The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

In fact, there are not many masters in the realm of crossing the catastrophe, and they can be counted with two hands.

Over the past hundred years, several soldiers have been solved in the hands of Zisang Junyan.

The monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period he killed in this battle alone are more than the combined trials of the hundred years of heavenly scriptures.

Even the few surviving elders of Yu Luo Xiaotai's achievements also fell in this battle.

But this eunuch is indeed a monk in the period of crossing the catastrophe, a high-level worshiper of the Zhenyu Dynasty who is hidden from the world.

The eunuch squinted his eyes and sneered, and his soft voice seemed to be eloquent: "Everyone doesn't know that the Zisang royal family in the cultivation world has always cultivated the way of kingship, and the ancestors of Zisang once connected to the fairy world, and got a special gift from the ancestors of the emperor who had already ascended. Inheritance——Whenever the crown prince is born, the aura of heaven and earth will produce a person who will inherit the karma for the prince. Robbery. The puppet is related to the prince's fate, if the puppet does not die, the prince will be fine no matter how much he is injured."

Those people were astonished as if they knew this for the first time.

"There is such a thing, no wonder Zi Sang Junyan is so strong after only a hundred years of practice? It turns out that he used the lives of others to take care of his wounds."

"Such evil heretics are also worthy of being the heirs of heaven..."

"No wonder he will be deprived of the inheritance of the Heavenly Dao. It must be the master of Yu Luo Xiaotai who discovered his evil deeds..."

"He didn't dare to hand over the heavenly book because he was afraid that people would find out about it..."

"What a catastrophe in the cultivation world, I'm afraid this person is trying to cover up his wild words to confuse the crowd..."

The eunuch raised his eyelids, and looked at Zi Sang Junyan with a smirk: "Prince Zi Sang Junyan, in order to steal the country, used the name of the Book of Heaven to commit evil deeds of killing the king and father and committing treason. Fortunately, your majesty saw it in advance. , narrowly escaped unharmed."

Zisang Junyan was indifferent, his dark eyes were calm, he stared at the eunuch, just looked at him, but seemed to be aloof and ruthless: "Father is still alive?"

The eunuch sneered, and unfolded the imperial decree in his hand: "According to the decree of the emperor of the Zhenyu Dynasty, the crown prince Sangjun Yan conspired to commit a crime, and he was unfilial and immoral. From now on, the position of the holy monarch will be abolished, the royal family will be removed, and the world will be punished. Everyone can get it and kill it!"

The murderer was no stranger to seeing this eunuch, and couldn't help but surprise and said, "Eunuch Zhao, you are finally here, and I've already..."

However, the eunuch ignored him, and immediately pointed at him and said sharply: "Everyone—this son is Zi Sang Junyan's successor puppet!"

Everyone instantly looked at the murderer who stood there dumbfounded by the eunuch's attitude.

As soon as the eunuch's words fell, the murderer suddenly opened his mouth, and an uncontrollable flow of dirty blood gushed out.

"This idiot is useless, but Zi Sang Junyan stayed in Yu Luoxiao Terrace and protected him all the time. He even forgave the other party for stabbing him in the back. What kind of Taoist oath, now it seems, really saved this idiot's life for him Inheritance is used for life!"

The murderer looked at Zisang Junyan blankly: "You don't kill me because you want me to save your life?"

Zisang Junyan's expression was calm and calm, and there was no fluctuation from the beginning to the end, as if nothing was enough to surprise him: "No."

But the murderer didn't believe it, and suddenly said, "You didn't dodge that knife..."

The crowd was talking.

"Let me just say, a mere mortal, even if that knife is a divine weapon, how can he assassinate Zisang Junyan?"

"I'm also surprised that the half-step ascension saint lacks the magic weapon in his hand, and he can do something that even they can't do."

"Unless Zisang Junyan doesn't hide at all, let him kill him!"

In the chaos, someone shouted: "If you want to kill Zi Sang Junyan, kill the puppet first! If the puppet is not destroyed, no matter how severely injured Zi Sang Junyan is, he will not die!"

Killing a son Sang Junyan who was seriously injured and on the verge of death may be as difficult as reaching the sky. Everyone was afraid and did not dare to act rashly for a while.

But killing a mortal with no cultivation is simply too easy.

They don't even need to get close to him.

In the crowd, someone immediately touched the magic weapon and treasure, and someone urged the talisman seal.

For a moment, the sword energy was like light.

No matter how strong Zisang Junyan is, he can kill hundreds of people and thousands of people. How can he save a mortal in an instant?

Life is so fragile, it only takes one thought to destroy it, but there is no way to stop death.

Blood oozes from the murderer's body immediately, his soul seems to have been cut hundreds of times with invisible silk threads, but the surface of his body is still intact, it's just... life is better than death.

The murderer trembled, his eyes widened and his mouth opened, unable to make a sound in pain, he staggered and grabbed Zisang Junyan's sleeve.

It's like asking: Why didn't Zisang Junyan save himself?He is so powerful, he can be saved as long as he thinks about it!

However, with just such a slight movement, Zisang Junyan's figure swayed, and the place where his heart was pierced, black blood splattered and soaked the black skirt.

Ye Tan frowned, he shared vision with the murderer.

At this moment, I feel empathy, my body is being intertwined and cut by countless silk threads.

He hadn't felt what it was like to be wounded and dying for many years.

Like a tingling pain everywhere, like emptiness, like cold, like heat.

So, is it true that people are injured and dying?It's not the same as flowering and breaking branches.

The murderer was so painful that he couldn't make a sound, and stretched out his hand helplessly.

It was really unexpected that Ye Tan was grabbed by his arm, and in a daze, he slowly frowned and looked at him.

"Please... please... kill me... kill..." He begged that someone could completely end his life and end his pain, no matter who it was.

Behind him, Zisang Junyan slowly raised his hand, directly piercing the murderer's heart.

His palms passed through Ye Tan's heart.

That one didn't hurt very much, it was like cutting the silk thread between body and soul.

That hand seemed to have no warmth at first, but gradually it seemed that warmth spread to Yetan's heart.

very warm.

Yetan's eyes were slightly empty and quiet, and he closed his eyes slightly like weary.

He looked back into Zisang Junyan's eyes, trying to see what he was thinking.

I want to know, Zisang Junyan, how does it feel to be injured?What are you thinking at this moment?

Zisang Junyan's face was as pale as snow, and his dark eyes like Yongye were devoid of emotion and light, only his brows and eyes became more and more like the ascetic calm of a god.

In Yu Huanli, Xuan Ye still closed her eyes, quiet and gentle, the smile on her lips didn't reach her eyebrows, it was much lighter than before.

The murderer's body knelt down on the ground, raised his eyes to look at Yu Huan's position, and gently stretched out his hand towards Xuan Ye.

Like a little beggar who is freezing to death on the street and wants to reach out and touch the void, in the misty and hazy distant mountain ink painting, there is an omnipotent god who is transcendent and omnipotent.

Although the god did not cross him.

Distant voices.

... "Puppet, dead?"

... "Zi Sang Junyan is really cold-blooded, even killing his own Chengye puppet..."

... "He is crazy, the puppet is dead, he will die too..."

... "It's because the puppet is useless, it loses its value... right?"

... "Otherwise, why would he do this?"

Yeah, why would he do that?

He ended the suffering of the only puppet who could save his life.

Is it because of ego?Or is it because he has gone mad?

The moment the murderer died, Zisang Junyan raised his eyes and threw the knife in his hand.

"You... no..." The eunuch didn't even have time to congeal the unbelievable expression on his face;

That weapon is indeed a divine weapon, designed to destroy the soul of the monk Zifu.

"The first rule in the order of heaven: Do not kill in vain. If you murder him, you will die if he dies." Zi Sang Junyan's voice was calm, without any emotion.

This eunuch is the most important trump card hidden behind the scenes in this siege, and it is the hidden support of those people.

It was also at the time of crossing the catastrophe, but in the hands of Zisang Junyan, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he was completely crushed just by meeting him.

They knew that he was terrible, but they never thought that his fear had been left behind.

Who else in the world can kill him?

Why does Heaven allow such unkillable monsters to appear in the world?

Everyone backed away in horror, their eyes were complicated, they stared at Zisang Junyan in a daze, their faces pale and dead silent for a moment.

If he wasn't crazy, they should be crazy.

"Monster..."

"Evil heretics..."

The crowd was at a loss, staring at Zisang Junyan's indifferent face from the beginning to the end, no matter whether he was killing or being killed.

In the past, when he was the heir of Yu Luo Xiaotai, the noble and incomparable prince of the Zhenyu Dynasty, and the enforcer of the law of heaven admired by all in the cultivation world, his brows and eyes looked so lonely and noble.

Now, falling from the clouds, losing all his high status, being subverted by his dynasty, abandoned by the way of heaven, besieged and killed by monks all over the world, pierced through the heart, at the end of the road, and about to die, his facial features are still holy and lonely .

Even though the blood stains had stained his face.

That face is certainly handsome and noble, unique in the world, but this person is hated like Shura Mosha in the eyes of everyone.

No one dared to act rashly.

They are afraid of him.

Zisang Junyan's heart was pierced, Chengye's puppet was dead, and he no longer had a weapon in his hand.

But they were still, afraid of him.

Like the fear engraved in Taoism.

At this moment, the more advanced a person is, the more he can connect with the will of heaven and earth, and the more he has a fear that is close to the truth: as long as Zisang Junyan still has breath, anyone who wants to kill him will die.

No matter how unwilling they are to believe, they have to admit that this person may have been strong enough to be close to the existence of Tao.

Zisang Junyan shook his body.

Everyone took half a step back in an instant.

Zisang Junyan backed away, and those people also backed away like a dazed man, only Xuan Ye's Yu Huan stayed there all the time.

Half a step away behind him is a cliff, the hell road that connects Huangquan to the world of comprehension.

Ye Tan looked into his eyes: "Why?"

Of course Zisang Junyan would not answer him.

These are the past that happened long ago, and he just reviewed it in Zisang Junyan's sea of ​​consciousness in Zifu.

Seeing Zisang Junyan looking at the group of people, his eyes were calm, heartless and heartless: "The heavenly scriptures: Zisang Junyan, the destiny is over, the cause and effect are settled, and his soldiers are ordered to solve the hell. The enforcer, Zisang Junyan .”

Everyone couldn't believe what they heard, and they opened their mouths and froze for a moment.

This Heavenly Dao Judgment is familiar to people in the comprehension world, and they are afraid of death. The reason why they participated in this siege and scrambled for the heavenly book is that they are afraid that one day their name will appear on it, and Zi Sang Junyan will read it out without emotion.

But no one thought that one day the person who will be sentenced will be Zisang Junyan himself.

No one expected that the last destiny executed by the Law Enforcer was to end his own life.

After Zisang Junyan finished speaking, without any hesitation, he jumped into the magma of hell.

Instead, they took a step back.

Ye Tan lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the murderer's dead face.

Is it because Zisang Junyan didn't dodge the murderer's knife because he wanted soldiers to break through the realm of hell?

Let that mortal who hates and envies him get his wish once.

Is it the pity of the strong for the weak...?

However, at the same time, he mercilessly beheaded several monks in the Tribulation Stage, and calmly sent countless people to hell one after another. He was more cruel and ruthless than the most bloodthirsty monster in the world.

——The lunatic who pours his heart and blood into the ten thousand-year-old Udumbara flower is really... incomprehensible.

Zi Sang Junyan who jumped into hell was not committing suicide.

He was actively flying down, and the Brahma Qi was released to block the erosion of the dead energy in the magma.

The black eyes are calm and focused, with no distractions, it seems that even in this kind of place, they are still actively seeking to survive, looking for something calmly.

But there is nothing under hell, except lava and death.

The realm of hell has always been the place where the underworld meets the human world, and even the heirs of the heavenly realm, who fall into it, cannot escape the end of death.

The dead air of magma can corrode everything, including the monk's soul.

Hell has no bottom, and Zisang Junyan's spiritual power is consumed extremely quickly, until his spiritual veins are drained, Danying burns, and Zifu dries up rapidly, with no Brahman Qi to support.

The suppressed magma dead flames immediately counterattacked and surrounded him in an instant.

Unable to use any spells, Zisang Junyan fell straight into the deep sea of ​​magma.

At this moment, the expression on his face was still calm and indifferent.

Even, never close your eyes.

Those dark eyes like eternal night looked up: "Who are you?"

Ye Tanxu sat on his fallen body, looking down into his eyes: "Can you see me?"

How is this possible?

He only saw the past in his Zifu sea of ​​consciousness, how could people in the past see him through time and space?

However, Zisang Junyan was indeed looking at him, his eyes were cold and silent, his face was emotionless, his desires were indifferent, and he was very quiet. After watching him for a long time, he felt like gentleness: "Yeah."

Ah, I actually saw it.

In the deep sea of ​​hell built by magma and fire, only this handsome and quiet face is pale, just like the glacier and snow valley where Yetan has been sleeping for thousands of years.

Ye Tan likes the bright white, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the dried blood on this face.

Yetan's eyes were light and depressed, like the moon mist covering the emerald lake, he was there one moment, and he didn't know where he went the next moment.

It was difficult for him to keep his attention, and he had no interest in the world, but he could always stop for a moment when his eyes fell on those black eyes, and time seemed to slow down a beat.

Ask softly: "Do you want to live or die?"

He didn't see the obvious desire to survive on this person's face, but he also couldn't see self-destruction, only the calmness of few desires and indifference.

A little... a little curious.

Zisang Junyan did not answer.

Until the end, he didn't say anything, just looked up quietly.

The world seen by those eyes that are as quiet as the eternal night is probably quiet and beautiful.

Therefore, Ye Tan also glanced up.

See, the rocks burning layer by layer in the raging flames are of different shades.

Like the stars above the sky, fireworks are blooming like jewels, covering the night sky layer by layer.

Like the intertwined nebula destiny of all phases of Brahma in an instant, the spring is full of flowers.

——It seems that it is very beautiful.