How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

A disciple in green clothes came back from outside the temple gate and quietly joined Qing Lingfeng's team.

Soon, the old retainer leaned into "Fu Jin"'s ear and said, "That cat has gone down the mountain, do you want to chase it?"

"Fu Jin" said calmly, "It's better to let it go. The faster it goes, the faster the celestial envoy will come, and the more chaotic the scene will be, the more beautiful it will be."

The retainer said: "Is this what the suzerain means?"

"Fu Jin" sarcastically said: "It's enough for the suzerain to let us watch the play. You don't have a good memory, I'm afraid you forgot?"

The retainer gritted his teeth and said, "Ji Ming, don't forget who you are!"

Ji Ming said: "So what if my surname is not Fu?! Fu Yuan, your surname is Fu, and now you can only be an old dog by my side?"

Fu Yuan said: "Your face won't last long, you're just a bad actor, you'll be back to your original shape soon, I'll see when you get so proud!"

Ji Ming's expression darkened, and then he smiled again and said, "That's better than being a humble dog all the time!"

The arguments between the two were whispered in a low voice, and no one else could hear them.Everyone only thought that Fu Jin saw that the situation was going to be chaotic, and finally wanted to mediate from it.

They couldn't help looking expectantly at the line of masked guards behind Fu Jin.

No one knows what kind of face the blue face looks like behind the veil, but in everyone's imagination, they all associate these people with the impermanence of Rakshasa.

Because these people have formed an extremely fierce and powerful formation, they will never die in battle, and they will never give up if they win, so it is called "immortal formation".In the past few decades, the Immortal Formation has never lost any shots.

They saw that Fu Jin brought all the undead formations, and thought that Fu Jin must have a plan, but for some reason they never expressed their views.

Everyone waited, only to see that Fu Jin and Fu Yuan spoke a few words and then parted silently.Fu Yuan was expressionless, the old god was there; while Fu Jin still had a calm expression, showing no intention of making a move. Everyone could only suspend their thoughts of interfering in this matter and let it go.

After all, even Qing Lingfeng doesn't show up, how can other sects show up.

If you want to step on Qing Lingfeng's face to show off your power and make a name for yourself in these things, I'm afraid you won't mess around in the future.

There is no need to wait for the "Undead Formation" to make a move, just that Qing Lingfeng cut off the supply of spiritual resources, it is enough for each faction to eat a pot.

At this time, in the center.

Tong Shu said, "My lord, please."

None of the eighteen arhats made a move.

Because Tong Shu still held the ever-burning lamp in his hand.

Now the ever-burning lamp is his life-saving artifact, and the fighter plane changes in an instant, so he won't be so stupid as to obediently hand over the ever-burning lamp.

But Tong Shu also realized very clearly that he could never get rid of the pursuit of Ganku Temple.Even if he had the ability to walk out of Ganku Temple today, he would be caught in endless escape and confrontation.

He stepped back step by step, staring at the Eighteen Arhats, and quickly analyzed the situation.

The eighteen arhats are surrounded in the very center. With his current cultivation, if he breaks into the eighteen arhats, he will at least lose half his life.

The idiot next to him followed suit, as if he wanted to tear him apart with his own hands.

The precept monks headed by Hui Deng have already formed an encirclement around the periphery. The precept monks are not low in cultivation, and the number of them has reached a certain level, and it is very difficult to deal with.

On the outer level, all famous sects are also gearing up for it, and if they catch him, they will be a favor to Ganku Temple and earn a good name by the way.

He had thousands of enemies in front of him, but he was alone, and even the cat that followed him was sent away by him.

Tong Shu glanced around, not knowing where the real person was.

What is certain is that it must be within a distance that can be reached with one move.

With Yanzhi Zhenren around, his life is definitely safe, but Tong Shu doesn't want to go to that step, if Yanzhi Zhenren really makes a move, it will drag Yanzhi Zhenren and Jing Xingzong into this grievance.

He didn't come with Vision Jue, because he didn't want to involve Jing Jue and Jing Xingzong.

Moreover, with his temperament, let alone Jing Jue, he would not want to get involved even with irrelevant people.

Having made up his mind, Tong Shu walked to the center of the empty courtyard in front of the main hall.

This is the location.

He made 24 small flags out of Shanyin paper last night, and photographed them at 24 positions according to the Bagua Zhenlei Lihuo.

Here, is the formation eye.

Just waiting for the sound of the pipa, the Demon King Nightmare Zhenzhen responded.

He thought, sure enough, he was going to resume his old business in front of the world.

Next, as long as he does it, from that moment on, he can no longer be a Tong Shu who is ignored and trouble-free.

Lu Shu, Lu Guimen, the traitor of Furong Mountain, the murderous big devil, the frenzied patricide, the villain full of evil...

All kinds of entanglements, hatred, and grievances from previous lives will come to him without fail.

A smile slowly curled up on the corners of his lips, he thought: Life is like chess, no regrets when you make a move.

I finally understood, was relieved, and didn't mind.

In his previous life, he pretended to be free and easy, uninhibited, indifferent, and indifferent.

Actually not.

For many days and nights in Furong Mountain, he kept asking the man standing on the top of Furong Mountain over and over again in his heart, why didn't he teach him the Furong Mountain spells, why didn't he come to see him and his mother, why didn't he give birth and raise him? Why not get married? !

In the dirty and muddy place of the Devil's Gu Kiln, with strong resentment, he tore up the three characters Ling Xuelou and ate them into his stomach.Hate makes Xuelou cold-blooded and ruthless, hate makes Xuelou destroy his bones, hate makes Xuelou hurt his flesh and blood.

On the high tower of the Nightmare Gate, his heart was burning with fire, counting the hours moment by moment, waiting for the moment when he would kill Furong Mountain, calculating and clamoring for the day when he would recover his self-esteem, glory, and reputation. To uncover Lu Lan's disguise, pin Lu Lan to the ground, and apologize to him in front of the world.

When demons and immortals feared him, feared him, and alienated him, a thousand feet of ice had been frozen in his heart, which was bitingly cold.

At that time, he thought, I really am not strong enough.When I am strong enough, I want you, you, you, you all kneel at my feet, crying and begging me to take a look at you.

Especially the aloof Nie Si Xianshi, who wants to knock him out of the dust, ask him to beg my gaze, plead for my pity, and hold my clothes corner weeping bitterly.

Everyone said that Lu Shutian gave him a good life, and it went smoothly. He was the son of a famous family when he was in the fairy way, and he was the only heir when he was in the magic way.

It is said that he is very talented and promising at a young age.

In fact, he was just trying to save face, and used miscellaneous knowledge that others looked down upon and thought he was not popular as a cover.

Said that he had to make Xuelou favor him and reach the sky in one step.

In fact, he was bitten by all kinds of insects, pierced by all kinds of Gu, and cut off love for Jin Demon King.

The people he hated the most were Lu Lan and Ling Xuelou.

For the former, he killed his father with his own hands; for the latter, he didn't even call him master.

Oh yes, he later hated the third person.

Master Xichen has no dust in his eyes, is untainted by the mundane world, and knows no sufferings. Only Jing Jue is really smooth and has a good life.

Every time Seng Jingjue saw him, he would stand still at a distance, as if he would be dirty if he took a step closer;

He hates Jingjue, who is business-like, and Ginkgo Grove talks four times a year and refuses to sit down and have a sip of wine with him;

When Seng Jingjue put him in shackles, he was superior and merciless;

What's more, Jingjue possesses the realm of swordsmanship that can flatten nine continents with one sword and divide the world with one sword, but he can only think about it day and night but can't get it.

Jing Jue seemed to be standing on the supreme nine heavens forever, watching his struggle, confusion, and sinking, comparing him to being in the world but falling into hell.

An angel, a devil.

No wonder everyone in the world insisted that he killed Jing Jue.

He clearly had the dark thought of crushing the pride, self-esteem, and immortality of the fairy envoy.

In Jiewangshan Prison, that Xiao Shu said that Lu Guimen wanted to unify the two ways of immortals and demons.It's not like he didn't have this kind of thought before, and he even thought about how vulnerable the Nie Sixian envoy was at his feet.

He hated these three people fiercely and heart-burningly, and hated this world with biting hatred.

Those hot hatreds and cold venom surged, cooked, and icicled, torturing him, entangled him, and gnawed at him during his waking nights.

What's more painful is that reason repeatedly advised him not to kill his father, not to deceive his teacher, not to be jealous during the day, and madness fermented day by day at night.

Back then, as cold and ruthless as he was on the outside, he was so turbulent and anxious on the inside.They were burnt to the point of grinding their minds and bones, until they became indifferent, numb, and stiff.

In the end, almost self-mutilating, he embarked on a heartless severance of love, with no desires or desires.

However, it is different now.

He doesn't do that anymore.

He will no longer always be unable to identify himself as he did in his previous life.

He will no longer want someone to look at him more like he did in his previous life.

Don't always think that you have to look like the young master of Furong Mountain;

If you don't know how to become a piano repairer, you still worry that you won't be able to enter the way of swordsmanship;

Will not be in the realm of evil with righteous thoughts;

There will not always be comparisons, contradictions, pain, and regrets.

No longer relying on revisiting the little warmth of the old days, it is difficult to survive.

I'm afraid that even a little bit of warm light in that memory has dissipated.

Life is like chess, without regrets.

Tong Shu unknowingly widened the smile on his lips and raised his eyebrows a little bit. He calmly faced the hostility of thousands of people, and a gentle warmth surged in his heart.

Out of season, a face appeared in front of his eyes. It had an extraordinary face, its skin was as smooth as snow, it was domineering and cold, and it almost never showed any expression, but its eyes were as black as ink, crystal clear and concise. When looking at him, there was light in them of.

50 years in prison, everything that needs to be calm and spent is done.

On the day he saw the sun again, this world gave him a light.

His light, Jing Shenwei.

Tong Shu stood still in the court.

Spreading his palms, the ever-burning lamp slowly rose, hanging above his head.

Afterwards, he lifted it from his back, and a crow's light flashed by, and a five-string pipa of black wood and red strings was already hugged in his arms.

This is the fake Shangxie Pipa he brought from the Nightmare Gate.

Sure enough, with the appearance of this pipa, the occasion of thousands of people, in an instant, is like setting up an ice kiln.

A dead silence.

Tong Shu knew that this might be the last time his ears were clean.

He counted in his heart, one, two, three... eight, nine, ten... nineteen, twenty.

Sure enough, the first question began to be heard: "This piano, it is... this person, is he...?"

Soon voices in twos and threes joined in:

"That seems to be a five-stringed lute?"

"Looking at the appearance, is the evil on the magic piano?"

"Yes! I'm sure it's the Shangxie! It once shattered my eardrum! I'm deaf in one ear because of it! I can recognize it when it turns to ashes!"

"Then, this person..."

"Who else is it? It's Lu Shu!"

"Lu Guimen!"

"Isn't he dead!"

"Didn't I say that he couldn't possibly die? You still don't believe it! Now that you've seen him come back to commit crimes with your own eyes, it's believable!"

"It is said that his body is still under the pressure of Jiewang Mountain. How many demons have been crushed by Jiewang Mountain, and there has never been anyone who escaped. How could he still be alive?!"

"He can seize houses, cultivate ghosts, and resurrect dead bodies... He has done so many crooked ways, it's just a matter of twitching his fingers to come back!"

"Then why did he come to Ganku Temple? Although he used to pick all kinds of sects, he and Ganku Temple have always been in harmony with each other."

"Who knows? I probably came back and thought about it. The only difference is that I haven't set up the Ganku Temple, so I have to make it up?!"

"Is it so casually decided?"

"Didn't he do it casually when he went to Mount Furong and killed his father?"

"You can keep your voice down, lest you be heard by Lu Shu and cut off your tongue?"

"He didn't want to listen to people talking about it before, so he didn't let others say it later? Could it be that he has changed his sex after 50 years?"

……

More and more people joined in the discussion, but what was strange was that these people were talking enthusiastically, but retreated step by step, and the immortals who were watching had already retreated a few steps without thinking.

Free up the battlefield for Ganku Temple and Tong Shu.

Tong Shu watched and listened coldly.

He turned his eyes expressionlessly, and suddenly burst into a strange smile, mobilized his spiritual power, and swayed his voice: "Who among you wants to try my Demon King Nightmare Suppression Formation? Those who want to try stay; those who don't want to try Yes, go away!"

This sentence is equivalent to admitting that he is Lu Shu.

One stone hits a thousand waves!

The crowd suddenly boiled like oil, except for some high-level people who still managed to calm down; those with low-level skills were scared out of their wits and pulled out their weapons one by one in panic, but they fought back involuntarily.

There is a great possibility that they will run away as soon as their respective suzerains give an order.

Tong Shu's eyes were dull, and he looked away lightly.

He pressed the letter on the strings with one hand, looked at Sitting Deer Arhat and said, "Your Majesty, I have offended you. Do you want to do it again?"

The author has something to say: Is Shu'er tough?

Tong Shu: How can this generation of demon kings depend on men for soft food?

A certain song: I am afraid that you have misunderstood Ruanfan... To eat Ruanfan, you must first have an identity.

Has anyone found out that the real Shangxie Pipa is still missing?

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