him to escape.

Qian Ziwen sat on the chair with his legs crossed, resting his arms on his hands and looking calm.Even though he didn't smile or speak, he was emitting a layer of radiance, the kind of light that captivated all living beings from top to bottom.

How should I describe it, it's like a flower slowly opening under the clear moonlight, the petals are pure white and the stamens are bright red, the contrast is sharp but too bewitching, just one glance can fascinate the soul.

A person who really looks down on all living beings, even if he restrains his face, doesn't speak or laugh, and just looks at him, he can pinch people's hearts and play with them casually, even if he dies for him, he is willing.

Fortunately, Qiu Wei's cultivation base is profound, and he reacted in an instant in a daze.

Why die for him, he wants to live!Even if it is not shameful to die at the hands of the Almighty, Qiu Wei has not lived enough, he does not want to die!

The entire lake scenery was subverted, and the sea of ​​blood was filled with turbulent waves in an instant, the sky was dark and dark without any light, and it was too cramped and gloomy.

Above the sea of ​​blood are countless unjust souls claiming their lives, and the mountains are everywhere. They howl and cry out in pain. Their voices seem to take on a shape like monsters. feel sleepy.

As soon as Qiu Wei raised his hand, Xue Haitaotianwu's grievance for his life became more and more fierce. He rushed towards Qian Ziwen with all his might, tearing his body into thousands of pieces, and tearing his soul into pieces.

This weak and frail young man, in front of the mighty blood sea of ​​innocent souls, is so pitiful alone that he is worse than an ant.

Qian Ziwen was not in a hurry, just smiled at Qiu Wei: "This is not considered a collapse of the sky, at most it is considered a change of the sky, and it is not a rare event."

"Now I will open the sky to show you, so that you can learn a lot."

Qian Ziwen finally swung his sword, a slack and lazy move.The young man picked up the long sword and slashed casually, without any momentum or vigor, it really split open.

The dark clouds were swept away, and the sun appeared, illuminating the sea of ​​blood and souls.As a result, the sea of ​​blood was calm and the waves subsided, and the grievances stopped moaning/groaning, and the whole world became warm and harmonious.

The power of a sword is not over yet.

Only then did Qiu Wei realize that the sky is also a piece of cloth, which can really be split and torn apart.

He saw the sun plummeting straight down on the surface of the sea, countless crimson sparks stinging and splashing everywhere, and finally fell into the black sea of ​​blood. The sea evaporated and boiled the innocent souls. Everything was bowed down by this irresistible sword. up.

The sky has already been torn into a big black hole, one piece after another like a broken window paper, the cracks are still spreading, as if to swallow the earth together.

Qiu Wei stared blankly at the disfigured Little Thousand World, unable to cry.

It was devastated everywhere, but the stone pavilion where the two of them stayed was in good shape, not even a single stone was broken.

"Open the sky." Qian Ziwen finished speaking the name of this sword move slowly, and gestured to Qiu Wei, "Please do not hesitate to enlighten me, fellow Taoist."

Qiu Wei's lips moved.This sentence is true and infuriating, but he can't even refute half a word.

The rules of monks have always been simple, that is, fight until you lose.

The orthodox monks with strength of character will fight to the death, but the monks of the evil way have always been soft-boned, and they can just bow their heads and admit defeat as grandsons.As long as they can live, they are willing to do anything.

Qiu Wei's expression was not the same, he was either overjoyed or extremely sad. He was a man who was dying of thirst and had walked in the desert for three days and three nights. Seeing the oasis, he thought it was an unbelievable illusion.

"White Feather Demon Lord?" Qiu Wei called out in a daze, staring at Qian Ziwen's face for a long time, as if trying to get some clues from it.

This move to open the sky is the sword technique used by Demon Venerable White Feather.For hundreds of years, no one has been able to use such a sword, a sword that stands alone and refuses to accept the sky.

Qian Ziwen raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is Bai Yu, worthy of being compared with me?"

Qiu Wei, who was still pretending to be a quail just now, suddenly became more serious, and retorted resolutely: "Senior, you can scold me, but you can't scold Baiyu Mozun! I offended senior, and I didn't even think about it. Live. I just want to fight for this breath before I die!"

If the monks of Tianmuhai knew that Qiu Wei had such a strong character, they would be so surprised that their eyes would pop out.

Blood Soul Demon Lord, alert and careful is best at escaping.He escaped countless times under the pursuit of Tianmuhai, slippery like a mouse.He also begged for mercy on the spot, and he was often able to turn things around in the end.

It is such a person who is afraid of death, but suddenly dies, and dares to talk back to a powerful senior who is always slapping people.

Qiu Wei thought he was really going to die, who would have thought that Qian Ziwen just waved his hands and said, "What's so good about Bai Yu that you should argue for him?"

He lowered his head and stared at his toes without saying a word, and then heard Qian Ziwen ask: "What relationship do you have with Bai Yu, can't he also be your sweetheart?"

Before Qiu Wei could answer, Qian Ziwen sighed out of interest.

It's all the peach blossom debts that were incurred in the past. Even though he died, many creditors will never forget it, what a shame.

"What sweetheart!" Qiu Wei raised his head angrily, "The White Feather Demon Lord once saved my life, although he doesn't remember it."

There was some emotion on Qiu Wei's face, fragile and bewildered, the emotions that belonged to mortals.

"That year Shangzhou suffered a flood, and mortals suffered the most. The monk Tianmuhai is not a thing, he collects money to save people. Our village is poor, and it is almost soaked in water. , Demon Venerable White Feather passed by and slashed his sword." Qiu Wei stretched out his hand and gestured, "One sword opened the sky, and with that sword, the flood was gone. Cultivator Tianmuhai could only stare blankly, no one dared to chase Demon Venerable White Feather .As for what the White Feather Demon Venerable looks like, I really didn't see clearly at the time."

"A person like that should be a legend."

Qian Ziwen really doesn't remember this matter.He has lived so long that it would be exhausting to remember everything.

Qian Ziwen didn't expect that the person who would say that Bai Yu was a good person was not an old friend from the past, but a black-hearted demon cultivator.It seemed that he was born to be a member of the devil's way, no matter how he separated the relationship, it was useless.

After satisfying his curiosity, Qian Ziwen cleared his throat and asked, "Why did you come to Taiyan Sect?"

Asking this question was really shameless, Qiu Wei's face twitched.

He also hid his identity and entered the Taiyan sect, but Qian Ziwen was the only one who could interrogate him so generously, just like interrogating a prisoner.

The situation is stronger than others, so Qiu Wei can only answer sincerely: "I heard that although the White Feather Demon Venerable has lost his body, his heart is still there. It is a pledge. It is said that as long as the four petals of the heart are gathered together, the White Feather Demon Venerable can be resurrected."

"When I came to Taiyanmen this time, I just wanted to see if I had a chance to sneak into the forbidden area and steal one of my hearts. Demon Lord White Feather saved my life back then. .”

These words were extremely sincere, but Qian Ziwen suddenly said, "Who are you fooling? Bai Yu is not a monster. He was dead at the time. Even if all the hearts are collected, he will never be resurrected." .”

"I don't believe a word you said." Qian Ziwen stared into Qiu Wei's eyes, "If it is said that the magic cultivator will repay the favor, maybe one in a hundred can come out, but unfortunately it is definitely not you. Your acting skills , is higher than your cultivation base."

"To be honest, I don't have time to waste time with you."

At this moment, Qiu Wei's heart was ashamed.

If you talk about the most desperate thing in the world, it is that he wants to lie, but the other party doesn't believe it at all.What's even more tragic is that Qian Ziwen also exposed all his plans, leaving no room for others.

"Senior is really astute." Qiu Wei coughed, and when he looked up again, he was able to smile calmly, "Actually, the thing in Taiyan's restricted area is not the heart of Demon Lord White Feather, but a seal."