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

Shu Yao sat quietly under the tree, but the illusion refused to let him have peace.

The sound of the morning bell chanting scriptures in Liudao Temple is louder and louder, just like the waves of the ocean, one wave after another, shaking people's minds and minds.

Strange to say, it is supposed to be born pure and compassionate to all living beings. The bell ringing from Liudao Temple is almost like whispering of demons and ghosts crying at night. It reminds people of the darkest, most desperate, most resentful and powerless thing.

I wish I could stomp my feet and cry loudly, beat the ground to vent my anger.

I wish I could draw the sword in my hand and kill all living beings...

The faces of the monks also changed.

The gentleness and harmony are no longer there, and the evil ghosts who wish to choose others to eat them are ferocious and bite on them.

The cold and fresh breath of green grass, pines and cypresses in the ancient temple at the tip of the nose also quietly fades away, changing to another smell.

It is what Shu Yao is most familiar with, mixed with the pile of bones, the cruel and rusty smell of blood and fire from the passing of life.

Wait for him to take a closer look.

Where is the bloody mouth, Senbai Fang?Eyes are eyes, nose is nose, and the peace and tranquility of a human being is just the result of one's own illusion.

Whoever is, the most important three of the five senses of vision, hearing, smell, is subject to these shocks and changes back and forth, ranging from loss of calmness to severe loss of sanity.

Let alone Shu Yao?

For 300 years, he has walked faster and harder than others.

The prestige of Han Sheng Ji Ying is more famous than others, and the number of people killed by the sword is far more than others.

But Shu Yao didn't have the wish of the illusion.

He even had the leisure to pick up the bell one by one and flashed the past scenes before his eyes, "Well, first it's about the Shu family, then it's about the sect that first entered the demonic way, and then it's about the seven kills. Xuetian, and finally Wei Heng from Ziwei Secret Realm."

"that's it?"

Shu Yao raised his eyelids, feeling rather dull, but he refused to forgive others in his mouth:

"People sell miserably and pay attention to keeping pace with the times. Selling some new tricks attracts attention and attracts criticism. After all, it is a job to make money. How can it be done without a little thought?"

Mirage: "???"

What does this have to do with what I'm doing now?

It's incredible.

Are the professionalism requirements for illusions so high nowadays?

Shu Yao is even more unbelievable than him:

"I am a majestic Demon Lord. No matter how many spirit stone veins come to offer a reward, the head on the neck is not too much. If you want to take my life or lure me into a lonely ghost, just take this point and I will say it myself. Do you feel bored with old things tempting me?"

Mirage: "..."

It is silent.

if not?Is there any other operation?

Do you want it to compile 180 storybooks and add [-] rumors?

No, this is too difficult.

As a reclusive little sect in the countryside, the people I get along with every day, and those who make up me after my death are all hermit monks who have never seen the world.

It's really hard.

"But you have a point."

Shu Yao heard the sound of the ancient bell no longer beeping steadily, but trembling at small intervals one after another. The appearance of Liudao Temple in its heyday in front of him couldn't help twisting and turning like a reflection in the water waves.

Obviously, the illusion is a little bit broken.

He kindly put down his pursuit of victory, and turned to say: "If you only talk about my own experience, it can be said that most of the unlucky demon cultivators have similar lives. There is nothing to blame yourself, blame others, but Qisha and Rang Xuetian—"

Shu Yao changed the subject: "The unlucky Seven Kills made the sect appear strangely, and the reason why Xuetian thought that the law of heaven would not tolerate him, and made up his mind to go to Gusha is too inexplicable."

It was as if there was a hand behind the scenes, watching the various forms of the world come on stage like a well-arranged shadow puppet show in turn, and when necessary, push them to the road of Gusha.

The bell gradually rose.

Probably because Mirage saw this guy who didn't play cards according to the routine, and was finally infected by himself once, so he was very proud.

Shu Yao sighed: "I don't even know the words "Heavenly Punishment" that I practiced for myself. How many times I have said it, I am almost tired of it."

Even if it is a predestined destiny, it cannot stop him.

"Seven kills let Xue Tian naturally deserve to be killed, but if there is really a hand that pushed them, that person, of course, must be beheaded together!"

With a clang and clang of swords, like a roc spreading its wings, it dived into the blue sky, piercing the sky!

It is very inconsistent with the morning bell of the ancient temple hovering in the mountains, as if it is the first sharp stone breaking the mirror-like water.

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

Shu Yao's sword went from top to bottom, from the top to the Nine Heavens Outer Galaxy Universe, and the bottom of the [-]th layer of hell, mountains of knives and seas of fire, all of which were cut vertically by his sword, piercing through with one sword.

It seems to want to divide the whole world, the sky and the earth, into two, with clear boundaries.

The rippling buildings of Liudaoji Temple are twisted to the extreme.

The next moment, the treasure hall collapsed and the tower collapsed.

The whole world was destroyed behind Shu Yao.

The sword pierces the void.

Shu Yao didn't look back, but said: "I have practiced swords for many years, and the sword has never been more than thunderous. I think you must have something to say with Qisha in another world."

After finishing speaking, Shu Yao paused for a while.

The sigh overflowing from his throat was lower and more genuine: "I forgot that Seven Kills shouldn't be in that world."

******

Outside the illusion, the sun is rising, and the bright light it sets off is like a hurricane and violent waves, destroying everything.

With such momentum and such sword intent, where can I find a second one besides Sun and Moon Zhaobi?

The head of the Immortal Dao below even rarely sees Wei Heng on weekdays, let alone witnessing the sun and the moon shining out of their sheaths.

They immediately clicked their tongues and sighed in amazement: "Dao Zun has made a move. Looking at this battle, it seems that he is very angry."

Someone understood: "After all, that person pretended to be Daoist. If it were me, I would be very angry."

"That's right, that kind of daring brat, it's really time to teach him a lesson, so as to serve as a warning to others."

Ren Linliu: "???"

His already stiff smile froze on his face.

As long as he is a normal person, wouldn't he feel that Wei Heng first forced him to question Abbot Jiekong, and then he must have aimed at Abbot Jiekong when he drew his sword?

Then combine it with my previous abnormality, but shouldn't any normal person know that Liudao Temple is responsible for it?

Is it because I have been in the abyss for 300 years and I can't keep up with the current idea of ​​immortality, or is it that the immortality is not as good as the previous generation?

After learning about Wei Heng's gossip, Ren Linliu wavered for the second time and fell into self-doubt.

It's a pity that it didn't follow the wishes of everyone in the immortal way.

The bright light is like the wind and waves.

The point of Wei Heng's sword pointed directly at the golden body of the Buddha in the Daxiong Palace, the sun and the moon shone brightly under the sword, and the gold foil was just a dead thing with a layer of color on its surface.

He shouted coldly: "Not empty, come out."

Originally, Monk Bukong used the secret room to hide, and he was an extraordinary person, covering up his aura so tightly that even if Wei Heng came in person, it would be difficult to sense it.

But at this moment, he was manipulating the illusion to wrestle with Shu Yao, and it was inevitable that he was not thoughtful, and Wei Heng discovered the clues.

The Golden Buddha sits high on the altar, staring coldly.

Bukong didn't say a word, just closed his eyes tightly, and contended with Shu Yao's sword intent in the illusion.

As a result, the bright light on Wei Heng's sword rolled away, the pillars were frustrated, the masonry was destroyed, and the glazed tiles shattered all over the ground.

The original vermilion walls and yellow tiles, resplendent and resplendent, have now turned into dull gravel and sawdust on the ground where the painted patterns cannot be seen clearly.

Everyone in Xiandao subconsciously wanted to raise their hands to block.

When they thought that they must have been dusted by dust and were in a hurry to save their last grooming, they found that the hands that had wiped their clothes and hair were as clean as ever.

Along with the surprise came a scream.

"Hiss! Sovereign, you stepped on my foot."

"Sorry, but Patriarch, you also caught my hair."

They were cautious and planned to stagger their feet, and when they let each other go, they accidentally stepped on the foot of another patriarch and hooked the innocent clothes of the fourth patriarch.

Everyone in Xiandao recalled that something was wrong.

Something is wrong, the place of Liudao Temple is very wide, how can it be so narrow and crowded?

They looked up.

It's not that the palaces are continuous, even if you look from the bottom of the mountain, you can still see the looming pavilions, layer upon layer, grand style.

The pitiful few entered the small courtyard, with half-old eaves, dilapidated corners, mud on the ground, and dirt on the incense burner.

Everyone's minds should have turned around by this time.

Combined with what they saw just now, they finally understood that the gorgeous and majestic Liudao Temple was just an illusion, and after Dao Zun broke it with his sword, he couldn't hide its real fox tail.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay for a long time.

After a while, someone whispered: "Unexpectedly, Abbot Jiekong... is quite particular."

"I don't want to reveal that the family of Liudao Temple is worried in front of others, and they even opened a fantasy to let us in."

Don't forget to pay attention to Abbot Jiekong: "???"

Is this a question of whether to pay attention or not?

He has practiced for many years and has been reclusive for a long time, will he not be able to see through the appearance of such beautiful women and bones, golden jade and stubborn stone? ? ?

As for the extent to which he deliberately opened a fantasy to whitewash the peace?

He is not the Lord of the Seven Demonic Realms.

There was a suzerain of the Sword Cultivation Sect, who seemed to be aroused with the same feeling, full of melancholy, and sighed sympathetically: "I can understand Abbot Jiekong, it is not easy to be the master of a sect."

Everyone listened with awe.

Abbot Jiekong felt relieved.

No matter how ridiculous it is, it is always a good thing not to be suspected.

The Sword Cultivator Sect Master said: "Renovate the sect in a big way, how difficult it is to repair it so that it can go out to meet people? How expensive is it?"

Fortunately, the owner of the inverted mountain is not here.

Otherwise, he might be poor and despise poverty by what the Sword Cultivator said, and he couldn't bear to draw his sword against Abbot Jiekong.

The Sword Cultivator Sect Master sighed very much: "Abbot Jiekong can come up with a way to meet people in an illusion, which does not waste people or money, and also preserves the reputation of Liudao Temple. It is rare and thoughtful, and it is the best of both worlds."

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

friend?

Do you think that the spirit stone that activates the illusion formation doesn't cost money, but that it fell from the sky?

Ren Linliu: "..."

Even though he knew about the conspiracy between Abbot Fangzhang and his old friend.

But hearing that the Sword Cultivator is so vivid, there is reason to say——

Ren Linliu couldn't help but lean towards this statement.

In the illusion, the palace outside the illusion is solemn and shattered at the same time.

Monk Bukong vomited a mouthful of blood in the golden body of the Buddha, and his breath plummeted.

And a sword pierces through the void, spanning two spaces.

The sword was exquisite and radiant.

The person holding the sword is dressed in red and has black hair, and is extremely gorgeous.

"Heng."

Shu Yao's smile spread across his eyes, like the twelfth lunar month in winter, warmed by firewood. In the wooden house, the bubbles from the old wine brewed on the red clay stove melted away the coldness in the corners of his eyes.

"You give me a hug."

What he was thinking in the illusion at that time was that if he could see Wei Heng, he would be fine if he hugged him.

Not that much shit.

After Shu Yao came out, he didn't say a word about the mess.

Because he saw Wei Heng and hugged Wei Heng.

So the rest is nothing to worry about.

That's it.

They embraced each other in front of the Buddhist temple, with each other's hands on their waists, and the weight of another person on their shoulders, and even between the entangled strands of hair, a few strands of each other's hair were entangled.

It's like they only have each other in their eyes.

Others are not like that.

As soon as the cold sound came out, the Demon King woke up completely, the redness in his eyes faded completely, and the black pupils even trembled uncontrollably.

Shu Yao's sword piercing through the void reminded him of the long-lost fear.

That was a long, long time ago.

The demon king hadn't really been born, and the evil spirit had just formed under the abyss.

The demon king who had just become spiritual and wise vaguely remembered that there was such a sword next to the thickest and deepest evil spirit, that is, the place where he was formed.

The Demon King has an almost instinctive intuition.

If when he was born, there was even a little bit of spying and malice towards the outside world, this sword would definitely kill him on the spot without mercy.

So the devil king, who was born to be a disaster to the common people, shivered and crawled out of the evil spirit, wandering around the abyss, trying to dig wild vegetables and roots to eat soil to satisfy his hunger.

Until a hundred years later, his first fellow was born in the evil spirit.

The Demon King was ecstatic, and while biting into his belly three times and five divisions of his fellow clan as blood, he burst into tears.

He gathers the deepest resentment and killing intent of evil spirit, and he was born as the king of all demons, which has a natural deterrent effect on other demons.

A steady stream of demons poured out batch after batch.

They imitated the appearance of the demon king, they only wanted to stay honestly under the abyss, they raised their own blood for food, they had no ambitions to eat and wait for death, and they never wanted to yearn for the outside world.

Seeing this, the sword was also very quiet, as if it had never appeared before.

Just because it never happened doesn't mean it never happened.

The fact that Wannian has been quiet recently does not mean that it was quiet before.

Childhood shadows are nightmares that rule a lifetime.

Anyway, the Demon King felt the devil's aura coming from the same source as that devil sword, so how could he dare to eat blood?He was so frightened that he didn't kneel down on the spot, and crying loudly was because of his concentration.

On the other side, Ren Linliu was also very conflicted.

He watched his apprentice embrace the newly released demon, sweetly, and felt that his conscience was being burned and tortured from the soul:

Do you want to tell Mozun that his future Taoist partner is really half-hearted?

Let's not talk about it, I'm afraid that the Demon Lord will find out afterwards and come directly to destroy Xuanshan, which he has worked so hard to manage for half his life.

It doesn't matter if he smashes Xuanshan, what about his goose?

Dabai can't see the scenery he is familiar with, and finds that there are only ruins left in his former residence. Wouldn't it be embarrassing, lonely, and sad?

When Ren Linliuguang thought about it, his heart was tightly clenched into a ball.

Straight up.

He was also afraid that the Mozun would attack in anger on the spot, and the enemy and friends would be separated, and the scuffle would form.

Dabai saw himself whom he hadn't met in 300 years, and went to see it with a handsome face with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Wouldn't he feel distressed and helpless?

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Abbot Jiekong and Monk Bukong exchanged heart sounds.

First, Ren Linliu appeared out of nowhere to disrupt the situation, then Wei Heng arrived ahead of time, Shu Yao broke through, and for the current plan——

That, of course, is the only way to escape.

Villains are required to take 36 tricks, and everyone reads them very well.

When planning Jiekong and Bukong, it is natural to leave a way out.

It's a pity that God didn't want it.

The eaves of Liudao Temple are hung with icicles like cones, and the snow that rises all over the sky is like nails and arrows, piercing the heart, freezing to the bone, densely netting all directions, locking all possible ways out .

Let Xuetian walk into the gate of the temple.

Perhaps the previous Demon Lord's prestige is still there, he is not bad, and he smiles politely, but it makes people feel chills for no reason:

"With my sudden snow in the world, although it is daytime, it is a good time to have daydreams such as walking away, but for the sake of the two lives, it is better to wake up early."

Everyone took a deep breath.

There are two former Mozun and true and false Daoist.

Today's visit to Liudao Temple is indeed a worthwhile trip, and the capital is enough to boast to future generations for 800 years.

Outside the Liudao Temple, the Lord of the Seven Regions and the three juniors watched helplessly as the palace of the Liudao Temple was transformed into a thatched hut, and its splendor turned into decay.

Citing Changyan is the temperament of sword cultivators, the sword will not return, and the most straightforward temper, with the grace of saving life, persuaded the Lord of the Seventh Region:

"Senior Seven, after this matter is over, why don't you stay in our Upside Down Sword Mountain for a few more days? Shu...cough, no, the Demon Lord is definitely angry with you, and you don't seem to be helping him... "

To the point where he managed to escape his life under the cold voice and silent shadow.

Citing Changyan's voice gradually faded.

But it doesn't matter, the Lord of the Seventh Region has already understood his hint.

It's very true, and it's true that the seven domain masters can't refute it.

He can only talk about him left and right, to redeem a little bit of Mahayana dignity that doesn't exist in him: "My surname is not Qi."

Seventh Senior Seventh Senior shouted loudly, as if there were six more ahead.

"Oh? The younger generation is impolite, dare to ask the senior's name?" Gu Chi's eyes were bright, and he covered his mouth, which was smoking.

The Lord of the Seventh Region met her burning eyes, and the corners of his lips twisted, feeling a little bad.

He stepped across the threshold in front of Liudao Temple, pretending to be deep and said: "Just call me Senior Seven."

The name Seven Domain Master is quite good.

At least it is many times more prestigious than that unspeakable name.

It looks like what a Mahayana demon cultivator should be.

Three people: "???"

So you specifically said that going around in a circle and returning to the original place is just because you have nothing to do? ? ?

******

"Let it snow?"

As soon as Pojun came out of the illusion, he saw familiar people, familiar swords and familiar snow.

He rubbed his eyes, a little surprised: "How did you climb up from the abyss? No, how you climbed up from the abyss is not the point, how did you come to Liudao Temple? It's not me, since you climbed up from the abyss, it's better to change your mind Be a good person, come to Liudao Temple because you think your life is not long enough or you are afraid that you will not die fast enough? Can you naively think that you will be safe the third time after being stabbed twice by the cold voice and silent shadow?"

Sure enough, it is the familiar flavor of breaking the army.

Let Xuetian hear his earnest teaching in the second half of the paragraph, but calmly, and patiently replied: "It's nothing to kill."

Ren Linliu's already frozen smile collapsed.

Aren't Ren Xuetian and Wan Chuanhe alone?

Didn't Ren Xuetian still love Jiekong in every possible way under the abyss?

What is happening to young people today?

The Mahayana in the illusion appeared one after another.

The Lord of the Seventh Region also adjusted his clothes, wearing his jewels that shone brighter than the sun, the moon, and the sword, and walked up to the crowd.

The narrow space of Liudao Temple became more and more cramped, making the people watching the play hold their breath.

"Wolf."

Let Xuetian turn his eyes to Shu Yao and said: "My behavior is nothing to kill, and I think you will be the same."

What he meant was that he could wait until all the killings were empty before deciding another life or death.

"I understand." Shu Yao was understanding, nodding and smiling.

"I really understand. We all know your real body and what you have experienced in the abyss. You don't need to repeat the sentence that you can't kill it, and emphasize to us that you can't be dismissed in the abyss."

After hearing the first two sentences, Ren Linliu's expression froze.

Did the big furniture know that Xue Tian and Wan Chuan were the same person?

It turns out that the big furniture is tacit about the matter between her and Jie Kong.

On the contrary, he restrained himself, and kept scruples that this was Wan Xiaoniang's most important matter, so he kept it secret.

Although I don't know what secret method Wan Xiaoniang used to make one person split into two at the same time——

But in this way, it will be easier to persuade a lot.

Ren Linliu took a step forward.

In terms of appearance, he was not ranked among the top three among the people present; in terms of aura, he was neither cold nor sharp, nor arrogant or impetuous, without majesty at all.

Inexplicably has a convincing aura.

Ren Linliu persuaded Xuetian with good words: "Miss Wan, I don't know what happened between you and Jie Kong these two days. But you just let go of your past two days ago, and the affection seems to be true. It is best to cherish nature. good."

"If you don't cherish it, it may not be to the point where you have to draw your sword. I know you have a bad temper. You have a good heart, feeding geese and farming, which one wasn't done by you?"

Shu Yao was a little suffocated.

He could feel that Wei Heng's breathing was also suffocated.

Both of them are fine.

Others present, lost their breath along with their words.

Monk Bukong in the secret room was out of breath, and because he was injured, he simply rolled his eyes and passed out.

The person involved asked Xue Tian to be very patient.

Seeing Ren Linliu's persuasive appearance, he pondered and savored some words that he couldn't figure out, and consciously understood the truth of the matter:

"The hallucinations in Liudao Temple are so frightening that you, senior, are trapped in it, unable to extricate yourself, to the point of giving birth to hallucinations."

"See what you say."

Ren Linliu was a little angry because he refused to listen to persuasion:

"I'm very sober. I remember that you and Wan Chuanhe are the same person, and I also remember your real appearance. You can't escape my eyes just because you are a good girl pretending to be a man!"

"Senior, don't talk nonsense about the bad guy's reputation!"

Wan Chuanhe thought that he was already sad and angry enough to shed tears.

Unexpectedly, Po Jun was even more indignant and sincere than him.

Po Jun thumped Shu Yao's shoulder, and asked in a trembling voice, "So Wan Chuan and Rang Xuetian are basically the same person? Then this is all a fucking show he directed and acted by himself?"

For the first time, he cursed: "Then we are being played around by him just for fun? My luck in making friends is really bad!"

Shu Yao: "..."

His conscience was still beating alive, and he couldn't answer the question of Po Jun's death.

The most out of place is the Demon King.

Among the people who were full of people who were covering their hearts and eating Tianwang Baoxin Dan, or pinching themselves to prove that it was an illusion——

He sobbed at Shu Yao, full of fear: "I didn't make a mistake on purpose! Sister, don't hit me!"