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

No matter when and where, the word "kill" is not very auspicious.

As a mahayana demon cultivator, the Lord of the Seventh Realm is one of the few figures in the Heavenly Punishment, and the number of people killed by his subordinates is also uncountable. Of course, he will not care about this ominous omen.

What he cares about is the name used after killing: "Jie Kong? The one from Liudao Temple is Jian Kong? Did he offend you?"

Rang Xuetian: "..."

Do you still have to ask questions like this to lead the way?

His world suddenly snowed, and he suddenly couldn't bear it.

The Lord of the Seventh Region didn't realize the danger was imminent, so he said to himself: "Tanlang doesn't seem to like Jiekong either. If you kill him, Tanlang will probably be happy."

Rang Xuetian: "..."

The Lord of the Seventh Region's words successfully dispelled most of his anger towards Jie Kong after he wanted to kill him.

The Lord of the Seventh Region pondered Shu Yao's temper: "But maybe, Tanlang might think that you are deliberately stealing other people's heads and not giving him face."

Rang Xuetian: "..."

Not long after climbing into the human world, Xuetian's mentality collapsed after a long absence.

How did the Lord of the Seven Regions manage to make him swing repeatedly between killing and not killing, and jump left and right?

"That's right." The Seventh Domain Lord finally realized the point, "Mozun, why do you want to kill all empty?"

Recently, he was writing the secret history of the Demon Lord with great enthusiasm, his mind was full of waste, and he opened his mouth and said: "You have lived in the abyss for a long time, Demon Lord, and you may not know something. Recently, there is a secret history of Liudao Temple that is very popular. A story about coveting wolves but not getting them."

"Is that so?"

After hearing this, Xue Tian seemed to be in a pretty good mood: "If I have a chance, I will definitely buy a few more copies to show my support."

Soon, the next guess of the Lord of the Seventh Region made him unable to laugh:

"Mozun, you have no grievances with Abbot Jiekong. He is a pure and secluded monk, so he should not have any entanglements with you. Could it be that he is trapped in love like a greedy wolf, so he looks down on Abbot Jiekong?" Pleasant?"

Jean Xuetian: "???"

Although in front of them was the invisible confrontation between the previous Demon Lord and the Lord of the Seven Regions, and as juniors, they couldn't get in the way, but the eye contact would never stop, and it would never stop.

Gu Chibi listened intently, for fear of missing even the slightest bit of content, which would disturb her arrangement for the new book of secret history.

Fortunately, previous experiences have taught Xue Tian never to get entangled in a topic with this group of people.

He can keep it simple: "Wei Heng is nearby, let's go."

It is extremely cold under the sudden snow sword in his world, and the place is covered with ice and snow, so the snowy sky has a natural advantage, so he uses the ice and snow to escape thousands of miles.

The Lord of the Seventh Region knew that he couldn't beat him, so he was obedient and let Xue Tian take him away.

Of course, it is impossible to stop with one mouth.

The Lord of the Seventh Region was quite surprised: "I thought that Demon Venerable would take the opportunity to compete with Dao Venerable here."

Let Xuetian really wonder if he should thank the Lord of the Seventh Region for his trust in his strength and courage.

The Lord of the Seventh Region said: "Although it is estimated that you can't beat the Demon Venerable Dao Venerable, but you have a hostage in your hand that you can use, and it is considered even."

Rang Xuetian: "..."

His sword light pierced through the void for thousands of miles, and said calmly: "Wei Heng didn't interfere with my business, he didn't block my way, and he didn't deceive and mislead me. Even if you want to kill Greedy Wolf, you can't do without him. Time is also more important than Abbot Wukong."

"Get in your way...block your way...deceive and mislead you..."

Every time he uttered a word, the Lord of the Seven Regions would be amazed.

He clicked his tongue and said, "Could it be that Mozun, you are not only disturbed by Abbot Jiekong's affection, but you also have feelings for him, and after you two fell in love with each other for a while, you found that the one he admired in his heart is actually Greedy Wolf?"

After that, things were very logical.

"You have entered Gu Sha, and since then you have hated Tan Lang and Abbot Jie Kong, and you will not hesitate to turn against Tan Lang. However, time will heal all wounds after all, and you still have empathy for Seven Kills..."

It's a pity.

Yin and Yang are separated, life and death are separated.

Could it be explained in this way?

The three juniors certainly couldn't believe it, but after thinking about it carefully, they found that it was logically reasonable, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

They couldn't help worrying about their own safety.

Melon is indeed sweet and delicious, but it must be eaten to death.

Only Gu Chibi was in good spirits, without any panic.

It may be that he has thought about how to write a new book of secret history.

Let Xuetian hold the hand of the sudden snow in the world and shake it.

His sword light also trembled violently.

Let Xuetian turn his head, his face was already ashen, he paused every word, and gritted his teeth: "Seventh Princess!"

"If you hadn't needed you to lead the way to Liudao Temple, you would have become the dead soul of my sword in the sudden snow!"

"Sounds a little dangerous."

The Lord of the Seventh Region pondered: "Do you need me to praise the Demon Lord that you have a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, and separate public and private?"

Let Xuetian suddenly not want to kill the Lord of the Seventh Region.

It's good to keep Shu Yao alone.

******

Abbot Jiekong, whom they missed, stood in the center of Liudao Temple, in front of the tallest building, with plain cassocks and ordinary eyes.

But standing under the noon sun and under the harsh reflection of the golden lacquered glazed tiles, he seemed to be covered with the light of Buddha.

When he opened his mouth, the voice slowly overflowing from his throat was sonorous and clear, with a charm like Sanskrit singing, worthy of the status of the abbot of Liudao Temple.

The Buddhist master who has been reclusive for many years, when he appears on the stage, he must be majestic and amaze the world, so that he can be worthy of the ten thousand years of silence before.

What Abbot Jiekong said was the most important event in the world, he was the demon king born from the evil spirit in the abyss.

Hearing a few words from Abbot Jiekong, the heads of each faction and the head of each family, they couldn't help but feel worried:

"Unexpectedly, under the Ziwei Secret Realm, there is such a dangerous place as the abyss."

Just listening to them, they couldn't help worrying: "The abyss demons were born from the blood demons left by Gusha. They must be far more cruel and tyrannical than the demon cultivators of Gusha's lineage. They only know how to kill. In the abyss It’s okay for them to be dog-eat-dog next time, but if they go to the human world, how can they be better?”

Abbot Jie Kong sighed, with a bodhisattva's brows pitying the misery of the world: "This is a great misfortune in my world, but all of you present are the mainstay of my immortal way. In terms of emotion and reason, I shouldn't hide it from you."

When everyone was praised by him, they all became ecstatic.

It is true that Abbot Jiekong escapes the world, but he is still the sure master of the six sects. There are countless people in the immortal way, how many people can be treated with courtesy and friendship with him in the same generation?

Since they entered the Liudao Temple, they have been bathed in the Buddha's light and listened to the witty sayings. They don't feel that the heart they have cultivated for many years is too frivolous. Down.

But it’s not without a reason, most of them are newcomers to Mahayana, and some of them don’t even reach the threshold of Mahayana, before the illusion left by Abbot Jiekong and the ancestors of Liudao Temple, naturally there is not much left to resist force.

Abbot Jiekong was also satisfied with their situation.

He hid all his emotions deep in his heart, stroked his beard and said:

"The demon king has been brought up to the human world by the demon venerable. The poor monk said in the post that he invited you that he was attacked by a demon and he was injured. The demon who specially invited you to come to discuss one or two is the demon king, not the demon cultivator. .”

Everyone's pupils constricted.

An elderly family head trembled: "This is too ridiculous!"

He is old, and he has always been used to dealing with the sect's family, and he speaks with a sense of proportion, leaving a three-point turn around in a smooth arc.

The other helmsmen are not as good-natured as him.

Immediately, the younger and more vigorous suzerain spat, and said fiercely: "What a greedy wolf envoy! What a demon!"

The hatred in his words is too strong, almost to the bone, if people who don't know it, they can't think that Shu Yao has the hatred of killing his father and taking his wife with him.

If it was in normal times, everyone would definitely feel that something was wrong, so they would stop him, lest the young suzerain would get deeper and deeper.

But today, none of them felt that there was something wrong.

On the contrary, they were infected by the words of the young suzerain, and the hatred in their hearts became stronger, and the anger became hotter, burning their hearts into confusion and anxiety, and they even vented their anger on the bluestone bricks on the ground, wishing to chop their feet to it It's good to grind it to pieces.

What they can't see is that beyond the illusion, Jiekong Temple is still a simple temple in the countryside.

And they stood among the small temples in the countryside, each of them had red eyes and looked like crazy demons, with strands of black air emerging from their bodies, gurgling and converging towards the eyes of Jiekong Temple.

The eyes of Jiekong Temple stretch through tens of millions of miles underground, linking to the secret realm of Ziwei.

In the secret room, Abbot Wuchen watched the crazy scene outside through the ingeniously designed skylight, and sighed silently.

He could only sigh silently.

Because the blood overflowed between his lips and tongue, every time Abbot Wu Chen read a word, the blood couldn't stop choking his throat.

The demon king opposite him was unmoved, like a beast out of the cage to choose and devour, with only appetite and killing in its eyes.

"Killing demons with demons is an act that demon cultivators don't even bother to do."

Abbot Wuchen's voice was hoarse, almost out of tune.

He practiced Wuwang Temple's highest mind law, and practiced it to the depths. His eyes could see the cycle of cause and effect in the world, and he could see through emptiness.

Naturally, he also saw through the schemes of Abbot Jiekong, Monk Bukong, and even the ancestors of Liudao Temple.

Monk Bukong suppressed his smile and said coldly: "My name is Bukong."

Abbot Wuchen: "..."

Could it be that he wants to boast that his dharma name matches his apprentice's Jie Kong quite well, that he has a master-student karma?

Abbot Wuchen wondered.

But my dharma name is Wuchen, and I didn't catch anyone, so I forced others to say that my dharma name matches the name of the sect of Wuwang Temple, so it should be the fate of the abbot?

Fortunately, Abbot Wuchen was seriously injured and exhausted, which saved Monk Bukong from a disaster of tongue-in-cheek, and he was able to continue to speak on his own:

"The hell is not empty, and those who swear not to become a Buddha are not empty."

Abbot Wuchen spat out blood.

He wiped the blood from his lips, and said slowly: "The way of the devil is not hell, and you are not a Bodhisattva."

A Bodhisattva crosses people with his heart.

Bukong's so-called crossing means crossing with demons to kill demons.

Abbot Wuchen said: "Now that you can use Gu Sha and the Demon Race as a knife in your hand, it shows that you are no different from them, and maybe you will become a knife in someone else's hand someday."

He was short of breath, and stopped word by word, and he would have to rest for a long time after speaking a group of longer words.

But he angered Monk Bukong, who had the attitude of a high-ranking winner.

His expression darkened, his voice was low like a growl, with a bit of anger: "I don't understand. Some people can't cross them at all. If they cross them, they will leave endless troubles. We can only kill the weeds and root them out. .”

"No, I understand."

Abbot Wuchen said.

He was stained with blood, and his disheveled face had a complex expression, both compassionate and relieved, as if he had predicted the end of Monk Bukong:

"You are right, some people cannot cross."

"It can only be killed."

Regardless of whether some people can cross or not, the demon king blinded by blood food is definitely not in that range.

He poked his head greedily out the window.

The crowd outside the window was fanatical, their hatred became more acute, their curses became louder, and their blackness grew.

The devil doesn't care about that.

To him, the people outside the window are just fresh and delicious food, which can satisfy the hunger in the stomach.

The iron locks collided and rustled, and the clumsy and heavy iron door opened with a tooth-piercing sound.

The devil walked out of the secret room, and was about to step out of the Buddha statue to hunt outside to his heart's content.

Abbot Wuchen opened his mouth. He wanted to chant sutras, but he couldn't pronounce a single word.

The crowd outside was furious.

"Kill the seven kills, kill the previous Demon Lord, that's their own dog-eat-dog dog-eat-dog killing. We can't control it, and we don't bother to care about it, but now the Demon Lord brought the Demon King to the world, clearly plotting to kill us in the immortal way." Killing, how can people bear it?"

Someone sneered, showing off his knowledge in disdain: "I also said a few days ago that I was too naive to think that everything would be safe and sound if the Demon Dao was replaced by the Demon Lord. How could this Demon Lord be a fuel-efficient lamp? "

"When he was the envoy of Greedy Wolf, he acted like a storm, and his wrists were ruthless, that is to say, the Demon Lord was blinded by his beauty back then, so he was unscrupulous. Now the same trick is going to be used on our immortals and Taoists."

They thought that Shu Yao wasn't there, so they spoke freely and condemned every word.

Such a greasy and exaggerated attitude is nothing to see. The abbot also frowned slightly in his heart.

But that's fine.

The stronger the negative emotions, the stronger the evil spirit.

Although the people here are not as good as the six sect masters, they can be regarded as first-class figures in the immortal way. If dozens or hundreds of them gather in one place, the evil spirit they produce is not easy to deal with.

The precarious seal of the Ziwei Secret Realm was naturally unable to withstand it.

"What is that! Who is walking out of the hall?"

Someone exclaimed.

Accompanied by his exclamation, everyone present saw the face of the Demon King.

The first thing they pay attention to is not the handsome face like a teenager, but the pair of eyes that once they are targeted, they have nowhere to escape like prey, and the spine sends chills.

Everyone was even more flustered, and there were many people who turned pale with fright: "The devil king was clearly subdued by the abbot, so how could he come out again to cause trouble?"

"Could it be that the devil's self-healing ability is so strong?"

The more they thought about it, the more confused they became.

Abbot Jieku's smile caught in his wrinkles deepened.

The redness in the Demon King's eyes gradually faded, and everyone was no longer as irrational as before.

Because a person appeared out of nowhere.

He seemed to come from the sky, disappeared in one second, and walked in Liudao Temple like walking on the ground in the next second.

That person is not considered young, at least he is past the age of a young and frivolous boy with a passion for blood.

It is not too old, and it will definitely not reach the middle-aged age that people have to worry about his hard work, his body can't bear it, and he dare not hand over the burden to him.

It is just right, you can rest assured to entrust you with great trust and heavy burdens, calm and reliable appearance.

Abbot Jiekong's expression changed as he grasped the chance of victory.

When Ren Linliu appeared in his Liudao Temple, Abbot Jiekong secretly thought it was bad.

Ren Linliu has not been seen for 300 years, and his reputation has been buried. Even in his heyday hundreds of years ago, Wei Heng's reputation in the Immortal Dao is not as high as it is today.

It is by no means that he is inferior to Wei Heng.

Could it be that the one who can teach his three apprentices is just an idler?

Ren Linliu was an unexpected variable in the overall layout of Abbot Jiekong and Monk Bukong.

Live up to expectations, Ren Linliu breaks the environment the fastest, and stirs up things the most actively.

He first drew his sword out of its sheath to stop the Demon King, and then said to everyone in a gentle voice: "Everyone, calm down for now, please be safe and don't be impatient, I'm—"

He originally wanted to say that Xuanshan was Ren Linliu.

But when Ren Linliu thought about it, during the more than 300 years he was not in the world, his three apprentices obviously did not do enough propaganda work for him.

Don't say it's moving, set up a shrine to worship.

Judging from Wan Xiaoniang's reaction, I am afraid that there is no such person's treatment in the world.

Even if he announced his own name, to the irrational people present, he was just a cat or a dog who didn't care, and he couldn't shock everyone.

Even if it's not being filial to the apprentices, hating iron for steel if you are ignorant, and lamenting that you have raised three white-eyed wolves, things always have to be done.

Ren Linliu's thoughts turned, and he quickly changed his words: "We are in Xiaxuanshan Weiheng."

Sure enough, when everyone heard Wei Heng's name, the first thing they thought of was Sun Moon Zhao Bi, No. [-] in the world.

No matter how many low-level speculations and complaints they had in their hearts, they paused because of the deep majesty and sharpness behind these words.

Raising an apprentice for a thousand days is for the purpose of this moment.

Thinking about the overall situation, my second apprentice wouldn't mind me using his name.

Ren Linliu was proud of his quick wit.

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

He was also really afraid that Ren Linliu would open his mouth and say that you and Xiaoniang Wan want to live a good life, so he simply squatted aside quietly and watched with cold eyes what tricks Ren Linliu could come up with.

At the same time, Ren Linliu tapped a few times on the sword with his fingers, with a clear sound of dong dong, emitting sword energy invisible.

Abbot Jiekong's complexion changed.

He hastily closed his eyes, trying to counter Ren Linliu's sword energy by reciting the Heart Sutra silently, only to realize when he was chanting that all the energy he had transmitted outside when he opened his mouth through the Heart Sutra was completely blocked by the sword energy.

Everyone present gradually became more sober.

Monk Bukong shook his head silently in the inner room: "This old friend of mine is capable of bad things, and he is soft-hearted where he should not be soft-hearted. It was like this 300 years ago."

Fortunately, all the grievances that should have been exhausted.

Ren Linliu found that the people in the immortal way looked at him strangely, and there was something in his eagerness that he couldn't say.

Probably after recollection, they fell into the illusion that Abbot Jiekong used his voice to stimulate, lost control of their emotions, and the situation was critical. Thank him for his rescue.

Ren Linliu swept across the audience with a smile, thinking so.

A suzerain shook his muddy mind and murmured in a low voice, "Didn't you say that Zun Fengshen is outstanding? Why doesn't it look like that now?"

Ren Linliu: "???"

His smile froze.

Is it true that today's immortals judge people by their appearance?

The friends who made good friends with the suzerain can't recall what they have experienced before, and they are at a loss for their emotions that come and go inexplicably.

But it doesn't matter.

He subconsciously echoed his friend: "Yes."

The man paused, and sighed: "I don't know how Dao Zun's first disciple, Mo Zun and Tian Yao are attracted to Dao Zun?"

These three are the first-class beauties in the world.

It is obviously impossible to be impressed by the appearance.

Could this be the number one personality charm in the world?

It can be seen that the efficiency of Xiandao's dispelling rumors is worrying. Except for a few insiders of the Six Sects, the impression of Shu Yao and Tanlangshi is still that they are two people.

Rumors were spread very quickly, and rumors about Tian Yao were also uploaded.

Ren Linliu: "???"

Trembling, he stretched out his hand that was not holding the sword, and counted his fingers.

Dao Zun's first disciple, Mo Zun, Tian Yao...

Sure, it's three people.

My second disciple, who has a clear heart and a bright and bright mind, and who has a Taoist companion is enough to make people happily set off a firecracker to celebrate——

Is it still the one in your impression? ? ?

unreasonable? ? ?

Stepping on three boats? ? ?

Ren Linliu was also at a loss.

Which one is the real Wei Heng?

Soon, Ren Linliu didn't have to be in a daze.

Wei Heng came to Liudao Temple with a sword in his white clothes.

In terms of appearance alone, he still looks like a young man, surprisingly handsome, but he can't attract the slightest bit of intimacy.

Liudao Temple has a majestic treasure hall, graceful double buildings, Buddha's voice to relieve worries, and bells ringing endlessly.

The winding fairy sound surrounds the high wall and curved bridge, and the colorful statues are carved on the beams.

The place where Wei Heng stood was only white clothes and blue bricks, and the sunlight shining down was a bit darker than other places because of the obstruction of the dense branches and leaves of pines and cypresses.

Because he stands there, it is more like a land of immortals than the magnificence of Liudao Temple, above the nine layers of clouds, it is pure and noble, spotless.

"This is not the original appearance of Liudao Temple, but a mirage."

"Where are Yao and others?"

From the beginning to the end, Wei Heng only asked these two sentences.

There were no unnecessary greetings, if Abbot Jiekong didn't answer, he would draw his sword.

It's that simple.

Seeing with his own eyes the sun and moon illuminating the beam of light coming out of the sheath, Abbot Jiekong frowned:

"Drawing the sword directly at Liudao Temple, isn't this the etiquette for the Taoist priest to be the leader of the immortal sect?"

"you are wrong."

Wei Heng waited for him to finish, and answered him calmly: "You can talk to me in the intact Liudao Temple, this is already my etiquette as the leader of the Immortal Dao."

Everyone: "???"

So which one is the real Taoist?

******

Let Xue Tian and his party actually set off before Wei Heng.

But when they arrived near Liudao Temple before Wei Heng, the Lord of the Seven Regions looked at the splendid Liudao Temple not far away, and said with certainty:

"It must be a fake. I have been in Liudao Temple. How could it be a small ruined temple in the countryside? It must be an illusion released to confuse others, so that people can't find its real body."

After finishing speaking, the Lord of the Seventh Region snorted lightly: "I'm not stupid, how could I be concealed by the little phantom?"

Let Xue Tian think that the Lord of the Seventh Region doesn't need to gamble with his life in his hands. Seeing that Shu Yao is empty, the Lord of the Seventh Region can get away, so he believes him.

Then they quit and walked again according to the instructions of the Lord of the Seventh Region, and still walked under this plaque.

The Lord of the Seven Regions looked horrified: "Could it be that the book ghost hit the wall?"

"Compared to ghosts hitting the wall, I would rather believe that this is a real Six Paths Temple."

Let Xuetian look up at the plaque leisurely for a long time, then walked in with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a faint sigh:

"How did Greedy Wolf endure that you haven't drawn your sword until today?"

Lord of the Seven Domains: "..."

In fact, it has been pulled out many times.

Yin Changyan seemed to realize something: "No wonder the seventh senior wants to call himself a disciple of my Daoxuan Jianshan."

It turned out that it was to prepare a way out in advance for myself under the cold voice and shadow.

******

In the illusion, Shu Yao raised his hand to Jiekong Temple thousands of years ago, and then wanted to call the thunder to strike.

The weather was as usual, but the thunder did not respond.

Shu Yao's brows and eyes didn't move, only the fingertips on Han Sheng Ji Ying clenched so hard that they turned white.

This time, the sword body of the cold sound and shadow pierced the wind, and the front finger of the sword edge was raised. It was Shu Yao's most primitive sword style practiced by Shu Yao for the first time.

The monks talked and laughed as before, and the sky remained clear.

No one escaped from panic, and there was no thunderous response.

He seemed to be excluded from this world independently, the monks could not see him, and neither could Heaven.

"Why?"

Shu Yao asked softly.

He no longer drew his sword in vain, put away the edge of the sword, found a shaded place to sit down, rested his chin on the hilt of the sword, and looked up at the sky.

That was a relatively defensive stance.

He wasn't as angry and angry as he thought, and he didn't have much resentment.

Like someone who is used to being teased, just looking for an answer:

"I don't covet the identity of the Heavenly Punishment Vein Master, nor do I covet the Thunder of Heaven's Punishment. It's just that what I want to do happens to fall on me, so I will do it."

"But you have to figure it out. First, I obtained these two things with the sword that can communicate with the will of heaven and the way that I have never done anything wrong in my life."

Shu Yao blinked, and the tip of her nose suddenly became a little sour: "I just want to fall in love, and have a taste of drinking a cup of wine with someone, why?"

He wanted to go out to see Wei Heng.