The devil has too many vests

Shenzhou Northern Wilderness, the end of the sky.

The vast and endless darkness blocked the way forward, and under the bottomless abyss, the cold wind whimpered. The invisible cold wind seemed to come from the Nine Nether, covering this restricted area of ​​life.

There is also a forest of white calamity fires raging for a long time, burning souls and refining souls.

Whenever a living thing falls into it, its flesh and blood will be turned into mud, its soul will be refined, and its bones will be cut into ashes every inch of it.Died in extreme pain, with no bones left.

This is the abyss of heaven in the population of the world.

On this day, in the whimpering wind, rustling sounds suddenly came out, and under the endless and deep abyss, there seemed to be thousands of ghosts crying.

Immediately afterwards, the raging sea of ​​flames separated the two sides as if paying homage to the king, and a skinny hand slowly protruded from the bottom of the cliff and appeared on the cliff.The five fingers, with only the bones left, sank deeply into the rocks.

Someone climbed up from under the abyss.

·

half year later.

The splendid world has become a purgatory.

On the Xuantian Peak hanging in the sky, the mountain gate is wide open, and almost all the practitioners from various sects and sects in the vast land of Shenzhou gather here.Either they were survivors who were hard-pressed to save their lives after the sect was destroyed, or they were outsiders who were sad and anxious.

In the outside world, everyone is a famous master figure.

But now they are as anxious as ants on a hot pot, and they have completely lost their former demeanor.

"That person acted without any scruples. In just a few months, he slaughtered nearly a hundred sects of the righteous and the devil. He is really vicious! I heard that the next target of the devil is the Xuantian Peak. Dare to ask the Holy Master if there is a countermeasure ?”

There are all kinds of beings.Some people were panicked and wished they could find a place to hide immediately and stop interfering with Jianghu affairs. They were just worried that the other party would not give in, so they had no choice but to hug Xuan Tianfeng's thigh.

However, those who have had a deep grudge with him are full of resentment, and their words are full of murderous intent: "What else can be done? The only thing is to kill!"

"It turned out that we were careless. We didn't expect this person to come back to life, which made him succeed in his plot. Now that all the sects of Shenzhou are working together, why are we still afraid of a mere half-useful person? If he really dares Come, just use his soul to comfort many fellow spirits in heaven!"

"To put it simply! That person survived the calamity and fire. I'm afraid he has already broken the boundary between heaven and man. How could he have destroyed nearly a hundred sects before? How can it be done by a mere plot? If there is such a simple deal, why bother to throw away the house? It’s better to fight to the death with that devil early and settle the grievance.”

"you!"

Seeing that the enemy had not been resolved yet, and an internal strife was about to take place in an instant, those Xuantian Peak disciples who were in charge of hospitality hurried forward to stop it and dissuade it.In my heart, there is a sense of disillusionment in the legends of the rivers and lakes.

After all, it is on the territory of Xuantian Peak, so naturally no one wants to be the villain who has offended the master's house, and no longer argue with each other, so they can only vent their anger and unspeakable fear on the foreign enemy.

"Damn! Damn—"

"Damn Yan Wusheng!"

"I have already fallen into the abyss of heaven, and I have been refining my soul by fire for 20 years, and sooner or later my soul will be scattered—why don't you just die obediently, and insist on bringing disaster to the world again!"

Some people look like crazy, and their voice is sad and angry, and they can't afford to hit the ground.

The others also felt sympathetic to each other, and they were all saddened: "Oh, I made a big mistake when I made a mistake back then. I really shouldn't be merciful..."

"Now that this person came out of Tianyuan, bloodbathed hundreds of sects in Shenzhou, and the sect's thousands of years of inheritance were shattered, and we are like dogs who lost their families... If we don't crush him to ashes, how can we face our ancestors?"

For a while, these people were sad and angry, complaining and cursing at the same time, and from time to time some people spit out some vicious curses, swore to cry blood, all kinds of moods, and so on.

But all of them exposed their inner fear and panic.

Seeing that everyone lost their composure, the young Xuantian Peak disciples around them inevitably showed surprise.I'm really curious about what kind of character these demons are talking about, who can affect the world with his own power, and look down on both good and evil?

Over the years, as that person disappeared into Tianyuan, everything about him has been completely covered up under the intentional or unintentional cover-up of various forces.

They couldn't help but quietly asked the brothers and sisters around them, but it seemed that those people's memories were aroused: "Is Yan Wusheng..."

Those who were lucky enough to witness all kinds of accidents more than 20 years ago couldn't help showing a trance look, as if they were lost in memory.

"This person is indeed extraordinary. He has supreme talent, but his heart is unruly and unruly, deviated from the right path, and went astray."

"Yan Wusheng is not his real name. It is said that he was originally a prince and nobleman, born with honor, but later suffered a change and was exiled in the rivers and lakes. Fortunately, I Xuantian Peak took care of him, so he has a peaceful day."

"But instead of being ungrateful, he burned Xuantian Peak overnight, took the opportunity to leave the sect, and even willingly fell into the company of the Yinkui sect of the demonic way..."

"Yinkui Sect? Is that the demonic sect that murdered and refined corpses, extracted souls and refined souls, used all means, and was tolerated by the righteous and demons, and finally aroused public outrage, and was wiped out by the Supreme Dao Sect?"

"is not that right?"

The person who spoke seemed to be very jealous, and his tone was not as peaceful as the previous two senior brothers and sisters.

"That Yan Wusheng was willing to fall, not only with the notorious Yinkui Sect, but also after the Yinkui Sect was destroyed, he fled with his inherited treasures all the way, and became enemies of my Shenzhou Hundred Sects, and disasters abounded everywhere he passed... Waiting for people who don't know right from wrong, no matter how talented they are, it's hard to tolerate them in the world!"

He sneered again: "It's no wonder that when this person climbed to the Xuantian Peak, the master of the Zhitian Pavilion ordered him to call him unknown!"

Everyone said what they said to each other, like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, they can be regarded as putting together all the things that happened that year.Including how the devil escaped, how the hundred sects of China got rid of the devil and defended the way, and how the other party fought back brazenly and killed the world... The younger generation of disciples were fascinated by it.

"...The way of heaven is clear, and the retribution is not good! The previous master of the Zhitian Pavilion spent his life to deduce the secrets of heaven, and united with hundreds of sects to lay down a net of heaven and earth. In the end, his meridians were all destroyed, his Taoism was filthy, and he had nowhere to escape. In the end, he had to jump alone. Go down to Tianyuan."

"Tianyuan?!"

As soon as this term came out, those junior disciples gasped when they heard it.

Everyone knows the danger of Tianyuan, and it has always been regarded as a place where there is death and no life. Now Yan Wusheng can return to the world safely from under Tianyuan?

They couldn't help expressing the question in many people's minds: "... Is this Yan Wusheng a human or a ghost?"

"Whether he is a human or a ghost? Even if he is really a ghost, this time, he must be completely wiped out!"

As soon as the words fell, heavy snow suddenly floated between the sky and the earth, and pieces of flying feathers were light and graceful, dotted with mountains, cliffs, pavilions and pavilions.

The wind howled continuously.

Thousands of miles away, the sky is still clear, but within a thousand miles of Xuantian Peak, it is windy and snowy like waterfalls.It seems that the world has changed in the blink of an eye.

"This is... a change in the sky!"

"That's right, it is indeed a vision of heaven and earth that can only be induced by practitioners in the realm of heaven and man, and it is a kind of celestial phenomenon that has never been seen before."

"Could it be some great master who broke through?"

Amidst the exclamation, the rising sun was gradually covered by layers of clouds, and the hazy sky and earth were all white.

The heavy snow was flying, and the sound of misty footsteps slowly sounded from the plank road outside Xuantian Peak, and the wooden plank road made a "creaking" sound.

A figure came in the wind and snow, and the last ray of light in the sky turned into his background.

·

blood.

Blood everywhere.

It was as if endless blood stained the snow, and the ferocious red covered the snow-white mountain top.

The dying Holy Master of Xuantian Peak was pierced through the chest by a forest white bone sword, and was firmly nailed to the mountain gate.The terrifying sword intent sliced ​​through his soul piece by piece.Countless remains of severed limbs spread all over the ground centered on him.

"I am back……"

A soft murmur sounded on the Xuantian Peak, which was as dead as a ghost land.Under the robes woven with strands of white flames, a figure stood silently.

"Ho... ho... Yan..."

Holy Lord, who was nailed to the mountain gate with a sword, forcefully opened his eyes, and let out a rubble-like sound from his throat: "You are not dead..."

The blood blurred his vision, and he could only see a ghostly shadow as far as his eyes could see.

Pale face, snow-white hair, pale flames burning around, and a pair of dark and empty eyes without a trace of light in the flames.

Dark and cold, without any popularity.

These are the eyes of a blind man.

The empty eyes lightly cast a "glance" at him, and a flat and hoarse voice slowly sounded: "I said, I will not die, I will definitely come back alive."

"Hey... is this... your revenge?" As far as the eye can see, there are corpses everywhere, and the broken soul in the altar utters its final wail, and the Holy Master's eyes are filled with grief. "We were wrong about what happened back then, but..."

Sometimes, knowing that it is a mistake, for the sake of reputation, profit, and many things, I have to make the mistake.

"Revenge? You're thinking too much." The man in black took a step forward.

"Over the years, I've been thinking about what I did wrong."

The white flames were lingering, and the snow-white hair fluttered in the flames. His hoarse voice was as flat as ever, without waves, like a scholar who was explaining his own theory to everyone.

"...After thinking about it, I understand."

"In this world, being weak is a sin. My fault is that I am a weak person, and I try to talk about fairness and justice with the strong? It is really sad and ridiculous."

"You were stronger back then, so you can say that black is white, and white is black... Now that the strength is reversed, I can naturally exchange the lives of all of you for a chance to start over."

"It's fair, isn't it?"

His voice was too serious, and his tone was extremely sincere and sincere.

But anyone who hears it will understand that he has wholeheartedly regarded these remarks as the truth, and there is no hypocrisy or sophistry.He really regarded the lives of everyone as the fuel for his own rebirth, and he did not slaughter wantonly for revenge and blood hatred.

"Do not--"

The Lord suddenly felt cold all over his body, and the chill seemed to emerge from the cracks in his bones and permeate his soul.

The indescribable fear was like an invisible hand, slowly strangling his throat... What kind of monster he created with his own hands!

He wanted to deny, to justify, to confess loudly, but nothing came out of his throat.He had no choice but to keep his eyes wide open, but only the cold and empty eyes of the man in black were reflected in his sight.

There is neither sorrow nor joy, and there is no joy of revenge for a big revenge, just like the sun and the moon hanging high in the nine sky, unmoved by everything.

Deep in the fear of the soul, the Holy Master closed his eyes, and the sudden white flames completely engulfed him.

The surrounding sky changed again.Wisps of icy white flames emerged from the void.

The bone-piercing flame melted the remnant body of the Holy Master, burned down the fairy-like pavilions of the surrounding heavenly palaces, obliterated the flesh and blood stumps all over the mountain gate, and ignited the cold wind and frost and snow all over the sky.

The Xuantian Peak, which symbolizes the supreme holy place in the world, was burned to white ground in the vast flames, and the wreckage everywhere turned into ashes, leaving a clean sheet.

A figure stood quietly in the sea of ​​flames, the incarnation of the primordial spirit under the black robe had reached its limit, gradually turning from reality to emptiness, almost to pieces.

He looked indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

Turning around to leave, deep in his dark and empty pupils, a little golden glow lit up.The golden light swims like a flame, intertwining in the pupil of the left eye a sundial-like illusory pattern, except that the scale on it is different from the sundial, and there is no word.

This is the rare treasure "The Sundial of Time" that has been born since he traveled to this world. It can manipulate time, tamper with time, and reverse time, and it can only be driven by the power of time.

One after another, illusory streamers of light floated from the wreckage in the sea of ​​flames, these invisible and qualityless powers of time rushed towards him, and were finally swallowed up by the Dial of Time.

As the power of time poured in, the illusory hands of the Dial of Time in his pupil suddenly moved a small counterclockwise.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the sudden thunder split the sky, and the invisible storm raged, and the time and space were distorted.

An illusory river of time emerged silently, and mighty waves engulfed him.

"I am back……"