The villain is respected

When a mortal kills a New Year pig, he first raises it carefully, feeds it carefully, and finally chooses a good day to slaughter it patiently——

So do I.

"Yu Jianhan, I have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you plan on me like this!" Monk Nanruo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

I saw a glint of dark light flashing in his eyes, and the next moment, a dull and solemn aura erupted in the Jixin Hall.It was as if the simple and simple Buddhist voice came from outside the sky, instantly clearing away distracting thoughts and cleansing people's hearts. Invisibly, a mountain was firmly pressed on the hearts of the people in the hall.

——This is the power of the Buddha.

With just this move, Nan Ruo's lips overflowed with blood, his face was distorted, and Buddha light and demonic breath intertwined all over his body.The two colors of black and gold are intertwined with each other. Apart from the solemn Buddha's prestige, there is also a faint smell of blood in the hall, which is extremely ghostly.

For the past hundred years, Venerable Nanruo has been practicing in secluded cultivation in the Gata Heart Hall, and everyone in the world thinks that he is breaking through the realm of transformation.

No one knew that the reason why he didn't see visitors behind closed doors was just because - the evils of the magic skills he practiced were getting bigger and bigger, even to the point where he couldn't restrain the magic breath.

As long as he moves a little bit, he will look like a demon, and anyone with a discerning eye can see the clues at a glance.

But now, he couldn't care less about it.

It seems that Yu Jianhan will not let him go, he can only do his best and fight to the death.

The power of the Buddha is great, and those who are in it should feel that the breath is stagnant and difficult to move.But Yu Jianhan didn't seem to notice it, he slowly closed the lid of the ice box.

"The power of the Buddha..." Yu Jianzun called out the name of this trick with his mouth open, "If the same trick is used too much, it will always be useless."

He raised his eyes and smiled slightly, but there was a bit of blood in his smile, "Verun Nan Ruo may have forgotten that you used Cao Xidao 200 years ago."

The monk only felt that these words were like a heavy hammer, which slammed into his head, causing his consciousness to become disordered, and the blood in his chest to churn.

Those smiling star eyes gradually overlapped with the hateful eyes in memory.

*

200 years ago, Caoxi Road.

"That monk followed us all the way, the person who came was not good, I will test his intentions later, if the situation is not good, I will hold him back, you run." Xie Chi lowered his voice and urged.

The young man was dirty and his face was covered with blood. He was wrapped in a gray and torn cloak, leaving only a pair of bright and sharp star eyes.

"I won't go!" He gritted his teeth, "I'm going to die together."

Xie Chi tightened his grip on his wrist slightly, he frowned and glanced at the young man, as if he wanted to say something, but it was too late.

The strange aura behind him was approaching, and he turned around in an instant, but he hid the young man behind him with his backhand, his eyes were sharp: "Your Excellency has followed us all the way, I don't know what you want?"

"The poor monk has no malicious intentions, but just wants to form a good relationship with fellow Taoists." The person who came was a middle-aged monk who seemed to be kind, but what he was holding in his hand was not a rosary, but a string of white jade beads.

"Those people are coming soon. If fellow daoist is willing to do a little favor for the poor monk, although I can't deal with the pursuers for fellow daoist, I can still let them stop for an hour and give fellow daoist a chance to breathe."

Xie Chi's eyes were full of vigilance: "What do you want?"

The monk smiled slightly, with benevolent eyebrows and kind eyes: "Amitabha, the donor's hands are handsome and have Buddha nature. If you can give up a little finger, let the poor monk make a bone bead..."

"you!"

Before Xie Chi's face darkened, the young man behind him was full of murderous intentions. He was like a trapped beast in a cage fighting to the death, with scarlet blood in his eyes.

However, Xie Chi held him down in time. In order to prevent the young man from continuing to move and being injured by the unknown opponent in front of him, he had to add a restraint tactic to him.

Drooping his eyes to avoid the young man's unbelievable eyes, Xie Chi turned around and looked at the smiling monk in front of him carefully, as if he was weighing something.

Don't promise him!Don't promise him!

The young man was imprisoned, unable to speak or move, but for some reason, he felt extremely uneasy, as if he had stepped into a bottomless pit, his mouth faintly smelled of blood, and his eyes unconsciously The ground held up tears.

Don't promise him, please.

But gods and Buddhas don't know the suffering in the world after all. After a while, the slightly pale young man laughed, and he spoke slowly in the young man's astonished and desperate eyes.

"it is good."

*

The monk was almost speechless, his mind was blank, his lips were moving, but he was still unable to speak.

"Remember?" Yu Jianhan tilted his head slightly, and he asked patiently. Practitioners have always had a good memory, and if they forget it for a while, they will never forget it now.

Immediately, he lowered his eyes and laughed again, reminding him, "The lord still remembers what you did after Ah Xie cut off his finger..."

Nan Ruo seemed to be strangled by someone, he murmured tremblingly: "I, I..."

Yu Jianhan was still smiling, but his eyes slowly cooled down, and his tone was still gentle and polite: "You also used the power of this Buddha, didn't you?"

On the barren sand and gravel ground, a bloody road snaked out.

Not far away, a monk in a white cassock was clasping his hands together. He looked at the struggling ants in front of him quietly, with a pitiful smile in his eyes.

"Amitabha." He sighed, "The poor monk only agreed to stop the pursuers for the benefactor, but the poor monk never said that he could let the two of them go so easily."

The boy prostrated himself on the ground, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the blood from his lips kept oozing.The coercion was like a mountain falling down, pressing him hard on the ground, unable to move.

He raised his head and looked forward with difficulty. Through his hazy vision, at the very center of the coercion was a person who fell on the ground and his life and death were unknown.

The blood that spread from under the man's body burned into his eyes, and it became a hard-to-heal wound.Enduring the pain that his bones were almost crushed, the young man dug his fingertips into the mud and crawled forward tenaciously.

The wound on his arm was torn open again, and under the cover of the wide torn cloak, half of his sleeves had already been soaked in the gushing blood.

The monk seemed to be looking at something overwhelmed, with a calm but lofty tone, and said with compassion: "My little friend, this is the power of the Buddha. If you want to live, go back, there is still a glimmer of life."

The closer to the middle, the stronger the coercion, and it can even crush the fragile human body into a puddle of mud.

But the blood-stained hand reached forward again, and the heavier and heavier Reiatsu was like an invisible giant hand, which cruelly tore open the old scab that hadn't healed on the man's body, and gnawed at the new one. out of flesh and blood.

Know the difficulties and go up, know the death and go forward.

"Axie..." The young man opened his lips slightly, and blood overflowed from his mouth.The man didn't respond, he just fell silently on the peak of the spiritual pressure.

He was still moving forward stubbornly, with tears in his eyes, he just gritted his teeth and called out: "Axie."

Wake up, please...

The last road was finally exhausted, and the young man finally managed to reach the middle of the coercion.

His face was as pale as paper, his bloodless lips trembled slightly, cold sweat and blood had already soaked his clothes, and the wound on his hand was also mixed with blood and mud.

"Ah Xie, I've got you." The boy grabbed the man's sleeve with trembling hands, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.His face was full of tears, but he laughed.

"Don't be afraid, I've got you."

"It's really affectionate and righteous." The monk showed alms, and he said generously, "In this case, the poor monk will give you another chance-I will go to stop the pursuit for an hour. When the time comes, if the two of you are still there Here, it shows that I have a deep fate with the Buddha, and the poor monk will naturally enshrine the bone beads of the two of you to the Buddha."

"The majesty of this Buddha is a test for the two of you, this poor monk." The monk clasped his hands together and said kindly.

For an hour, you must escape from the extremely heavy pressure here, otherwise, you will sacrifice yourself voluntarily.This is just a trick to play on them deliberately!

Hypocritical, extremely hypocritical...

The young man's eyes stared at him, he was like a caged beast fighting desperately in a cage, with scarlet blood in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you." He gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly.

The monk looked at the embarrassed young man, and saw that his eyes were filled with shocking hatred.It's just that mayflies want to compare their lives with the sky and want to compete with the sun for glory.

"The poor monk will wait for your honor." The monk returned the greeting with a polite smile.

Those eyes full of hatred finally overlapped with the eyes with a gentle smile in front of him.

Nan Ruo's eyes widened in disbelief, and he repeated in a daze, "It's you, it's you..."

Back then, the lowly ant-like child who was played around by him at will became the sword master of Kyushu, and even played him in the palm of his hand...

Hearing this, Yu Jianhan sighed slightly, and he raised the corners of his mouth and said slowly: "The lord thinks of me."

He is no longer the boy who easily writes hatred on his face. You must know that suffering day after day in the torture of cutting bones and heart can completely change a person.

It can make people rational, and it can make people rational to the extreme crazy.

"Didn't your lord say to wait for your lord?" He leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice.

The predator hidden in the dark finally walked gracefully to the prey step by step, showing a cruel smile.

"I...have been watching you."

He has completely torn up the gentle camouflage, and there is extreme malice in his eyes: "Otherwise, the lord thought that I just happened to know about the murder in Chuyu Town, broke into the Fo'en Temple to kill Nian, and happened to be seen by you... a few words I listened to your inducement and went to slaughter the Demon Gate, is all this really just a coincidence?"

Seeing that Han Yi had something to say, he raised the corner of his mouth: "Is it really just because you are smart and I am dull?"

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

Everyone thinks they are birds, but when they are really in the game, who can guarantee that they are not the most pitiful cicada?

Yu Jianzun stood up, looked down at the insects in front of him, and said with a smile: "Although I have enough respect for all opponents, don't you think that you are so important."

He lowered his eyes and cleaned up the ice box on the table, and slowly gave the man a final blow: "The venerable always laments, no one will believe that you were plotted against and planted the magic breath."

"But they believed."

them……

The monk's eyes widened in horror, his face turned pale, his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Even when he learned that Yu Jianhan was the person behind the scenes, he never panicked and lost his composure like this moment, saying incoherently: "How could you? How could it be..."

How is it possible to know them?

Yu Jianhan didn't answer directly, he walked down the steps step by step, knocking on the ice box in his hand unconsciously with his fingertips: "Fo'en Temple is the head of power, and he hasn't shown his face for a hundred years, yet he can still sit firmly on the supreme position... His lord is not Think about why?"

"Of course it's not because of how strong you are or how popular you are. You have to thank them very much." Yu Jianhan laughed, "They believed in you, and they also guessed that there might be someone setting up a trap in the dark, so they treated you like a puppet." Standing here, I want to use you to lure me out."

Nan Ruo's breathing was almost stagnant, big drops of tears fell from his eyes, his expression was in a trance, his body was unstable for a moment, and he fell from the low couch to the ground.

"Hahahahaha." He laughed maniacally, the laughter was desolate and sad, "It turns out...it turns out that this Jixin Palace is not just a cage made by you Yu Jianhan, but also a trap set up by them!"

"Thinking of my life, Nan Ruo, my way was smooth, I was in a high position, until I entered Yi Yunting and was honored. I thought I was the ruler of this world, but I didn't expect..."

He laughed bitterly: "It's just a pawn in your game!"

Immediately, he grinned again twisted and resentful, his eyes full of viciousness: "Yu Jianhan, you can fight me, can you fight the sky!"

"The sky will always be dark." Yu Jianhan replied with a good temper, "The cycle of cause and effect, the sun and the moon alternate, and the sun sets, so the sky will be dark?"

Yu Jianhan glanced outside the hall, guessing that the time was coming, he took one last look at the paralyzed monk: "Yi Yunting never raises useless people, you have not been expelled so far, and you are honored in Buddhism, the value of your existence is As their bait. Now, the bait is cast and the fish take the hook..."

"My lord may wish to guess, who is the fish that took the bait?" He seemed to be smiling, but suddenly remembered something, and opened the lid of the box: "That's right..."

The icy crystal-like Yichan flower floated in his palm, exuding a soft gleam. He looked at this rare treasure and said with a sorry smile: "One petal of Yichan purifies all demons. This thing is really strong when encountering demons. But ..."

Yu Jianhan's eyes darkened and became as black as ink. The aura around him was still gentle and clean, but a ray of black air condensed in the palm of his hand for no reason.

The monk froze in place, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes, but his whole body fell into a state of complete stupefaction: "You, you are..."

I saw the black air entwined intimately on the Yichan flower, and then it raged violently in an instant, tearing apart this legendary sacred object that restrains evil energy.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and the Yichan Flower, which restrained all demons, was silently annihilated in the breath of the demons, without even a single abnormality.

Yu Jianhan felt a little pity, he sighed slightly: "But it's not this flower that I want to present to the Venerable—someone will send it later.

"At that time, I hope His Holiness will accept it."

Yu Jianhan stared at the man, there seemed to be an abyss vortex in the depths of his ink pupils, he said seriously, like an exhortation of concern, but also like an order issued.

He put away the empty box, walked slowly towards the door, and raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood.

After leaving this door, he is still the prestigious Sword Master of Kyushu respected by thousands of people, and that person... will become a disgrace to the cultivation world, and his name will be nailed to death on the sinner's tablet.

The bait is down, and they will move soon.

Presumably, the Fo'en Temple tomorrow will be extremely lively.