Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Before Shen Gurong wanted to enter Taoism, Xi Guxing asked him why he chose this path even though he knew it was difficult to enter Taoism as a mortal.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, and asked coldly: "Do I have a choice?"

As long as he has another choice, he will not choose this road that does not know whether it will lead to hell.

Shen Gurong was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and was spoiled by her parents and elder brothers. Even if she touched a piece of skin with her hand, she would cry from pain. He is so afraid of pain, how could he take the initiative to seek guilt for himself?

Xi Guxing stared at his slack eyes for a long time, then suddenly grabbed his wrist, and said in a deep voice, "I can kill Li Genglan for you, you don't have to treat yourself like this."

Shen Gurong said dumbly: "He is your senior brother."

Xi Guxing said coldly: "He has done such things that are worse than pigs and dogs, and he is no longer the senior brother I know."

Shen Gurong was silent.

"Eleven." Seeing his indifferent appearance, Xi Guxing finally got a little anxious, "It is too difficult for a mortal body to enter the Tao. There are very few people in the Three Realms who have succeeded in the history of the Three Realms, not to mention your body is so weak that you can't last a single muscle washing." Marrow cutting."

Shen Gurong said coldly: "If I can't make it through, I will die."

Xi Guxing: "You!"

He took a deep breath, trying to keep calm, so as not to be pissed off by Shen Shishi: "You just stay well, Li Genglan went out from Liren Peak, we killed him to clean up the house, it's the same."

Shen Gurong still said: "I want to kill him with my own hands, you are not allowed to do it."

Xi Guxing: "Shen Shishi!"

Xi Guxing almost died of anger, and was still racking his brains on how to persuade him, when he heard Shen Gurong say: "He stole my bamboo chi, I want to get it back with my own hands."

Xi Guxing couldn't believe it: "Just for the bamboo chi?"

Shen Gurong didn't believe anyone anymore, even Xi Guxing didn't tell him that the bamboo chi is a magic weapon.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "There are still so many years before the reincarnation of Mr. Centenary. My only hope of living is to kill Genglan with my own hands. If he dies in your hands, you will make me live on resentment and remorse for the rest of my life." Will you survive?"

Xi Guxing was taken aback.

"My mortal body can't live for a hundred years." Shen Gurong took a breath, raised his eyes to look at the bright moon in the sky, and murmured, "I want to wait until he lives."

As if making a promise to someone, he whispered, "I won't die so easily."

Mr. tried his best to save him, and he would not die silently and meaninglessly.

Shen Gurong didn't want everyone on Liren Peak to take action against Li Genglan, and he didn't allow all of them to interfere in his own affairs. He seemed to be carrying a heavy shackle in this world. On his thin shoulders, he had to be independent and rely on himself.

"You have to learn how to live on your own."

In the end, he successfully entered the Tao, and with a mortal body, he obtained a cultivation level that ordinary monks could not achieve in half a lifetime.

Shen Gurong never did anything he was not sure of, even if he entered the Dao and reached the Nascent Soul, he did not rush to find Li Genglan.

It seems that he really regards leaving Genglan as the hope of Yu's life, and he also enjoys the process.

Shen Gurong is tepid, relying on countless medicines of tigers and wolves to forcibly pile up his cultivation base to the Mahayana stage, killing countless demon cultivators with one sword, and using the cultivation base piled up by the elixir, he can only stop at the Mahayana stage in this life .

People in the Three Realms praised him for his half-step sanctification, but they didn't know how he achieved this achievement.

Shen Gurong, the Lei Jie in the Mahayana period, was almost chopped into ashes by the heavenly way, and his meridians in his body were covered with bruises. After he successfully entered the Mahayana period, he spent five full years in endless pain, almost holding a sword. Can't live.

If Li Nanzhang hadn't used the body protection barrier to hang him, his spiritual power would probably have dissipated and died.

Shen Gurong took care of her for five years, and after she stabilized her cultivation, she took Lin Xiachun to Xianzhou.

Back then in Xianzhou, there was not such a poisonous fog formation. Shen Gurong led Lin Xiachun, and without blinking, he killed all the demon cultivators in the city who came to stop him. The inner demons are completely triggered.

The demon ravaged his consciousness, but Shen Gurong forcibly suppressed him. He was occupied by the demon in his mind, but at the same time he remained awake, and indifferently scraped Li Genglan off countless flesh and blood with Lin Xiachun.

Li Genglan's hamstrings and hand tendons were all severed, blood flowed all over the floor and walls, and the screams almost resounded throughout Xianzhou.

As if she didn't hear anything, Shen Gurong gently cut off the flesh and blood from the blood-stained body.

Lin Xiachun had sucked enough blood, and the entire blade of the sword was emitting a crimson light.

Li Genglan's face was covered with blood, he stared at Shen Gurong ferociously, and hissed: "How dare you?! Ah—"

"Why don't I dare?" There was a smear of blood on Shen Gurong's cheek, which he gently wiped off with his fingertips, sniffed gently between his nose, tilted his head and smiled, strangely and beautifully, "Your blood, Why is it so smelly?"

Li Genglong: "You—"

A drop of blood also fell on Shen Gurong's ice cream, he grabbed Li Genglan's neck, smiled softly, and said, "Have you seen your own ending in Jingshilu?"

Li Genglong stared at him.

"Oh yes, I forgot." Shen Gurong raised a finger to wipe off the bloodstains on his face, rolled his eyes, and said softly, "Jing Shilu is now sealed, even if you get it, you can't open it."

Li Genglan said with difficulty: "What did you do to... Jing Shilu?"

Shen Gurong didn't answer his question, but smiled like a flower, and his eyes under the ice cream were already blood red.

"It's ridiculous. You have worked so hard for so many years, but you have not succeeded in returning to the city of plague, and Jingshilu was sealed again." Shen Gurong said with a smile, "You really failed completely at the end of the night, and what is even more ridiculous is that you I don’t even know how I lost.”

Li Genglan was strangled by the throat, Motong looked at him resentfully.

"I asked Li Nanyan to let you leave Liren Peak, and wait for me to kill you with my own hands to avenge you. I thought you should improve a lot these years, but I didn't expect you to be the same as before." Shen Gurong approached him, eyes full of Leng Yi, "Killing you, I feel that my hands are dirty."

Although Shen Gurong was talking about dirty hands, he cut Li Genglan more than 600 times with Lin Xiachun.

In the end, Lin Xiachun felt that Shen Gurong had a vague tendency to become possessed, and struggled to break free from his grasp, turned into a human form, covered in blood, and said, "Master, that's enough."

Shen Gurong's Tsing Yi was already dyed red, he pinched Li Genglan, who was half dead, and tilted his head: "Is it enough? It's only half, where is enough?"

Lin Xiachun hesitated for a moment before he said, "You're going to be possessed."

Shen Gurong sneered when he heard the words: "No."

Lin Xiachun looked at the palm of his hand, and there was a little demonic breath slowly showing between his fingers. He was not a talkative person, but he insisted on saying a few more words at this time: "You shouldn't be enchanted by this kind of person." .”

Shen Gurong's eyes were instantly cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't meddle in my affairs."

Only then did Lin Xiachun shut up, obediently turning into a sword body.

"It would be fine if I didn't use my sanity."

"Ah, he's so dirty."

"But the blood is fine."

When Shen Gurong slashed, the devilish energy in his heart increased.

At the end, Li Nanyan hurried over, seeing the tragic scene in front of him, he was stunned for a long time, and then he rushed forward and dragged Shen Gurong out of the pool of blood.

Holding Lin Xiachun in her hand, Shen Gurong moved like a puppet. After being interrupted by Li Nanyi, she stared at him for a long time before recognizing him.

Li Nanzhao said coldly: "Eleventh, you are possessed! Pure heart!"

Shen Gurong's eyes were loose and his pupils were red. He laughed and murmured: "I didn't."

Li Nanzhang: "You have reached the limit of entering the Tao with a mortal body. If you become a demon, you will die!"

Shen Gurong looked at him, as if he didn't understand the meaning of his words, and was still struggling to continue the action in his hands.

Li Nanzhang: "Shen Shishi!"

Seeing that Shen Gurong seemed to have completely fallen into a demon, he raised his hand and cast a heart-cleaning spell between his eyebrows.

A bone-piercing chill pierced into Shen Gurong's sea of ​​consciousness, and instantly scattered the demons that were entrenched in his heart.

Shen Gurong's whole body went limp, the long sword in his hand fell, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Li Genglan had already been sealed in the ossuary.

And the remaining 600 knives are still remembered by Shen Gurong to this day.

Decades later, seeing Li Genglan again, Shen Gurong no longer had the paranoid madness of the past, but walked around Li Genglan with a smile, and then stopped slowly, fingers on the forearm He tapped lightly, and said lightly, "This time, where should we start?"

Li Genglan and Shen Gurong's eyes met, and he finally spoke, but he didn't care whether his flesh and blood would continue to be gouged out, the first sentence was: "You went into Jingshilu?"

Shen Gurong's eyes fell on Li Genglan's body one by one, as if recalling where he had been in the past, she nodded absent-mindedly: "Yes, I'm gone."

Li Genglan took a heavy breath, and he firmly held the armrest with his healed hand, looked at him straight in the eye, and said, "Once Jing Shilu enters, he must read his final ending before he can get out."

He seemed to be a beast that saw its prey, with killing intent in its eyes, panting and asking: "What about you? Shen Shishi, Shen Fengxue, what did you see in Jingshilu?"

"And you... died at the hands of whom?"

Seeing that he wanted to know the answer so urgently, Shen Gurong smiled, and told him truthfully: "It died at the hands of my apprentice."

"What about me?" Li Genglan asked again, "Did Nanzhao see that I had ascended to the Dao, and that the Three Realms were all plagued by plague ghosts, and there would never be a peaceful day?"

Shen Gurong sneered, and said: "The world of Jingshilu is just a mirror, like a dream. Does it make sense for you to cling to the ending in the illusion?"

"Naturally it makes sense." Li Genglan smiled with difficulty, the face full of scars looked particularly hideous and ugly to Shen Gurong, "Jing Shilu is a thing of heaven, once the ending is set, it cannot be changed, even if it deviates Zhengdao will also be forcibly corrected by Heaven."

Shen Gurong sneered at this sentence: "Really? A hundred years ago, Jingshilu predicted that I would be the only surviving plague ghost in Huitang City, but I still practice my way well, and I haven't been infected with the plague."

While chatting, he raised his hand as if playing, and slackly pierced Li Genglan's intact hand with a dagger, and firmly pinned it to the wooden armrest.

Li Genglan trembled all over, and looked at him fiercely.

For Shen Gurong, he didn't want to have any pretense anymore, even laughing at him made him feel sick.

"Oh, senior brother, you're shaking." Shen Gurong gently stroked Li Genglan's convulsed fingers with his fingertips, and said with a low smile, "Are you afraid of me?"

Li Genglan expressionless, said: "A hundred years ago you escaped by chance and were not possessed by the plague ghost, but a hundred years later..."

The blood in his hand slowly dripped onto the ground that had already been drawn, and flowed into the groove.

Li Genglan's face was as ferocious as a ghost's: "I'll take the place of Tiandao to correct Jing Shilu's prophecy."

In an instant, the formation under the two people's feet suddenly started.

Lin Xiachun's long hair was blown wildly by the wind. He looked down at the formation under his feet, and thought with disinterest: "If I am... well, what am I? Forget it, trouble, don't think about it." .”

Waves of wind rose from the formation, blowing Shen Gurong's robes to make a rattling noise.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and said lightly: "Are you going to make me a plague ghost again?"

"No." On the contrary, Li Genglan denied it, and his scarlet magic pupils looked at Shen Gurong coldly, "This formation is just to trap you, the eyes of the formation are not here."

Shen Gurong's consciousness trembled, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

Li Genglan saw that his face finally changed color, and the madness in his eyes became even worse. He seemed to be impatient to see Shen Gu Rong's face change completely, and his voice was full of malice.

"It's Xianzhou City where the thirteen plague ghosts are located, Eleven."

Shen Gurong's pupils shrank.

mu banished...

He was sent to deal with the thirteen plague ghosts.

The author has something to say: I thought I was cleaning up the minions, but I was actually fighting the final boss Mu Ban:? ? ?

Fighting the boss finally felt a little bit of a sense of crisis. 【no