Others practice immortality and I become demons

【〇[-]】

Shang and Chen are self-taught, the spiritual power and mana of the cultivator and the beast master are fused together, and they attack the already dilapidated Baili Realm with all their strength, but the distinct voice always sounds, but it cannot be broken!The attacks repeated day after day, as if hundreds of years had passed.However, the illusion still persists.

Shang Chen was in despair: "What's going on?"

Long Huan looked at the icy Baili Realm, and his sanity became a little crazy: "I haven't inhaled spiritual energy for a long time! Shang Chen, am I going to die? We Long beasts are going to live for 1 years!"

die?No!Don't die like this!

Shang Chen raised his head, and suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood, the smell of blood... Shang Chen showed a crazy bloody light: "Master, are you using blood to unblock us? Long Huan, I want to do the last Give it a go, this time, I will definitely be able to get out!"

Shang Chen leaned over and broke off a sharp ice edge, pierced his wrist fiercely, blood spurted out.

The wrist fell down, and the blood flowed into a broken spell.

Taki Huan imitated him and inserted the ice edge into the blood veins, the blood of the beast and the blood of the demon cultivator melted together, turning into a raging flame.Shang Chen stood on the tall Long Mountain, with his back to the Lingquan, concentrating his energy and concentration. When the wind rose, the clouds surged, and everything was rushing, Shang Chen mobilized all his spiritual and mana powers, and suddenly hit the bottom of the Baili Realm with all his strength. center.

The sky collapsed, the earth cracked, and the mountains and rivers flowed.

The bucket turns, the stars move, and the universe is turned upside down.

The rumble of the collapse resounded through the sky, behind the invisible, there was a sudden black light of Moji.

At Zhongsheng Temple, incense was lingering again, pious pilgrims were prostrating, and clever little monks handed over long incense sticks.A pilgrim drew a lottery in his hand, and happily said to another pilgrim: "This year will be smooth again. I come every year. There are eminent monks in Zhongsheng Temple, Xiangling."

"After that incident, I heard that you came to help clean up the monastery?"

"How can you say such a thing in front of a Bodhisattva?"

"...Is it an evil monk named Su Zang who killed everyone?"

"No! It's too bad, no one dares to collect the corpses. I thought that the corpses left behind belonged to monks, and the Bodhisattva blessed them, so I came here boldly. I couldn't tell who was who with arms and legs, so I just Monk Suguang is intact, he was stabbed in the chest - I was buried in that mountain together, sin, sin!"

"It sounds miserable!"

"The temple has been closed for more than ten years, and it was only when Master Xu Kong came that there was incense again."

"Master Xukong is really kind and kind. Although there are so many scars on his face, he doesn't look scary at all. The Dharma he said is still subtle. We rough people understand it as soon as we hear it. When we understand our hearts, we let go. Haha, don't say it. That's all, I'm going to plant seedlings tomorrow, I'm tired."

The pilgrim patted his thigh: "Oh! This year, a lot of my seedlings died for some reason, and now it's too late to make up. I'm almost dying of worry."

Another pilgrim was wearing a straw hat: "Last year's harvest was good, and this year, have you been careless? My family has endless varieties of seedlings for you."

The two walked out of the courtyard, one on the left and the other on the right. "If life and death can not retreat, the Buddha's rank can be expected." Zhongsheng Temple gradually disappeared, and the long-lasting blood red also disappeared with the illusion.This situation can only be seen once in this life, after that, only the madness at that time can be recalled.

Shang Chen opened his eyes, seeing the familiar gloomy sky.

His eyes moved to his heart, and someone was lying on his body, dressed in black, covered in blood, and motionless.

Shang Chen's eyes blurred in an instant, he trembled and stretched out his stiff hands to hug this person, tears streaming down his face: "Master, Master, Master, wake up."

"Why are you crying, you're not dead yet." A familiar voice, unfamiliar weakness.

The sky is still the sky.People, still these few people.How nice to be back from a life-and-death struggle and nothing has changed!Shang Chen was hugged tightly, and the blazing warmth wrapped around his whole body, and the butterfly bone was painfully pressed.The pain of happiness made Shang Chen almost cry.

The unhappy ones are Sanhei.

His day was filled with healing.

Master in the morning, Qi Zichen in the afternoon, and Shang Chen in the evening.Fortunately, Long Huan was a divine beast, so he ran back to the cave with his wounds to recuperate.

The first two were healing in the house.However, Shang Chen's injury had to be in an open place, with the wind blowing to disperse it.After a few days, with cramps and peeling skin, Sanhei was tired and paralyzed, lying upright by the Yuanjing Pond: "Shang Chen, hurry up! My hands are cramping!"

"Did you vomit blood just now?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Sanhei said depressedly: "The three of you have different methods of injury: Master's use of cold air, Qi Zichen's use of warmth, and yours is worse with my internal fire—all of them are hot, more than It’s much more difficult to stew black rice porridge. It’s impossible not to vomit blood at the end of the day.”

Shang Chen coughed twice and said, "Let's call it a day."

Sanhei jumped up: "How can I do that? You finally woke up, and I am willing to die of exhaustion! Let's chat for a while, take a break and continue!"

The two chatted about what happened when Shang Chen entered the illusion.

It turned out that Master Mingshu was practicing in closed doors, Sanhei was also cultivating mana, and Qi Zichen had no spiritual power, and never entered the Sanzhang Pavilion, thinking that Shang Chen had cultivated well.Ming Shuxiu felt Shang Chen's struggle halfway, only to realize that he was cultivating the eighth level, and that he had gone mad, was in danger, and vomited blood every once in a while.If the illusion is forcibly broken from the outside, Shang Chen will lose all his spiritual power; if he cannot come out for a long time, Shang Chen's life will be at stake.

In the end, Mingshu used blood as a guide to cast a spell, breaking the illusion, saving Shang Chen's life and spiritual power, and he himself was seriously injured.

Sanhei said: "I have also gone mad, but it's not that Master is helpless. Shang Chen, have you thought about why?"

Because the heart is too anxious, and when entering the illusion, you are both angry and jealous, and you keep killing thoughts in the middle, so it is inevitable to go crazy.Sanhei sighed deeply after hearing Shang Chen's fate, and said with emotion that it is better to cultivate mana, although it is brutal but straightforward, not such a useless person.

After chatting, Sanhei wanted luck to heal his injuries, but found that he could not condense his internal fire after spending too much, and the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't do it.At this moment, the water in the Yuanjing Pond stirred.

Zong Yu came out of the water.

Zong Yu possessed the natural power of beasts and a high level of comprehension. Under San Hei's guidance, he ignited a fire of healing.

The fire poured in, and Shang Chen soon felt a different kind of warmth from Sanhei, which was a more natural and purer kind of warmth—no wonder, practitioners rushed to choose the green-maned beast as the royal beast, and even Willing to become a bonded beast.

Bailijie is full of wounded.

Shang Chen and Ming Shu didn't need to be said; Sanhei also tried their best to heal their wounds; Qi Zichen was left busy.

Ever since he came out of the illusion, Shang Chen's heart has become more relaxed. Once he is calm, he can look at a person without prejudice.Qi Zichen is very knowledgeable, gentle, and easy-going. When he is free, he comes to take care of Shang Chen's daily life and take care of the Mibao millet land.Compared with half a year ago, Qi Zichen's health is much better.

Qi Zichen said with a smile: "Shang Chen, thanks to your Mu Jing, I can grow up so fast. Mu Jing is gentle and prolongs the life. Can you lend me another half a year to fully recover."

Shang Chen smiled awkwardly: "Give it to you!"

Shang Chen felt that Qi Zichen was different after not seeing him for half a year.Not long after, Sanhei secretly said to Shang Chen: "What's the matter with Qi Zichen, every movement of his hands, every gesture of his feet, there is an indescribable flirtatiousness - it has become more and more intense recently, I healed him yesterday , I almost lost my mind."

right!That's what it feels like!

Shang Chen pondered for a while, and suddenly realized: "I guess, it's because he wears Huasang wood crystal... Ha, don't you understand? The forest of Mulberry Mountain can make clouds and make rain!"

Most of the mulberry forests are places for sexual intercourse, and mulberry trees naturally add charm.Therefore, even though Qi Zichen has no intention of seducing others, and his behavior is not deliberate, but being infected by Mu Jing every day, he can't help being infected with that romantic temperament, and he doesn't know how to seduce others.

Sanhei also suddenly realized: "No wonder, you have also been trying to seduce people for a while, and I feel hot all over when I get close."

Shang Chen was embarrassed: "No way! You don't practice enough by yourself!"

Shang Chen has spiritual power and a body of gold, so the air of flair is suppressed.Qi Zichen's body is weak, and he was raised by Mu Jing, and he became a romantic.Sanhei suddenly leaned forward and said, "You said he gets along with the master every day, will the master not be able to control it? Oh, that's not okay, Qi Zichen is weak and has no spiritual power, and he will be crushed when he is crushed by the master!"

"...You are the only one who worries too much! If you have the guts, remind Master!"

Sanhei yelled: "Shang Chen, you are a thief, you obviously want me to be expelled from the sect! Practicing and practicing, I think that you have broken through the eighth stage of the lamp of sentient beings, and I am very impatient! I am so unconvinced. I'm late, but I'll fix it quickly!"

Shang Chen was very disturbed, because he didn't listen to Mingshu's words, and cultivated the eighth level without authorization, which led to this catastrophe.But since he came back, the master hasn't let him pass the yard yet.

With Zongyu around, Sanhei concentrates on healing Mingshu, and it is necessary to exaggerate Zongyu's god of beasts with Mingshu. He feels that it is most suitable to be a beast master if it is not for Taki Huan's willful entanglement with Zongyu.After Mingshu finished listening, his voice was a little cold: "Call Shang Chen over!"

Shang Chen walked over suspiciously.

Mingshu said in a cold voice, "Heal me!"

Shang Chen was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward obediently, sat on the mat, and held Mingshu's hand, which was very hot, just as Sanhei said, in order to save Shang Chen, Mingshu's blood was reversed, and his internal fire was rampant.Shang Chen used the technique of icy cold to suppress the inner fire for Mingshu.

Not long after, Mingshu's heavy black gauze was soaked.

Shang Chen said: "Master, I detected not only a burning fire in your body, but also a cold air in your body just now. Ice cold is not enough. You take off your clothes, and I will probe carefully."

Mingshu was silent for a while: "Follow me."

Surprised, Shang Chen followed Ming Shu and pushed away a wall, and there was another world in the room.It got darker and darker until I couldn't see anything.Shang Chen was led into a pure black practice room, so dark that there was no light at all.

.