After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

There was only a thin line between Mo Xuanfang's fairy and demon, seeing Wei Qing rolling over and still lying on the ground in a coma state, he ignored it and stumbled onto the bed.

It has been 600 years, but he has still been unable to completely wipe out the roots of mortal desires, which is exactly what his master said when he was still alive: "Those who cultivate the Tao must not be eager for quick success, Xuanfang, you strip the mortal roots out of the body and force a breakthrough, even if you rank among the highest in the future. Immortal classes are also going against the sky, and they will be punished by heaven."

Damn...

The killing 600 years ago is still in front of my eyes, and the curse of the dragon before death is still in my ears.

After each dragon blood heir reaches the age of 16, he will definitely use the two characters "Hong" and "Ying" as spells, causing Mo Xuan Fang Fan's desire to stir up the chaos of the immortal soul and step into the crisis of falling into the devil.

Although Wei Qing was young, he somehow triggered the "Ying" curse while crying, which made Mo Xuanfang discover him.

Mo Xuanfang's eyes burst into red light, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", and a purple-handled whisk floated in front of him.

In the past 600 years, he has killed dozens of dragon blood inheritors, and this youngest son is no less.

Is he wrong to eliminate demons, defend the way, and protect the world?

He is devoted to the Tao, but where is the Tao?

Mo Xuanfang's eyes were closed tightly, and he kept his clear eyes. His hands were tied with the Xuantian seal, and the purple-handled whisk kept spinning in front of him, oozing out strands of red devilish energy.

Gradually, the red qi became less, and the purple qi mixed and entangled came out, and the purple qi became more abundant, and the red qi became invisible.

At this moment, a slender white hand suddenly grabbed the silver whisker on the whisk.

Mo Xuanfang's body shook violently, and he struggled to open his phoenix pupils.

Wei Qing had already stood in front of him at some point, his tiny body trembling uncontrollably.

But a pair of innocent eyes that belonged to a child revealed a ferocity that was different from ordinary people. I saw him grab Yinxu with both hands with all his strength, and opened his mouth to bite down.

"what!"

A trace of devilish energy flooded over Moxuan Fang Lingtai, and he was about to be submerged in the boundless darkness. Xuantian purple energy burst out violently, shooting at Wei Qing's 36 death points.

But it's too late...

The silver whiskers strangled Wei Qing's teeth, strangling him in agony, blood dripped down the red robe from the corner of his mouth, his mouth was filled with blood, but he never let go.

Because he knew that the purple-handled whisk was the lifeblood that Mo Xuanfang could not kill, but had to live on.

This is the only lifeline in him.Either you die, or I die.

Mo Xuanfang roared wildly, at the last moment he sealed off his five senses and seven senses, leaving only the eighth sense to wrap his red energy around.And his body also turned into purple green smoke, grabbed the red air and flew into the whisk.

When the darkness approached, he heard the hoarse scream of the immature child, and he also fell into the darkness with himself.

The world is finally quiet.

The sun rose and the moon set, seven days later, the Ziyun Palace in the evening suddenly became lively.

The four masters of the upper four halls——Ying Lianzi, the master of Fatong hall, Meng Xuanzhen, the master of Haozong hall, Sun Daoyi, the master of Puxuan hall, and Zhou You, the master of Xiaoyao hall, walked out of Moxuanfang's bedroom with dignified expressions.

Ying Lianzi walked at the end, raised her hand slightly, and grabbed the ancient jade hairpin that had been stepping on her feet.

Although this thousand-year-old jade is rare, it is nothing more than a vulgar object to Ziyun Palace, how could it appear here?

He quietly put the ancient jade hairpin into the Qiankun bag.

The owner of Xiaoyao Palace, Zhou You, has silver hair, is elegant and handsome, but at this moment, his expression is uncharacteristically irritable. He was the first to speak: "The suzerain's phoenix call made me feel strange, but now he simply disappeared. What should I do?"

Meng Xuanzhen, the master of Haozong Hall, is Mo Xuanfang's fellow apprentice. He is tall and handsome, and his voice is also forceful: "Everyone, don't panic. With the suzerain's cultivation level, nothing will happen. Recently, the mountain has been quite uneven, so he will go out. Look, there is no need to explain to me."

"Dianzhu Meng's words are wrong." Sun Daoyi, the master of Puxuan Palace, shook his head. He looks like he is in his 30s, his appearance and posture are comparable to Ying Lianzi's, but his temperament is more restrained. Taiping, the suzerain acted calmly and would not leave without saying goodbye, not to mention that I just checked around Ziyun Palace and found that one thing was missing."

"what?"

Sun Daoyi looked at the three of them: "When the patriarch founded the sect, he left behind three treasures. One is the heaven-fixing magic circle, which can summon all the sect immortals and suppress all evil spirits in the world;

The second is the nine-day spiritual vein, which can continuously absorb the spiritual energy of the world and supply it to the Purple Cloud Sect;

The third is... the Bliss Illusory Sky Whisk used by the suzerain. It is said that this whisk is left over from the ancient Sanqing, it can sweep away the filth of the world, but it is used by the suzerain to hide his mortal roots..."

"Enough..." Meng Xuanzhen frowned, "The suzerain is already in the immortal class, so there is no need to mention this matter."

Sun Daoyi said unhurriedly: "You and I both know that the Bliss Fantasy Sky Fuchen must be restrained in Ziyun Palace, otherwise the filth will come back, and the Da Luo Jinxian will fall into the devil, and the Three Realms will be in chaos."

Zhou You was even more anxious: "Then tell me, what should I do?"

"What Daoyi said is right." At this time, Ying Lianzi, who had been silent all this time, said, "The Ziyun Sect has a great responsibility for the people of the world and the survival of the righteous way. No matter what the truth about the disappearance of the suzerain is, we must plan ahead. It is recommended to activate the demon animal husbandry pill immediately."

"Devil Mudan!" The other three said in unison, all of them were shocked.

"Uncle, absolutely not." Meng Xuanzhen said, "If even the Ziyun Sect activates the Demon Clan Mud Pill, there will be another catastrophe in the world, how can the disciples of my sect be fooled by a few pills?"

Sun Daoyi walked up to Ying Lianzi, faced Meng Xuanzhen and said, "But Lord Meng, don't forget that the Heavenly Swallow Kingdom has been coveting for so many years, and the dragon clan and monster clan are undeterred. Nowadays, spiritual energy in the world is becoming scarcer and scarcer. It has been abandoned for 50 years, and the disciples cultivated slowly, relying only on the strength of the suzerain. Have you ever thought about what will happen if he is not around?"

Meng Xuanzhen snorted coldly: "My Ziyun sect has been founded for 10 years, and I have never heard of the nonsense of living on elixir. Don't tell me the truth, I will not agree."

Ying Lianzi gave Sun Daoyi a hand, and said slowly: "Hey, there is no need for my family to say such angry words. Since everyone's opinions cannot be unified and the suzerain is not around, then according to the rules, all the principals of the Nine Heavens and Twelve Palaces will intervene with the patriarch. Incense, see which school has the most incense, and listen to whoever it is."

"You are trying to rebel!"

After half an hour, Meng Xuanzhen alone was no match for the three of them, and flew away from Ziyun Palace with a flick of his sleeve.

In the dust of the blissful fantasy sky, Mo Xuanfang floats and sinks in the sea of ​​desire and evil sky.

A dust whisk can remove the filth of the world, but the filthy residue accumulated over millions of years is enough to evolve into the way of demons. Once restrained, it stirs up the demonic energy in the demon realm, and Da Luo Jinxian immediately falls into a demon.

In order to stop the fallen demon, Mo Xuanfang was forced to close the five senses and seven senses, leaving only the last sliver of clarity in the eighth sense, and sealed the exit of the devil's way with his own body.

At this time, he is like a newborn baby who is always blind to hearing and blind to everything around him, and only responds to everything instinctively.

Every time Van Root's attack is to pull him one level deeper into the abyss of demonic ways, he will use his 3000 years of cultivation to resist with all his might.

Every resistance seemed to be the last battle, and again and again, he would be lost in the boundless darkness at some point.

However, in this darkness, a golden energy appeared. This energy is pure and strong. He would give him a helping hand every time he was in danger. , just like a baby looking for the umbilical cord, he absorbs this golden energy endlessly.

Gradually, he saw a face in the darkness.

A teenager.

Wei Qing entered the blissful fantasy world as a young child, and his spirit returned to his place in the fantasy world, revealing his real image.

In this whisk, there was originally a dark world of desire and evil, but because of Wei Qing's arrival, a piece of pure land appeared.

It turns out that Wei Qing was born in a wealthy family, and his parents and family love him very much. He has everything in the world, but he has nothing he wants.

Although he has a somewhat rebellious personality, he has not yet been enlightened in matters of love, and he doesn't even know whether he likes a man or a woman, which further leads to his innocence in state of mind.

The so-called no desire is strong.

The filthy air in the dust whisk couldn't hurt Wei Qing, he created a fantasy world in his ignorance.

After waking up, all he could see was the blue sky and green grass, the breeze was blowing, the shadow of the magnolia tree was shaking, and he could smell the fragrance of flowers.

But to his dismay, he saw a dog man on the grass.

A dog man he hated and feared, Mo Xuanfang.

"Mo Xuanfang, you liar!" He yelled, "I thought you were so kind to take me in, but it turned out that I had already seen my identity and wanted to kill me. I, Wei Qing, are at odds with you."

He faced Mo Xuanfang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground from afar, cursing endlessly, but he didn't dare to get close, but no matter how much he scolded, Mo Xuanfang always closed his eyes and didn't open his mouth, sitting where he was like an old monk in meditation.

Wei Qing thought it was weird, so he slipped away after thinking about it, but walking around in this place was a small circle, like a ghost hitting a wall, he had nowhere to go, so he had to go back to study Mo Xuanfang.

This time he found that Mo Xuanfang's whole body was covered by a thin layer of red air, as if trapped inside, unable to move.

Now Wei Qing is happy, I told you Mo Xuanfang to be so weak, now it is in my hands to see how the young master tortures you.

Wei Qing became more courageous, relying on his recovered body, he couldn't find any bricks nearby, so he threw out branches and tied them into a rope to tie Mo Xuanfang.

"My surname is Mo, how about a bondage play for you? If you can't be beaten to death, you will be disgusted to death."

He tied the rope happily, but he didn't expect the meridian to be attached to the spirit body. His meridian has the blood of the golden dragon. The reason why the blood of the golden dragon is the supreme magic blood of the dragon is because the dragon is a race that naturally cultivates with demonic energy. The blood of the golden dragon can control all the devil energy in the world.

However, Wei Qing has a special constitution, which can accommodate the coexistence of aura and magic energy.At this time, as soon as he touched Mo Xuanfang's body with the most demonic energy in the whole world, the magical energy immediately flowed to Wei Qing along the branches, and the golden dragon's blood was also transformed into golden energy, forcibly absorbing and refining Mo Xuanfang's magical energy.

And for Mo Xuanfang, it was tantamount to grabbing the straw to save his life.

He broke free from the knot subconsciously, rushed over, and pressed against Wei Qing.

"Hey, I'm a man, you're fucking sick."

Wei Qing's hands were crushed by him, only his two long legs stomped wildly, greeting each other three times.

But who was Mo Xuanfang? Wei Qing became limp and powerless after a few thumps, so he could only let him absorb the energy of the golden dragon's blood from himself, and finally gave up completely.

The breeze was blowing, blowing the soft waist of the grass beside me.

It's over, I'm useless in his hands.

Wei Qing, what's even more hateful is that Mo Xuanfang always feeds energy back to his body. Contrary to the boiling energy of the golden dragon's blood, it is very cool.

Whenever this cool energy circulates in Wei Qing's body, he can feel the spiritual energy in the universe being attracted to him, merging into his spiritual meridians.

Spirits and demons blend together, and all dharmas become one.

The two of them were so sticky, shamelessly stacked together, Wei Qing didn't know how much time passed in a daze.

One night, Mo Xuanfang's closed eyes suddenly opened.