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

Under the glaring white light, the opinions of hundreds of practitioners of the two ways of immortals and demons were consciously swallowed into their stomachs.

Ziwei star lives high in the sky, and the surrounding stars are shining brightly, like a gorgeous ribbon, like a solemn throne, decorating it with dignity and inviolability.

Under the Ziwei star, the sound of the swords of the fairy and the devil unsheathing was also very bright and dazzling, not inferior.

You Moxiu couldn't believe it: "Are we going to fight Xiandao now?"

His companion said: "Yes."

"Because the Immortal Dao suspects that His Majesty designed the Greedy Wolf Envoy?"

"Correct."

Moxiu wailed: "Why are we so unlucky?"

With tears in his eyes, he counted the history of blood and tears with his fingers:

"When the Tanlang Envoy was in the Devil's Way, we would be beaten by the Tanlang Envoy. When the Tanlang Envoy finally left the Demonic Dao, we didn't want to argue with the Immortal Dao about his emotional position. We just thought that we could finally take a breather with peace of mind and live a better life. , and now you are going to be beaten by the Immortal Dao because of the Greedy Wolf Envoy?"

Those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it cry.

"..."

He is far from the only one who finds it inconceivable.

His companion couldn't find an answer, so he said in a cold tone: "If you want to fight, fight hard, where are you talking so much?"

In recent days, Xuetian has frequently lost control of his mentality and wandered back and forth on the edge of emotional outbursts a little too many times.

He is worthy of being a character, with a collapsed mentality, he can actually maintain a calmness that does not change his face in front of Taishan Beng.

Not to mention that at this moment, Xiandao is fighting with him because of Shu Yao, even if Shu Yao escapes from the twelve formations at the next moment, Xiandao will be happy again and send him an invitation card for the joint registration ceremony, so that Xue Tian can calm down Smile.

Let Xuetian raise his sleeves and wave his hands.

Moxiu, who was on the verge of moving, saw his simple hand gesture, and suddenly breathed out, and retreated behind him with lowered eyebrows.

Rang Xuetian said: "At that time, I had no intention of attacking Tanlang secretly."

There were so many sneers that even Ren Xuetian couldn't pinpoint which sneer came from which person.

There was only one person standing alone, standing up and saying, "I don't believe the Demon Lord did it."

After Rang Xuetian, Jiang Yunya quickly became the focus of everyone's attention.

Even though Shu Yao and Wan Chuan reconciled before, the grievance of Jiang Yunya's collusion with the Demon Dao was washed away during the conversation.

But the rumors... there used to be, after all.

They left a stereotype in the hearts of everyone in Xiandao.

Let them mutter to themselves:

Sect Master Jiang, could it be that he has a crush on the Demon Lord?

Wait, how can the Seven Kills and the Second Envoy of Pojun get along with each other?

All kinds of doubts and knots finally came down to a sincere sigh in my heart:

The Mahayana world is really chaotic.

Little did they know that the Mahayanas were also secretly annoyed.

Xuanhe Fengzhu and the dean of Dazheng Academy exchanged a look, understanding each other, and secretly regretted that they only cared about playing cards at the poker table and did not pay more attention to the emotional life of their companions and friends.

Otherwise, maybe there will be another secret history of Falling into the Blue Sky.

They regretted it, and felt that they really couldn't blame themselves.

After all, who would have imagined that a person who is addicted to playing cards and watching the stars every day would have such a rich emotional life?

Under the pressure of everyone's eyes, Jiang Yunya bravely said what he thought in his heart: "If the Demon Lord wants to plot against the Greedy Wolf Envoy secretly, he must have a connection with the Twelve Formation of the Secret Realm."

He glanced at Wan Chuanhe, although he didn't say anything, the meaning was self-evident:

You moved someone's own son in the secret realm, and you still want to hook up with him?

It must be too beautiful, right?

Jiang Yunya coughed lightly, and continued to add: "Furthermore, if Demon Lord really has some special connection with the twelve formations, he must be the first to enter the formation."

Jiang Yun Yabu's last knife is enough to prove that his relationship with Rang Xuetian is innocent, and there is absolutely no extra blood.

"..."

It is one thing for Xuetian to understand what Jiang Yunya said, to tell the truth for him.

Wanting to give Jiang Yunya a blizzard and tell him to shut up is another matter.

"That will break the formation."

Coincidentally, Wei Heng and Shu Yao have very different personalities and behaviors, but when the situation is reversed and the situation is exchanged——

They had the same few words, full of sword energy, and made the same choice.

Maybe it's because the heart of love is always sincere and fiery.

Following Wei Heng's words, everyone lowered their heads and stared at the fragmented twelve formations under their feet.

Let the snow speak.

Instead of describing it as tit-for-tat aggressive, it is more appropriate to say it is helpless:

"The twelve formations could have covered a radius of hundreds of feet and easily accommodated thousands of people. But before Dao Zun made a move, the twelve formations were already shattered inch by inch. I don't believe that it still has enough power to draw Greedy Wolf into the formation, which would be bad for him. "

"Could it be that Daoist must smash the twelve formations to a millimeter before he can give up?"

******

Shu Yao only felt that his whole body was being drawn in front of Ziweixing, and everything he saw was a blazing white light, which made people's eyes hurt.

He simply closed his eyes and waited quietly for the dizzying experience around him to pass away.

After a few breaths of effort, the eyes are no longer blinded by the flash, and the person is not flying in the air lightly, but the ground is on the ground, and the touch feels thick and reliable like earth.

At the same time as Shu Yao opened his eyes, he raised his hand and drew out his sword!

The sword light is like thunder!

Like the ancient Emperor Dragon proudly protruding his head, he opened his mouth and breathed out the dragon's breath, which has been invincible since the chaos, shattered the clouds, and rolled over.

It is also like lightning falling from the nine heavens, tearing through the sky, penetrating tens of thousands of miles up and down, and directly hitting the treacherous and ever-changing vast sea.

Huge waves rose up on the sea, hundreds of thousands of zhang deep, and tens of thousands of hectares long, divided into left and right by the thunder, leaving only a piece of land in the middle like a cliff and deep valley.

Such a sword is enough to take the lives of most Mahayanas in the world and seal off all their escape routes.

So when Shu Yao opened his eyes, it was normal to see a scorched mass, and the dead body was killed on the spot.

The dead body does not only prove the killing of one person.

The thick bloody smell rushed towards his face like rust, and there was still a wailing and howling in his ears, struggling to die, stumps were all over the ground, and blood flowed into the soil.

Shu Yao recognized it at a glance.

He will never forget this scene even if it is hundreds or thousands of years later.

It's Shufu.

It is rumored that when the Shu Mansion was in its heyday, it was once a well-known local cultivating family, and there was an endless stream of people sending and welcoming people in front of the door, and the fragrant cars and BMWs were like flowing water.

The pavilions are like stacked clouds, and the waterside pavilions are adjacent to the Yaochi.

It's a pity that Shu Yao didn't have the chance to see her.

Since he came to this world, the first thing he saw was the purgatory-like scene in Shu Mansion.

The twelve formations are fetal, nourishing, longevity, bathing, crown belt, official, imperial prosperity, decline, illness, death, tomb, and the twelve realms, corresponding to the twelve stages of life.

There must be regrets and regrets in life, and the most difficult thing in the twelve formations is to walk through this demonic realm.

If you can go from life to death without any shame, even if you can't become a fairy and ascend, you are not far from a saint. It is worth breaking a big realm to celebrate.

Shu Yao understood in his heart that what he saw just now should be a fantasy in the first fetal formation.

He looked at the sun in the sky.

Illusions must at least be immersive before they can be called illusions, and there must be sun and moon.

Shu Yao could sense that the original body of this sun was Ziwei Xing who was causing trouble outside.

He said to himself: "Just now I hit with all my strength, could it be that my combat power is really not as good as Ah Heng? Why did he break through the illusion of twelve formations, but I hit twelve formations with all my strength and was not injured at all?"

The sun suddenly dimmed.

The flickering light seemed to be Ziweixing's shivering.

It seemed that he was afraid that Shu Yao would not give up, so he gave it two hard blows again, and the twelve formations changed quickly.

The blood is fading, the scenery is flying, and the stumps and arms disappear to nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Shu Yao's place was completely different.

It was the first demonic sect he joined, and Shu Yao couldn't remember the name of the sect early enough.

"Bingxin Sword Art?"

The speaker deliberately slurred and slowed down every word, which made the irony in his words extraordinarily strong.

And the roar of laughter outside was louder and louder word by word.

"Bing Xin Jian Jue? The name is effeminate, but it really complements Junior Brother Shu."

"Hey, let's not talk about the girly name, just talk about the gaudy swordsmanship routines. Could it be that Junior Brother Shu is still counting on it to become famous all over the world?"

It's a pity that Shu Yao really became famous all over the world because of it.

Shu Yao was speechless.

Thinking about it for a while, these few demon cultivators can be regarded as reaching the pinnacle of life, accomplishing something that is worth bragging to future generations for eight lifetimes, boasting:

"I also laughed at the greedy wolf who made the sissy."

You know, Xuetian didn't dare to say that he was a sissy later on.

After a while, I thought about it again, the same sentence, Junior Brother Shu, made the immortals look much more pleasing to the eye and cuter when they called it.

Is it really a matter of appearance?

Shu Yao had all kinds of wild thoughts, but there was no gnashing of hatred.

Shu Yao listened to the cold voice and quiet shadow's clang and clear cry, and watched himself as a young boy draw out his sword. There was a faint light of thunder on the sword, beating them all over the ground one by one.

He curled his lips contemptuously.

Not to mention that 300 years later, the name of the Greedy Wolf Envoy is enough to make his fellow disciples who don't know where to go in the past terrified all day long, but he said that 300 years ago, he had already done a revengeful liquidation.

If you still have to worry about it and refuse to forget it, how much will you lose?

He bowed his head and pondered for a while before he figured out the true meaning of the twelve formations pulling him in.

Shu Yao said to Ziweixing speechlessly: "Could it be that you want to pull me in, let me use the convenience of the secret realm and the benefit of my cultivation, and then repeatedly hack the people who have grudges against me one by one?"

Ziweixing: "..."

"No, really no need." Shu Yao sincerely rejected it, not forgetting to click his tongue twice:

"Even if you treat me preferentially because of the good friendship between Lao Wan and me, you give me a place to vent my grievances. But I had problems with me in the past, and I cleaned them up on the spot. How dare I Xiaodujichang still want to take them out and flog their corpses?"

Ziweixing: "..."

Shu Yao asked: "Hey, do you know my Taoist companion? Yes, the one who just came in and beat you apart. He is number one in the world outside, a model of immortality, and a beautiful man. As his Taoist companion, I can't make it At his level, he can't be held back too much, at least he should cultivate his body and mind, and be calm, right?"

Ziweixing: "..."

I don't know if Shu Yao has been tested by the Twelve Forms to doubt his life, but Ziwei Xing is about to be made suspicious of Xingsheng by him.

So Shu Yao's eyes turned sharply, the scene changed for the third time, and he was moved to a new location.

This time Shu Yao didn't hesitate, his brows didn't move, he raised his hand and a thunderbolt struck straight down.

Crashing and scorching people, the scene is spectacular.

Only the young Shu Yao stood there at a loss.

Shu Yao knew that he was an illusion and had no independent mind, so he couldn't see himself.

He still faces the vision of Shu Yao in his youth, and rarely shows a gentle smile.

Like the scattered colorful clouds under the bright moon, the glowing glow reflected in the water mirror in the flowing spring is softened by the hazy and gentle halo like the moonlight spring water, which softens the original gorgeous colors like colorful clouds and flowing clouds.

You will be who you want to be, strong and fearless.

Shu Yao thought very shamelessly.

Even though there have been difficult times, on the road of practice, there are many divergences and ups and downs, and it is not easy to keep going without going astray.

The next few formations were annihilated to nothingness powder one by one under Shu Yao's thunder.

Every time he strikes a thunderbolt, Ziweixing will darken a bit and move back two inches.

In the end, he wished he could retreat to the corner and pull two clouds to cover himself, so as not to be coveted by the demon cultivator in front of him.

Shu Yao was a little dissatisfied.

He said: "In the future, I will hang you on the wall of Chang'an City. In the future, Chang'an City will be the place where the Demon Lord lives. Visitors from all over the world will come from all over the world. How can you be so timid and timid?" ?”

The sky slowly converged, engulfing the dark clouds that had only had time to roll over twice, and before they swallowed the thunder and lightning, they simply and neatly changed to a scene of clear skies and sunny skies.

Ziweixing finally couldn't bear the double attack of Shu Yao's sword energy and words, and was defeated first.

It collapsed to the point where Shu Yao hadn't made a move to break the illusion, and had already actively jumped to the next illusion for him, only hoping to seal Shu Yao's mouth.

It worked.

The bleak wind rolled over the wet soil soaked in blood. Half of the soil had collapsed, and the ground was full of broken bricks and tiles. The towering and gorgeous buildings of the past were nowhere to be seen.

Shu Yao fell silent in the wind.

When he heard Qi Sha make a painstaking oath word by word, his determination was so great that every word was like a mountain.

It is said that in this life, I will not touch the demon seed, and I will not enter the solitary evil. Otherwise, the sky will be struck by lightning, and my soul will be scattered.

Shu Yao slowly stopped the hand that was about to strike the thunder.

If his slash in the illusion was useful, Shu Yao would definitely not be stingy with the sword.

It's a pity that nearly 200 years have passed in the imaginary world, the bitter fruit has been brewed early, and everything cannot be reversed.

Shu Yao lost interest.

Ziweixing seemed to read his lack of interest intimately, and immediately gave Shu Yao a big surprise.

Witness Kill was wrapped in a pitch-black robe, covering his face tightly, his whole body was as thin as a mummy, and appeared in front of Qi Kill.

Shu Yao was startled.

Qi Sha was also surprised, he could get out of the scabbard at any time, Qi Sha Chaodou, full of killing intent: "Are you a witness?"

When Zheng Sha spoke, his voice was hoarse like rubbing stones, and he said terribly, "It's me."

Qisha Chaodou slipped out of the sheath, and the sword light illuminated Qisha's face.

He said grimly: "You have a deep blood feud with Tanlang, and when you appear in front of me at this moment, do you think I won't kill you for Tanlang, or do you think I can't kill you?"

"Even if I have been hiding from the outside world for decades, I still know the prestige of the Seven Killing Dynasty in sword fighting, and I dare not take it too seriously."

Proving that killing is neither salty nor light should be said.

His joy, anger, sorrow, and fear seemed to be stripped of his flesh and blood together, and it was so calm that it made people feel tense, "Of course I have a reason to come here, for example, someone from your teacher's school. "

Qi Sha's eyes and pupils shrank, but the hand holding the sword slowed down.

Proving that killing did not lie to Qisha.

The master, brothers and sisters who killed Qiqi's direct relatives are indeed alive.

Taking shelter from the demon seed, living together is still living after entering the lonely evil.

Zheng Sha turned a blind eye to Qi Sha's trembling hand that couldn't hold the sword, his slightly trembling lips and the deep sadness in his eyes, and only hoarsely smiled and said:

"People in the world are ignorant, and the demon species they are talking about is the most common and the least unusual one."

Gradually frenzied colors climbed into his eyes, making his dry face look like a zombie, like two groups of will-o'-the-wisps dancing in the dark night:

"A real demon seed is enough to live and die, flesh and bones, and give people a second life. I was lucky enough to get such a demon seed, and the one that Ling Zongmen wants to refine is also this kind The demon seed. The masters are fortunate enough to try it themselves, so that they can survive the catastrophe."

"It's a pity that the ones refined by the master's sect are not as good as what I have passed down from ancient times. It is also a person who died once, and there are not as many people in the master's sect as I do."

Shu Yao watched coldly.

Shu Yao knows best how the Seven Kills were behaved more than 100 years ago.

On the surface, he looks like a cold magician, but in his heart he is very worried——

It also emphasizes friendship.

Qi Sha trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't make a move on his colleague who had lost most of his sanity and whose face was as dull as death. He even settled down and visited him from time to time.

Even if they refine the demon seeds and enter the lonely evil.

Even if they look like the living dead, dying.

Shu Yao didn't wave to strike the thunder, nor did he continue to hurt Ziweixing with words.

He stood quietly watching Qisha's sorrows, joys and struggles, and finally closed his eyes.

The punishment of heaven, just from the literal meaning, can also be said to be the punishment of palming the sky.

Punish yourself, punish others.

From the moment Qi Sha settled down with him, he was doomed... not to go far along the path of Heavenly punishment.

So Qisha watched step by step his fellow disciples became more and more like corpses day by day, and finally one day, his body was so fragile that it could not withstand the pressure of breathing and air, and it was dilapidated like old cotton wool, stale and scattered into ashes.

Those horrible mummies used to be the ones who grew up with him, who would be held by his strong hands when he fell down, and who would raise a glass to toast him when he was happy.

It is the only source of comfort for family and friendship in the lonely and cold world.

Seven kills have overwhelming hatred.

I hate why my sect turned into Gu Sha to refine the demon seeds.

He hates himself for being kept in the dark from beginning to end, being played around in the palm of his hand, powerless and unable to protect the sect.

He hates himself even more for being indecisive, for being unable to make up his mind to kill at the last moment.

He is ruled and enslaved by utter hate.

Qi killed into Gusha.

Shu Yaoan watched the whole scene quietly, and then said: "Thank you for telling me the reason why Qisha entered Gusha. I have been confused about this for a long time."

"But with all due respect—"

Shu Yao was puzzled, "Aren't you a demonic illusion that tempers people's mood? Is it really appropriate to put other people's past stories here?"

Ziweixing was taken aback by his incomprehensible way of treating kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

It was so angry that it jumped out of the clouds on its own initiative, with a bright light, proving to Shu Yao that it was far more than capable of telling him the old stories of Seven Kills.

And let the snow.

The scene jumps to the hall of the magic palace.

Shu Yao managed to find out from some details that the main hall of the Demon Palace at this time had not experienced several disasters, and it should be the most original one when it was first built.

He did not make Xuetian turn against Qisha one after another.

Let Xuetian mutter to himself on the throne in the palace, it is not like Shu Yao's candid and open mind when he first met him, nor is it like the calmness behind him.

There is even a hint of unwillingness and madness.

He said: "Based on Wan Chuan and his connection with Ziwei Secret Realm, he actually... went to Chang'an City."

Let Xuetian's sentence end flatly, but it seems to contain infinite unfinished words.

Ling Shuyao really wanted to hold his neck with a cold voice and silent shadow, forcing him to confide in everything.

It's a pity that the illusion is an illusion after all.

Shu Yao could only watch helplessly, making Xuetian smile bitterly: "He... is the man of destiny chosen by the way of heaven."

For the first time, Shu Yao knew how powerful he was.

"God wants to kill me!"

Shu Yao made sure repeatedly, and let Xuetian only say these three sentences.

The corner of his lips twitched.

Could it be that Rang Xuetian's friendship with him has been plasticized more than a hundred years ago?

Knowing that he is a man of destiny, it is understandable for Shu Yao not to make a big announcement to the world to help hold a banquet to celebrate.

When they practiced to their level, worldly power, money, and enjoyment of treasures were all ignored.

It is a battle for the great way, and what is sought is the innumerable luck under the way of heaven.

Shu Yao looked up at the sky, then down at the ground.

He seems to be speaking to himself, and it seems to be speaking to the bright universe, the clear sun and the moon, and all living beings who are blessed by the mighty world:

"I'm not surprised."

"I know in my heart that Xue Tian and Qi Sha entered Gusha, there must be their reasons."

"However, the demon seeds they have refined in the past 100 years, the wars they have provoked, and the innocent people they have slaughtered, etc., are all done by them."

"The head under the cold voice and silent shadow should also be taken back by the cold voice and silent shadow."

Not waiting for Ziweixing to wipe away tears with relief, and when Yu Shuyao was moved to speak seriously, it heard Shu Yao question again:

"But aside from other things, are you sure that you didn't omit other words between Xuetian's three sentences?"

"It is understandable that Wan Chuanhe is closely related to the Ziwei Secret Realm, and he came to my Chang'an City because I chose it for the Ziwei Secret Realm. However, how did he escape from my choice for the Ziwei Secret Realm, and escape to the death of him?"

Shu Yao couldn't imagine what kind of genius idea and magical logic Xuetian used to come to the conclusion that "heaven will kill him".

He cast aside his eyes and smiled mockingly: "I remember to make Xue Tian not so stupid?"

Maybe Ziwei Xing was exhausted, taking Shu Yao to watch the past events that made Xue Tian and Seven Kills come back was quite exhausting.

Perhaps because of being overwhelmed by Shu Yao's words one after another, Ziweixing made up his mind not to serve her.

It is also possible that Ziweixing refused to answer any questions after showing Shu Yao everything he was supposed to read.

The palace was disillusioned, the ice and snow melted, and the white light was dense again. Shu Yao was no longer in the twelve formations in a blink of an eye.

Naturally, he couldn't see the long sword in the center of the twelve formations, sprinkling stars faintly.

The flower branches are entangled, transparent and blue, delicate and delicate.

It is exactly the same as the shadow of cold voice worn by Shu Yao's waist.

The sword is at the core of the twelve formations, and as the light of the sword circulates, a single sword seems to form a starry sky with infinite splendor.

It echoes with Ziwei Xing from afar, and seems to be connected with some kind of mysterious energy.

In the starry sky, there is Ziwei.

It is like the source of the power and light of Ziwei Star.

Shu Yao's eyes were covered by white light, and he had no chance to see the scene in the formation.

His natal sword, Cold Sound and Silent Shadow, was the weapon Shu Yao brought over from Jiansanli.

Qixiufang uses the sword technique of using two swords, so the weapons are naturally a pair.

After Shu Yao came to this world, he found that the Xiufang swordsmanship in the world of martial arts, in the world of immortals, would inevitably have a fly in the ointment and some shortcomings, so as his experience increased and his cultivation level gradually improved, he gradually improved the Bingxin Sword Art. Made improvements.

Therefore, the cold voice and silent shadow were also smelted from a pair to a handful by Shu Yao.

It should have been unique in the world.

But a second one appeared in the secret realm.

******

Rang Xuetian's persuasion did not impress Wei Heng.

He was still determined to go his own way, intending to draw his sword and chop up the surviving wreckage of the twelve formations.

His persuasion did not impress everyone in the Immortal Dao.

They stared at each other one by one, their swords were half out of their sheaths, and they wished to pass the sword to Wei Heng directly.

A person fell from the sky.

It is a round and pleasing eyebrow, with a smile on the corner of the mouth, like a little monk who is serving a boy in front of the Buddha.

He scratched his head, a little unclear about the situation he was in, so he put his hands together to salute, and said with a serious look:

"My benefactors, I'm sorry. I couldn't find the abbot in Liudao Temple before, so I boldly took the last thing left by the abbot before he left, and used my sect's secret method to teleport it with a formation to find the abbot."

The little novice smiled shyly, and took out the familiar booklet from his arms:

The Secret History of Xuanshan.