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

Ziweixing was a little angry.

It must be because I haven’t shown my power for a long time, cultivating immortals, cultivating demons, and those with long hair and no hair, all of them put the pot on their own heads when they meet, and even want to hang one of their noble emperor’s stars in the palace. city ​​head.

Do you think you dare not strike them with lightning?

Really dare not.

After all, Ziweixing was counting on Mahayana and his party to weaken the source of the evil spirit so that he could spare some energy to recuperate.

Ziweixing thought left and right, but still felt bored.

It can't throw a mouse, it can't strike the Mahayana with lightning, and it's not difficult to get rid of the old enemy's black mist.

So separated by a layer of gray curtain, the Ziwei star outside the sky was shining brightly, forcing the black mist to retreat again and again, not as thick as the tide before.

Black mist: "???"

Are you alright?

You are forced to take the blame, and you want to vent your anger on me?

Where is the integrity, kindness, arrogance and self-respect of your emperor star?

Immortal Dao Mahayana didn't know Ziweixing's various actions.

In their eyes, it was the majestic aura that erupted after Po Jun's face was livid for a moment, and the black mist was also dispersed a lot.

Mahayanas: "..."

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

I don't want Pojun to get angry, it's so scary, and I dare not talk casually about his past in women's clothing in the future.

But they were a little touched.

Unexpectedly, Po Junshi was so hardened, and after seeing his good friend being scumbed by Dao Zun, his reaction was really horrifying.

It seems that there is no doubt that sisterhood is deep.

The Mahayana of Immortal Dao secretly sighed in his heart.

Only the peak master Xuanhe and the sect master Xuanshan were in a gloomy mood.

They looked at each other, and tacitly gave each other the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill.

They sighed heavily at each other.

Mozun...

Destroyer...

Can they, who are from a small family in Xuanshan, be able to withstand such a big commotion?

It is rare to break the army, full of anger, methodical in doing things, and clear in thinking.

He first grabbed Shu Yao, and then summoned the black mist to cover the three of them, as if they were in a magical realm.

Even though it was the phantom anthropomorphism created by his fan, but looking at Po Jun's ferocious face, he felt that he was isolated from the ground, and the accumulation of resentment was not too far away.

Po Jun, overwhelmed by fate, finally understood the feelings of Rang Xuetian and Qisha at that time.

What kind of shit is this fate.

He also wants to take revenge on the society and the way of heaven.

Maybe it was because Shu Yao in the illusion was gentle and amiable and easy to talk, which caused Po Jun to have some kind of hallucination that was so different.

Perhaps because of his anger and courage, Po Jun broke out completely, only thinking that one person can beat ten Shu Yao without fear.

Holding Shu Yao's collar, he gritted his teeth: "You, don't change me to light yellow and bright purple!"

Shu Yao: "???"

So brother, you erupt once in a century, is it because of these two little colors?

Shu Yao couldn't understand it.

What did these two colors do to make Po Jun so unwelcoming.

You must know that the last time Po Jun broke out, when his eyes clearly stated that he wanted to kill someone, it was when he failed in his women's disguise.

Po Jun continued to yell: "You and Dao Zun are messing around, one of you is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, I don't care, I also want to take two less Tianwang Baoxin Pills! But you have to change me to a normal color!"

Shu Yao: "..."

So, have the immortals and demons fallen into a mid-life crisis as a whole?

Otherwise, how can you explain why Tianwang Baoxindan has become so popular?

He said cautiously, "brother, calm down."

Po Jun: "As long as you don't wear light yellow and bright purple, I will be very calm."

Shu Yao: "...But I didn't bring the clothes with me at all. Tian Yao had been doing nothing in the magic palace for a long time, and burned the clothes."

well done.

Po Jun burst into tears.

I didn't expect Miss Tianyao to be so considerate and considerate.

Is it enough to donate a house and a bead to her after returning to the magic way?

Why not call it Erdhu Pearl?

I really don't know where Po Jun got the courage to laugh at Shu Yao's three knives.

One dendrobium bead, two dendrobium beads and three knives are clearly neat.

Under the threat that Po Jun would smear his neck with his folding fan at any moment, Shu Yao changed into another set of clothes.

It was Jiansanli Qixiu's sect costume, the color was wonderful.

It's not as frivolous as pink, but also gentler than red, like the blush that blooms on the cheeks of a beauty when she gently lowers her head.

The whole body is covered with gold ornaments, all kinds of jewels are embellished, and the ring is outlined, and the waist is pinched very thinly. It seems that the lotus leaves from the south of the Yangtze River are brought up during the slow walk, and the singing and dancing among the waterside pavilions is fragrant.

Po Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

When he saw Hei Wu, he also thought it was cute and cute, and when he saw Shu Yao, he also thought it was as beautiful as a flower.

I even wanted to get rid of the black mist and waited hard outside. The Mahayanas who looked through their eyes exchanged thoughts and gossiped passionately.

However, the hand of fate always grabs people's throat so unexpectedly.

After Shu Yao changed his attire, he began to settle accounts with Po Jun.

He had a half-smile: "I remember you said that you would try your best to cover up my identity in the abyss."

"I said."

Po Jun admitted it very readily: "Look at what I did in the abyss, etc., isn't it helping you to cover up your identity? If it weren't for Dao Zun, it would be more seamless."

The corners of Shu Yao's lips raised even higher.

Po Jun felt that something was wrong.

Due to Daoist...

Wait a minute, because of Daoist?

He suddenly recalled it, and looked at Wei Heng who had been silent for a while, causing the furious Po Jun to forget his existence.

Po Jun: "..." It seems to be over.

Shu Yao's tone was lazy, but his face-changing voice penetrated into people's hearts like honey, so sweet that people's hearts were full of fragrance.

Po Jun abruptly took out the knife from the honey.

Shu Yao: "Is this what you mean by helping me cover up my identity? If it weren't for the mutual understanding between me and Ah Heng, thanks to you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to hide my identity in front of him."

When he turned his head to ask Wei Heng, the knife hidden in the tone of his voice disappeared without a trace, it is really touching that can melt into the heart:

"Do I look good this way?"

Wei Heng replied without thinking: "It looks good."

"Is that my original good looks or my good looks now?"

The tightrope walking on the edge of life and death has been walked too much, no matter how slow the reaction is, and if you don't understand the style, you will always develop an extraordinary induction.

For example, Wei Heng at this moment.

He remained calm and replied according to his own will: "Whatever you like looks good."

Wei Heng actually didn't know the reason for Shu Yao's women's clothing.

But he didn't think it mattered that much.

All he had to do was hold the sword in front of Shu Yao and let him choose the one he liked, as he wished, without being disturbed by gossip.

Breaking the military:"……"

So I was worried for a long time when Daoist Master saw that his eyes were open, and there is no drama where you are obsessed with ghosts and push the boat along the water, does it?

Brothers who have been beaten for a hundred years can be thrown away casually in front of lovers playing with each other, right?

Yes.

Shu Yao proved this with practical actions.

When the three of them reappeared, Wei Heng was undoubtedly the same as usual, Shu Yao was refreshed and radiant, only Po Jun——

Only Po Jun, without the raging rage when he entered, made people worry that he could not wait to get rid of his anger immediately, although he was still handsome, somehow there was a bit more disgraced and depressed.

Who moved the hand, do you even need to ask?

Everyone immediately shut up obediently and kept silent like a cicada.

I really didn't expect Daozun to be such a Daozun.

Not even the slag Mo Dao Mozun Tianyao and the two said, Po Junshi couldn't bear to use his hands, and he still had to be beaten by the sun and the moon.

But they dare not speak.

After all, Riyuezhaobi even beat the Pojun envoy, so everyone was still afraid.

Alas, this ugly world.

When you go back, you have to have a good talk with your friends, let them keep their eyes open, and don't be deceived.

Only Jiang Changxing didn't know why, so he asked the three of them: "Trouble your mind, the illusion of the mind, you have been in it for a long time, is there any wear and tear?"

"not much."

As soon as this was mentioned, Po Jun became overwhelmed, and the gloomy look disappeared from his brows and eyes: "The illusion of the heart is very good."

Black mist: "???"

Should I thank you for complimenting me?

Po Jun sighed: "It's rare that someone is willing to listen to me quietly. If I don't pay attention, I will inevitably say a few more words when I am happy. Forgive me."

"..."

So is this the reason why you stay in the demonic realm and refuse to come out?

For a moment, everyone didn't know whether to sympathize with Po Jun, who no one was willing to listen to him, or to sympathize with the demon who was forced to listen.

"Since they are all out, why not go to the residence of the Demon King immediately."

Only the Overhanging Mountain Master's focus remains unwavering.

He doesn't care about the love entanglement between Dao Zun and Mo Dao, gossip and gossip.

I also don't want to know about the three demons and encounters in the secret realm.

He has become a clear stream among the immortals who are full of distracting thoughts.

They still keep firmly in mind the purpose of their trip, and want to achieve it as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

******

"Before I left the secret realm, I had a special meeting with the Demon King and persuaded him."

Even if he was pissed off by the unworthy junior, Bugu Xiandao, and wanted to say goodbye to this filthy world completely——

After all, Monk Bukong is a Buddhist monk who has ideals and ambitions, and is willing to stay under the abyss for 300 years for his ideals.

Reality has to be faced.

The business is to wipe away the tears.

Monk Bukong said slowly, which made Abbot Jiekong nervous:

"Master wants to use the hands of the demon king to get rid of the army-breaking envoy who entered the secret realm this time? But the demon king is born of evil spirits, so he must be moody, fierce and tyrannical. What did master promise him?"

Abbot Jiekong was worried and worried a lot.

Although he, like Abbot Fukong, is happy to borrow a knife to kill someone, but a knife is just a knife.

It doesn't mean it helped them kill someone, it's just a good knife.

At critical moments, the knife must be melted down to avoid future troubles.

Monk Bukong smiled unhurriedly.

He has been worshiping the Buddha for hundreds of years, and the light of compassion and Buddha has long been fused into his bones. Even if he is talking about killing people and seeing blood, it looks like he is sitting and discussing the Dharma. It is extremely peaceful and peaceful:

"Don't worry too much, the immortal way is protected by you and me. If I negotiate terms with the devil king, how can I face the world?"

Monk Bukong is ashamed that he has no face to see the world, and he is a person of immortality.

In his eyes, Tian Xing Moxiu is a hidden danger that will erupt from time to time, an opponent who wants to kill and kill at all costs.

How can it be considered the world?

It can be seen that class discrimination is deeply rooted.

Monk Bukong: "I am persuading the demon king. The practitioners who come to the abyss come to weaken the source of the evil spirit. The demons born from the source of the evil spirit are all eaten by the devil's mouth. After hearing this, how can the devil bear to be tortured by the tiger?" The taste of snatching food?"

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

and many more? ? ?

Although people in the immortal way are unreliable in various ways.

But this demon king who is willing to make a knife for a bite of food, and fight to the death with the next life, doesn't sound very reliable, does he?

Is it really okay to use the less reliable to deal with the less reliable?

Due to his respect for Master, Abbot Jiekong swallowed his questions silently without saying a word.

Abbot Jiekong smiled complacently, turned around the deep ravines on his face, and the wrinkles engraved with wind and frost were like nicks, and all sharp and aggressive meanings were also hidden.

Like a Buddha, people dare not have any disgusting and disrespectful thoughts, they can only look at his face hidden in the gold leaf of cigarettes, and sigh the mercy of the gods and Buddhas.

"The immortals and demons gather together, and the demon king can't defeat him. I persuade him to release the original evil spirit in the center of the abyss and let it out completely."

"The demons are born with evil spirits, longing for the blood of their own race. In essence, they yearn for evil spirits. For them, the original evil spirits that are not restricted by restrictions are a nourishing taste that is out of the world. They must not let go of that rare opportunity. Ten thousand demons Come to court."

Speaking of this, Abbot Jiekong already understood the intention of Monk Bukong.

They are mentors and apprentices, the torch is passed on from generation to generation, and ideas are passed on.

It is far more than the master-student pair of Abbot Jiekong and Monk Bukong.

The inheritance of Liudao Temple for thousands of years has been ordinary.

When all the demons come to court, no matter how powerful the Mahayana is, he can go to heaven and earth, but first, he must resist the intrusion of the original evil spirit accumulated over thousands of years, and second, he must be distracted and pay attention to hundreds of millions of demons, so don't do it carelessly. Blood in their mouths—

What kind of chaotic hell on earth is that?

Of course you can't protect yourself.

The Demon King also had the opportunity for Shapojun to thank Abbot Fukong who gave him an idea.

The pulsating light in Abbot Bukong's eyes is like a bit of fire on the oil lamp passed down by Liudao Temple for many years. With the hard work of him and Liudao Temple's generations of predecessors as the core, all the vitality and youth in their lives have been burned.

Not only does it not feel bright and shining, on the contrary, the flame of youthful ambition is more and more old when it is illuminated by Bukong Monk.

There is such a gloomy sense of discomfort

"Once the original restriction of evil spirit is released, the Ziwei star will be weak, and it will not be able to hold back. The evil spirit will permeate the world with the broken seal, and Ziwei City will bear the brunt."

The location of Ziwei City is quite delicate.

It happened to be in the middle of the two paths of immortals and demons. Due to the transcendent status of the Ziwei secret realm, no one would touch the two realms of immortals and demons, and it was enough to maintain the secret realm on weekdays.

And the painstaking efforts of generations of ancestors of Liudao Temple should also come in handy.

Few people in the world know that there is a far more majestic seal near the secret place of Ziwei used as a seal.

It was cast by the ancestors of the Liudao Temple in various generations, at the price of abandoning reincarnation and not entering reincarnation, and at the cost of the soul being harassed and tortured by evil spirits, for today's monk Bukong.

Just waiting for the evil spirit to enter the world, then completely separate the two worlds of immortals and demons, allowing the evil way to be gradually invaded by the evil spirit, and become a place of death.

Afterwards, even if there are demons born from the dead, they will not be able to break through the seal of Liudao Temple.

"With the original evil energy dominating the demonic way, acting as the yin and yang, the yin and yang will eventually return to balance. Although the Ziwei star will be broken due to the destruction of the seal, after the yin and yang are balanced, it will not be difficult for the heaven to drop another one."

"Ziwei star descends again, and then seals the evil spirit into a new abyss. We destroy all the classics of magic, and now the world will be free of demons, and it will be peaceful."

Monk Bukong smiled slightly, and the wrinkles stretched out from his face, like a Bodhisattva raising his eyebrows and a Vajra narrowing his eyes.

One sentence explains Bukong Monk's thoughts:

It's better to be dead than to be alive.

Ziweixing: "???"

I have worked hard to balance Yin and Yang for you for so many years, but now you want to destroy me as a pawn that can be easily thrown away?

Do you still have a little bit of compassion in Buddhism?

Is it bullying that I am weak now, can't the thunder from the sky strike you to death?

"However, master, there is one thing that should be paid attention to."

Abbot Jiekong seemed to have made up his mind, and said: "Even though people in the devil way should be killed, we must ensure that the people of the immortal way in the abyss are safe."

All right, all is well.

Abbot Bukong sighed sadly.

The balance of power in this is very delicate, which is very thought-provoking.

It is really difficult to destroy a demon.

Seeing his demeanor, Abbot Jiekong thought that Abbot Bukong wanted to give up these unscrupulous juniors, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Master! No matter how absurd the actions of the immortals, the crime is not worthy of death. Think twice!"

Thinking of the secret history of Xuanshan, Monk Bukong couldn't laugh or sigh.

He was a little dazed.

Is such a fairy way really necessary?

Do you want to destroy it together with Mo Dao and start over?

Alas, it is really difficult to destroy a demon way and save the world.

******

"I know what you're here for."

After all, the devil is a devil, and his appearance is very different from those miserable demons with three heads and six arms outside.

He is very lacklustre, he is not surrounded by a hundred thousand demons, respecting him as king, nor is he decorated with gorgeous clothes and a dazzling crown.

If it wasn't for being too pale and thin, he would even look like a thin young man who could be called handsome.

When he goes out, he will be told by a kind aunt to take an extra spoonful of rice to eat more to nourish his body.

In fact, everyone is also very curious.

In the center of the abyss, there is the source of solitary evil, and there is a steady stream of demons crawling out of it every day, all of which are the blood of the demon king alone.

How did he manage to eat so much and still be so thin?

They looked at the thin, thin, delicate and pale Demon King, and then at the earthen hut behind him, which was just big enough to accommodate a bed, and was crowded even at the entrance of the Demon King, and they refreshed their understanding once again.

In everyone's perception, the peak of the Mahayana, should it be like a demon king breaking the army, living in a golden tower surrounded by thousands of steps like climbing clouds, or should it be like Wei Heng and the Hanging Mountain Lord, high above and isolated from others? hubbub.

The residence of the devil king is an eye-opener.

The Demon King saw them all in a trance, and said displeasedly: "I am the king of the Demon Race. Since you have come here, you must have asked for me. You have asked for me, but you don't want to listen to me?"

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "...No."

They really didn't ask the Demon King.

They came to fight the devil.

The devil didn't listen, and said to himself: "Or my blood food is too delicious, distracting you so that you have no time to care about others?"

"..."

Gu Chi wrote from the bottom of his heart, sincerely: "Comparatively speaking, it is more reliable to be shocked by the luxury of your palace with one floor, one room, and one bed."

Seeing her boasting so much, the devil's expression softened, and he couldn't hide his joy: "Even if you have some discernment, you should know that this is the most exquisite palace in the abyss."

"..."

"Breaking the military envoy."

Gu Chibi turned his head and called out to Po Jun, "If we surrender the Demon King, can we take him to the Demon Palace to open his eyes?"

Po Jun knew what he meant, and sang along: "The greedy wolf saw that I brought all the dirty and smelly things into his palace, so he was so angry that he demolished the palace again. It happened that he was letting Xuetian live in this palace, and it was not pleasing to the eye for a long time. .”

Magic Palace: "???"

So what is it doing wrong?

When Xuetian was around, it would be dismantled by the big devil Tanlang to vent his anger.

After finally waiting for that big devil to become my master, I thought I could live a peaceful life for a few days, but it still had to be dismantled by that big devil.

The taunts of Gu Chibi and Po Jun are a bit advanced for the Demon King.

He stubbornly insisted on his own opinion: "I know that you came here to covet my blood and want to take them all away."

Shu Yao and Wei Heng didn't hear what the devil said.

They whispered, one raised their eyebrows, the other lowered their eyes, and there was boundless affection between them.

Shu Yao said: "Breaking the army has ruined my reputation. I am clearly not the kind of person who wants to smash the magic palace just because it makes Xuetian."

Wei Heng said: "I believe in you, don't pay attention to what others say."

Magic Palace: "???"

On the other side, Jiang Yunya did not speak to his three players and the head of Xuanshan.

They were able to break through all difficulties, watching "Tianyao" Wei Heng Qingqing, still maintaining the dignity and decency of the six suzerains, they have exhausted all their strength.

do not want to talk.

No idea.

Only the owner of the inverted mountain remembered to refute the demon king. He raised his brows and his expression was as cold and stern as a mountain rock: "The demon king thinks too much. My whole group came here to weaken the source of the devil energy, not to covet your blood."

The Demon King said: "Blood food comes from the source of evil spirit."

Seeing with their own eyes the demons' addiction to food, everyone suddenly felt guilty about killing their lives and cutting off their children and grandchildren.

Demon King: "Weaken the source of the evil spirit, and the blood will disappear."

Master Daoxuanshan thought about this logic for a while, but couldn't refute it.

The devil came to a conclusion and insisted: "So, you just want my blood food, you covet my blood food."

"..."

"Let it snow?"

Po Jun tentatively asked: "Is that you? Did you take away the Demon King?"

Shu Yao: "Devil King, have you seen a man wearing white clothes and carrying a sword not long ago, not too ugly to look at, he must have been injured a little?"

Po Jun: "Devil King, did you have a good conversation with him and admire him so much that you imitated his speaking style?"

The Demon King was stunned by them and showed a little bewildered expression.

It's not like a demon king who can make people frightened just by hearing the name, but more like a student who was suddenly tested by the teacher and was at a loss:

"Who is that person you speak of?"

"It's good if you haven't seen it."

Commander Po Jun let out a long breath.

"It's good if you haven't seen it."

With Wei Heng by his side, Shu Yao was obviously in a good mood, and he had the leisure to persuade the Demon King: "Devil King, listen to me, if you can live under our hands to meet that person—"

Po Jun took it smoothly: "Don't just talk to him because he looks good and easy to get along with."

Demon King: "..."

His determination to protect the blood food was completely dispelled by the two of them, and he became completely confused.

Shu Yao said solemnly: "Because that person is terrifying, and he is a master of knowledge."

Po Jun: "He has boundless mana and supernatural powers."

Shu Yao put an end to their performance, which was like a storyteller on a stage, each of them said loudly: "So as soon as you talk to him, you will become a cicada. But I don't think you need to be afraid, you are bleeding every mouthful now If the food is good, you can also go and pay respects to Ren Xuetian."

Each of them said a sentence, with a circumflex tone and a stagnant rhythm, which made others speechless.

Because of divination, Jiang Yunya, who is most sensitive to spiritual sense, felt a little strange: "Is the friendship between Tianyao of the Demon Dao and Pojunshi so good? They have a tacit understanding so far."

As a result, he was first glanced at by Xuan and the peak master, and then looked down upon by the dean of the academy.

Master Xuan and Peak were very sympathetic: "Sect Master Jiang has never experienced it, so he doesn't know."

I don't know that the friendship between sisters and friends is stronger than gold.

The dean of the academy was very disdainful: "Don't use your thoughts to speculate on others."

How many years has it been since Xiandao was established, and they still see the difference between men and women with colored glasses.

Have you ever seen a sword cultivator next door who is willing to live a lifetime with one sword?

It can be seen that love and Taoism are actually dispensable and irrelevant.

Jiang Yunya: "???"

More than one head is big.

The Demon King was also overwhelmed by their thoughts.

Monk Bukong's admonition kept lingering in his mind, buzzing, lingering.

Thinking that his blood food was about to be wiped out, the Demon King felt that just thinking about it was unbearable.

He looks crazy, but his heart is calm.

According to the warning of the monk Bukong, the restriction of the original evil spirit was opened.

In fact, this is not very noticeable.

After all, the devil is born of evil spirit, and the place where he is is the center of evil spirit.

It was so thick that it dazzled the eyes, and it was hard to see clearly if it was more or less.

Why do people think it's wrong?

It was Jiang Yunya, who had been sluggish all this time, who suddenly cheered up and shouted loudly: "I want to play cards!"