Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Mozun let Xuetian die.

This Demon Lord was a legend in his life and a legend in his death.

When he was born, he walked from Hanwei step by step, and finally unified the long-split demonic way, built a magic palace, and stood on the top of the demonic way to be worshiped by thousands of people.

however--

Including Rang Xuetian himself, no one would have expected that Rang Xuetian would not have died in the thunder catastrophe; but in the hands of his most trusted confidant, Shu Yao.

The death knell at the highest place of the magic palace rang long and sadly, and the people's hearts bathed under the sound of the death knell were all different.

The Seven Killers stepped up the steps of the main hall of the Demon Palace step by step, and the Demon Cultivator below knelt down on the ground.

Daoist Wei Heng brought his sword down Xuanshan Mountain.

Shu Yao, the culprit who caused all this turmoil, laughed wantonly on the top of the Kunyi Mountains.

so good.

"Hahahahaha! What a majestic Demon Venerable Rang Xuetian, what a choice that forced me to make!"

"Why, are you satisfied with the choice I made? Are you surprised?"

It's not in vain to risk your life to go crazy.

He is a tall, thin and straight young man, and his red clothes are splendid and dazzling.

It seemed that Shu Yao's condition was not very good, and he even staggered back two steps because of the unbridled laughter, as if he had come to a dead end.

Even so, Shu Yao's hand holding the sword was still tightly clenched, so tight that the knuckles turned white, revealing a bit of jade's moistness.

The long sword in his hand is entwined with flowers and tendrils, and the gems inlaid on it embellish the branches of flowers vividly.

There are two ways of immortals and demons, no one dares to underestimate Shu Yao's cold voice.

It was this Chilling Shadow that not long ago put Ren Xuetian's head in its owner's pocket. Based on this alone, who would dare to grab Shu Yao's edge?

At least Wang Zhen, who came to hunt him down under the order of the Seven Killers, dared not.

If it hadn't been for Shu Yao's killing, Xuetian would have been seriously injured, and then the envoy of the Seven Killers, under the banner of righteousness, had fought with him with all his strength while he was still seriously injured, adding injury to injury.Nine times out of ten, Wang Zhen didn't even have the courage to fight head-on with Shu Yao.

Even if Shu Yao is in the current situation where the tiger is in the sky and the dragon is trapped in the shoal, Wang Zhen is still facing a formidable enemy and dare not act rashly.

He opened his mouth cautiously: "I was ordered by the envoy to come to pick up the envoy Tanlang back to the Demon Palace to discuss matters. I chased all the way here and just caught up with the envoy Tanlang. With the envoy Tanlang's current situation, Mo and I are both in danger." .”

Deputy envoy Wang Zhen who came with him was different.

He has never entered the Mahayana, so he has no way of knowing the horror of Shu Yao, so it is difficult to be in awe of him.

Before Shu Yao could speak, the deputy said disdainfully, "Why should your lord talk too much with a dying man?"

Shu Yaoshi's just-stopped laughter rang out again. He laughed, and he didn't bother to give his deputy a look. He just looked at Wang Zhen jokingly: "Why don't you change the discussion of returning to the palace to let me wash my neck and wait for death? I look like Is it so easy to lie?"

The praise of the Greedy Wolf Envoy's appearance in the devil's way is not empty words.

The first thought that crossed Wang Zhen's mind was that it was irrelevant.

Even if Shu Yao walked to the end of the road, with black hair scattered all over his body, dark red blood stains mottled with his gorgeous red clothes, and his pale complexion, he might be able to compete with the ice and snow on Kunyi Mountain——

Beauty is always beauty.

When he turned around, the moment he raised his eyes was enough to illuminate the ice and snow in Kunyi, which was shocking.Not only is there no embarrassment, but the sharp and proud beauty flows out like the light and shadow of swords.

Peerless beauties are proud of their looks.

A peerless swordsman prides himself on his swordsmanship.

Shu Yao is not only a peerless swordsman, but also a peerless beauty.

Under the overlapping of the two phases, it is naturally shocking.

"It's really no wonder the envoy." Shu Yao tore his face first, and Wang Zhen stopped pretending, and sighed, "The devil clearly appreciates the envoy a lot, and has good eyes. The envoy is guilty of chaos. Rao is the envoy who has the heart to cover up, but also very helpless."

In fact, Wang Zhen couldn't figure out why Shu Yao would betray Ren Xuetian and even kill him with a single blow.

Unlike the envoy of the Seven Killers, Shu Yao has been coveting the Supreme Demon Dao for a long time, and he arranges in every possible way and plots secretly.

It's not like Po Junshi, who speaks freely and loves to worry about talking nonsense, so he has to guard against Xue Tian being so angry that he draws his sword against him one day, to clean up the door, it is the right way to simply strike first.

Greedy Wolf Envoy has always been a solitary person. He neither loves power and beauty, nor has heaps of disciples and disciples to follow. The incense under his sect is so thin that people can't help sweating for him, worrying that there will be no one after him. Set up a tablet for him.

It's not like this is why Shu Yao became the most proud and handy knife in Ren Xuetian's hands.

Wang Zhen revisited the past and realized that no matter how powerful Shu Yao was before, he is now just a poor man with no end in sight, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

So Wang Zhen became more courageous and asked doubts: "Why can't Greedy Wolf understand that once the knife-wielder dies, the knife in his hand will not end well?"

Wang Zhen didn't believe that the Greedy Wolf Envoy would be so stupid.

If he was so stupid, Shu Yao wouldn't be able to survive today in the magic way.

Then there is only one explanation left:

Shu Yao killed Xuetian, there must be a reason for Xuetian to die.

For example, let Xuetian have a good way to prove Dao Ascension, and a secret realm that hides spiritual treasures and cheats that can make people in their realm excited.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhen's eyes became hot and greedy, he rubbed his hands and smiled and said, "The envoy of greedy wolf wants to seek a way out, of course I understand. I am very curious about why the envoy of greedy wolf wants to kill the demon king. The wolf envoy can explain a thing or two, maybe I will be willing to let the greedy wolf envoy a yard."

"If Greedy Wolf Emissary has any unfinished regrets, I can try my best to help out."

Shu Yao has seen this kind of look too many times in the magic way.

Of course he had his reasons for killing Rang Xuetian.

But it was definitely not what Wang Zhen thought.

There is no such thing as Schrödinger's treasure cheats.

Shu Yao sneered, and said coldly: "Kill him if you want, where are there so many reasons?"

"For example, if I want to kill you now, I will kill you. Where do I get so many reasons and ask you to let me live?"

"Tan Lang envoy is so bold!" The deputy envoy politely raised his hands and clapped, smiling and mocking, "I don't intend to take a look at my appearance, as if I can turn over the waves ?"

The deputy envoy was right.

Shu Yao's long black hair was like ink brocade disturbed by scissors, densely entangled, and the red clothes were dimmed by the blood splattered in several life-and-death fights to remove the gorgeous patterns woven with gold threads, the hem of the clothes was messy, and the sleeves were broken.

His skin was originally fair, but all the blood color had faded at this moment. Against the dark red, black and thick colors, it was so clear that it gave people a sense of déjà vu.

Cooperating with being three inches into the snow, he was able to support the cold voice with his back straight like a bamboo, and he became more and more weak and fragile.

When Xue Tian ascended to the position of Demon Lord, the arrogance and contempt of the greedy wolf envoy in red clothes and black hair, which made people feel unstoppable with just one glance, is still vivid after hundreds of years. Burned in Wang Zhen's mind.

Compared with the glamorous beauty at that time, Shu Yao is more than simple and embarrassing now?

Wang Zhen, who was already obsessed with profit, put aside all his worries and said with a sneer, "That's right! Could it be that the Greedy Wolf Messenger thought he was a high-ranking Greedy Wolf Messenger in the past? Are you qualified to put on a stance and look down on people?"

Shu Yao didn't speak.

Wang Zhen and the two were right about one thing, he was indeed running out of strength, and it would be better to save some for beating people.

He raised his hand to wipe a trace of blood from his lips.

At the same time, the cold silent shadow supporting Shu Yao who was trapped in the snow raised his head, raised his sword tip, and pointed at Wang Zhen and the two of them.

Accompanied by the falling of the sword, there was a sudden change of wind and cloud in the sky, dark clouds rose suddenly, thunder flashed violently, like the thunderbolt of lightning from the envoys under the feet of the five emperors, and the breath of the dragon in the clouds was as shocking as the dragon's breath.

The original prototype of this move is the "Emperor Dragon Flying" in the Qixiufang of the Three Swords Schools, which can fix the opponent in place and cannot move.

Later, as Shu Yao's cultivation became higher and higher, and the way of swordsmanship became deeper and deeper, the Emperor Lei Ting, who could only fix people but could not hurt them, had a qualitative change. On weekdays, the role of Wang Zhen was the one-sword Emperor Lei Ting. matter.

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough magic breath now, and he is running around in the meridians to make troubles, but he can't kill Wang Zhen with a single sword.

Wang Zhen and his deputy all knew the power of Emperor Shu Yao's Thunderbolt.

Seeing that Wang Zhen couldn't be killed with a single sword, Wang Zhen, who was shaken head-on by the thunder, didn't care about his mood.

The deputy thought that Shu Yao was exhausted, so he shouted triumphantly:

"Is this the silent shadow of the Tanlang Envoy who overwhelms the evil way? From my point of view, it's nothing more than mediocrity. The Tanlang Envoy must not rely on her beauty to get to the top, right?"

His guess is not unreasonable.

Shu Yao's appearance, as if the wind could blow there, made him look like a morning glow across the ice and snow, intertwined with the snow light briefly for a moment of amazement, and then melted into the snow.

Anyone who saw it wanted to persuade him to catch him without a fight, maybe it would be less painful than drawing a sword.

Shu Yao forcibly swallowed the sweet blood welling up in his throat, but still didn't speak.

The fingertips of his fingers that were not holding the sword trembled, and the endless pain rolled out from the bones through the blood tendons layer by layer to the skin, making Shu Yao want to tear the embroidery on the sleeves into pieces to relieve the pain.

After trying in vain to grab it a few times, Shu Yao couldn't even stabilize a piece of his sleeve.

However, the hand holding the sword was as steady as it was every time it killed the Quartet.

That's the perseverance that came out of countless times of fighting in the sea of ​​blood.

This time, he just handed out a sword lightly and horizontally.

Guarded by thunder, dodged by wind and snow.

That sword pierced into Wang Zhen's heart lightly, as if Wang Zhen cultivated a fake Mahayana cultivation base.

The sword pierces the void.

When Shu Yao was in his prime, he was able to extend this sword from a distance of thousands of miles, and the barrier of space was shattered into nothingness under the sword intent. No matter how miserable the situation is now, with a distance of only a few feet, how can An Neng stop him?

Ever since facing the provocation from Wang Zhen and the deputy envoy, Shu Yao has never said a word.

Whatever should be said, what should be proved, Han Sheng Ji Ying will help him do it.

So it's not necessary, it's better to save some effort.

Shu Yao laughed and said in a protracted tone: "If you have any unfinished regrets, you can tell them—"

This is what Wang Zhen let off of Shu Yao at the beginning.

Shu Yao returned the original.

It can be seen that putting too much words is not a good thing.

"Anyway, I'm not in the mood, and I probably won't live long enough to help you fulfill your regrets. Why don't you die with regrets yourself."

Shu Yao pulled out the silent shadow of the cold voice piercing into Wang Zhen's heart, his strength was completely overdrawn, and he didn't care about the splash of blood falling on his clothes.

Wang Zhen, who didn't know the reason why he shouldn't talk too much, was so angry with Shu Yao that he couldn't stand his eyes.

Perhaps what comforted him a little was that Shu Yao, who was well versed in this truth, was not far from death.

As for the deputy envoy, from the beginning to the end, Shu Yao didn't hesitate to give him a little look.

There are too many people who want to kill him, if they look at each of them and say a few words, does he still want to have some time for himself in this life?

Naturally, he would not see the scene where the Deputy Envoy swallowed his last breath unwillingly.

Shu Yao slowly supported his body and sat down with a cold voice and silent shadow, gritting his teeth to support a relatively dignified posture.

At any rate, he managed to get into a position where he could be a decent person during his lifetime. After death, he was found to have died with such an ugly thing as Wang Zhen. Not to mention, if his posture was even more ugly, Shu Yao was afraid that he would be angered into a ghost .

He closed his eyes slightly, inexplicably thinking of Wang Zhen's question, asking him if he had any unfinished regrets.

There are too many things for Shu Yao to recall in the past 300 years. Shu Yao himself can't even remember how many people he killed under the sword, and how many roads he traveled under his feet.

But he clearly remembered the world he was in at the beginning, a world that was completely different from the current continent he was in, and it was much better.

In that world, there are no two ways of immortals and demons, who can move mountains and landslides at every turn, and exaggerate the emphasis on proving the Tao and ascending.

Some are the ever-growing sophisticated technology; laws that allow people, rich or poor, to live with dignity in this world; and a spicy chicken game called "Jianxia Qingyuan Online Version [-]".

Shu Yao was so alive that he had a villain Qixiu Chengnv account in that game, who put a lot of effort into it.

Once transmigrated, Qixiu from the villain's camp should really enter the magic way and start from scratch.

The so-called Golden Finger Killing the Quartet is all fake and does not exist. He is bound like a fake sword three system.

Except for the carefully selected and glamorous Yi Rong pinching his face, there is only the seven swordsmanship that he needs to learn slowly with his heart.

No problem.

It's just a little hellish.

Shu Yao murmured to the sky: "Destroy my youth, I wish to be a noble person in the next life."

His voice is not loud, but in their realm, practitioners who are about to become immortals have too good hearing, there is nothing they can do about it.

Not surprisingly, Wei Heng, who was catching up with Kunyi Mountain, could hear Shu Yao's words clearly.

After a slight pause in Wei Heng's footsteps, he hurried on faster, with the corner of his clothes fluttering, he appeared from the foot of Kunyi Mountain to the top of Kunyi Mountain.

He lowered his eyes to look at the man in red, who didn't know if it was the last struggle before he passed out, or because his appearance was too good.

Mingming's eyelashes are tightly closed, his clothes and hair are disheveled, he is still like a flower blooming in the crevices of a cliff, unwilling to be reconciled or showing weakness, showing off his dazzling and flamboyant beauty.

Without hesitation, Wei Heng bent down to pick up Shu Yao, and his figure disappeared in the direction of Xuanshan.

It is said that when a person is about to die, his words are also kind.

This greedy wolf envoy was able to say such words before he died.

Presumably not too hopeless.

Wei Heng naturally thought so.

But Fan Shuyao was a little bit conscious, knowing that he was bullied by Xuetian for half his life, and he was hugged back to Xuanshan, who was bullied by Mo Dao for half his life, and he might want to give himself a sword in the heart after killing Wang Zhen.

At least it's over.

Who knows what moved Wei Heng to travel thousands of miles to the Kunyi Mountains, which separates the two realms of immortals and demons, and carried him back to Xuanshan with great kindness.

Shu Yao didn't believe that it was the compassionate heart of a person in the immortal way.

It's a pity that he was lying in Wei Heng's arms unconsciously, and he had no way of knowing that he was brought back to Xuanshan, let alone what was waiting for him in Xuanshan.