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

After seeing the book in the hands of the little novice, the audience fell into a dead silence.

Abbot Wuchen, who has always been a respected and respected host, also lowered his eyebrows and sighed: "This old monk doesn't want my old friend Jiekong to escape from the world for a long time, but he still has his heart in the world of mortals."

All the Mahayanas nodded together with concern.

The secret history of Xuanshan is not the point.

Left and right, they have been in charge of each other in recent days, except in front of Wei Heng, who are scruples about the sun and the moon shining on the wall, and have restrained themselves, the rest of the time they have no fear, talking and laughing freely.

You know, it is very boring to cultivate to the first level of Mahayana.

You can't fight casually, one fight is earth-shattering, moving mountains and filling seas, and after a fight is over, hundreds of miles around will be turned into dry soil.

Soaring can't fly casually.

It is also necessary to clean up the mess caused by the flying disciples.

bald.

Therefore, the appearance of Xuanshan Secret History is like a ray of light, illuminating the dull and boring lives of the Mahayanas.

Abbot Wuchen then confessed: "Oh, if I knew that old friend Jiekong was interested in this, the old monk should have given him a few more copies."

"..."

Let Xuetian's eyes and Fengling Lingran sweep across Abbot Wuchen like ice.

Qi Sha's eyes were as cold as his, full of murderous intent.

I don't know which one of the two was the first to cover up and said: "I don't want the atmosphere of the immortal sect to be so rotten."

"It's really useless."

Yes, Immortal Dao is coming to an end.

He was not angry at the secret history of Kunyi.

Alarmed, Xuanhe Fengzhu distracted most of his attention from Kunlun with a very flattering hand, hesitating to say:

"Hey, I didn't say, abbot, you Buddhist monks, is it really okay to see this?"

The dean of Dazheng Academy is an honest person, he answered honestly for Abbot Wuchen:

"Liu Dao Temple and Wuwang Temple are both Buddhist sects. Although one escapes from the world and the other is born in the world, they all lead to the same goal. Abbot Wuchen often likes to play cards, and he has also read the secret history of Xuanshan Mountain given by Sect Master Jiang. It is expected that Abbot Jiekong will behave like this, and the problem is not wrong. big."

Jiang Yunya Liangliang echoed from the side, adding fuel and jealousy: "Yes, playing cards. Abbot, you see Jie Kong, the abbot is willing to read the secret history of Xuanshan Mountain, but he is unwilling to go out of the temple to play cards for you. What use is such a friend?"

Abbot Wuchen: "..."

There was an imperceptible shake in his expression for a moment, and he stroked his palms and said, "What Sect Master Jiang said makes sense..."

Interrupted by Xuanhe Fengzhu, she was thoughtful: "Why do I feel that you, Sect Master Jiang, seem to be particularly targeting Abbot Jiekong?"

The dean of Dazheng Academy also remembered the words of admonition Jiang Yunya had said to him on the road, and his eyes sank like a cold pool.

Jiang Yunya narrowed his eyes for a while, and said with a lazy smile: "It's obvious that what you said is the truth."

Peak Master Xuanhe thought over and over again, and speculated: "Could it be Sect Master Jiang, after seeing the secret history of Xuanshan Mountain, you are afraid that Abbot Jiekong is still in the world of mortals, and came out to compete with you for the poker table?"

The three of them suddenly realized, and Qi Qi cast a salute to Jiang Yunya:

I didn't expect you to be such a scheming Sect Master Jiang.

Jiang Yunya: "..."

The head of the sect first saw the secret history of Xuanshan in the hands of the little novice, and then heard the four people at the poker table talking nonsense.

It's a pity that Xuanhe Peak Master was immersed in gossip, his cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were bright, and he had no intention of handing him the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill.

Not to mention the head of Xuanshan, even the upside-down mountain master who has no heart disease and has a strong physique, listens to him, and feels that he is about to suffer from Schrödinger's heart disease.

He withdrew Cong Kui sword expressionlessly, and even wanted to close his hearing.

Before closing his hearing, the Lord of the Seventh Region asked excitedly, "Has your immortal way always been like this?"

The owner of the inverted mountain couldn't explain it in words: "No, it's not. I had retreated for decades to understand the way of the sword."

Obviously decades ago, everything was normal.

The temperament that should be like a sword is like a sword, the spirit that should be immortal, the one who should be merciful and compassionate.

The owner of the inverted mountain has lived for hundreds of years, and it was the first time he realized that the word "declining the world" actually happened around him, and it could make people so sad.

The Lord of the Seventh Region wished to understand: "So, your immortal way has had such a culture for decades?"

The Hanging Mountain Lord refused to answer.

The eyes of the Lord of the Seventh Regions were bright, as bright as the jewels adorned on his clothes, "The Immortal Dao is really an interesting and good place, not like the Devil Dao, which is cold and boring."

"..."

Alright, Master Daoxuanshan doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Let Xuetian watch the whole situation with cold eyes, see the eagerness of the Lord of the Seven Regions, see Po Jun solidified like a sculpture, and then think of all of these, including the two damn secret histories, which were all written by Shu Yao in the Twelve Formation.

He had a toothache from the bottom of his heart, wishing he could immediately break up with Tian Xing and make a clean break.

How did Tian Xing manage to survive until now in the magic way where people kill people without blinking an eye?

Let the snow day be puzzled.

The little monk's naive and lovable smile froze on his face bit by bit as everyone discussed in private.

When he saw the great powers of the Immortal Dao, all of them looked so serious that they frowned and whispered in low voices. Even if they were indifferent and majestic like the head of Xuanshan and the master of the inverted mountain, they seemed to be unbearable to discuss.

The worry and anxiety tightly held in his heart made the little novice ignorant of the difference in cultivation and the difference in seniority, so he boldly asked:

"Seniors, I have the courage to ask, could it be that my abbot is in critical condition and cannot be optimistic?"

"what?"

Only then did Xuanhe Peak Master find out that they put the person concerned aside, restrained his expression apologetically, and solemnly said to the little novice: "Little benefactor, I didn't know that the secret method of Liudao Temple would send you here, but we all entered Ziwei City by ourselves. Come on, I have never seen a trace of Abbot Jiekong.”

It's over.

The little novice thought desperately.

Seeing that the beautiful female benefactor was consoling, but her demeanor was much more solemn than at the beginning, obviously the situation was not as simple as she said.

The little novice monk had already begun to seriously consider how to distribute the few chickens and ducks and the vegetable plot he had planted in the abbot's life if something happened to him.

If Abbot Jiekong knew what the little novice was thinking, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, beat or scold him.

Just as the little novice was counting the number of chickens and ducks left by Abbot Jiekong with his fingers, his eyes suddenly hurt.

The little novice subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

When he took it away again, he saw the white light fluttering like flying feathers and falling into the daytime, and it also burst into dazzling halos like fireworks reaching the highest point in the sky.

The twelve formations, which have been indestructible since ancient times, were cut inch by inch by the invisible sword energy.

If it is said that the last time Wei Heng broke out of the formation, saying that the twelve formations were ruined like cotton wool is just an exaggerated metaphor.

So this time, it is definitely a true portrayal of realism.

What the little monk couldn't see was that at the moment when the twelve formations shattered, the long sword at the core of the twelve formations, which looked like a cold voice and silent shadow, dimmed instantly.

It was no longer Shu Yao's long sword built with thunder and the starry sky as the light of the sword when Shu Yao came out. It was gorgeous and outrageous, enough to make anyone's heart shudder.

It was like a long-cherished wish, the infinite power contained in the sword dissipated one by one with the shattering of the twelve formations.

Every time the twelve formations are broken, the long sword will be darkened by an inch.

In the end, the last bit of light on the long sword faded, and it stood still, like an ordinary long sword with a more exquisite appearance.

The sea of ​​stars faded, the thunder light suddenly disappeared, and the formations in the twelve formations that lost the steady stream of wandering sword lights to supply spiritual energy also stopped suddenly.

No matter who enters the formation to take a look, I am afraid that they will only think that it is just an ordinary and innocuous ancient character symbol that has been worn away by wind and frost and inherited memory.

And it will never be regarded as the formation runes for the operation of the twelve formations in the holy land of the practitioner's mind.

Losing the connection of the formation talisman, Ziwei Xing is not as dazzling as before.

Even if there are stars surrounding and defending the crown, compared to a king sitting high on the throne with supreme majesty, it can only be said that he is more like a frustrated lonely king in the last generation.

The little novice monk didn't know the significance of the sights in front of him, and naively felt that they were the only wonders he had ever seen in his life.

Mahayanas know it.

Jiang Yunya's face paled instantly, just now Yan Yanyan smiled like a cloud of smoke, fleeting:

"Ziweixing...its power is insufficient."

Xuanhe Peak Master didn't look at the stars, he said nonchalantly, "Didn't Ziwei Star's strength have been insufficient since we entered the secret realm?"

After she finished speaking, she turned her head, and when she wanted to laugh at Jiang Yunya's fuss, she met the dignified faces of all her poker players.

No matter how slow Xuan and Peak Master are, they should realize how serious the situation is now.

Her relaxed and freehand smile instantly froze on her face, which was very out of tune with the atmosphere at this time.

The magic way is even more exaggerated.

Seeing the change of the twelve formations and the Ziwei star in the sky, the demon cultivators dare not breathe out of their atmosphere.

Because the anger erupting from Xuetian's body was too terrifying, and the undisguised murderous aura was too frightening.

No demon cultivator doubts that if he speaks out, he will be killed by Xuetian casually to vent his anger, which is an almost inevitable assumption.

Every word of Jiang Yunya hit the hearts of people like a torrential rain hitting plantains on an autumn night, full of the coolness of not seeing hope for dawn:

"As the Lord Wanyu said, the sun and the moon are out of balance, and Ziweixing came to the world in a hurry to adjust the first and second. However, its strength is insufficient, and it is not enough to bear. In the past, the twelve formations were by no means so easy to break out. Ziweixing will not hurt itself just because the twelve formations are damaged."

The conclusion was already hanging by Jiang Yunya's throat, and he could spit it out with an open mouth.

However, Jiang Yunya is the master of the six sects, and the great power of the immortal way standing on the peak still stopped for a while to gather enough strength before he said:

"Ziwei star is about to perish, there is nothing to reconcile the yin and yang—"

The dean gently followed up and said, "The way of heaven is about to collapse."

He was not very loud.

But hundreds of people surrounded the twelve formations, so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained. Naturally, without using spiritual power, they could easily hear what the dean said.

For a while, not even the sound of breathing remained.

Now that Jiang Yunya was frightened when he saw the dean speaking, he wished he could just cover his mouth. Hearing this, he even put aside his heavy thoughts about the collapse of the Dao of Heaven.

"Heavenly Dao will collapse such a big thing, why didn't you figure it out, Dean?"

The dean was robbed of what he wanted to say by Jiang Yunya, and he was speechless.

He had no choice but to imitate what Jiang Yunya said in the past, and said, "Didn't Sect Master Jiang not figure it out?"

Compassion instead of tit for tat.

Just when Jiang Yunya and the dean felt the same way and wanted to shake hands and make peace before discussing matters of the way of heaven, Xuan and the peak master interrupted.

She had mixed feelings: "The so-called mistake of playing cards is indeed true."

Abbot Wuchen was always the one with the least sense of presence at this time.

Enjoy the cards you have to play.

Avoid all possible disputes and rumors.

Maybe this is the so-called great wisdom of Buddhism.

Jiang Yunya and the dean turned to look at her together, and there was one more head of Xuanshan.

They spoke in unison, angrily accusing: "Xuan and you, how are you qualified to say this?"

The Lord of the Seven Regions said sadly, "I just found the direction my life should be heading, but the way of heaven has collapsed. How can such a thing happen in this world?"

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "..."

He pinned his last ray of hope on Wei Heng who had been standing still.

As soon as Shu Yao escaped from the twelve formations, he fell into Wei Heng's arms.

His eyes were severely pierced by the light, and he could see things a bit blurry, but he heard a buzzing sound such as "The Dao of Heaven is about to collapse" in his ears, and asked Wei Heng suspiciously:

"Hey, what's the matter? Why didn't I enter the twelve formations not long ago, and the world turned upside down outside, saying that the way of heaven is about to collapse?"

The embrace he fell into was warm and powerful enough to completely isolate all the hustle and bustle outside, making people feel peaceful and smiling.

Wei Heng told him calmly: "It's nothing, don't worry too much. How are you in the formation?"

The last glimmer of hope for the owner of the Hanging Mountain is shattered.

He suddenly understood the way of heaven a little bit.

The owner of Daoxuan Mountain thought, he is the way of heaven, and he probably wants to show his collapse to the world.

What kind of people are these? ? ?

When everyone was waiting in full battle, or panicked, Wan Chuanhe and Jiang Yunya said at the same time: "It's not impossible."

They looked at each other.

Wan Chuanhe cautiously said: "Sect Master Jiang has a great plan, why don't you say it first?"

Jiang Yunya was also very humble: "That's all nonsense that others boasted casually many years ago. The Lord of the Wanyu has a lot to do with the Ziwei Secret Realm. Why don't the Lord of the Wanyu talk about it first?"

They smiled on the surface, they were submissive on the surface, but they were already fighting in a ball inside.

The so-called mutual taboo is probably nothing more than this.

"... ·

Shu Yao raised half of his face from Wei Heng's arms, and said quietly: "At this time, shouldn't we directly talk about how to solve it better?"

Wan Chuanhe was afraid of the cold sound and silent shadow.

Jiang Yunya is afraid of the sun and the moon shining on the wall.

They were excited at the same time, and said with a smile: "Then I will talk first?"

Wan Chuan said: "Eliminating the Gusha lineage of the demonic way will of course make the remaining demonic way of Heavenly Punishment temporarily decline, but removing the stubs will only prosper, instead of killing each other like raising Gu, which will further decline."

Jiang Yunya also echoed, "I used to be the guarantor for Mozun and the Seven Killers, because the Greedy Wolf was seriously injured, and the Pojun was too difficult to sustain. It was a last resort to delay the army. Now that the Greedy Wolf and the Pojun have both envoys, you can give it a try."

Shu Yao: "...Why do I feel that, in your mouth, making Xuetian and Seven Kills seem like sacrifices to the auspicious slaughter that is about to be sacrificed to heaven?"

The corner of Jiang Yunya's mouth twitched, hinting at him euphemistically: "The Greedy Wolf Envoy, Demon Lord, and Seven Killing Envoys are all present to listen."

"I'm actually a little confused."

Shu Yao said.

This did not prevent him from breaking away from Wei Heng's embrace, the cold voice and the silent shadow thundered, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

"But it's not very important. Let Xuetian and Qi kill, I must kill. Naturally, the sooner the better."

It doesn't matter if they were a life-and-death friendship that was once difficult to break, but when they turned against each other later, they were blocked by blood and bones to break out of the fortified chasm.

Shu Yao didn't realize how many friends broke up, and felt melancholy that things were different.

I don't think killing the enemy of my life is a very pleasant thing, and it should be a clear thing.

His action of drawing the sword is the same as countless times before, but the meaning is very different.

It is the relief of ending a long-cherished wish and turning the page of 200 years of grievances and entanglements.

It is also unswerving in my own way.

Both immortals and demons gasped at Shu Yao's wild words.

The devil wanted to call him a lunatic and laugh at his wishful thinking, but after some hesitation, he stopped his voice.

Because they remember that this person started from a penniless and humble boy, crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, piled up with white bones, and walked up to a high position to look down on all living beings.

It was also this person who went to the Demon Palace with a sword, dyed all the thousands of senior ranks red during the fight, and took the life of the Demon Lord.

Mozun's suspended animation is undoubtedly a kind of concession.

It's okay if they don't remember.

There was a cold sound and silent shadow, the sword was obviously thin and light but not an inch wide, but the thunder on it was more powerful than the roar of the deep sea tremors, and the tumbling of clouds and waves.

The cultivators who can appear here are all experienced and outstanding among their peers.

It is precisely because of their animal-like intuition honed through many battles that they are even more in awe, and they never dare to move easily.

The sun and the moon shine out of the sheath.

The brilliance brought out is astonishing, the white rainbow is thousands of feet long, as if the Ziwei star has not faded and retired, and is still high on the throne in the sky, which is why it has such an incomparable magnificence.

Taiyi Mingtang, Moonrise Kunlun, and Congkui unsheathed several famous swords that are rare in the world one by one.

Jiang Yunya, the dean and Abbot Wuchen, the first two are Dharma practitioners, and the latter is a Buddhist practitioner. They don't wear weapons, and their bodies are full of aura, like the mighty momentum of a hundred-foot-long storm hitting the shore, and their breath is harmonious. , it is the high mountains and deep valleys that accommodate the rushing rivers without leaking, and the rivers are full of tolerance.

The noisiest junior in the immortal way also knew the general idea, and couldn't help lowering his eyebrows and lowering his eyes, and swept back several tens of feet respectfully.

Even if it can't help in this peak battle, it's not good to hold back the master.

"The six sects of the Immortal Dao, only Abbot Jiekong is missing, so it can be regarded as neat and tidy."

Let Xuetian and the world suddenly snow in his hands, and the bloody rage is like smoke and mist, climbing up his eyebrows, even though his expression is peaceful, it makes people know at a glance that this lonely demon is definitely not a waste false name.

This is true whether it is the word Cong Gusha or the word Cong Mozun.

Jiang Yunya couldn't help but add another sentence: "Gu Sha is a bloodline, everyone punishes him, we don't pay attention to one-on-one bright and fair fighting, Mozun should not use aggressive methods anymore."

His sentence offended both the immortal and the devil together.

His skill is also comparable to that of his friend, the dean of the academy.

Dean interface.

He was first the peak of the Mahayana, one of the strongest in the world, and then the old-fashioned and indifferent scholar who didn't know how to adapt: ​​"It is already bright to kill Gusha, why do we need more bright and fair?"

Let the cruelty and hostility on Xuetian's face be interrupted by their two sentences, and it was rushed away a little:

"Sect Master Jiang is too worried. What I said is not to ridicule the immortal way to bully the less. I just feel that after killing the three wolf envoys, only seven kills and one remain."

Po Jun slowly straightened up from Qingluan's back, and jumped down.

He is Jingyue with a bright and beautiful appearance like a flower just blooming, but Pojun's subtle expression between the brows and the corners of his eyes, and his bearing and demeanor are enough to make people ignore that look that is not in line with the world's imagination of Pojun. appearance.

No one can be more like him, more in line with Po Junshi's appearance.

Mo Dao Pojun was originally a person who was extremely proud and glorious in this world.

The fan surface cracked with the sound of the wind, and lifelike flowers, birds and rare birds bloomed in Po Jun's palms.

He shook his fan and smiled lightly: "Although I really want to settle accounts with Tanlang, I only want to settle with Tanlang who is alive. Therefore, redundant and cumbersome words of solicitation should be omitted."

Rang Xuetian: "...I am not trying to recruit you, Pojun."

He even wanted to kick Pojun out of the three envoys to kill Polang early, and draw a clear line as soon as possible, so as not to be victimized by the reputation.

Po Jun asked strangely: "Then you don't mean to recruit Greedy Wolf?"

Not to mention that he and Dao Zun are in love with each other, they just need to make an oath to each other, announce it to the world, and become a Taoist couple.

Let's just say that Shu Yao killed Xuetian and asked Xuetian to feign his death first; then he planned to kill Shu Yao once later, how could all these enmities be so easily written off?

Rang Pojun couldn't help but wonder if Rang Xuetian had gone too crazy, and had lost his mind.

Shu Yao sneered disdainfully, and asked Rang Xuetian, "Do you know who my Taoist companion is?"

This sentence pattern, this beginning is so familiar, Ziwei Xing, whose brilliance is no longer behind the clouds, can't help but tremble.

It's had enough.

Let Xue Tian not be provoked by him.

If you look closely, you will find that there are more complicated emotions in Ren Xuetian's eyes.

It is the madness that is desperate and no longer tolerated, and it is also the compassion that is shown when one-third of the sanity is struggling to stay awake.

Seeing Shu Yao felt uncomfortable.

He held Han Sheng Ji Ying tightly.

It seems that a human-eating monster will break out of the cocoon at the next breath. Only the natal sword that accompanied him through hardships and winds since he was young can make people feel at ease.

It is a pity that Xuetian's sigh is like a prophet who understands everything, and can't see through the ignorant and ignorant people:

"Not only do I know who Tanlang your Taoist companion is, but I also know why he saved you back then."

Let Xuetian have a panoramic view of the reactions of everyone present.

He saw the blue veins on the back of Shu Yao's sword-holding hand protruding, and he also saw that the suzerains of the Immortal Dao were confused.

Let Xuetian speak leisurely: "The Tao that Dao Zun practiced is the way of heaven, and the way of heaven, the sun and the sun are intertwined, and the Tao of Tao Zun is also the same. The sword name is Sun and Moon Shining Bi. It is a coincidence, and it is also destined."

Let Xuetian smile briefly: "Under the Dao of Heaven, there is the Dao of Immortals as Yang, and the Dao of Demons as Yin. The sun and the moon will not fall on the wall. The Dao of Demons loses power, and the way of Tai Yin is lacking. Dao Zun's Dao is flawed, and no progress can be made." .”

His tone could not tell whether it was ridicule or admiration: "Dao Zun hated Gusha all his life, of course he would not compromise for his own path, so he has been stuck at the peak of Mahayana. Greedy wolf, you are different, you are Ziweixing. This choice is an opportunity for the magic way to flourish."

Shu Yao didn't react, Po Jun's fan was already tense to the point of splitting.

Po Jun remembered that Shu Yao said that Wei Heng had been in love with him for a long time.

Even when he later expressed his intentions, it was probably because Shu Yao wished to move Yu Wei Heng's heart.

Shu Yao is a very arrogant person, and Po Jun knows it too.

It is precisely because I know that I am even more afraid to imagine what kind of scene it will be after the misunderstanding is cleared up.

Shu Yao laughed.

The smile on his lips is like red plums covered with snow, peach blossoms on the tip of a sword, beautiful is beautiful, but it is so cold, so sharp, when people feel cherished, they only dare to wait and see from afar.

"I don't believe in sowing dissension."

Shu Yao asked Wei Heng: "I only believe what you say, you tell me, let Xuetian say all lies."

The tip of his nose was slightly astringent, and he swallowed the next sentence:

No matter what you say, no matter what the truth is, I will only believe what you say.

I believe it.