The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Ye Tan quickly understood what happened——

He was in the sea of ​​consciousness of the purple mansion where the other party was dying and collapsed. Just now, he had a thought, thinking that this person would die.

Because he was polluted by the other party's blood, the sea of ​​consciousness did not reject him, followed his thoughts, and immediately recalled the memory of this person being stabbed through the heart.

But why the murderer's perspective?

"Zi Sang Junyan, aren't you the most honorable prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty? Are you not the heir to heaven, the most likely ascendant in this world? Why didn't you ascend to become a god? Now, everyone in the world hates you and hates you!" You, want you to die. You didn't expect it, even I hate you!"

The murderer's voice was full of innocent and ridiculous complacency. It was more like a naive child who thought rolling on the ground was taking revenge on an adult than a villain. Feel disgusted, but feel pity first.

Plants don't need to move, Ye Tan is at peace with the situation, looking at the man named Zisang Junyan in front of him as a murderer.

——The successor chosen by Tiandao, Tiandao abandoned it again, and Tiandao after 1 years is as boring as ever.

Zisang Junyan's face remained calm, he just raised his hand to hold the opponent's knife, and pulled it away from his heart bit by bit.

The murderer seemed to want to back away, but because he was too scared, he only moved a little and then stood there in a daze, his legs trembling all the time.

Until Zisang Junyan's face turned pale, blood gushed out from the corner of his lips again.

Around them, there are countless monks inside and out, and everyone's eyes are mixed with fear and twisted excitement.

"Succeeded, he was injured! Now is the best time to kill him!"

"Let's go together!"

"kill!"

Yetan shares the perspective with the murderer at the moment, the murderer can’t move, and he is also motionless, watching Zisang Junyan’s handsome face approaching him, his dark and indifferent eyes are like a black deep pool, calmly reflecting the blurred surroundings. Twisted crowd.

The flow of time has become extremely slow——

The blade pulled away from the heart.

Hot blood spattered Shi Yetan's face.

The hand holding the knife was held by the opponent's slender and strong hand.

The knife seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and it couldn't wait to slip into the opponent's hand, as if it should have been there in the first place.

The bleeding blade was close to Ye Tan's face.

The point of the knife was close to His eyes.

The wind of the knife was cold and brutal, and a tear appeared in his eyes physiologically.

The blade brushed... the corners of the eyes, the ears.

The sound of the wind cut off, and in the next moment, the corpse of the monk whose throat had been cut and lost his concealment appeared in the air.

The knife turned around almost without stagnation, leaving a bloody afterimage in the field of vision, and the afterimage merged into a strange pattern, like a flower blooming at the moment of life and death.

Every time the blade passed, the corpses of countless monks fell down.

The tears in the eyes dripped down the cheeks, and the blood that bloomed at the moment of life and death disappeared.

Apart from them, there was no one standing around.

Zisang Junyan was still standing in front of Yetan, with his left hand resting quietly on his left shoulder, or in other words, the murderer's left shoulder.

The murderer was only trembling in fear and didn't notice it, but Yetan noticed it, and Zisang Junyan's hand on his shoulder sank slightly.

—Yes, he was seriously injured and dying.

However, everyone forgot that Zisang Junyan had just been stabbed through the heart amidst the fierce, cruel and merciless counter-killing in front of them.

Even the murderer forgot, trembling in fear and wanting to back away, but in the end he only took half a step back, because of Zisang Junyan's hand on his shoulder, he froze there with extreme fear.

Not only the murderer, but also those onlookers who didn't do anything just now, were shocked by this unilateral and tragic massacre, and retreated subconsciously.

Everyone wanted to kill him, but they didn't dare to step forward even when he was seriously injured and dying.

Because of this, they were able to live temporarily, living in fear.

Zisang Junyan's fingers were still on the murderer's shoulder, and also on Ye Tan's shoulder who shared the perspective with the murderer at this moment, exerting a little force.

Close to death, Zisang Junyan's whole body was as cold as an abyss, as if the killing intent just now hadn't dissipated, and he was coming towards him, cutting his skin painfully.

"Don't, don't kill me!"

The murderer shook like a sieve, desperately stepped back, and fell to the ground.

Only Yetan still stood where he was, looking at Zisang Junyan.

Because of the loss of support from his shoulders, Zisang Junyan suddenly became unstable.

Another gust of blood overflowed his thin lips, and the blood ran along the stern jawline and fell into the collar of the snow-white inner jacket under the black clothes, staining that indifferent and noble face like a sculpture made of ice and snow.

Like a god enshrined in a temple, a high and invincible statue suddenly cracked a gap.

There was a burst of laughter.

Ye Tan turned his head and saw the murderer's face.

There was a big malicious and excited smile on that face, undisguised like a child, the viciousness was so innocent and pure, so direct and unreserved.

"He's going to die, he's going to die! Aye, Aye, I did it, I helped you, he's really going to die!"

The murderer smiled and looked somewhere in the crowd, like a child begging for candy and can't wait.

Some people stared blankly at Zi Sang Junyan, who was dying. They didn't know whether they were looking forward to it or couldn't believe it. Someone could easily seriously injure him.

The other part followed the murderer's gaze, looking for the person behind the scenes who could hurt Zi Sang Junyan.

The crowd dispersed, revealing a jade stick.

The transparent water-blue veil is like a small pavilion made of jade, and there is a person sitting in the pavilion, wearing a dignified and elegant white dress with wide sleeves, holding a closed jade bone fan in his hand.

The person in Yu Huan was sitting loosely through the tulle, his eyes were closed, and he smiled at the murderer: "Ah? This matter seems to have nothing to do with me."

The murderer looked at him innocently, his eyes sparkling, and he stammered: "I, I just want to help, help Aye."

The man's tone was very kind: "I'm just here to join in the fun. It's those people who want to kill him. If you say help, you will help them. I think they will thank you."

The murderer was taken aback, but his expression was still looking forward to: "But, you give me the knife..."

That knife is a rare artifact in the world, otherwise it would not be able to severely injure Zi Sang Junyan.

The other party smiled gently: "It's just for your own protection, didn't I make it clear?"

The murderer's face was pale, and he looked at him disappointedly: "I, I..."

The people around seemed to be reminded of something suddenly.

"Xuan Ye, Zisang Junyan is from Yu Luo Xiaotai, it's time for you Yu Luo Xiaotai to clean up the house!"

"That's right, suppressing the scum of the cultivation world has always been the responsibility of the heirs of the Dao of Heaven. As a new generation of law enforcement officers of the Dao of Heaven, killing him is your business!"

——The new heir to heaven?

Ye Tan looked at the person behind the veil.

Xuan Ye pressed her folded fan against her slightly curved lips, seemed to hesitate for a moment, nodded slightly, still closed her eyes and smiled, and said calmly: "Everyone is right, but I'm halfway through, and my cultivation is still shallow , is another blind man, being able to be a preacher of the way of heaven is all due to luck. Maybe the master couldn't find a suitable one for a while, so let's use me for the time being? I think I am far from the opponent of Senior Brother Zisang. Among the eight heavenly cities in Taiwan, I am the last in cultivation, so you really don’t need to care about me. Besides—"

He paused, with a smile on his lips, closed his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly, the elegant and harmless brows were suddenly full of arrogance, indescribably wild and wanton, but the smiling tone became more and more serious. Rourou: "I have nine senior servants in Yuluo Xiaotai, five of them have fallen in the hands of Zisang Junyan in this battle, and the soldiers have broken the cycle of reincarnation. The three elders of the servants have been seriously injured and have not yet woken up. This is the price in exchange for the generals." Sang Junyan stayed in Biluo Mountain. But the seniors in the cultivation world, who rushed to Biluo Mountain for thousands of miles, are they just like me, just to join in the fun?"

The monks around were ridiculed by him for a while but had nothing to say, so they could only snort coldly.

Those great powers remained silent, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

——Jiu Shichen, who guarded Yu Luoxiao Terrace, died five times and was injured three times. The new successor of the Dao of Heaven is so unlucky.Yu Luo Xiaotai has been aloof for many years, without Zisang Junyan, the situation in the cultivation world may be changed.

Ye Tan was also surprised: at such a good time, they didn't go to capture Yu Luo Xiaotai and carve up the power, why would they pester a former Heavenly Taoist?

Then someone shouted: "Zi Sang Junyan, hand over the heavenly book! I'll let you live later."

"Hand over the Book of Destiny!"

"You are no longer the inheritor of the way of heaven, why do you hold on to the book of heaven and make enemies of the world?"

"As long as you hand over the heavenly book, we will never get involved in the grievances between you and Yu Luo Xiaotai."

"Yu Luo Xiaotai didn't want Zisang Junyan's life, as long as he abolished his cultivation, handed over the inheritance, and returned the heavenly book!"

"Hand over the heavenly book and abolish your cultivation! You are no longer the heir of the heavenly way, and you are not qualified to obtain the heavenly book and the inherited exercises!"

"What do you want to do? The Book of Heaven belongs to the heirs of the Dao of Heaven, and it belongs to Yu Luo Xiaotai!"

Xuan Ye still had her eyes closed, seemingly innocent, with a gentle smile, with a folding fan in her hand resting on her chin: "Ah, you don't need to give me the heavenly book, you can see for yourself."

"My lord!" One of the only remaining Nine servants next to Yuyu, a solemn and cold female cultivator, looked at him disapprovingly, "Heavenly preachers have always used heavenly scriptures to connect cause and effect, and practice the laws of heaven and Taoism. Heavenly Book, how to enforce the law impartially?"

Xuan Ye closed her eyes, smiled warmly, and said with a good temper: "But even if I want it, I can't get it. Why don't you just be generous and give it to them. Peace is the most important thing in everything. Wouldn't it be nice to take a step back?" The world is peaceful? Then there will be no bad things that need to be enforced. What do you think?"

How could Shi Chen, who practiced for thousands of years, be moved by his fallacious reasoning, but he couldn't bear to reprimand him, and just patiently explained.

"Yu Luo Xiaotai has been in charge of the cultivation world for thousands of years, and has always relied on the inheritance of the way of heaven, the laws and rules, and the heavenly book is the foundation of all laws. Zisang Junyan is No. 1 in the cultivation world, killing and cutting, and deterring the cultivation world for hundreds of years , the world is convinced. You took over Yu Luo Xiaotai halfway in his place, your cultivation base can’t keep up for a while, your temper is soft, and you lose the heavenly scriptures, how can these monks obey you?”

Xuan Ye couldn't help laughing, eyes still closed, her brows tinged with an elegant lightheartedness, and her tone was calm, she said: "There are 36 heavenly cities in the Cultivation Continent, eighteen cities in the Zhenyu Dynasty, eight cities in Yuluo and Xiaotai, The Futu Buddhist Village and the Yaozu are divided into ten cities. One person, for a hundred years, at the same time takes care of the heirs of the way of heaven, the sage of the dynasty, the lord of Yu Luo Xiaotai, who holds the book of destiny, follows the law of the way of heaven, and determines the life and death of all beings. Throughout the past and present, There is nothing else in the world except Zisang Junyan. No. 1 in the cultivation world, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the co-lord of the world. But in this situation, if someone is too strong and stands too high, it is not a good thing."

"Innocence. In matters of cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Zisang Junyan made a mistake by himself..."

Having said that, but as strong as Zisang Junyan, one step further will cause him to ascend, how much more powerful can he turn the world around?

Shi Chen didn't have an answer in his mind, so he didn't say any more, he focused on watching the battle situation on Zisang Junyan's side, and didn't pay attention to Xuan Ye's expression.

Ye Tan's eyes lightly fell there, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know where he was for a moment.

He wasn't interested, and he didn't listen to a single sentence in the conversation. He would notice it, just because this new heir of heaven was a little strange and familiar with..., but after watching it, he forgot why he felt familiar.

Xuan Ye in the jade curtain suddenly twitched slightly between her eyebrows, her ring finger clinging to the jade fan twitched, her chin was restrained and her head tilted slightly, her closed eyes instantly "looked" at Yetan's direction accurately.

"What's the matter with you?" Shi Chen immediately sensed Xuan Ye's actions, and looked in the direction where he closed his eyes, only to see the murderer who assassinated Zi Sang Junyan standing there in a daze, and couldn't help frowning.

"I know you are soft-hearted, but this kind of ignorant person in the spiritual platform is like a naive child no matter what his age. He is born with chaos, without distinction between good and evil. Don't be distracted by him."

Xuan Ye still had her eyes closed, her expression was empty, and she was slightly absent-minded: "...It's just that the consonance is moving suddenly, but Zifu's hair is empty, like...like..."

He seemed to be deliberating to find an accurate description, but finally said: "It seems...an old friend came."

But he knew clearly that he was alone and had no relatives.