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

Shu Yao: "???"

He didn't even have the heart to think about the Thunderbolt that he lost for no reason, but he was only occupied by the demons in the village that the old head said.

Thinking of the down-to-earth and enthusiastic lady who moved me back to live on the bed, cooked chicken soup and stewed braised pork for him, and even glared at Wei Heng with her hips on her hips——

Thinking of those farmers who kept praising him for his fast and good farming, his owner Xifang talking to each other, and the enthusiastic farmers who had reached a common hatred for Wei Heng in the gossip——

Shu Yao only felt that his simple materialistic views were crumbling.

He said with difficulty: "Senior, you are just joking. The residents in the village are simple and hospitable, how could they be demons?"

If it was a demon, how could he keep it intact until he saw Wei Heng?

I'm afraid that during a face-to-face meeting when Lijue was in a coma, he would be eaten by the aunt three times and five times, and there was not even a single bit of bone residue left.

With his last stubbornness, Shu Yao refused to believe it.

Ren Linliu seemed to understand his shock very well, and patiently explained: "Their ancestors are indeed demons, but they are still slightly different from ordinary demons."

He paused, then asked Shu Yao: "Presumably the Demon Venerable must have sensed something in his heart. The village is located in a wonderful place. There is no strong evil spirit in the abyss, nor is there often spiritual energy in the world of cultivating immortals."

Shu Yao nodded.

It turned out that that place was the space crack under the abyss, and a group of demons accidentally fell into it while hunting for food.

Then a miracle happens.

Without the imperceptible influence of the two evil spirits on them, the demons' minds were gradually awakened, and they no longer thought that they were born to devour and hunt.

Ren Linliu fell into the abyss 300 years ago, and slept in the abyss for another 200 years. When he fell in, the demons he saw had already lived together in groups. They learned how to live, cook, farm and livestock.

Except that their lifespan is two or three times longer than that of ordinary people, and their timekeeping method is much slower than that of ordinary people, they are no different from primitive tribes.

Ren Linliu thought that although they were born in the demon clan, it was the matter of their ancestors after all, so he treated the villagers he met as real mortals, taught them to read and write, and treated them in emergencies.

Over time, Ren Linliu integrated into the village, and the villagers also remembered his education and enlightenment, and admired him very much.

Ren Linliu said: "I also think that the demons in the present world should be killed. However, the residents in the village, their neighbors are harmonious and enjoy themselves. The meat they eat is nothing more than slaughtering the pigs, ducks, cattle and sheep raised by their own captivity. How is the human race different?"

Shu Yao: "..."

He thought about it for a while, and it was indeed the truth, so he nodded his head in agreement.

While talking, they passed through the abyss and landed on the border of the Demon Realm.

The cold wind in the Demon Realm was still piercing to the bone, but there was a lot of bloody smell in the wind, and the feather-like snow was not enough to completely bury the face of the corpse on the ground.

As soon as Shu Yao came up, he felt something was wrong.

It is usually cold in the Demon Realm, but there is definitely no such scene where the autumn wind is like a sword and the snow blows silently.

The intuition honed in countless battles allowed Shu Yao to draw his sword decisively before he could see the scene in front of him clearly!

The sword energy billowed like the Yangtze River, destroying the dead and smashing away the dust and fog that blinded the eyes.

It was clear to everyone.

"Hanging upside down, let Xuetian." The moonrise in the Kunlun Mountains was shining brightly in Xuanhe Peak Master's sleeve, and she slightly raised Rudai's long eyebrows, "Hey, Shuangjian, why are you here?"

Huai Shuangjian lowered his head, and his tone remained calm: "Master Uncle, I have been traveling to eliminate demons all year round, and I know a few little-known trails, so I came here with a few friends."

Very loyally, he took the blame for Yin Changyan.

The head of Xuanshan looked as if he wanted to eat the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill.

Probably because he found out that he has always been stable and reliable, and the disciple who respects the teacher is angry on the other side.

In the solemnity, Jiang Suwen was the only one who stood out from the crowd.

With three points of joy, three points of excitement and three points of sigh, he wrote to Gu Chi:

"Chi Bi, I never thought that there would be a day when I would recognize a face. The Senior Sister Huai I recognized was actually the real Senior Sister Huai."

Gu Chibi: "..."

No, friend, you are really mistaken.

She made a move and neatly sealed Jiang Suwen's acupoints to prevent him from making too many mistakes. If he continued, Yin Changyan might really get beaten.

Shu Yao: "..."

He roughly guessed what was going on, and at the same time expressed deep sympathy for the innocent Huai Shuangjian who was blamed and the innocent head Xuanshan who was angered.

Rang Xuetian: "..."

He is a majestic Demon Lord, even though he was the last one, but if you ask yourself before, he was also a person who could make both immortals and demons tremble with his gestures——

Now that the six sects of Immortal Dao are about to have a tea party, they don't have a name yet?

Let the snow day be incredible.

But when he thought about the way of immortality, he felt that there was nothing unbelievable about it.

Thinking about the popular fairy tales in Xiandao again, Xuetian thought from his heart that it would be better not to have such a name.

Let Xuetian calm down, and said: "I am here to kill all empty."

With the owner of Daoxuan Mountain and Shu Yao around, the Lord of the Seven Regions believed that he would not give in to Xuetian at all.

He spoke without the slightest scruples: "In the past, I thought that the rumor that Zhi Zhi became a master was made up by villains to slander the Demon Lord, but now—"

The Lord of the Seventh Region gave a meaningful pause: "After listening to the three words of Mozun, none of them said that he would not leave and kill them. It seems that there is no reason for it, and it is not without reason."

Shu Yao: "..."

As the person who participated in the compilation of all the rumors made by Xuetian, Shu Yao was the only one who believed in knowing that he became a master.

Unexpectedly, the two groups of them did not break their faces, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

It wasn't because Shu Yao or Rang Xuetian was too good at nourishing Qi, but another sudden change occurred.

On the west side of the fairy road, there is a round of golden light rising up, arching in the sky.

That round of golden light was extremely dazzling and majestic.

In terms of brilliance, the sun and the moon shining on the sword in the next round can force back the noon sun's Tianmen bright day, which is the limit in the world.

In terms of majesty, the brilliance behind the gods and Buddhas of the Western Heaven is unparalleled in the imagination of the world.

But this round of golden light has both, both.

"It's the movement from Wuwang Temple."

Xuan and Peak Master missed their card friends the most, and recognized the golden light at a glance.

She couldn't figure it out, she just said: "Could it be that Wuchen got a blessing in disguise, because of the injury he suffered in Liudao Temple, his ascension is imminent?"

Wouldn't it be enough?

But with such a huge momentum, Xuan and Peak Master couldn't think of any other possibility besides ascension.

She has mixed feelings in her heart for a while, which is extremely complicated.

Logically speaking, the ascension of an old friend is a great thing, and it is time to celebrate him happily.

However, if Wu Chen ascends, where can he, Jiang Yunya and the dean find a handy poker player who has been with him for a hundred years?

"No."

Ren Lin said out loud.

His eyes were dark, like the wind blowing over the surface of mirror-like water when the mountain rain was about to come, shattering the dark clouds reflected in it.

"It's the movement from Wuwang Temple, but it's not all empty."

Ren Linliu sighed.

The meaning of his sigh is also very heavy, as if the alarm bell is ringing, with some inexplicable omen: "As I expected, it should be an ancestor of Liudao Temple more than ten thousand years ago, reincarnated gone."

"???"

The whole place was sluggish.

Everyone present was a great practitioner standing at the top of the world, but it took a lot of time and effort to think and digest what Ren Linliu said.

Xuanhe Peak Master: "Master, reincarnation is normal, but I have never heard of such a big commotion caused by the reincarnation of a cultivator. He is not an ancestor of Liudao Temple, but the reincarnation of the Emperor of Heaven?"

Because it was unbelievable, there was still a trill in Xuanhe's words.

"The name of Liudao Temple is taken from the meaning of Six Paths of Reincarnation, and its secret method is also closely related to Six Paths of Reincarnation."

This time it was Wei Heng who spoke.

The number one in the world that the sun and the moon shine on the jade are not in vain after all.

Ren Linliu said that he was born hundreds of years before everyone, and knew far more about the six secrets than everyone else.

But Wei Heng, purely relying on his way of harmony with the way of heaven, calculated the secrets of heaven:

"Once the secret method has been cultivated to the extreme, if it is not ascended to immortality, if it is not like the one in Wuwang Temple, waiting for reincarnation, reincarnated with cultivation base and recultivated."

It cannot be blamed for their narrow vision.

It is really hard to imagine that there is such a wonderful thing in the world, who is willing to give up the chance of ascension, and wants to have another chance to be a human again after thousands of tens of thousands of years.

Shu Yao: "..."

He closed his eyes and said in a low voice: "If I remember correctly, according to what the two bald donkeys said, the barrier seems to be something that Liudao Temple has been doing for more than ten thousand years."

Everyone understood what he said.

It was because they understood the meaning behind the words that they just looked at each other in blank dismay.

Jiang Yunya: "...that is to say, now that the Demon Race, our formidable enemy has added an old monster who was able to ascend more than [-] years ago."

Shu Yao: "That's not bad."

"enough!"

Jiang Yunya covered Zhang Zhanghe, the dean of the academy, looking at the mouth that seemed to be about to spit out some shocking words, and said in despair: "I didn't count it! Dean, don't talk about it, you have read the books in the academy, isn't it the same? Do you know that there is such a thing in Liudao Temple?"

When the dean thought about it, it seemed to be the same thing.

The two held each other's handles, so they were naturally embarrassed to criticize each other in the end.

Can only sympathize with each other and piece together the words "playing cards harms people" with distant eyes.

The dean's eyes are full of meaning: if there is an afterlife.

Jiang Yunya's eyes followed knowingly: I have to fight again.

It's really hard because their eyes don't cramp.

There is a saying that blessings come without pairs, but misfortunes never come singly.

Anyway, when people are unlucky, there will always be more unlucky things popping up one after another, like endless leeks, making you smile at life with strength.

The Lord of the Upside Down Mountain pressed the center of his eyebrows, and the look between his eyebrows and eyes was like a famous sword with its sheath closed, heavy and hard to see:

"Hanging Sword Mountain, something happened."

"How could something happen to Upside Down Sword Mountain?"

Xuanhe Peak Master blurted out.

It was really hard for her to imagine that someone among a group of sword repairmen who only cared about practicing swords could cause trouble, so she boldly guessed:

"Could it be that Daoxuanjianshan smashed one of the other six sects?"

"..."

When Master Daoxuan thought about the nightmare scene described by Xuan and Peak Master, he felt a little breathless.

Comparing the results, the things that were worrying at first seemed not so bad.

The owner of the inverted mountain looked slightly relaxed, and said: "It's not that bad."

Citing Changyan let out a long sigh of relief.

His master is as reliable as a mountain, and he can't help but be convincing.

Since the owner of Daoxuanshan said it was so bad, it must not be too big of a problem.

Lord of the Daoxuan Mountain: "Elder Yu's lineage, who was abolished by the Lord of the Seven Regions, is quite powerful in the Daoxuan Sword Mountain, and he is dissatisfied. Now he is forced to come to the Law Enforcement Hall, and wants to ask for the Daoxuan Sword Mountain to suppress the mountain."

"The ban in front of the Law Enforcement Hall was set by me. Now that someone touches it, of course I feel it."

Ci Changyan's breath was suddenly stuck in his throat.

This is not a big deal?

It's not that bad?

It turned out that in his master's mind, the civil strife in which the hanging sword mountain was divided into two was not as important as the compensation for the six sects?

Yin Changyan sees through the truth, and in a trance, unexpectedly tastes a kind of gloomy hopelessness in life.

When people lose hope, it is always easy to do some stupid things.

Long smoke is no exception.

Without thinking about it, he asked a silly question: "How did Elder Yu's lineage stir up people's hearts?"

The owner of the inverted mountain said coldly: "I don't know either."

Yin Changyan: "But I remember that when I left the mountain, my brothers and sisters were very grateful to Master for the sacrifice you made for Daoxuanjianshan."

The Lord of the Upside Down Mountain's expression faded again.

Gu Chi had a bad heart and was about to stretch out his hand to pinch Changyan and light his acupoints——

Just listen to Yin Changyan speaking very fast and fluently like beads:

"They all said, Master, you would sacrifice yourself for the sake of being able to hang upside down on the Sword Mountain, and for the money of the Seventh Region Lord, let alone the mere cultivation of Elder Yu? It's nothing to worry about."

"..."

Gu Chibi withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened, and silently put a stick of incense on Yin Changyan in his heart.

It cannot be saved.

It can be directly buried with soil.

Lord of the Hanging Mountain: "???"

His tone was even more serious, every word and every word seemed to be the murderous aura sharpened by sharpening the edge of the sword:

"Yin Changyan, you practice sword or not, all day long, what are you thinking about?"

"Sigh, you don't have to be so angry."

Xuanhe Peak Master exclaimed: "I didn't expect you to hang upside down like this."

It turns out that the sword cultivator's backbone, which has been bent rather than bent for hundreds of years, can be said to be lost under money.

No wonder Daoxuanshan Lord always dismissed the communication talisman that he invited him to play cards, and threw it away after seeing it.

Xuanhe Peak Master felt that all kinds of prejudices he had previously held against the Master of Daoxuan Mountain were really inappropriate.

Who hasn't had a hard time struggling with money?

Lord of the Seven Domains: "..."

He hesitated to speak, looked at Shu Yao and said, "My lord, I'm not, I'm not, I'm really not."

Don't make arrangements for him to talk to the Lord of the Hanging Mountain.

Shu Yao happily replied, "I understand."

When I turned around, I asked Gu Chibi to arrange the scripts for the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain and the Lord of the Seven Regions.

To avenge the demon king's secret history book.

Jiang Changxing: "..."

He turned his head to look at Ren Linliu, trying to find some comfort: "Old friend... Is this still the immortal way I know?"

"No."

Ren Linliu was very calm.

These days, Mozun can pretend to be a woman, his apprentices can turn into scumbags, and his three apprentices can still indulge in playing cards all day long.

What is impossible in this immortal way?

What's wrong with hanging upside down on the owner of the mountain and breaking a waist for money?

Elderly people, your thinking should not be too rigid and stubborn, so that you can keep up with the pace of this era.

Let Xuetian see their different attitudes, and see the rumors of Feng Shui rotation, and actually feel a little bit of gloating happiness.

The owner of the inverted mountain finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the autumn wind swept under the sword, and the demons ten miles away from the sword fell to the ground.

The scene was magnificent.

Put out everyone's enthusiasm for gossip.

The Lord of the Upside Down Mountain swept coldly along with the autumn wind: "The current plan, isn't it how to survive the attack from both sides of the Liudao Temple and the demons? In the Wuwang Temple, Abbot Wuchen was seriously injured, and he might not be able to survive alone. It is also a great disadvantage for the Inverted Sword Mountain to split."

What are you talking about here? ? ?

What is the touching love story of the overbearing demon cultivator Qiao Shanzhu? ? ?

The Hanging Mountain Lord is a little suffocating.

The Heavenly Punishment of the Demonic Dao has Tianyao Mozun, Jingyue Pojun and the Lord of the Seven Regions, so it is unreliable no matter how you look at it.

I don't know if Xuetian Gusha is short of people?

Forget it.

Rumors of Wan Xiaoniang floated in the mind of Master Daoxuan, and he immediately dispelled this theory.

Even though he was as cold and rigid as him, he couldn't help but feel the momentary sense of sadness of having nowhere to go.

******

Abbot Wuchen, who was enshrined by the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain, is indeed in a bad situation and is facing a life-and-death crisis.

He watched the young novice monk of Liudao Temple who was listening to his lecture, and suddenly his body froze and remained as still as a sculpture.

When Abbot Wuchen wanted to investigate, the little monk opened his eyes.

It's no longer the round head and round brain, the lovable appearance that always smiles.

His eyes melted into an ink that was too thick to melt.

That ink color is contradictory.

It seems that people who have entered the world have experienced countless reincarnations, and the transparency and harmony that have been honed after suffering.

It is also like being born in the sky, looking at the compassion and great compassion of all kinds of human beings from afar.

33 Chongtian, the bliss of the West, is so far apart.

The joys and sorrows in the world are so colorful that they are enough to be blown by the east wind to leave only a pale shell floating in the western sky, so far that the world's coming to the gods is nothing but grass and dogs.

I have never experienced the joys and sorrows of love and hate.

Nature is equal.

The black color in the little novice's eyes gradually became darker, and the golden light gradually rose behind him.

He still looks like a child of seven or eight years old, but it is absolutely difficult for people to treat him as a real child of seven or eight years old.

Abbot Wuchen was sent flying dozens of feet upside down by Dazuo's golden light.

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and struggled to get up amidst the ruins:

"The secret method of reincarnation in Liudao Temple, which one are you from Liudao Temple?"

Both are Buddhists, Abbot Wuchen and Abbot Jiekong used to be close friends, and their understanding of Liudao Temple is quite different from other people.

"Name."

The little monk read it again.

His voice is still the clear and immature voice of a child, but it is ethereal like a piece of smoke that can be blown away, making people think of the vicissitudes of life and cannot help crying.

The little monk smiled and said, "More than 1 years is too long, so long that I myself have forgotten my name."

"That's all, the name is just a secular code name, why do you care?"

The little novice was really casual, "If you want to know my real body, I might as well tell you that I am the abbot of Liudao Temple when Ziweixing was alive."

Abbot Wuchen also fell into an awkward silence.

Even if he studied Buddhism intensively, the successive abbots of Liudao Temple's hundred generations held names and taboos, but they were not within the scope of the Buddhist teachings that Abbot Wuchen intensively studied.

He looked at the little monk who seemed to be easy-going and talkative, without any hostility.I can only tentatively ask:

"Being able to practice the secret method of reincarnation in Liudao Temple, I think the senior has already groped to the edge of being able to ascend, so why bother to reincarnate after more than ten thousand years?"

Others may not know it, but Abbot Wuchen knows it.

The Liudao Temple, which has been handed down from generation to generation, is coming back again, and the battle is infinitely beautiful, and the price is also clear.

Afterwards and subsequent reincarnations, no ascension is allowed.

"Of course it's because I saw the future generations after ten thousand years."

The little novice brushed off his sleeves and sighed softly.

He has a very good attitude, Abbot Wuchen answers every question, and he seems to be a truly selfless senior:

"When Ziwei star came into the world, the sky thunder struck for ninety-nine and eighty-one days. How majestic and majestic? Everyone thought that Gu Sha had come to an end, and the world was peaceful from then on."

"Unfortunately not."

At this time, the little novice seemed to have a taste of a person in this world.

Obsessed with obsession:

"The Dao of Heaven... is still unwilling to eradicate the solitary evil. At that time, I had reached the peak of cultivation and saw the future where the solitary evil would run amok ten thousand years later, so I made a decision to completely eradicate the evil cultivator to prevent future troubles. "

Abbot Wuchen opened his eyes to his chaotic and magical logic.

Even though his reason tells him that he should be as quiet as a quail at this moment, nodding his head and responding to the three-character tactic for survival.

Abbot Wuchen couldn't help but want to say something:

"Ziwei Xing is obviously a god descended by the Dao of Heaven to eradicate Gu Sha. How can it be said that the Dao of Heaven does not want Gu Sha to be wiped out and does nothing?"

This pot made Tiandao feel a little wronged.

"Who said Ziwei star was descended from heaven?"

The little novice smiled strangely.

It's confusing and uncomfortable.

"Ziwei Xing was obviously someone who changed his fate against the sky, penetrated time and space, and came to this world in the past."

Now that I have said it, I must say it clearly.

The little novice was also very interesting, he didn't hide it, and said openly: "If my guess is correct, that person should be in today's world, and there should be something about him in the Ziwei Secret Realm."

"Master!"

A young and handsome monk walked across the ruins of a collapsed temple and stopped in front of Abbot Wuchen.

He is Jingguang, the personal disciple entrusted by Abbot Wuchen to the important task of Wuwang Temple.

Abbot Wuchen is older than Xuanhe Peak Master and others, his disciples are also older than Yin Changyan and others, he is already a Mahayana Buddhist cultivator who can stand on his own.

Jing Guang remained calm, and said to Abbot Wuchen: "Master, I think the situation is not good, and the disciples in the temple have been dismissed, and now there are only you and me left."

"it is good."

Abbot Wuchen nodded.

The next moment, golden light rises from the ground, and the patterns are like water waves!

The little novice stared sharply.

Unfortunately useless.

When he wanted to pursue him, Abbot Wuchen and Jingguang had disappeared.

Even if Abbot Wuchen is injured, he is still at the peak of Mahayana.

When he entrusted the virtual snake to deal with the little novice, he kept calculating with the Buddha's mind, and figured out the only possible way out in all directions with a glimmer of life.

After Jingguang came, Abbot Wuchen stopped hesitating and activated Jiekong Temple's mountain protection array to give them a chance to escape.

Dudu maliciously left several scripts in place to give the little novice a good taste.

The little novice monk was reminded of his unawakened memories by these few scripts.

See the secret history of Xuanshan in the hands of Abbot Jiekong.

Gossip in Liudao Temple.

His expression slowly twisted.

Very good, this year's disciples and grandchildren are very good in terms of rules and regulations.

"Master." Jing Guang asked him, "Who is the person who was mentioned by the senior in Liudao Temple just now?"

If it was someone else, they would definitely shake Jingguang's shoulders crazily, saying that I didn't know, I just want to cultivate a fairy, play cards, gossip, read scripts, how can there be so many things?

But Jing Guang asked Abbot Wuchen.

Cultivating the secret method of Wuwang Temple to the depths, you can see through the disguise of emptiness and the dust-free abbot who sees through the connection of cause and effect in the world.

Abbot Wuchen coughed lightly: "Did you say something? When he was talking, my master was busy figuring out the way out. How can you listen to the corners like you? My master didn't hear clearly."

Jing Guang, like the Master of the Upside Down Mountain, encountered a bottleneck in his practice, closed the closed door, and only recently broke out.

Knowing nothing about the current situation in the world of cultivating immortals, he is extraordinarily upright.

Seeing that the master he admired worked so hard, he couldn't help being awed: "It doesn't take much trouble; disciple will tell you again."

"No need."

Abbot Wuchen knew his disciple's stubborn temper, so he had no choice but to lower his voice:

"It's the Demon Lord."

Jing Guang: "???"

Before he had time to respond to why his master temporarily changed his words, which demon master was he, Abbot Wuchen took him to a peak in Xuanshan and stopped.

Looking affectionately at a big white goose that is full of air.

Jing Guang: "???"

He was deeply confused: "Master, this goose, could it be the senior Gao Goose we want to ask for help?"

That's really unrevealing.

The big white goose, which was troubled by baldness, blew up its feathers: "Gah!!!"

Hairless bald donkey, don't beat me!