The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

The beauty was blindfolded with black cloth, shackled and dragged by the shoulders by the campfire. Her long snow-colored hair fell on the red dress and black cape, which looked a little messy. Calm, but it didn't make him feel embarrassed at all.

It seems that the one who is being controlled is the Qingwuge patriarch who is holding him in front of him.

Xinmo Fusheng held Yetan's shoulders tightly, staring at him fiercely with cold red eyes.

"What the hell are you? Why is he the only one special? Why Zisang Junyan?"

All demons seem to be born from why, "why me" and "why not me".

Why am I suffering from this?

Why is it not me who prefers and stays in the beauty of the world?

Yetan's face was very calm, and his light-colored lips lifted slightly: "Because, Zisang Junyan is pitiful."

Xin Mo Fu Sheng's expression at that moment was very strange: "...is he pitiful?"

Who in this world would associate Zisang Junyan with pity?Even if he dies in the end, the short time that such a person exists in the world is beyond the reach of countless people in a long life.

Ye Tan made a very soft, sigh-like voice: "He likes this world, but this world doesn't like him. He is so gentle and kind, but only I know, only I like him. But, the only one who likes him, Not as he knows it. I'm not something that exists in the world he likes."

He said in a negligent voice: "I have thought about it like you. If one day my name appears in the heavenly book, will he come to kill me? Will he also send me to hell? Unlike you, I'm not afraid, I'm looking forward to it."

The heart demon was surprised: "You want to know, between you and him, who will he choose?"

The reason why Zisang Junyan is Zisang Junyan is because he is such a firm and resolute person who will never compromise for any existence. If he changes for someone, he is not Zisang Junyan.

Everyone, even the enemies who hated him, believed that Zisang Junyan was the most suitable person to pass on the way of heaven, and he naturally possessed an inhuman divinity.

Not for wrong and right, not for reputation.

His existence itself is like practicing an absolute justice.

It is precisely because of this that he has no feelings and does not need feelings, so his words and deeds almost coincide with morality.

He was born to be a law-abiding, enforcer.

Treat all existences equally with the same law, so the rules and laws also favor him and treat him equally cruelly.

It seems that his existence itself is for these, and it should be destroyed by these.

People hate him, but people can't deny him.

Such Zi Sang Junyan, once he makes an exception for someone, loses the meaning of existence.

He is not qualified to judge and fire anyone.

Is his existence, and all the things that died because of his existence, just to prove that there is a person named Ye Tan who is above absolute justice and above the rules of Taoism?

If he does.

That special person who distorted the rules was of course held a supreme position equal to that of a god.

Zisang Junyan, however, will only be like a god statue that has lost the support of rules and beliefs, falling apart, falling into dust, and no longer exists.

Together with his life and after death, all dependencies are lost.

If Yetan's name appeared in the Heavenly Book, Zisang Junyan would not be able to judge him like the others.

This is not an exception, not an exception, this is a choice between killing Zisang Junyan or killing Yetan.

Xinmo Fusheng somewhat understood why Yetan said that Zisang Junyan was very pitiful.

He is liked by the existence that he will obliterate, and only the existence that will be obliterated by him likes him.

Ye Tan: "Let him decide whether to kill the only person who likes him, the only person he likes, or decide whether to deny himself...

Xinmo Fusheng suddenly laughed, if so, he also wanted to see it.

If in order to see this scene, he would suddenly be extremely willing to die as Yetan thought.

Just to see what Zisang Junyan would do when he saw the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood caused by Yetan.

No matter what Zisang Junyan did, this scene alone was enough to make him excited.

"But why did I put him in that situation?" Ye Tan said softly.

The heart demon froze, looking at him in disbelief: "You don't plan to do this anymore?"

Ye Tan frowned: "I never planned to do this. As long as I think about it, I don't understand why I would do this."

Heart Demon Floating Life: "You obviously really want to..."

Ye Tan nodded very reservedly, and frowned quietly: "I really want to. However, Zi Sang Junyan, whom I like, is very pitiful. If I do this, once he faces that choice, No matter what he chooses to do, the ending will be... I can no longer like Zisang Junyan, and he can no longer feel sorry for being liked by me. So how can I do it?"

The heart demon Fusheng was frozen and motionless, suddenly, he laughed, like melted molten iron, a dangerous and scorching laughter that made people feel chills.

He condescendingly looked down at the calm, noble Yetan who even frowned, leaned closer, and said in a breathy voice: "You are wrong, Zisang Junyan is not pitiful, unless he loves you, he will not feel sorry for himself. But Zisang Junyan will never love anyone, whether he is alive or dead. It is you, you love him. But even so, he is dead, dead for 800 years. You appear in other people's demons, Trying to piece together a phantom of a dead person from the elements of other people's words. Poor, it is clearly you. Why don't we see, my son Sang Junyan, who is in my heart, loves you or kills you?"

Ye Tan said calmly: "Look, you are willing to die now."

That's right, if Zisang Junyan is to kill Yetan, unless Yetan does something dangerous and terrible, for example, as he said just now, let many people die because of him.

This world is the inner demon of floating life, and everyone is floating.

"Well," even though he clearly understood that things happened as Ye Tan expected, Xinmo Fusheng decided to do so, "I am willing to die now, I want to see it. However, as long as there is another Fusheng, I will not die." will really die. Do you understand?"

Ye Tan said lightly: "Yes."

Heart Demon Fusheng sat lazily by the side, drinking in boredom, and glanced at the prying eyes around him.

With a wave of his hand, the whip condensed with spiritual power instantly wrapped around the necks of several "Fusheng" and broke their necks in an instant.

Looking at the other Fusheng who were lying on the ground dying, the heart demon Fusheng didn't have any mood swings.

He even deliberately splashed blood on Ye Tan's bright and gentle face.

Because of the force of the murder, he gasped slightly, raised his eyes, the blood-red eyes under the mask looked up at the surviving "floating creatures" who were full of fear, and smiled with the corners of his mouth up: "I know you are because Died of what?"

He held Ye Tan's shoulders with one hand, pulled him over, put his left hand in front, pinched Ye Tan's chin to make him raise his head slightly, and let everyone look at the quiet and beautiful face in the darkness and blood.

"You will die because of him, remember, his name is Yetan." Xinmo Fusheng opened his mouth and smiled.

Those "floating lives" opened their eyes wide and frightened, looked at him pale and hurriedly, and looked at Yetan who was blindfolded with a black cloth.

Of course these people heard the conversation between Ye Tan and Xin Mo Fu Sheng.

They knew that Ye Tan wanted them to kill the ancestor, and the ancestor killed them because of Ye Tan's words.

"Well," Ye Tan admitted calmly, "It was because of me that he killed you. You can hate him, or you can hate me."

His words made the heart demon Fusheng stunned for a moment.

Ye Tan continued to say calmly: "You can kill him or me. It may be difficult to kill him, but it will be much easier to kill me. I am bound like you. I will not resist, so it is easy to kill."

The heart demon Fusheng murmured: "What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

Ye Tan: "Didn't you say it at the beginning? Bind my hands and blindfold me, and I can still destroy this world."

"impossible."

Ye Tan nodded contemptuously: "Look, now that you are willing to kill them, they are also willing to kill, whether it is to kill you or me."

The heart demon Fusheng looked at them, and strange expressions began to appear on those Fusheng's faces, hatred, resentment, coldness, struggle, complexity, whatever it was, it was no longer the same panic, bewilderment, and fear.

"You hate them, you hate Fusheng, because you are the only Fusheng who has no fear, fear, or retreat. You appeared because Fusheng was terrified at that time. He was very scared, afraid of death, and hated his own fear. Although he In the end, he resisted and succeeded, but for a full 100 years, he was a member of these numb and compromised floating lives."

The heart demon Fusheng looked at those Fushengs, but he didn't kill them again.

Ye Tan said calmly: "So, you are trapped here. Obviously you succeeded in resisting, you have already won, but you are still trapped here by this 100 years of floating life, trapped for 1000 years. You can't go anywhere. You You can’t even see the floating life outside. He trapped you very well. In the future, he can completely trap you to death, and then overcome the catastrophe and ascend. You think you have won, but if you really won, why do you still win? In Qingwu Pavilion?"

Some of those floating beings who were dressed in rags and locked in empty slave clothes tentatively picked up weapons and approached slowly.

Heart Demon Floating Life: "Yeah, why am I still here? Are these trash trapping me?"

Ye Tan nodded lightly: "As long as there is one floating life who dares not resist, you will be trapped here forever. You think that this means that you will never die, but in fact it is just that you will never escape."

Because the masked ancestor was in a daze, more and more "Fusheng" took the opportunity to pounce on him.

Yetan remained motionless, listening quietly to the sound of fighting in the air.

When it was over, the smell of blood was heavy in the air.

The blazing fire smelled like burning flesh.

The heart demon Fusheng, who was full of blood and evil spirit, took Ye Tan's shoulders from behind, and imprisoned him in his arms, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

He was cold, without human warmth, like a dead body.

"It's not dead yet." Xinmo Fusheng gritted his teeth, and said nervously, his gasping sound still had the smell of cold iron.

Between the night and the light of the fire, the remaining "floating beings" stared at each other, eager to try.

The heart demon Fusheng can kill any timid and fearful "Fusheng" at will, but he can't kill a "Fusheng" who is full of hatred and resistance.

He hated them, looked down on them, and slaughtered them at will, because they didn't resist.

More than anyone else, he hoped that these "floating lives" would raise their knives against him.

1000 years ago, Fu Sheng, who was trapped in Qingwu Pavilion, finally won, but he regretted and hated himself every moment. Why did he wait for 100 years?

Although he is a monk who looks most like a mortal, he is lazy and undisciplined, but he is also a proud son of heaven with smooth sailing.

He couldn't bear that he was trapped in that kind of place for a full 100 years.

He also couldn't bear it, because of a small Qingwu Pavilion, he had a demon in his heart.

The more unbearable it is, the stronger the demon will be.

The heart demon gasped, and smiled nervously: "Satisfied? Many died. Did you hear that? He is coming soon. He knows why these people died. Because of you. If he comes to kill me, he should Kill you. Are you afraid?"

"Yeah." Ye Tan said calmly, "Scared."

"Even if you lied to me to make us kill each other, I want to see what will happen to you when you face your son Sang Junyan who wants to kill you?"

……

Zisang Junyan, who set foot in Qingwu Pavilion again, saw something different this time.

No one stopped them, the mountain was almost empty, and the people seemed to have suddenly left and gone somewhere.

But in Fu Sheng's eyes, it was the first time for them to come.

Fu Sheng investigated and made a judgment: "Everyone is going there."

The night is very dark, and the world seems to be dark.

There are no stars and no moon.

Only thick darkness, and fire.

Even so, in the monk's eyes, the world is still clear.

Blood soaked into the soil and scattered corpses could be seen.

Zisang Junyan opened his eyes, looking at what happened here.

Fu Sheng didn't notice anything, and frowned: "There are still people alive, over there."

Then, they saw a scene of horror.

The ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion, who was wearing a mask, was holding a young man with black cloth eyes in his arms. That young man was different from all the slaves around him. What bound him was not his neck, but his hands.

The one who killed everyone was undoubtedly the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion.

He held the young man in his arms as if he was holding a hostage, or possessing and protecting something.

The other hand was drawn from the chest of one of the slaves.

Fingers were stained red with blood.

Fu Sheng stood in front, the expression on his face slightly dazed.

The next moment, he frowned normally: "What a lunatic, he actually killed so many people. No wonder it's someone whose name is in the heavenly book."

Zisang Junyan hummed lightly.

Fu Sheng took a deep breath and took out the magic weapon.

His magic weapon is a pen, which can use the aura of heaven and earth to draw various talismans and formations.

"Let's kill him right now, pay attention to the hostages. You help me sweep the formation, and I will teach him!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Sheng jumped up.

Of course, the future Jiushichen Fusheng is different from these weak slaves. His sudden attack made the ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion even more stressed.

And because of Fu Sheng's deliberate actions, the patriarch of Qingwu Pavilion quickly let go of Ye Tan, and the battle between the two of them was drawn into the distance.

So, the young man who was blindfolded by the black cloth was left standing alone between the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The long hair like frost and snow fell down along the red clothes, and was pressed down by the black robe of Qingwu Pavilion outside the red clothes.

I don't know if it's because he was blindfolded and couldn't see the surrounding scene. The young man's pure and beautiful face was quiet, even though his hands were locked together, it didn't make him look pitiful.

He faced Zi Sang Junyan, who was walking towards him, and raised his head slightly, only to show a little bewilderment on that face.

Ye Tan frowned lightly.

The bound hands lifted up and lightly touched the lapel of Zisang Junyan who was standing in front of him.

"Are you here to save me..."

As soon as the first word of this sentence was uttered, the voices of the surrounding survivors overshadowed the rest of the words.

"Be careful, don't trust him!"

"He is the devil!"

"They all died, because of Him!"

"They killed and were killed because of him!"

When those people made accusations, the young man frowned slightly, his pure and beautiful face was gentle and quiet, because the tip of his frowning eyebrows was a little obedient.

Let His innocence be more careless, pale and beautiful than pure and delicate.

The voices of those accusations became smaller and smaller, gradually becoming silent.

Zisang Junyan looked at the young man quietly, even though he didn't look at him, he also knew that the resentment of those who gritted their teeth and complained was full of complexity.

It seems to hate, it seems to be greedy, it seems to want to destroy, it seems to want to plunder.

They looked at the young man, wondering what they were thinking.

When they stopped talking, the young man raised his head slightly and looked at him, frowning innocently, melancholy and weak, and sighed innocently like a baby: "It's not me." He raised his hand, and the ugly black shackles on his wrist made the pale and slender The wrist looked extremely fragile and beautiful, "I was forced, you see."

Rustle, commotion.

The young man was unprepared and completely unaware of the danger behind him. He only looked at Zi Sang Junyan in front of him, and at first he seriously frowned and argued: "I was also tied up. Since he can trap them, of course he can too." Kill them for any reason."

Talking but with a careless slack: "These people finally want to resist, and died of resistance, blame me for making them dare to resist?"

When he finished speaking, the face covered by the black cloth was only calm.

Zisang Junyan looked at him quietly, and saw the light-colored corners of his lips, which seemed to have no curvature.

He doesn't really cover it up, just like he doesn't really justify it.

The ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion fell from the sky into the pile of corpses behind the young man.

He was already injured, and his opponent, the future Jiushichen Fusheng, was also very strong.

The patriarch of Qingwu Pavilion struggled for a while, but did not get up. He looked up at Yetan, and also at Zisang Junyan in front of Yetan. The corners of his bleeding mouth raised viciously: "Well, I am because..."

Ye Tan fell silent, and everyone was waiting for him to tell the truth.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, and said lazily: "He is right, since I have trapped them, I can certainly kill them for any reason."

He didn't speak as he intended, he changed his mind to excuse Ye Tan.

Ye Tan didn't even look back at him.

Knowing that this person is a devil in the appearance of a god, that heart will not have any compassion and tenderness.

Whether you beg him or die for him, he will not even look at you.

"You kill me," Qingwuge patriarch said to Zisang Junyan disheartened, "You came here to kill me, didn't you? I killed these people, you can do it now."

Floating without saying a word, with his usual lazy and lackluster face, he watched this scene with cold eyes.

"Wait." The blindfolded young man stopped, and he tilted his head slightly, facing the survivors, "You guys, don't you want to take revenge?"

The surviving effort froze for a moment.

The young man turned to Zisang Junyan again, and said calmly, "Can you give these victims this opportunity? They should resist at least once, and they should resist once. Instead, after being rescued, they start to regret why they didn't do that. , trap yourself here.”

Zisang Junyan's footsteps stopped.

Yetan turned around, with his back to Zisang Junyan, facing the Qingwuge patriarch who had just sheltered him, and the surviving slaves.

That beautiful and pure face has always been calm.

The ancestor of Qingwu Pavilion laughed at himself and stared at him with a complicated expression.

The slave hesitated for a moment, held up the murder weapon he could find around him, and mustered up his courage to walk towards the ancestor in the pile of corpses.

At this moment, the young man with his hands tied and blindfolded looked more like the ancestor who controlled everyone.

Until he was killed with a knife, the eyes behind the mask of the Qingwuge ancestor looked at the young man without blinking.

The blindfolded young man sighed very lightly, stretched out his bound hands, and took two steps forward.

He walked to the side of the survivor, and he opened and closed his pretty lips lightly for a few breaths.

Said something silently.

The three survivors glanced at each other, and then, together, they stabbed the daggers into each other's chests.

Fu Sheng made a surprised voice: "What did you do?"

When the three killed each other, the young man turned his back to them and faced Zisang Junyan very close to them.

He said softly and calmly, "I told them: It can end everything, this time, completely."

He raised his chin slightly, facing Fu Sheng: "Do you understand? Don't you want it to end?"

Fu Sheng's expression was in a trance for a moment, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, he just looked at the corpses all over the ground.

"I don't want it to end."

When Ye Tan walked towards him, he raised his head and said this sentence.

He looked at Yetan without blinking, and said to Zisang Junyan: "Isn't there... the name of this person in the book of heaven?"

This is Fusheng's inner demon, Fusheng hopes that someone's name can be found in the heavenly book, of course this person's name can be found in the heavenly book.

Just like, in the real world, Zisang Junyan never came to Qingwu Pavilion, but in the inner demon of Fusheng, Zisang Junyan came.

No matter what the reason was, the patriarch of Qingwu Pavilion gave up wanting Ye Tan to die.

There is still a floating life, I hope the demon will continue.

Ye Tan: "Don't you want it to end?"

Fusheng hears the voice transmission: I said, as long as there is one Fusheng living, I will not die.

Yetan: "You don't want to break free from here?"

Heart Demon Floating Life: I thought about it before, but now it doesn't matter, now I have you.

The inner demon destroys one, but can recreate the other.

Now, he doesn't care about the 100 years of Qingwuge, now, he just wants to trap this person, forever and ever.

Ye Tan sighed softly, indifferently: "It's really troublesome, then I have no choice but to..."

"I did it myself."

He jumped over Zisang Junyan in an instant and appeared behind the last Fusheng, and the shackles that bound his hands strangled Fusheng's neck.

Fusheng raised his head, and subconsciously raised his hands to grab the shackles, but he just grabbed Yetan's hand.

The shackles were cold against his neck, he didn't know why he smiled: "If I... die, he will... kill... you..."

Ye Tan couldn't see the slightest emotion on his face blindfolded by the black cloth: "Isn't that good?"

"what……"

Ye Tan was depressed: "I have never dared to be a bad person in front of him. Sometimes I even forget what I am doing."

He originally had only one idea, which was to be a Udumbara that didn't bloom, and would sleep all the time no matter what happened.

After becoming a human, the only thought when I opened my eyes was to change back.

Following Zisang Junyan is to collect words of Taoism.

The brush and ink of Taoism were collected, but they were used on Zisang Junyan.

I don't know which step started to go wrong.

It seems that something has been wrong since this person withered from the sleeping branch.

It seems that Zisang Junyan is alive, exists, and is more important than turning back into Udumbara.

But that's all.

Ye Tan didn't think more about it.

800 years ago, standing in front of Zisang Jun Yan Bingjie's three thousand swords, he never thought about whether he would still be alive, whether he still existed.

Life, death, flowers, people, it doesn't matter.

He never thought that 800 years later.

When I first woke up, I didn't remember anything, I just thought, this person's sea of ​​consciousness is broken like this, why isn't he crazy?

It seems to be unknowingly the same as before.

He should, find a way to approach, control, and change the fate of those important people in the past and future of the cultivation world.

Jiu Shichen's, Xuan Ye's.

Get enough Daoyi brush and ink, and then turn back into flowers.

But what is he doing?

Immobilized by Wannian's cultivation base, he stayed by the half-crazed and half-calm Zhao Ye.

Coax that calm little lunatic to bite him, and nourish his soul with his blood.

Cut yourself into three thousand pieces, and accompany each piece with Sang Junyan's broken consciousness.

Ten years, more than 3000 days and nights.

Until, the deadline for flowering is approaching.

Yetan is the only thing that Zisang Junyan owns.

Contradictory, futile, and sluggish, he made himself the most beautiful existence in this world.

Just like the world that Zisang Junyan once liked.

But He didn't know what it should be like.

He doesn't like this world, he doesn't like anything, he only likes Zisang Junyan.

Because He doesn't like anything, He doesn't know what it is like for a person to like another person.

Has not yet become such an existence...

What would happen to Zi Sang Junyan if he turned back into a flower, or if he bloomed?

There was only one person, Zi Sang Junyan holding the flower pot, how pitiful.

How does Zi Sang Junyan, who has been killed by Him so many times, feel?

Ye Tan thought, he was killed once by Zi Sang Junyan.

Here, here, Zi Sang Junyan, who is in the heart of the devil, does not know Yetan's son Sang Junyan.

"If I... die, he will... kill... you..."

"... Isn't that great?"

He appeared here to let Zisang Junyan kill him.