Shu Yao said: "What are you talking about? Is there something wrong with me that doesn't deserve his liking?"
Wan Chuanhe sincerely suggested: "Why don't you think about where you are first?"
Without thinking, Shu Yao said, "I'm pretty."
"Isn't a human face just two eyes and one nose? Could it be that you can see flowers?" Wan Chuanhe didn't appreciate it very much, "It's true that you deserve a beating."
To Shu Yao's face, what he said was true from the heart.
Shu Yao understands why Wan Chuanhe can make a special case and practice Heavenly Punishment in the Demon Dao with peace of mind.
Because he lacks a muscle.
"Forget that you don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness." Shu Yao didn't care about him, and understood, "How can you put the aesthetics of other Taoists together with you?"
Wan Chuan and Toothache.
He was cautious, facing the risk of being repaired by the cold voice and silent shadow in the next moment, he was not afraid of death and asked: "Look at your protection of Wei Heng, you treat him—"
Really not in the mood?
Shu Yao's expression gradually softened.
At that moment, he was the real greedy wolf of the demonic way. He said that he was the same, and he would take life and death: "You know. The way I cultivated——"
"Deeply hates love."
Wan Chuanhe made up for him.
The face of a cultivator is always there, and Shu Yao's appearance has not changed for a hundred years, and he is still as arrogant and indifferent as he was a hundred years ago.
Wan Chuanhe breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "I didn't say anything. Once you fall in love with Wei Heng, it is inevitable that your path will be damaged. You persisted for a hundred years, even at the expense of turning against Seven Kills one after another, beheading Xue Tian, and going through life and death several times." ,not worth it."
Shu Yao didn't speak.
I don't know if I listened or not.
Wan Chuanhe asked again: "How much has your cultivation base recovered?"
Shu Yao came back in a loose tone, not as if he was talking about his own life and death, but rather like watching flowers and playing birds, leisurely: "[-]% or [-]%."
"It didn't get better so quickly. I would also like to thank Qisha for raising the demon seeds in the Jin Kingdom for many years. The demon seeds in Shu Ning's body are even more distracting. After I swallowed them, most of them recovered. Maybe it's the so-called cocooning?"
Wan Chuanhe was not in a good mood: "Okay, if it's not good enough, if you dare to go into the magic palace and fight Qisha hard, should I praise you or should I prepare a coffin for you first?"
Shu Yao said with a smile: "Why don't you think about how to write the congratulatory form after I ascend the position of Demon Lord?"
Wan Chuanhe didn't think about how to write the congratulatory form, so he wanted to kill this careless person.
Is Seven Kills an easy opponent to deal with?
Wan Chuanhe wanted to fight back, but he still tried his best to worry like an old mother: "The devil's palace is full of people with seven kills, why don't you wait a little longer and bring your confidant over there?"
"Okay." Shu Yao pushed the boat along the way, and stretched out his hand confidently, "So please take me to the second domain, my battle is coming, and the magic breath can be saved a little bit."
That shouldn't be such a province.
Wan Chuanhe was so upset that he couldn't put it into words: "You specially summoned me here with a messenger talisman, just to let me take you to the second domain?"
Is it that cheap?
Feeling bad is bad, the sound of the wind rubbed against his ears, and in a blink of an eye, Wan Chuanhe took Shu Yao to the direction of the second domain after speaking.
"of course not."
Shu Yao paused: "At the beginning you had the news about the Ziwei Mystery Realm, it was Qi Sha who stabbed it to Rang Xuetian's side, I specially told you that his bad luck was coming, to make you happy."
Wan Chuanhe was a little happy, but also a little moved: "I can't tell, are you so brotherly enough?"
Shu Yao clapped his hands, and smiled calmly: "Of course, I want to tell you more that I am fighting Qisha, so don't be so stupid as to intervene."
"You are so good, if something good or bad happens, won't you make my brother regret it for the rest of my life?"
Wan Chuanhe said coldly, "Shut up."
Shu Yao didn't know why.
Wan Chuan said softly, "If you talk again, I'm afraid I'll kill you seven times first, and I'll get rid of you, a troublesome troublemaker."
The two of them arrived ten miles away from the gate of Chang'an City.
Shu Yao raised his head and looked around, and saw that the blood in Chang'an City was soaring into the sky, which was unusual.
If it weren't for the sudden influx of a large number of lonely demon cultivators in the city, or there were far more than one or two murders.
Maybe it's a little bit of both.
He said: "Send it here. The Seven Kills only pick the demon cultivators of the Heavenly Punishment lineage to attack. For personal and public grievances, I, Chang'an City, bear the brunt of the pain, so I don't want to drag you down."
After saying that, Shu Yao stepped forward, and his figure disappeared at the gate of the city.
He has long been used to being lively when they meet, but they are always in a hurry like fireworks, and they are separated in a blink of an eye.
In comparison, ninety-nine percent of the road, and ninety-nine percent of the life-and-death difficulties are walked by one person.
Shu Yao suddenly felt a very faint sense of melancholy.
It's not just for the difference between Wan Chuanhe and Wan Chuanhe.
It's more about thinking that from now on, there will be no sun and moon shining by his side to open the way.
He and Wei Heng would each be on the side of the fairy and demon, facing each other from a distance, if it wasn't for a fight, it would be rare to see each other, and they would never communicate with each other.
This emotion lasted until Shu Yao entered the city gate.
Not only is Chang'an City not as heavily guarded as usual, but there are many guards, which makes people feel awe of this prosperous city and dare not make mistakes.
On the contrary, the guards who were supposed to stand majestically at the city gate fell to the ground.
Shu Yao found a leading demon general who was not too seriously injured, and said concisely: "What happened in the city?"
He hasn't changed his face in disguise, and the demon general has been stationed in Chang'an City for a hundred years, so he is naturally familiar with Shu Yao's face.
The demon general struggled to get up from the ground to salute Shu Yao, and said hoarsely: "This subordinate is incompetent, and failed to stop the envoy from Seven Kills from entering the city."
Shu Yao narrowed his eyes and pupils, stretched out his hand to support him, and signaled that he didn't need to be polite: "Be more specific."
"The Seven Killers have been acting constantly in the devil's way recently, and it seems to be the purpose of setting off the two lines of Heavenly Punishment and Gusha. I dare not let his people enter the city, and I don't want to stop them."
The demon general spoke out of breath, obviously a little anxious: "The people from the Seven Killing Envoys should now confront the two girls Hongluan and Tianyao in Yihuzhu, there is Mahayana among them!"
Shu Yao understood what the demon general was saying.
He can save as much as he can, and said: "With me here, don't worry."
After speaking, he walked into Chang'an City as usual.
Nothing could be more aboveboard.
The demon general and the demon soldier knelt down on the ground, bowing their heads respectfully to send him away.
The dendrobium beads in the city are not like the usual gentle and coquettish gold-selling caves.
The guests dispersed, and the doors and windows of every household in the building were locked tightly. In the past, a small town filled with laughter and joyful voices was now terribly silent.
The atmosphere of the confrontation between Hongluan Tianyao and Qisha was even more tense.
"The left and right greedy wolf envoys have disappeared for so long, it seems that they don't want to care about the affairs of the second domain, so what if the two fellow daoists surrender to my envoy with a piece of Dendrobium beads?"
The Seven Killers seemed to be unable to see Hongluan Yao Yu's face was tense, her beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent, and she chuckled lightly:
"To be honest, my honored envoy also attaches great importance to the spirit stones brought by the gold-selling cave like Yihuzhu. The two Taoist friends are both the peak of transforming gods. If they surrender, they will be regarded as honored guests by my envoy. Treat each other."
Just as Tianyao was about to get angry, Hongluan pulled her sleeve to persuade her. Hongluan said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Excellency thanked the Seven Killers for my kindness. It's just that when Tianyao and I worked for the envoy a hundred years ago, we made a vow of heart and soul. , is bound by the law of heaven, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the love of the Seven Killing Envoys."
The man didn't take it seriously, and said: "You two don't use such words to prevaricate me. Since the envoy sent me here to recruit the two, I must have a solution for the painstaking efforts of the two of you."
This person made it clear that he didn't like hard and soft, and Hong Luan couldn't help but look ugly.
"Besides——" he tapped his palms, and said with a smile, "The two fellow Taoists are determined not to want it, and the envoy is a reasonable person after all, so that's okay too. But the matter of one Dendrobium bead is not up to the two of you."
Going around is still greedy for a Lingshi of Dendrobium beads.
Tian Yao couldn't hold back, he sneered and said with a sneer: "The envoy of seven kills is full of calculations, and he is not afraid to support himself if he wants to swallow a Dendrobium pearl?"
Shu Yao was tolerant to them, and when he was bored, he drank with them and listened to music, and it was not uncommon for them to yell at Seven Kills.
But no matter how much he yelled at, there was a world of difference between Qisha and the two of them.
It's not something that the two little Huashen can criticize.
Hongluan winked at Tianyao, and said loudly: "Don't mention anything else, the envoy is still here, and a Dendrobium Pearl is under his jurisdiction. Even if the Seven Killing Envoys have such thoughts, they should ask the envoy?"
The face of the visitor turned cold quickly, and he tore off that layer of gentle face: "Oh? What kind of thing is he greedy for a wolf? It is worthy of my family's envoy to ask him personally?
With deep malice on his face, he sneered word by word: "If he sleeps and let Xue Tian take the position, after sleeping, he turns his face and ruthlessly kills his benefactor's thing?"
"you!"
Tian Yao couldn't bear it any longer, and violently attacked.
The magic breath surged all over her body, and the hurricane was strong, as if it was going to turn the exquisitely layered pavilion upside down.
The next moment everything was quiet.
Tianyao's magic breath was completely suppressed, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, making it difficult to speak.
She looked at him in astonishment.
That man was actually a Mahayana.
Like her, Hong Luan was crushed by the coercion until her bones creaked.
She refused to bow her head, and gritted her teeth and said, "I originally wanted to persuade my fellow Taoists to submit to my second domain, but now that I think about it, you are probably something that the Venerable Envoy killed with a sword, so naturally I don't like it."
The visitor rolled up his sleeves, Hong Luan Tian Yao Shuangshuang flew upside down, smashing countless beams and pillars carved with gold and lacquer patterns, and even the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Amidst the splashing of sawdust, there was a faint sob from a dendrobium bead, as if worrying about his unknown fate.
"Just relying on a beautiful and high-ranking thing like Tanlang?" He snorted, "He is also worthy?"
"Who is the most beautiful?"
That voice was like a cold spring pouring through heavy sawdust and dust, calming one's mind for no reason.
Hongluan Tianyao's pupils lit up: "Honorable envoy!"
Shu Yao approached the Mahayana step by step, and repeated patiently: "Who is said to be beautiful and superior? Who is here to touch my people and tear down my city?"
He didn't look angry and asked sharply.
He didn't jump into a rage and scolded his ears.
But once the people behind Mahayana met his blind eyes, they all took two steps back and bowed their heads in silence.
Rao is that Mahayana, it's hard to be hardened for a while.
No matter how ugly the words are, no matter how humiliating, the awe of the Greedy Wolf Envoy is deeply rooted in the bones of the Demon Dao.
Shu Yao didn't get angry when he looked at it, and smiled as if he didn't take it seriously: "Are you born nearly a hundred years ago?"
Mahayana still stubbornly remained silent.
He didn't understand why Shu Yao asked such stupid questions.
Is there any amazingly talented person who can practice Mahayana within a hundred years old?
Wei Heng also couldn't.
Shu Yao said: "If you were not born within a hundred years, how could you not know that within a thousand miles of Chang'an City, there are people who can be killed with cold voices and silent shadows?"
"How dare you come to my Chang'an City to make trouble?"
Mahayana finally moved.
He sprinted backwards, wanting to leave Yihu Zhu, otherwise his life would be in danger.
At his level, it is not difficult to fly a thousand miles in a blink of an eye and shrink an inch into an inch.
too late.
The bright moon in the sky retreats, and the clouds roll and darken.
Then the dark clouds moved away, and lightning flashed, illuminating half the sky.
Nine days of thunder rolled down, and the explosion rang in my ears!
Moxiu, who had a slightly lower cultivation base, gave a soft knee and knelt down on the ground.
Shu Yao handed out a sword, and the thunder was like a torrent, falling on the tip of the sword in the cold voice, listening to his command.
It is not clear whether the thunder is like a sword, or the sword is like a thunder.
Not long ago, the brash and arrogant group of people, before they even had time to say a word, were turned into ashes under Shu Yao's sword, leaving no bones left.
Hongluan Tianyao got up slowly.
The injuries they suffered were not minor, but fortunately, the practitioners had strong muscles and bones, invulnerable to weapons, fire and water, and were far beyond human comparison.
Shu Yao put away his sword: "I'm sorry, I have had to find a safe place to hide and recuperate recently. I don't want to hurt you."
Hongluan shook her head and smiled, "The envoy helped us vent our anger, what is there to be sorry for?"
She blinked: "After all, we are standing here perfectly, but those people have been wiped out."
When Shu Yao came to Chang'an City, he originally wanted to find Hongluan and Tianyao, and asked them if they would like to go with him to the magic palace.
Hongluan Tianyao was too deeply involved with him, no matter whether he went to the magic palace with him or not, he couldn't escape the care of the Seven Killers, and there was no such thing as avoiding the limelight.
But now judging from their injuries, it would be good to stay in Chang'an City to recuperate and not be invaded by foreign enemies.
Shu Yao wondered if he should call Po Jun to take care of Chang'an City again.
Hongluan Tianyao is the most powerful person in his city and the person he can trust most with confidence. Even the two of them were seriously injured, and there is no one in the city who can fight.
"I will take care of Chang'an City for you, you can go to the Demon Palace without worry."
Wan Chuanhe appeared just in time.
Shu Yao was startled: "Why are you in Chang'an City? If you don't leave early to keep safe, is it because you want to fight against Qisha?"
"Forgive me, even if I don't stay in Chang'an City, as a punishment of heaven, it's hard for me not to fight against Qisha."
Wan Chuanhe rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't it be better to take care of Chang'an City for you, and then ask the two girls from Hongluan Tianyao for a drink?"
"It makes sense." Shu Yao pondered for a moment, didn't say any more, and only told Hongluan Tianyao, "Remember to keep an account of the wine he drank."
Wan Chuanhe couldn't believe it: "Are you a devil? I've worked hard to help you watch the city with good intentions, and you still want to settle my account?"
What answered him was the back view of Shu Yao drifting away, and the sentence "The family is big and the business is touched by others, and it is not easy to make money."
"Lord, relax." Hong Luan covered his mouth with a smile, and comforted him in a soft voice, "The last time the Pojun envoy came, he couldn't help drinking and wrote down the bill, and even posted 40 spirit stones."
Wan Chuanhe: "..."
So Shu Yao really is a devil.
Dao Zun would fall in love with him blindly, but he didn't believe it.
Shu Yao raised her hand——
Thunder sword intent tore through the void, passing through the entire second domain in an instant, to the gate of the magic palace in the first domain.
One end of the grand gate of the Demon Palace was pierced, and Shu Yao's voice came out:
"Seven kills, waiting to die."
His words broke through the void with the sword and spread throughout the entire Demon Realm.
Great practitioners of both immortals and demons have heard of it.
Qi Sha's face was livid, his five fingers were bent like hooks, and he forcibly crushed the golden armrest inlaid with jewels and beads on the throne.
Po Jun folded and closed the fan impatiently, finally threw it on the ground bitterly, got up and left.
The moment before Shu Yao spoke, the formation he set up in Qingshanzong to shield Wei Heng's consciousness had just failed.
Yin Changyan glanced at Wei Heng's expression from the corner of his eye.
In his impression, Dao Zun has always been indifferent with a icy face, rarely happy, and rarely really angry.
But at this moment, Wei Heng was really emotional.
That's right, I took in an apprentice with great difficulty for hundreds of years, but yesterday the apprentice and I were fine, chatting and laughing during the day, and then slipped away without a trace at night.
Really should be angry.
Citing long cigarettes to understand the idea.
He hesitated whether he should go forward and take the risk of being shot to death by Sun Moon Zhaobi, and reminded Wei Heng that a reciprocal master-student relationship would be fruitless.
Judging from Shu Yao's face-turning and ruthless appearance, who can even forget the name of his master who taught him the sword art, it is destined to be infatuated and mistaken, deliberate and ruthless.
Wei Heng stared at the ray of magic energy at his fingertips.
It feels a bit familiar, I have seen it in Wan Chuanhe who never saw Shu Yao when he was in Beidouzong.
He understood where Shu Yao had gone.
The sword light pierced the sky mightily, and Wei Heng's figure disappeared under the night.
It's meaningless to stay in the state of Jin any longer, Yin Changyan also clapped his hands, and Yu Jian turned back to Hanging Sword Mountain.
When Shu Ning woke up the next day, he couldn't find the trace of the three of them. He didn't know the inside story, and he sighed sincerely: "It really is an immortal of the Shangzong, who doesn't ask for anything in return, comes and goes without a trace."
Wei Heng returned to Xuanshan and went to see the head of Xuanshan.
"I'm going to the Devil's Path, to kill the Seven Killers."
In the middle of the night, the head of Xuanshan was shocked by his words: "You want to start a war with the devil?"
Wei Heng thought for a while: "It doesn't count, it's just to kill the seven kills."
"What's the difference between that and going to war with the Demon Dao?" Sect Master Xuan Shan broke down a bit and shouted:
"The Demon Venerable is dead, Greedy Wolf is missing, and the Pojun is ignorant. The Seven Kills almost hold the power of the entire Demon Dao. If you kill the Seven Kills, isn't it just a slap in the face of the Demon Dao?"
The head of Xuanshan was tired.
He originally thought that his junior brother had been cultivating himself in Xuanmiao Peak for a hundred years, and he could smooth his temper, but he didn't want to remain the same as before.
The same envy of evil as hatred, hatred of demons.
Wei Heng was indifferent: "Seven kills him to abuse the demon seeds, so he must kill him."
The head of Xuanshan said solemnly: "Oh? Abuse of demon seeds?"
He pondered: "This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."
"Huh? Another thunderstorm from the sky? Why such a big commotion?"
With the realm of two people, it is not difficult to detect the thunder rolling over the Demon Realm.
It's not hard to hear Shu Yao's voice, "Seven kills, waiting to die."
The head of Xuanshan's expression became strange: "As I expected, only Po Jun and Tan Lang have the confidence to say this. Po Jun and Qi Sha have a good friendship, and the person who spoke... is Tan Lang?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
Xuan Shan's head: "It's not long before he kills Demon Venerable, the injury he suffered, has he recovered?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
Xuan Shan's head: "You are in a hurry to go to the Demon Dao to kill the Seven Kills, so you can't save him, right?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
There was a heavy slap on the table, and the teacup rolled on the ground, smashing out broken porcelain.
Like the head of Xuanshan's fragile heart that shattered with a "click" and couldn't be put back together.
The head of Xuanshan was heartbroken, and said in grief and indignation: "What kind of demon? It's all because of the reason you moved out because of Greedy Wolf?"
He was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he couldn't care about anything for a while: "What kind of ability does Tanlang have to be able to fascinate you so much?"
Bullshit jealousy is like hatred and evil!
Kneeling and begging my junior brother to return to the way he was 200 years ago when he was as jealous as he was of hating demons.
No matter how jealous you are, it's much better than being obsessed with ghosts.
Wei Heng let him finish, and Fang said: "The demon seed is indeed true."
Is this something about demons?
This is because you were confused by the greedy wolf, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you shouted!
Sect Master Xuan Shan's blood was rushing up, and his ears were buzzing.
Fortunately, Master Xuanhe pushed the door in hastily, stuffed him with a few Heavenly King Baoxin Pills, and narrowly pulled Master Xuanshan back from coma.
She is one of the dozens of Mahayana powers in the immortal world, so she naturally has a sense of the movement of the Demon Realm.
Knowing Shu Yao's identity, Xuanhe and the peak master were more concerned about Wei Heng's reaction than Xuan Shan's master. First they ran to Xuanmiao Peak, but when they saw no one at the top of the peak, they ran to Xuantong Peak to have a look.
The head of Xuanshan's heart hurts, and he is weak: "You and Rang Xuetian made an oath under the Dao of Heaven a hundred years ago, saying that the two wells of immortals and demons will not interfere with the water of the river. Are you going to break the oath now?"
Wei Heng only responded normally: "Let Xuetian die, and my painstaking efforts are void."
The head of Xuanshan was so angry that his heart hurt even more, and he didn't even care about splashing his saliva on his blown beard:
"Although I don't know what went wrong with your way, I know that you are bound by it and should not continue killing demons. Is it worth it for a greedy wolf who has done everything for him?"
Wei Heng said, "It's worth it."
Whether it's for the demon seed or for Shu Yao, it's worth it.
He added: "He didn't do all the evil."
Just a naughty, headstrong young man who sometimes likes to joke around.
Hopeless.
I can't wake up from scolding, and I can't fight.
The head of Xuanshan rolled his eyes.
Terrified, Peak Master Xuanshan grabbed him by the neck and threw several Heavenly King Baoxin Pills into it.
While calmly grabbing the head of Xuanshan's neck to stay in danger, she said to Wei Heng: "Since the senior brother has made up his mind, the senior brother of the sect leader has no power to stop you right now, go quickly."
Wei Heng said: "Please take care of me."
Xuanhe Peak Master looked at him fixedly, and said softly: "I believe in senior brother."
Whether it was 200 years ago that a sword pierced through three thousand miles and killed [-] demon species, or it is now living in the admiration of everyone, only one or two legends were mentioned in the mouth of others——
They are all her senior brothers who have a clear heart and a bright sun and moon.
Shu Yao walked up to the main hall of the Demon Palace step by step.
The main hall of the Demon Palace is built on the highest point of the entire Demon Realm, and it is a treasure hall carved with jade and carved in the air by tens of thousands of steps.
Shu Yao walked very slowly.
The thunder in the sky fell tirelessly, like the tip of his sword that couldn't stop bleeding.
Another wave of demon cultivators intercepted him.
Shu Yao said softly: "If you don't want to die, retreat, if you want to die, just stop."
He repeated a sentence many times.
Moxiu is aggressive and aggressive, how could he be shocked by his words at first?Fearless and fearless, they swarmed forward.
All turned into ashes under the thunder from the sky.
Gradually, the magic cultivator rushed less and less, and rushed slower and slower.
This wave of demon cultivators glanced at the unabated Thunder in the sky in fear, and hesitated to move out of the way for him.
Shu Yao ascended the last step of the magic palace.
"Seven kills, come out."
As far as the eye could see, the jade steps were sunken, and the ground was covered with blood from stumps. The smell of blood was frozen in the bone-chilling wind of the first domain.
Shu Yao walked all the way from the night of thunder and blood all over the ground, and the sun behind him was about to shine, piercing the night.
His brows are red and his lips are red, and his skin is as snowy as his crowed temple hair, and the three colors are intertwined and thrilling.
Standing in the empty hall, Qisha clenched his fists.
Shu Yao is at the end of his strength.
He kept telling himself in his heart.
What's more, with the person behind him, how about Shu Yao's prosperity, and what about coming with Wei Heng?
The same folded in his own hands.
The man smiled and said: "Go, don't keep Tanlang waiting. Do you really want to wait for him to enter the hall?"
Qi Sha wanted to leave, but asked worriedly: "Your Majesty really wants to kill Tanlang?"
No wonder he was worried.
In the past 100 years, the man's preference for Tanlang is obvious to all.
In fact, not only in the past 100 years -
Ever since the four of them met, that person had been particularly fond of Tanlang, and protected him more intentionally or unintentionally.
The person whom he called His Excellency seemed to be very talkative, and replied with a good temper: "The person who killed me was Tanlang, do you think I will help Tanlang kill you, and let him kill me again?"
Qisha felt reasonable.
He closed his eyes for a moment, cut off the last trace of worry in his heart, and strode out of the hall.
Shu Yao and Qisha confront each other.
They both knew that this was the time of life and death, the two were silent, and neither of them intended to speak first.
Shu Yao and Qisha once had a good friendship.
As good as he is with Po Jun.
That was 200 years ago, the three of them plus one Ren Xuetian, none of them had entered the Mahayana, and they were not very powerful figures in the magic way.
However, Shu Yao and Po Jun love to play very much, and they are very temperamental. They often fight with others when they disagree. .
Later, when Xue Tian became the Demon Lord, they became the three envoys to kill the wolf.
Waiting for Qisha to go from Tianxing to Gusha.
The contradictions between the two became deeper and deeper, and once it broke out, the friendship between the past and the past was broken.
All that was left was to yell at the other party for being an idiot behind his back.
"Does the matter of the demon seed have anything to do with you?"
Seven kills admitted straight away: "It's related."
He simply tore off the mask he had worn for many years.
Seven kills felt an indescribable joy when he admitted the ambition buried under the gentle and humble appearance.
Qisha said: "Sooner or later, you will come to me to fight for life and death. It doesn't matter whether you have demon seeds or not."
Shu Yao unexpectedly answered him: "No, at least I won't come to you so soon."
Strange to say, the two have been facing each other openly and secretly for so many years, and when they meet, they don't look good.
Today is the last time for the two of them.
Surprisingly calm.
The blood in Shu Yao's body was boiling and screaming unwillingly, and he wanted to use this energy to send out a sword, surpassing both immortals and demons.
His mood is very stable, clear as a mirror.
Shu Yao has never been more aware of what he is doing than now.
He seemed to be narrating an insignificant incident, so he said casually: "If it weren't for the demon seed you planted on Shu Ning, I might really stay by Wei Heng's side, recover from my injury and come back to compete with you."
Qi Sha raised his brows funny when he heard this.
It was indeed the Tanlang he knew.
He has a naive and stubborn personality that is incompatible with the entire Demonic Dao, and is so arrogant that he wishes that the Demonic Dao will follow his will, and there is no room for any disobedience.
"There is one thing I really don't understand. Daoist Wei Heng is notoriously unkind and doesn't like the ways of demons. How did you coax him to willingly protect you?"
"Could it be that she is as beautiful as a knife, really so powerful?"
Shu Yao was not provoked by him.
The faint madness of a bloody fight faded between his brows and eyes: "You think it's stupid for me to come to the devil's palace to kill you because I'm a demon seed on Shu Ning's body and I haven't recovered from my injuries."
Seven Kills asked: "Isn't it stupid?"
Shu Yao was noncommittal, and continued, "Just like you think it's stupid for me to take the risk and kill Ren Xuetian because of Wan Chuanhe; it's stupid to break with you when I found out that you were cultivating Gusha a hundred years ago."
"say no more!"
Seven kills broke out suddenly, interrupting him.
I don't know which point Shu Yao hit him, but Seven Kills looked confident that he had no chance of winning at this moment, his breathing became heavier, his eyes turned red: "Shu Yao, I want you to die right now!"
Since their breakup, Seven Kills never called his name again.
At most, when they meet each other, they call out a title politely and hypocritically, and they gnash their teeth behind their backs.
Shu Yao listened to him.
"A hundred years ago—yes! I transferred from Tianxing to Gusha! But I never thought of harming you at the time, and I don't bother to lie to you. It was you who turned against me first!"
Qisha sneered: "I don't know what I was worried about when Xue Tian came to you. But counting forward at that time, the worries and things I have worried about for you and Po Jun are not fake. !"
"Before you entered Gusha, I also sincerely regarded you as a friend and elder brother."
Shu Yao said.
Qisha froze slightly.
The two of them used to be good friends after all.
Even if they turn against each other once and never die, they will eventually be complacent and want the other party to admit it personally.
Shu Yao sighed, "That's why I hate emotions and desires."
"Tai Chi is based on emotion, and you will always be blinded by emotion, and you will go to extremes if you accidentally go to extremes for a while. If you are blinded by lust and power, no matter how much others persuade you, you can't wake it up. Most of them will eventually fall into the lonely ghost."
He looked at Seven Kills: "A Gu Sha, how much blood is bloody, don't I need to go into details?"
"You were born in the wrong place!"
Qisha laughed and said regretfully, "Why weren't you born in the immortal way? It should be the material for cultivating the ruthless way."
"I really want to." Shu Yao spread his hands politely, "There is no way, the reincarnation problem. I can only create the conditions by myself, do more good deeds, maybe in the next life I can have a good birth and realize my dream."
His voice is steady.
hands as steady as voice
"The reason why I told you so much is not to persuade you to change your ways and cry bitterly, but because I think it's the right thing to do, and I should do that."
The cold sound and quiet shadows are faint and cold light flows in front of the jade steps, like a bright moon rising bright and flawless.
Shu Yao said: "I broke with you. When I killed Rang Xuetian, it was not without pain, and I was also afraid of death. But I knew I should do that, and I wanted to do that. That's what I practiced Heavenly Punishment. "
So there is no shame in the sword.
With no shame, the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment is the most awe-inspiring.
When Shu Yao held the cold voice silent shadow, everything was silent.
The continuous thunderstorm stopped that day, and the whistling wind stopped, only the red sun was still gushing out, and it was bound to usher in a brand new dawn.
The sword body of the cold sound and silent shadow seems to have cut a touch of the gentle brilliance of the bright moon and colorful clouds.
He usually made a sword.
Very common moves, not ever-changing, mysterious and moral.
But he said everything Shu Yao wanted to say and knew.
At the end of the sword's momentum, a muffled sound suddenly came from the clouds that were dyed a layer of golden red by the rising sun.
Like the sound of spring thunder, everything recovers and vitality returns.
It is said that the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment is the most fierce and ruthless.
The thunder under Shu Yao's sword has Haruhi's tolerance and affection, as if he wants to melt the evil blood of thousands of years in the Demon Palace under this spring thunder.
Qisha was unable to draw his sword.
Under one sword, stand up and down.
Shu Yao's first stance of the sword was a stroke of lightning and heavenly punishment. Rao, with his accumulation, his spiritual power would have been lost after fighting all the way, and if he used all his strength to make this sword, his dantian would be empty, and there would be no more than one or two.
Shu Yao stopped talking nonsense, and the second sword pierced the void, wanting to end Qisha's life and understand their grievances over the past century.
Sudden accident.
The pressure from under the tip of his sword was deep, like being weighed down by Mount Tai heavily on the top of his head, standing in the South China Sea, he could see the unbreakable sea water, and it was impossible to move down an inch.
Shu Yao forcibly pressed the magic breath running retrograde in the meridians along the palm of his hand, and waved his hand fiercely with a sword!
It was him who spurted blood wildly, and his breath plummeted.
Chunlei disappeared into the sky.
The black air swarmed up like dark clouds, and the rising sun quietly disappeared into it.
The magic palace was once again covered with ice and snow, and Shu Yao's figure flew upside down along with the shattered main hall gate.
He rolled down the steps heavily, and the few remaining magic breaths stagnated under the heavy pressure of the mountain-like mountains, and he was unable to operate his bodyguard. He couldn't count how many bones were broken along the way, and how many were left intact. .
Broken bones pierced the skin, wreaking havoc in the flesh and blood.
stimulate.
Shu Yao protected the most critical part of his heart and lungs, even though his hands were scraped bloody by the steps, he could see the bones.
It was much faster to go down the steps than to kill him all the way up.
It's just a little painful and a little embarrassing.
Seven kills retreated to the side, respectfully said: "Your Majesty."
Shu Yao knew who that person was without him shouting.
His sword piercing the void just now, even with seven kills at its peak, it is impossible to catch him without damage and hurt him so far.
Let the snow go down the steps.
He walked very slowly, as if he didn't worry at all that Shu Yao would be able to tidy up after completing the hundreds of thousands of steps, and start over from the beginning again.
This is indeed the case.
Shu Yao tried to stand up unsteadily with a cold voice and silent shadow, but as soon as she stood up straight, her knees softened and she fell to her knees again in pain.
He is not a person who can't bear the pain, so many life-and-death situations have been forced to come.
Only this time it was just too bad.
For a moment, his eyes were completely dark, and then he was abruptly awakened by the pain, and cold sweat mixed with blood wet a large area of his clothes.
Even simply uttering a single word requires all the strength of the whole body, making great efforts, trembling with the bones with the heart, liver, spleen and lungs.
When he exchanged a sword with Rang Xuetian, he was not vigilant enough and was already at the end of his strength. How could he compare with Rang Xuetian's [-]% strike?
That sword shattered Shu Yao's magic breath, and his meridians were severely damaged.
He had no magic breath to protect his body, and when he rolled down the steps, he almost broke all the bones in his body, and there were few intact flesh and blood.
Shu Yao's vision was blurred by blood, and he only heard the sound of boots stepping on the ground, which made Xue Tian come to him.
He gasped and asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
So what has he turned around for 300 years?
"What have you been doing for 300 years?"
Let Xuetian seem to read his heart, and said with a smile: "Of course it is to make a wedding dress for others."
"For example, for me, avoiding Wei Heng's sun and moon shining on the wall."
When he leisurely spit out the words, Shu Yao could hardly hold back the cold voice.
Shu Yao is not afraid of death.
But he is not willing to die without knowing why, and to be a pawn for others when he dies.
Let Xuetian look at him with great interest.
Shu Yao fell to his knees slumped, his long disheveled hair covered his body like black seaweed, his clothes were disheveled and covered with dust.From pursing the corners of his lips tightly to moistening the corners of his eyes, everything is full of grief, but he still insists on doing nothing.
However, under such gloomy despair, it is still like poisonous wine in a glass cup, bitter and deadly, but also has a sad and rich beauty, which deeply pulls others' hearts.
Let Xuetian be merciful, and said with a smile: "Is there anything my greedy wolf wants to ask me?"
"Get out of here." Shu Yao cursed in a low voice, trying to raise his eyelids, "Remember, it's the greedy wolf who killed you, the greedy wolf who fucked you."
It's not easy for a person to live once, so why should he be disgusted by Xue Tian before he dies?
Let Xuetian not be annoyed, and followed his words: "Okay, what does the envoy who almost killed me want to ask me?"
"No, but there is something I want to tell you."
Let Xuetian listen.
Shu Yao curled up the corners of his lips, and smiled, looking grotesquely beautiful in the blood-stained stump: "The sword that killed you was really enjoyable."
"Shu Yao! Will you die if you don't say a few words?"
Shu Yao was in a trance with more fans in front of him.
The flowers and birds are painted in gold, exquisite and lifelike.
Po Jun appeared and stopped in front of him, just when he heard Shu Yao's words, he was so angry that he lost his unbridled demeanor and became furious.
"I'm dying anyway."
A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, which describes Shu Yao now.
Let Xuetian not do anything, but Po Jun wanted to give him a happy one.
"Pojun, get out."
Po Jun almost frowned at the arrogant tone of Shu Yao who was about to die.
It was the first time I saw being rescued so arrogantly.
"Could it be that it's fun to see me now, and you also want Xuetian to do it for you?"
"Or do you think you can be more powerful than I was when I killed Xuetian, carrying the two of them alone, and accomplishing what I didn't do at the time?"
Po Jun suppressed his anger, put away his fan, and said in a low voice, "Then you want me to watch you with cold eyes and really lose your life?"
He said: "100 years ago, I had a big fight with you to protect Qisha."
Shu Yao said angrily, "Are you bringing this up to piss me off?"
Po Jun said: "At that time, you and Seven Killers were my friends, as well as Rang Xuetian."
He said softly: "But now, it's only you."
Asking Xuetian to wait for the two of them to finish speaking, Fang said: "I regarded the three of you as friends and brothers a hundred years ago."
"Thank you, me too." Po Jun nodded lightly, and the cynical smile returned to his face.
He folded the fan forward and said: "So now I don't owe you anything, just do it."
Shu Yao was weak, unable to scold him a little bit: "Po Jun, is your brain broken too?"
Po Jun didn't answer him.
Jean Xuetian didn't speak either.
The atmosphere was momentarily terribly awkward.
The blood smeared in front of Shu Yao's eyes only allowed him to roughly see the outlines of things within three feet of his body.
He couldn't even see what color clothes Po Jun was wearing today.
Of course it's hard to know exactly what happened.
It took a long time for Pojun's righteous and stern voice to sound: "How can you say that your brain is broken? Isn't it our responsibility to kill demons and demons?"
It's as if he's not a magician.
Shu Yao almost choked on the pieces of internal organs.
Then he heard Po Jun answering with a dry smile: "Is that right Daoist?"
Wan Chuanhe sincerely suggested: "Why don't you think about where you are first?"
Without thinking, Shu Yao said, "I'm pretty."
"Isn't a human face just two eyes and one nose? Could it be that you can see flowers?" Wan Chuanhe didn't appreciate it very much, "It's true that you deserve a beating."
To Shu Yao's face, what he said was true from the heart.
Shu Yao understands why Wan Chuanhe can make a special case and practice Heavenly Punishment in the Demon Dao with peace of mind.
Because he lacks a muscle.
"Forget that you don't distinguish between beauty and ugliness." Shu Yao didn't care about him, and understood, "How can you put the aesthetics of other Taoists together with you?"
Wan Chuan and Toothache.
He was cautious, facing the risk of being repaired by the cold voice and silent shadow in the next moment, he was not afraid of death and asked: "Look at your protection of Wei Heng, you treat him—"
Really not in the mood?
Shu Yao's expression gradually softened.
At that moment, he was the real greedy wolf of the demonic way. He said that he was the same, and he would take life and death: "You know. The way I cultivated——"
"Deeply hates love."
Wan Chuanhe made up for him.
The face of a cultivator is always there, and Shu Yao's appearance has not changed for a hundred years, and he is still as arrogant and indifferent as he was a hundred years ago.
Wan Chuanhe breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "I didn't say anything. Once you fall in love with Wei Heng, it is inevitable that your path will be damaged. You persisted for a hundred years, even at the expense of turning against Seven Kills one after another, beheading Xue Tian, and going through life and death several times." ,not worth it."
Shu Yao didn't speak.
I don't know if I listened or not.
Wan Chuanhe asked again: "How much has your cultivation base recovered?"
Shu Yao came back in a loose tone, not as if he was talking about his own life and death, but rather like watching flowers and playing birds, leisurely: "[-]% or [-]%."
"It didn't get better so quickly. I would also like to thank Qisha for raising the demon seeds in the Jin Kingdom for many years. The demon seeds in Shu Ning's body are even more distracting. After I swallowed them, most of them recovered. Maybe it's the so-called cocooning?"
Wan Chuanhe was not in a good mood: "Okay, if it's not good enough, if you dare to go into the magic palace and fight Qisha hard, should I praise you or should I prepare a coffin for you first?"
Shu Yao said with a smile: "Why don't you think about how to write the congratulatory form after I ascend the position of Demon Lord?"
Wan Chuanhe didn't think about how to write the congratulatory form, so he wanted to kill this careless person.
Is Seven Kills an easy opponent to deal with?
Wan Chuanhe wanted to fight back, but he still tried his best to worry like an old mother: "The devil's palace is full of people with seven kills, why don't you wait a little longer and bring your confidant over there?"
"Okay." Shu Yao pushed the boat along the way, and stretched out his hand confidently, "So please take me to the second domain, my battle is coming, and the magic breath can be saved a little bit."
That shouldn't be such a province.
Wan Chuanhe was so upset that he couldn't put it into words: "You specially summoned me here with a messenger talisman, just to let me take you to the second domain?"
Is it that cheap?
Feeling bad is bad, the sound of the wind rubbed against his ears, and in a blink of an eye, Wan Chuanhe took Shu Yao to the direction of the second domain after speaking.
"of course not."
Shu Yao paused: "At the beginning you had the news about the Ziwei Mystery Realm, it was Qi Sha who stabbed it to Rang Xuetian's side, I specially told you that his bad luck was coming, to make you happy."
Wan Chuanhe was a little happy, but also a little moved: "I can't tell, are you so brotherly enough?"
Shu Yao clapped his hands, and smiled calmly: "Of course, I want to tell you more that I am fighting Qisha, so don't be so stupid as to intervene."
"You are so good, if something good or bad happens, won't you make my brother regret it for the rest of my life?"
Wan Chuanhe said coldly, "Shut up."
Shu Yao didn't know why.
Wan Chuan said softly, "If you talk again, I'm afraid I'll kill you seven times first, and I'll get rid of you, a troublesome troublemaker."
The two of them arrived ten miles away from the gate of Chang'an City.
Shu Yao raised his head and looked around, and saw that the blood in Chang'an City was soaring into the sky, which was unusual.
If it weren't for the sudden influx of a large number of lonely demon cultivators in the city, or there were far more than one or two murders.
Maybe it's a little bit of both.
He said: "Send it here. The Seven Kills only pick the demon cultivators of the Heavenly Punishment lineage to attack. For personal and public grievances, I, Chang'an City, bear the brunt of the pain, so I don't want to drag you down."
After saying that, Shu Yao stepped forward, and his figure disappeared at the gate of the city.
He has long been used to being lively when they meet, but they are always in a hurry like fireworks, and they are separated in a blink of an eye.
In comparison, ninety-nine percent of the road, and ninety-nine percent of the life-and-death difficulties are walked by one person.
Shu Yao suddenly felt a very faint sense of melancholy.
It's not just for the difference between Wan Chuanhe and Wan Chuanhe.
It's more about thinking that from now on, there will be no sun and moon shining by his side to open the way.
He and Wei Heng would each be on the side of the fairy and demon, facing each other from a distance, if it wasn't for a fight, it would be rare to see each other, and they would never communicate with each other.
This emotion lasted until Shu Yao entered the city gate.
Not only is Chang'an City not as heavily guarded as usual, but there are many guards, which makes people feel awe of this prosperous city and dare not make mistakes.
On the contrary, the guards who were supposed to stand majestically at the city gate fell to the ground.
Shu Yao found a leading demon general who was not too seriously injured, and said concisely: "What happened in the city?"
He hasn't changed his face in disguise, and the demon general has been stationed in Chang'an City for a hundred years, so he is naturally familiar with Shu Yao's face.
The demon general struggled to get up from the ground to salute Shu Yao, and said hoarsely: "This subordinate is incompetent, and failed to stop the envoy from Seven Kills from entering the city."
Shu Yao narrowed his eyes and pupils, stretched out his hand to support him, and signaled that he didn't need to be polite: "Be more specific."
"The Seven Killers have been acting constantly in the devil's way recently, and it seems to be the purpose of setting off the two lines of Heavenly Punishment and Gusha. I dare not let his people enter the city, and I don't want to stop them."
The demon general spoke out of breath, obviously a little anxious: "The people from the Seven Killing Envoys should now confront the two girls Hongluan and Tianyao in Yihuzhu, there is Mahayana among them!"
Shu Yao understood what the demon general was saying.
He can save as much as he can, and said: "With me here, don't worry."
After speaking, he walked into Chang'an City as usual.
Nothing could be more aboveboard.
The demon general and the demon soldier knelt down on the ground, bowing their heads respectfully to send him away.
The dendrobium beads in the city are not like the usual gentle and coquettish gold-selling caves.
The guests dispersed, and the doors and windows of every household in the building were locked tightly. In the past, a small town filled with laughter and joyful voices was now terribly silent.
The atmosphere of the confrontation between Hongluan Tianyao and Qisha was even more tense.
"The left and right greedy wolf envoys have disappeared for so long, it seems that they don't want to care about the affairs of the second domain, so what if the two fellow daoists surrender to my envoy with a piece of Dendrobium beads?"
The Seven Killers seemed to be unable to see Hongluan Yao Yu's face was tense, her beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent, and she chuckled lightly:
"To be honest, my honored envoy also attaches great importance to the spirit stones brought by the gold-selling cave like Yihuzhu. The two Taoist friends are both the peak of transforming gods. If they surrender, they will be regarded as honored guests by my envoy. Treat each other."
Just as Tianyao was about to get angry, Hongluan pulled her sleeve to persuade her. Hongluan said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Excellency thanked the Seven Killers for my kindness. It's just that when Tianyao and I worked for the envoy a hundred years ago, we made a vow of heart and soul. , is bound by the law of heaven, I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the love of the Seven Killing Envoys."
The man didn't take it seriously, and said: "You two don't use such words to prevaricate me. Since the envoy sent me here to recruit the two, I must have a solution for the painstaking efforts of the two of you."
This person made it clear that he didn't like hard and soft, and Hong Luan couldn't help but look ugly.
"Besides——" he tapped his palms, and said with a smile, "The two fellow Taoists are determined not to want it, and the envoy is a reasonable person after all, so that's okay too. But the matter of one Dendrobium bead is not up to the two of you."
Going around is still greedy for a Lingshi of Dendrobium beads.
Tian Yao couldn't hold back, he sneered and said with a sneer: "The envoy of seven kills is full of calculations, and he is not afraid to support himself if he wants to swallow a Dendrobium pearl?"
Shu Yao was tolerant to them, and when he was bored, he drank with them and listened to music, and it was not uncommon for them to yell at Seven Kills.
But no matter how much he yelled at, there was a world of difference between Qisha and the two of them.
It's not something that the two little Huashen can criticize.
Hongluan winked at Tianyao, and said loudly: "Don't mention anything else, the envoy is still here, and a Dendrobium Pearl is under his jurisdiction. Even if the Seven Killing Envoys have such thoughts, they should ask the envoy?"
The face of the visitor turned cold quickly, and he tore off that layer of gentle face: "Oh? What kind of thing is he greedy for a wolf? It is worthy of my family's envoy to ask him personally?
With deep malice on his face, he sneered word by word: "If he sleeps and let Xue Tian take the position, after sleeping, he turns his face and ruthlessly kills his benefactor's thing?"
"you!"
Tian Yao couldn't bear it any longer, and violently attacked.
The magic breath surged all over her body, and the hurricane was strong, as if it was going to turn the exquisitely layered pavilion upside down.
The next moment everything was quiet.
Tianyao's magic breath was completely suppressed, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, making it difficult to speak.
She looked at him in astonishment.
That man was actually a Mahayana.
Like her, Hong Luan was crushed by the coercion until her bones creaked.
She refused to bow her head, and gritted her teeth and said, "I originally wanted to persuade my fellow Taoists to submit to my second domain, but now that I think about it, you are probably something that the Venerable Envoy killed with a sword, so naturally I don't like it."
The visitor rolled up his sleeves, Hong Luan Tian Yao Shuangshuang flew upside down, smashing countless beams and pillars carved with gold and lacquer patterns, and even the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Amidst the splashing of sawdust, there was a faint sob from a dendrobium bead, as if worrying about his unknown fate.
"Just relying on a beautiful and high-ranking thing like Tanlang?" He snorted, "He is also worthy?"
"Who is the most beautiful?"
That voice was like a cold spring pouring through heavy sawdust and dust, calming one's mind for no reason.
Hongluan Tianyao's pupils lit up: "Honorable envoy!"
Shu Yao approached the Mahayana step by step, and repeated patiently: "Who is said to be beautiful and superior? Who is here to touch my people and tear down my city?"
He didn't look angry and asked sharply.
He didn't jump into a rage and scolded his ears.
But once the people behind Mahayana met his blind eyes, they all took two steps back and bowed their heads in silence.
Rao is that Mahayana, it's hard to be hardened for a while.
No matter how ugly the words are, no matter how humiliating, the awe of the Greedy Wolf Envoy is deeply rooted in the bones of the Demon Dao.
Shu Yao didn't get angry when he looked at it, and smiled as if he didn't take it seriously: "Are you born nearly a hundred years ago?"
Mahayana still stubbornly remained silent.
He didn't understand why Shu Yao asked such stupid questions.
Is there any amazingly talented person who can practice Mahayana within a hundred years old?
Wei Heng also couldn't.
Shu Yao said: "If you were not born within a hundred years, how could you not know that within a thousand miles of Chang'an City, there are people who can be killed with cold voices and silent shadows?"
"How dare you come to my Chang'an City to make trouble?"
Mahayana finally moved.
He sprinted backwards, wanting to leave Yihu Zhu, otherwise his life would be in danger.
At his level, it is not difficult to fly a thousand miles in a blink of an eye and shrink an inch into an inch.
too late.
The bright moon in the sky retreats, and the clouds roll and darken.
Then the dark clouds moved away, and lightning flashed, illuminating half the sky.
Nine days of thunder rolled down, and the explosion rang in my ears!
Moxiu, who had a slightly lower cultivation base, gave a soft knee and knelt down on the ground.
Shu Yao handed out a sword, and the thunder was like a torrent, falling on the tip of the sword in the cold voice, listening to his command.
It is not clear whether the thunder is like a sword, or the sword is like a thunder.
Not long ago, the brash and arrogant group of people, before they even had time to say a word, were turned into ashes under Shu Yao's sword, leaving no bones left.
Hongluan Tianyao got up slowly.
The injuries they suffered were not minor, but fortunately, the practitioners had strong muscles and bones, invulnerable to weapons, fire and water, and were far beyond human comparison.
Shu Yao put away his sword: "I'm sorry, I have had to find a safe place to hide and recuperate recently. I don't want to hurt you."
Hongluan shook her head and smiled, "The envoy helped us vent our anger, what is there to be sorry for?"
She blinked: "After all, we are standing here perfectly, but those people have been wiped out."
When Shu Yao came to Chang'an City, he originally wanted to find Hongluan and Tianyao, and asked them if they would like to go with him to the magic palace.
Hongluan Tianyao was too deeply involved with him, no matter whether he went to the magic palace with him or not, he couldn't escape the care of the Seven Killers, and there was no such thing as avoiding the limelight.
But now judging from their injuries, it would be good to stay in Chang'an City to recuperate and not be invaded by foreign enemies.
Shu Yao wondered if he should call Po Jun to take care of Chang'an City again.
Hongluan Tianyao is the most powerful person in his city and the person he can trust most with confidence. Even the two of them were seriously injured, and there is no one in the city who can fight.
"I will take care of Chang'an City for you, you can go to the Demon Palace without worry."
Wan Chuanhe appeared just in time.
Shu Yao was startled: "Why are you in Chang'an City? If you don't leave early to keep safe, is it because you want to fight against Qisha?"
"Forgive me, even if I don't stay in Chang'an City, as a punishment of heaven, it's hard for me not to fight against Qisha."
Wan Chuanhe rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't it be better to take care of Chang'an City for you, and then ask the two girls from Hongluan Tianyao for a drink?"
"It makes sense." Shu Yao pondered for a moment, didn't say any more, and only told Hongluan Tianyao, "Remember to keep an account of the wine he drank."
Wan Chuanhe couldn't believe it: "Are you a devil? I've worked hard to help you watch the city with good intentions, and you still want to settle my account?"
What answered him was the back view of Shu Yao drifting away, and the sentence "The family is big and the business is touched by others, and it is not easy to make money."
"Lord, relax." Hong Luan covered his mouth with a smile, and comforted him in a soft voice, "The last time the Pojun envoy came, he couldn't help drinking and wrote down the bill, and even posted 40 spirit stones."
Wan Chuanhe: "..."
So Shu Yao really is a devil.
Dao Zun would fall in love with him blindly, but he didn't believe it.
Shu Yao raised her hand——
Thunder sword intent tore through the void, passing through the entire second domain in an instant, to the gate of the magic palace in the first domain.
One end of the grand gate of the Demon Palace was pierced, and Shu Yao's voice came out:
"Seven kills, waiting to die."
His words broke through the void with the sword and spread throughout the entire Demon Realm.
Great practitioners of both immortals and demons have heard of it.
Qi Sha's face was livid, his five fingers were bent like hooks, and he forcibly crushed the golden armrest inlaid with jewels and beads on the throne.
Po Jun folded and closed the fan impatiently, finally threw it on the ground bitterly, got up and left.
The moment before Shu Yao spoke, the formation he set up in Qingshanzong to shield Wei Heng's consciousness had just failed.
Yin Changyan glanced at Wei Heng's expression from the corner of his eye.
In his impression, Dao Zun has always been indifferent with a icy face, rarely happy, and rarely really angry.
But at this moment, Wei Heng was really emotional.
That's right, I took in an apprentice with great difficulty for hundreds of years, but yesterday the apprentice and I were fine, chatting and laughing during the day, and then slipped away without a trace at night.
Really should be angry.
Citing long cigarettes to understand the idea.
He hesitated whether he should go forward and take the risk of being shot to death by Sun Moon Zhaobi, and reminded Wei Heng that a reciprocal master-student relationship would be fruitless.
Judging from Shu Yao's face-turning and ruthless appearance, who can even forget the name of his master who taught him the sword art, it is destined to be infatuated and mistaken, deliberate and ruthless.
Wei Heng stared at the ray of magic energy at his fingertips.
It feels a bit familiar, I have seen it in Wan Chuanhe who never saw Shu Yao when he was in Beidouzong.
He understood where Shu Yao had gone.
The sword light pierced the sky mightily, and Wei Heng's figure disappeared under the night.
It's meaningless to stay in the state of Jin any longer, Yin Changyan also clapped his hands, and Yu Jian turned back to Hanging Sword Mountain.
When Shu Ning woke up the next day, he couldn't find the trace of the three of them. He didn't know the inside story, and he sighed sincerely: "It really is an immortal of the Shangzong, who doesn't ask for anything in return, comes and goes without a trace."
Wei Heng returned to Xuanshan and went to see the head of Xuanshan.
"I'm going to the Devil's Path, to kill the Seven Killers."
In the middle of the night, the head of Xuanshan was shocked by his words: "You want to start a war with the devil?"
Wei Heng thought for a while: "It doesn't count, it's just to kill the seven kills."
"What's the difference between that and going to war with the Demon Dao?" Sect Master Xuan Shan broke down a bit and shouted:
"The Demon Venerable is dead, Greedy Wolf is missing, and the Pojun is ignorant. The Seven Kills almost hold the power of the entire Demon Dao. If you kill the Seven Kills, isn't it just a slap in the face of the Demon Dao?"
The head of Xuanshan was tired.
He originally thought that his junior brother had been cultivating himself in Xuanmiao Peak for a hundred years, and he could smooth his temper, but he didn't want to remain the same as before.
The same envy of evil as hatred, hatred of demons.
Wei Heng was indifferent: "Seven kills him to abuse the demon seeds, so he must kill him."
The head of Xuanshan said solemnly: "Oh? Abuse of demon seeds?"
He pondered: "This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."
"Huh? Another thunderstorm from the sky? Why such a big commotion?"
With the realm of two people, it is not difficult to detect the thunder rolling over the Demon Realm.
It's not hard to hear Shu Yao's voice, "Seven kills, waiting to die."
The head of Xuanshan's expression became strange: "As I expected, only Po Jun and Tan Lang have the confidence to say this. Po Jun and Qi Sha have a good friendship, and the person who spoke... is Tan Lang?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
Xuan Shan's head: "It's not long before he kills Demon Venerable, the injury he suffered, has he recovered?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
Xuan Shan's head: "You are in a hurry to go to the Demon Dao to kill the Seven Kills, so you can't save him, right?"
Wei Heng: "Yes."
There was a heavy slap on the table, and the teacup rolled on the ground, smashing out broken porcelain.
Like the head of Xuanshan's fragile heart that shattered with a "click" and couldn't be put back together.
The head of Xuanshan was heartbroken, and said in grief and indignation: "What kind of demon? It's all because of the reason you moved out because of Greedy Wolf?"
He was so angry that his eyes turned black, and he couldn't care about anything for a while: "What kind of ability does Tanlang have to be able to fascinate you so much?"
Bullshit jealousy is like hatred and evil!
Kneeling and begging my junior brother to return to the way he was 200 years ago when he was as jealous as he was of hating demons.
No matter how jealous you are, it's much better than being obsessed with ghosts.
Wei Heng let him finish, and Fang said: "The demon seed is indeed true."
Is this something about demons?
This is because you were confused by the greedy wolf, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you shouted!
Sect Master Xuan Shan's blood was rushing up, and his ears were buzzing.
Fortunately, Master Xuanhe pushed the door in hastily, stuffed him with a few Heavenly King Baoxin Pills, and narrowly pulled Master Xuanshan back from coma.
She is one of the dozens of Mahayana powers in the immortal world, so she naturally has a sense of the movement of the Demon Realm.
Knowing Shu Yao's identity, Xuanhe and the peak master were more concerned about Wei Heng's reaction than Xuan Shan's master. First they ran to Xuanmiao Peak, but when they saw no one at the top of the peak, they ran to Xuantong Peak to have a look.
The head of Xuanshan's heart hurts, and he is weak: "You and Rang Xuetian made an oath under the Dao of Heaven a hundred years ago, saying that the two wells of immortals and demons will not interfere with the water of the river. Are you going to break the oath now?"
Wei Heng only responded normally: "Let Xuetian die, and my painstaking efforts are void."
The head of Xuanshan was so angry that his heart hurt even more, and he didn't even care about splashing his saliva on his blown beard:
"Although I don't know what went wrong with your way, I know that you are bound by it and should not continue killing demons. Is it worth it for a greedy wolf who has done everything for him?"
Wei Heng said, "It's worth it."
Whether it's for the demon seed or for Shu Yao, it's worth it.
He added: "He didn't do all the evil."
Just a naughty, headstrong young man who sometimes likes to joke around.
Hopeless.
I can't wake up from scolding, and I can't fight.
The head of Xuanshan rolled his eyes.
Terrified, Peak Master Xuanshan grabbed him by the neck and threw several Heavenly King Baoxin Pills into it.
While calmly grabbing the head of Xuanshan's neck to stay in danger, she said to Wei Heng: "Since the senior brother has made up his mind, the senior brother of the sect leader has no power to stop you right now, go quickly."
Wei Heng said: "Please take care of me."
Xuanhe Peak Master looked at him fixedly, and said softly: "I believe in senior brother."
Whether it was 200 years ago that a sword pierced through three thousand miles and killed [-] demon species, or it is now living in the admiration of everyone, only one or two legends were mentioned in the mouth of others——
They are all her senior brothers who have a clear heart and a bright sun and moon.
Shu Yao walked up to the main hall of the Demon Palace step by step.
The main hall of the Demon Palace is built on the highest point of the entire Demon Realm, and it is a treasure hall carved with jade and carved in the air by tens of thousands of steps.
Shu Yao walked very slowly.
The thunder in the sky fell tirelessly, like the tip of his sword that couldn't stop bleeding.
Another wave of demon cultivators intercepted him.
Shu Yao said softly: "If you don't want to die, retreat, if you want to die, just stop."
He repeated a sentence many times.
Moxiu is aggressive and aggressive, how could he be shocked by his words at first?Fearless and fearless, they swarmed forward.
All turned into ashes under the thunder from the sky.
Gradually, the magic cultivator rushed less and less, and rushed slower and slower.
This wave of demon cultivators glanced at the unabated Thunder in the sky in fear, and hesitated to move out of the way for him.
Shu Yao ascended the last step of the magic palace.
"Seven kills, come out."
As far as the eye could see, the jade steps were sunken, and the ground was covered with blood from stumps. The smell of blood was frozen in the bone-chilling wind of the first domain.
Shu Yao walked all the way from the night of thunder and blood all over the ground, and the sun behind him was about to shine, piercing the night.
His brows are red and his lips are red, and his skin is as snowy as his crowed temple hair, and the three colors are intertwined and thrilling.
Standing in the empty hall, Qisha clenched his fists.
Shu Yao is at the end of his strength.
He kept telling himself in his heart.
What's more, with the person behind him, how about Shu Yao's prosperity, and what about coming with Wei Heng?
The same folded in his own hands.
The man smiled and said: "Go, don't keep Tanlang waiting. Do you really want to wait for him to enter the hall?"
Qi Sha wanted to leave, but asked worriedly: "Your Majesty really wants to kill Tanlang?"
No wonder he was worried.
In the past 100 years, the man's preference for Tanlang is obvious to all.
In fact, not only in the past 100 years -
Ever since the four of them met, that person had been particularly fond of Tanlang, and protected him more intentionally or unintentionally.
The person whom he called His Excellency seemed to be very talkative, and replied with a good temper: "The person who killed me was Tanlang, do you think I will help Tanlang kill you, and let him kill me again?"
Qisha felt reasonable.
He closed his eyes for a moment, cut off the last trace of worry in his heart, and strode out of the hall.
Shu Yao and Qisha confront each other.
They both knew that this was the time of life and death, the two were silent, and neither of them intended to speak first.
Shu Yao and Qisha once had a good friendship.
As good as he is with Po Jun.
That was 200 years ago, the three of them plus one Ren Xuetian, none of them had entered the Mahayana, and they were not very powerful figures in the magic way.
However, Shu Yao and Po Jun love to play very much, and they are very temperamental. They often fight with others when they disagree. .
Later, when Xue Tian became the Demon Lord, they became the three envoys to kill the wolf.
Waiting for Qisha to go from Tianxing to Gusha.
The contradictions between the two became deeper and deeper, and once it broke out, the friendship between the past and the past was broken.
All that was left was to yell at the other party for being an idiot behind his back.
"Does the matter of the demon seed have anything to do with you?"
Seven kills admitted straight away: "It's related."
He simply tore off the mask he had worn for many years.
Seven kills felt an indescribable joy when he admitted the ambition buried under the gentle and humble appearance.
Qisha said: "Sooner or later, you will come to me to fight for life and death. It doesn't matter whether you have demon seeds or not."
Shu Yao unexpectedly answered him: "No, at least I won't come to you so soon."
Strange to say, the two have been facing each other openly and secretly for so many years, and when they meet, they don't look good.
Today is the last time for the two of them.
Surprisingly calm.
The blood in Shu Yao's body was boiling and screaming unwillingly, and he wanted to use this energy to send out a sword, surpassing both immortals and demons.
His mood is very stable, clear as a mirror.
Shu Yao has never been more aware of what he is doing than now.
He seemed to be narrating an insignificant incident, so he said casually: "If it weren't for the demon seed you planted on Shu Ning, I might really stay by Wei Heng's side, recover from my injury and come back to compete with you."
Qi Sha raised his brows funny when he heard this.
It was indeed the Tanlang he knew.
He has a naive and stubborn personality that is incompatible with the entire Demonic Dao, and is so arrogant that he wishes that the Demonic Dao will follow his will, and there is no room for any disobedience.
"There is one thing I really don't understand. Daoist Wei Heng is notoriously unkind and doesn't like the ways of demons. How did you coax him to willingly protect you?"
"Could it be that she is as beautiful as a knife, really so powerful?"
Shu Yao was not provoked by him.
The faint madness of a bloody fight faded between his brows and eyes: "You think it's stupid for me to come to the devil's palace to kill you because I'm a demon seed on Shu Ning's body and I haven't recovered from my injuries."
Seven Kills asked: "Isn't it stupid?"
Shu Yao was noncommittal, and continued, "Just like you think it's stupid for me to take the risk and kill Ren Xuetian because of Wan Chuanhe; it's stupid to break with you when I found out that you were cultivating Gusha a hundred years ago."
"say no more!"
Seven kills broke out suddenly, interrupting him.
I don't know which point Shu Yao hit him, but Seven Kills looked confident that he had no chance of winning at this moment, his breathing became heavier, his eyes turned red: "Shu Yao, I want you to die right now!"
Since their breakup, Seven Kills never called his name again.
At most, when they meet each other, they call out a title politely and hypocritically, and they gnash their teeth behind their backs.
Shu Yao listened to him.
"A hundred years ago—yes! I transferred from Tianxing to Gusha! But I never thought of harming you at the time, and I don't bother to lie to you. It was you who turned against me first!"
Qisha sneered: "I don't know what I was worried about when Xue Tian came to you. But counting forward at that time, the worries and things I have worried about for you and Po Jun are not fake. !"
"Before you entered Gusha, I also sincerely regarded you as a friend and elder brother."
Shu Yao said.
Qisha froze slightly.
The two of them used to be good friends after all.
Even if they turn against each other once and never die, they will eventually be complacent and want the other party to admit it personally.
Shu Yao sighed, "That's why I hate emotions and desires."
"Tai Chi is based on emotion, and you will always be blinded by emotion, and you will go to extremes if you accidentally go to extremes for a while. If you are blinded by lust and power, no matter how much others persuade you, you can't wake it up. Most of them will eventually fall into the lonely ghost."
He looked at Seven Kills: "A Gu Sha, how much blood is bloody, don't I need to go into details?"
"You were born in the wrong place!"
Qisha laughed and said regretfully, "Why weren't you born in the immortal way? It should be the material for cultivating the ruthless way."
"I really want to." Shu Yao spread his hands politely, "There is no way, the reincarnation problem. I can only create the conditions by myself, do more good deeds, maybe in the next life I can have a good birth and realize my dream."
His voice is steady.
hands as steady as voice
"The reason why I told you so much is not to persuade you to change your ways and cry bitterly, but because I think it's the right thing to do, and I should do that."
The cold sound and quiet shadows are faint and cold light flows in front of the jade steps, like a bright moon rising bright and flawless.
Shu Yao said: "I broke with you. When I killed Rang Xuetian, it was not without pain, and I was also afraid of death. But I knew I should do that, and I wanted to do that. That's what I practiced Heavenly Punishment. "
So there is no shame in the sword.
With no shame, the Thunder of Heavenly Punishment is the most awe-inspiring.
When Shu Yao held the cold voice silent shadow, everything was silent.
The continuous thunderstorm stopped that day, and the whistling wind stopped, only the red sun was still gushing out, and it was bound to usher in a brand new dawn.
The sword body of the cold sound and silent shadow seems to have cut a touch of the gentle brilliance of the bright moon and colorful clouds.
He usually made a sword.
Very common moves, not ever-changing, mysterious and moral.
But he said everything Shu Yao wanted to say and knew.
At the end of the sword's momentum, a muffled sound suddenly came from the clouds that were dyed a layer of golden red by the rising sun.
Like the sound of spring thunder, everything recovers and vitality returns.
It is said that the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment is the most fierce and ruthless.
The thunder under Shu Yao's sword has Haruhi's tolerance and affection, as if he wants to melt the evil blood of thousands of years in the Demon Palace under this spring thunder.
Qisha was unable to draw his sword.
Under one sword, stand up and down.
Shu Yao's first stance of the sword was a stroke of lightning and heavenly punishment. Rao, with his accumulation, his spiritual power would have been lost after fighting all the way, and if he used all his strength to make this sword, his dantian would be empty, and there would be no more than one or two.
Shu Yao stopped talking nonsense, and the second sword pierced the void, wanting to end Qisha's life and understand their grievances over the past century.
Sudden accident.
The pressure from under the tip of his sword was deep, like being weighed down by Mount Tai heavily on the top of his head, standing in the South China Sea, he could see the unbreakable sea water, and it was impossible to move down an inch.
Shu Yao forcibly pressed the magic breath running retrograde in the meridians along the palm of his hand, and waved his hand fiercely with a sword!
It was him who spurted blood wildly, and his breath plummeted.
Chunlei disappeared into the sky.
The black air swarmed up like dark clouds, and the rising sun quietly disappeared into it.
The magic palace was once again covered with ice and snow, and Shu Yao's figure flew upside down along with the shattered main hall gate.
He rolled down the steps heavily, and the few remaining magic breaths stagnated under the heavy pressure of the mountain-like mountains, and he was unable to operate his bodyguard. He couldn't count how many bones were broken along the way, and how many were left intact. .
Broken bones pierced the skin, wreaking havoc in the flesh and blood.
stimulate.
Shu Yao protected the most critical part of his heart and lungs, even though his hands were scraped bloody by the steps, he could see the bones.
It was much faster to go down the steps than to kill him all the way up.
It's just a little painful and a little embarrassing.
Seven kills retreated to the side, respectfully said: "Your Majesty."
Shu Yao knew who that person was without him shouting.
His sword piercing the void just now, even with seven kills at its peak, it is impossible to catch him without damage and hurt him so far.
Let the snow go down the steps.
He walked very slowly, as if he didn't worry at all that Shu Yao would be able to tidy up after completing the hundreds of thousands of steps, and start over from the beginning again.
This is indeed the case.
Shu Yao tried to stand up unsteadily with a cold voice and silent shadow, but as soon as she stood up straight, her knees softened and she fell to her knees again in pain.
He is not a person who can't bear the pain, so many life-and-death situations have been forced to come.
Only this time it was just too bad.
For a moment, his eyes were completely dark, and then he was abruptly awakened by the pain, and cold sweat mixed with blood wet a large area of his clothes.
Even simply uttering a single word requires all the strength of the whole body, making great efforts, trembling with the bones with the heart, liver, spleen and lungs.
When he exchanged a sword with Rang Xuetian, he was not vigilant enough and was already at the end of his strength. How could he compare with Rang Xuetian's [-]% strike?
That sword shattered Shu Yao's magic breath, and his meridians were severely damaged.
He had no magic breath to protect his body, and when he rolled down the steps, he almost broke all the bones in his body, and there were few intact flesh and blood.
Shu Yao's vision was blurred by blood, and he only heard the sound of boots stepping on the ground, which made Xue Tian come to him.
He gasped and asked, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
So what has he turned around for 300 years?
"What have you been doing for 300 years?"
Let Xuetian seem to read his heart, and said with a smile: "Of course it is to make a wedding dress for others."
"For example, for me, avoiding Wei Heng's sun and moon shining on the wall."
When he leisurely spit out the words, Shu Yao could hardly hold back the cold voice.
Shu Yao is not afraid of death.
But he is not willing to die without knowing why, and to be a pawn for others when he dies.
Let Xuetian look at him with great interest.
Shu Yao fell to his knees slumped, his long disheveled hair covered his body like black seaweed, his clothes were disheveled and covered with dust.From pursing the corners of his lips tightly to moistening the corners of his eyes, everything is full of grief, but he still insists on doing nothing.
However, under such gloomy despair, it is still like poisonous wine in a glass cup, bitter and deadly, but also has a sad and rich beauty, which deeply pulls others' hearts.
Let Xuetian be merciful, and said with a smile: "Is there anything my greedy wolf wants to ask me?"
"Get out of here." Shu Yao cursed in a low voice, trying to raise his eyelids, "Remember, it's the greedy wolf who killed you, the greedy wolf who fucked you."
It's not easy for a person to live once, so why should he be disgusted by Xue Tian before he dies?
Let Xuetian not be annoyed, and followed his words: "Okay, what does the envoy who almost killed me want to ask me?"
"No, but there is something I want to tell you."
Let Xuetian listen.
Shu Yao curled up the corners of his lips, and smiled, looking grotesquely beautiful in the blood-stained stump: "The sword that killed you was really enjoyable."
"Shu Yao! Will you die if you don't say a few words?"
Shu Yao was in a trance with more fans in front of him.
The flowers and birds are painted in gold, exquisite and lifelike.
Po Jun appeared and stopped in front of him, just when he heard Shu Yao's words, he was so angry that he lost his unbridled demeanor and became furious.
"I'm dying anyway."
A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, which describes Shu Yao now.
Let Xuetian not do anything, but Po Jun wanted to give him a happy one.
"Pojun, get out."
Po Jun almost frowned at the arrogant tone of Shu Yao who was about to die.
It was the first time I saw being rescued so arrogantly.
"Could it be that it's fun to see me now, and you also want Xuetian to do it for you?"
"Or do you think you can be more powerful than I was when I killed Xuetian, carrying the two of them alone, and accomplishing what I didn't do at the time?"
Po Jun suppressed his anger, put away his fan, and said in a low voice, "Then you want me to watch you with cold eyes and really lose your life?"
He said: "100 years ago, I had a big fight with you to protect Qisha."
Shu Yao said angrily, "Are you bringing this up to piss me off?"
Po Jun said: "At that time, you and Seven Killers were my friends, as well as Rang Xuetian."
He said softly: "But now, it's only you."
Asking Xuetian to wait for the two of them to finish speaking, Fang said: "I regarded the three of you as friends and brothers a hundred years ago."
"Thank you, me too." Po Jun nodded lightly, and the cynical smile returned to his face.
He folded the fan forward and said: "So now I don't owe you anything, just do it."
Shu Yao was weak, unable to scold him a little bit: "Po Jun, is your brain broken too?"
Po Jun didn't answer him.
Jean Xuetian didn't speak either.
The atmosphere was momentarily terribly awkward.
The blood smeared in front of Shu Yao's eyes only allowed him to roughly see the outlines of things within three feet of his body.
He couldn't even see what color clothes Po Jun was wearing today.
Of course it's hard to know exactly what happened.
It took a long time for Pojun's righteous and stern voice to sound: "How can you say that your brain is broken? Isn't it our responsibility to kill demons and demons?"
It's as if he's not a magician.
Shu Yao almost choked on the pieces of internal organs.
Then he heard Po Jun answering with a dry smile: "Is that right Daoist?"
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