The whole comprehension world is fighting for vicious idiots

Ye Tan now likes this world.

He was still quiet, and there were few obvious emotional expressions on that pure and holy face.

However, the flowering process of Udumbara has been significantly inhibited.

When he appeared in the crowd with an umbrella in the past, even the people in the cultivation world who were closest to people's imagined immortals were in a trance when they saw him.

That beautiful figure is neither human, nor ghost, nor ghost, nor heaven.

Like the artistic conception between virtual and real, it cannot be said, written or read, but can only be felt.

It's like a dream that disappears in the blink of an eye.

But now Ye Tan appeared in the crowd, and the endless human fireworks gathered towards him. Those people only thought that he was a good-looking monk with a pure and holy temperament.

He is still beautiful beyond imagination, but it is real and visible, not a momentary hallucinatory image.

Planting the flowers of the kingdom of heaven in the fireworks of the world is like letting the clouds from the sky fall to the ground.

The clouds falling on the ground are boundless snow.

It is the bright frost scattered on the ground with the moon shining thousands of miles away.

Just like white flowers are especially suitable for growing in the sun, Ye Tan is very suitable for wearing white clothes, suitable for being surrounded by sunshine and beauty.

Zisang Junyan looked at Yetan in the crowd from a distance, and saw that his eyes were focused on the crowd, and his emerald eyes were filled with the clear sky light.

Even the epiphyllum that blooms in the dark night is white.

Udumbara, who grew up in the icy place under the hell, also likes pure white.

The only black He ever liked was Zi Sang Junyan.

Yetan followed his gaze and looked at Zisang Junyan who seemed to be thinking about something.

Zisang Junyan: "I want to leave for a while. Come back soon."

He didn't say what he was going to do, and Ye Tan didn't ask, he hummed lightly and just looked at him.

"I'll be back soon."

Zisang Junyan said it again.

he's gone.

Because, someone is killing people.

Fireworks in the world are colorful, and naturally they are not only pure white.

Bandits try to rob a seemingly wealthy and weak village.

The domineering monk passing by took a fancy to the treasure of a weak man.

The strong overpower the weak for various reasons, do whatever they want, and imitate the comfort of being a god.

There are so many reasons for people to kill, and sometimes they don't even need a reason. For example, a killer doesn't need any reason to kill another person.

There's not even an obvious villain in it.

Zisang Junyan was determined not to let Yetan see this.

Since that flower only likes white, why can't it show him only the white color he likes as much as possible?Why must He be forced to see what Zi Sang Junyan saw?

Zisang Junyan made this decision, and went to stop it before the blackness of killing disturbed the pure white.

Ye Tan sat there waiting for him to come back, his clear eyes were empty and cool after he left.

A figure approached him unknowingly, and then said a word to him in a cautious, cautious, and extremely restrained voice.

Ye Tan looked slowly, there was not much emotion in Fei's cold eyes, the sparse beauty was even a little dusty.

He answered the other party lightly: "Well, I am Udumbara."

The face of the other party even trembled slightly, but he became more and more cautious, as if he was treating an epiphyllum that would wither and fade with a slight gust of wind.

"Is it true that any wish can come true?"

Although this person asked this question, the moment he saw Yetan, he already got the answer he wanted from the bottom of his heart.

Rapture swept the heart.

Who would have thought that the famous Yu Luo Xiaotai would be flocked to by the entire cultivation world, and the Udumbara, whom everyone was looking for with all their might, was actually right in front of his eyes.

"Follow, follow me!"

As he said this, there was no doubt that he was determined to take Yetan away at all costs.

To be able to recognize Yetan, this person is naturally not an ordinary person with no name.

Although he is indeed a bereaved dog now, he can only flee and hide in this small village, so he meets Ye Tan by chance.

But before that, he had also become a figure on the top of the pyramid in the realm of comprehension.

He left this village when he was young, and he also joined a good sect, and took advantage of the east wind to merge into Yu Luoxiao Terrace, becoming a force attached to the elder Jiu Shichen.

He is naturally not qualified to enter Biluo Mountain on weekdays, but now, the entire cultivation world is looking for the whereabouts of Utan Polo, Yu Luo Xiaotai and nine servants came out in full force, including Xuan Ye.

In this case, those of them who are attached to the influence of the elders of Jiu Shichen naturally came in handy.

This person got into the front row by luck, and even luckier, he got some information unknown to outsiders - the person next to Xuan Ye named Sang Xueqing was very similar to Udumbara.

It's really funny to say that the reason why this person has changed from a dignified elder of a third-class sect to a bereaved dog is because he offended Sang Xueqing.

When Ye Tan woke up, it was already midnight.

He had a premonition that this person had taken him far away.

The other party has always been very polite to Ye Tan. The reason why Ye Tan fell asleep was because he was too far away from the human fireworks that Zi Sang Junyan set up for him, and his body spontaneously returned to its previous state.

But this person is also like a frightened bird, he fled in a panic, afraid of Zi Sang Junyan chasing him, afraid of being discovered by others, and also afraid of Yetan beside him.

Because Yetan had no intention of resisting, he could even be called obedient and cooperative.

He said to go, and before he used any means of coercion and lure, Ye Tan really followed him.

It seemed that Ye Tan would satisfy no matter what he asked for.

It seemed that he was being treated specially, which made his anxiety mixed with extreme agitation.

He brought Ye Tan to a steep valley surrounded by strange peaks, passing through the twisted and unrecognizable mountain road, they came to a place full of yellow sand.

The surrounding mountain walls are bare and elegant sand and gravel, and the ground is also yellow sand and gravel that is blown up by the wind.

It wasn't until here that this person felt a little relieved, lit a bonfire, set up a clean thin blanket, and asked Ye Tan to sit down.

After leaving that village, Ye Tan's clothes returned to his body again, with snowy hair and red clothes, like roses in the snow blooming in the desert.

Yetan's voice was soft: "What did you do to offend Sang Xueqing?"

The man was silent for a while, and answered honestly, he was not an honest person, but no one would lie to Ye Tan at this moment.

Although this reason made him very embarrassed.

"I pulled his hand." The man said mockingly, "I have never seen him before, and I have never received any information that there is such a person in Yu Luo Xiaotai. When I saw him, I lost my mind and returned to my senses. That's when I found myself holding his hand."

So he soon knew from the punishment he had received that Sang Xueqing was the child of Yu Luo Xiaotai's master, and, moreover, he was likely to be Xuan Ye's future Taoist companion.

An elder of a mere third-class sect, if he escapes a little slower, his fate at this moment will definitely not be much better.

Therefore, he didn't even dare to touch Yetan's skirt at the moment.

He has many things he wants to ask Ye Tan.

"What is your relationship with Sang Xueqing? Why does he look like you? Could it be that he is also Udumbara?"

"Did I get everything if I got Udumbara? Have I got it now?"

He still wants to ask a lot.

However, Ye Tan glanced lightly at the direction behind him: "I'm not sure."

This person understood something, he immediately rolled around on the yellow sand vigilantly, and there were several traces of attack on the ground where he was before.

In the hiding place he chose carefully, there were several orioles trying to capture him, the praying mantis.

In the yellow sand, they fought for a long time, until the night passed and the day came.

There is only a piece of pure land where Ye Tan is.

Fighting to the last moment, only two living people remained.

The loser lying on the ground seemed powerless, but at the last moment, his eyes and the attack in his hand turned towards Ye Tan.

Ye Tan Fei's cold eyes were also staring at him with a clear and stern look.

A demigod who seems to transcend the soul between life and death, and is just a step away from becoming a Buddha and becoming a saint.

He knew what he was thinking, and he didn't seem to intend to avoid it, just like the obedience and cooperation when he was first recognized and taken away.

What the man thinks about is the most beautiful flower of heaven in the world before him. Since it can't belong to him, since he can't get it anymore, he doesn't want anyone to get it.

The ridicule and resentment towards the world have been piled on his face, the unwillingness and resentment before death, and even his smile looks ferocious.

In the moment before he looked at Yetan, he never doubted his determination, never doubted his decision.

However, when he looked at Yetan, he could no longer maintain the strength that gathered the final blow.

The victor's face was firm and resolute, as if a piece of black iron had grown into a human appearance.

He was bruised and bruised, but he was ruthless to the enemy and even more ruthless to himself. He packed everything in a short time and hurried out of here with his spoils.

Since they can discover this place, others will naturally be able to discover it and come after them.

Like the previous person, this person also maintained rare courtesy to Yetan.

With a cold expression, he said politely: "Since you are willing to follow him, I hope you will follow me as well. I don't want to hurt you."

Ye Tan stood up very cooperatively, he was indeed the most cooperative treasure in the world to be robbed.

The way these people discover Udumbara is very simple, because Yetan.

The whole world of comprehension already knows that the Udumbara transformed person, dressed in red and with snow hair, has an unimaginable beauty in the world.

There is even a rare imitation beside Xuan Ye.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if no one has met Sang Xueqing.

After the first person took Yetan away from the human fireworks woven by Zi Sangjun Yan, countless people in countless places in the cultivation world discovered countless Yetan one after another.

Moreover, unlike Sang Xueqing who only looks similar, these Ye Tans are all real.

Elder Jiu Shichen of Yu Luo Xiaotai must be very clear about it.

After all, Ye Tan had split up and appeared in front of each of them before, and even entered their inner demons.

Now, only more Yetan appeared in the world.

Not many, 36 Tiancheng, but only 36.

When the demons in the world gather and breed a region, there can be a Udumbara flower that is about to bloom.

In the past, the Zhenyu Dynasty buried eighteen Udumbara branches under the eighteen heavenly steps.

Now, only eighteen new ones have been added.

The victors took their spoils, the unhurried young man who was beautiful and pure from beginning to end no matter what the situation was.

However, they can rob him, control him, seize him, and even possess him temporarily, but they cannot hide him.

No one can cover up the long silvery hair like the moonlight, and no one can change the color of Yetan's gorgeous red dress.

Illusion, sorcery, and any ability cannot give him a way to hide, or even deceive others' cognition.

Unless they lived alone and walked in a place where they would not encounter any human traces, they could only let Ye Tan be exposed to everyone's sight.

Moreover, from the moment when the competition started, anyone, even if they had never heard of Udumbara, the moment their eyes were stained with the snow-haired red dress, it was like inheriting a memory, and they got a kind of cognition. cognition.

What is Udumbara?

It is becoming a Buddha and becoming a sage, longevity, ascension, unparalleled power, supreme power and status in the world, beauty, wealth, and the satisfaction of endless desires.

It is all the regrets in the world, all the whirling in the Buddhist realm, and the monk's yearning for becoming a fairy, which is the key to unlocking all obsessions in the world.

"Really?"

Ye Tan nodded: "Really."

However, Ye Tan would not tell the other party how to use this key.

Like, he never hides his existence from anyone.

"You have to find it yourself."

Like, they have to snatch this udumbara from other people themselves.

The blood of the dead corpses is sprinkled in the moonlight like silver frost and new snow.

Fei's cold, clear and beautiful eyes are not stained with dust, and they look quietly and gently.

Gentle, clear, not smiling.

It's like letting go, like focusing.

But it has made people understand how dangerous he is, how beautiful he is, and how cold and ruthless he is.

"You mean it, do you want us all to kill each other?"

Someone finally realized this, or in other words, finally stopped deceiving himself and others, resisted the self-deception brought by the beautiful and pure saint, and touched with fingers stained with countless human blood in the infinite fear and anger of dying after the fight. Touching that bright, clean and beautiful face, he asked this sad question.

According to many legends, to break the seal, crack the illusion, and open the spiritual things, the monk's blood full of spiritual power is required.

That beautiful and quiet face changed slightly after being stained with blood. She frowned slightly, but her lips seemed to smile, and she broke away from the opponent's hand by raising her head. His emerald eyes were quiet and empty.

It's like an innocent depression, like a sluggish smile because of unexpected pleasing, like the dark and pure white blooming from the eternal night, very light like a dream, gentle and cool: "It's not you who took me from the day in the seal of the night?"