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

"That being said, it's not good if you don't have a sword in your hand."

Shu Yao lowered his head and rummaged through the weapons. For a while, the weapons were shining brightly. There were always seven or eight pairs of double swords that he threw in the snow, stacked and slanted.

"This pair, Nine Heavens Hanging Dream?"

Rang Xuetian was not in a hurry to take the initiative with his sword, but commented: This pair of swords is too soft, more than enough to attack but not enough to defend. "

The implication is obviously not optimistic about this sword.

Shu Yao raised his eyebrows lightly, with a faint smile: "This sword is used by medical practitioners, and it is natural and gentle."

"Demon breath doctor, I don't know how much you can resist?"

Jean Xuetian: "???"

Isn't this a decisive battle between sword repairers? ? ?

Why is it suddenly involved in dual cultivation of medicine and magic, and the explosion of magic breath?

He is a majestic demon, no matter whether he wins or loses, shouldn't he have a decent enough ending? ? ?

Shu Yao raised his hand, let Jiutian Xuanmeng crash into the snow, and rescued Xuetian from the nightmare of being exploded by the devil's breath. He was quite interested:

"Forget it, let's see if the general Mo Xie takes advantage of it."

Shu Yao chose swords like this, threw them away, and rummaged through all seven or eight pairs of swords in one go.

It turned so hard that Xue Tian couldn't help suspecting that he was deliberately delaying time to wait for others to come over.

Following the last pair of swords being thrown by Shu Yao in the snow, the ice and snow splattered in the snow, and in a flash of his figure, he flew up and broke down a plum branch.

After brushing off the plum blossoms on the branches, the plum branches were more than three feet long, and it was self-evident what Shu Yao wanted to use them for.

Jean Xuetian: "???"

Even with his concentration, it is also unbelievable at this moment, and he has the urge to rub his eyes:

"You want to make a sword out of plum branches?"

No wonder Xue Tian made a fuss.

It was Shu Yao who shocked the world.

The battle between him and Rang Xuetian was obviously a battle of life and death, and it was difficult to have both.

What he was facing was Rang Xuetian, who had climbed from Hanwei all the way to the top of the Demon Lord, who was so big that no one except the sun and the moon would dare to shake the sharpness of his sword.

Even if it is Shu Yao, it is a certainty of winning less and losing more.

Shu Yao is not like an ordinary person. Before the battle, he was anxious and frightened. He sharpened his sword for three days and three nights, fearing that there would be even the slightest disadvantage and it would not be bright enough, so he gave up——

He actually used plum branches as swords like a child playing around?

This is no longer the usual arrogance, the usual madness.

I'm afraid it's something that I can only do when I'm crazy to the extreme, crazy to the peak of losing all reason.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Before Shu Yao draws his sword, his teeth are sharp and his mouth is sharp. With the opening and closing of his lips and teeth, he can make his opponent almost faint with anger, and he does everything he can.

He held the sword in his hand, calm and cold, what he held in his hand was just a sword, but his demeanor seemed to hold the whole world.

Shu Yao said: "Plum branches are born in the mud. They are towering trees. Under the sun and the moon, they have experienced thunder, rain, dew, wind, frost, ice and snow. There are everything in nature and all kinds of elements. What a good weapon, how can you underestimate it? he?"

Jean Xuetian: "???"

He couldn't help but want to rub his eyes, and suspected that he had heard wrong.

At this time, Let Xuetian sincerely regret his innocence at the previous moment.

Nine Heavens Hanging Dream is pretty good.

The magic breath doctor is pretty good.

At least it's still a sword with gold and jade, not a rough plum branch like this scene.

At least he has retained a certain amount of Demon Venerable dignity.

Shu Yao said: "Of course, I can use my Yunshang Heart Sutra to try to explode the body with the magic breath. Maybe I will succeed by accident. It is much more convenient than beating life and death with a sword."

"But I think you deserve a sword."

Let Xuetian want to laugh.

Sometimes he feels that Shu Yao is no longer as lively and reckless as he was when he was a teenager.

For more than 300 years, we have experienced strong winds and waves, ups and downs, and the edges and corners that were not afraid of the sky and the ground will be smoothed one by one.

But at this time, he felt that his youthful spirit was the same.

It's ridiculous.

It's also really enviable.

As soon as Shu Yao's words fell, the sword's momentum immediately rose!

What protruded from his hand was not a piece of plum branch that was so fragile that it could be broken easily.

It's the world's great river going east and west, the river is rolling, it's a broken corner of the sky, and the Milky Way hangs upside down.

Let the sudden snow in the world finally come out of the sheath with a long cry!

It seemed to be a sword longer than the ultimate sword in Jianxiu's heart. The body of the sword was condensed like a mirror, and the blade was sharp and shattering.

The distance of more than ten feet between each other did not pass even half a blink of an eye at the speed of Mahayana.

The plum branch confronts the sword, the river collides with the flying snow, and the Milky Way is also frozen in the severe cold, before falling, like a curved waterfall hanging halfway up the mountain.

The sword edge on the side of the sudden snow in the world brushed against the uneven surface of the plum branch.

Not to mention a fragile branch, even if the plum trees for ten miles or hundreds of miles form forests and mountains, growing on the seabed of high mountains, it is just a matter of this sword.

But the plum branches are not broken.

Still the sudden snow on its surface brushed a series of sparks, and it was still a plum branch.

The momentary pause of the sudden snow in the world is enough to show that the master is surprised.

With a flick of Shu Yao's wrist, the plum branch went straight up like a dragon with its head raised.

It seems to be playing in the sea, swimming on the clouds, showing its teeth and claws, and between the flying scales, it brings out sword energy and rushes like a river and a sea of ​​clouds.

"I am telling the truth."

Shu Yao said while drawing his sword:

"Plum branches are irrigated by rain and dew. Now in my hand, they are the rainwater flowing into the great rivers. They are the sword energy of the Yangtze River, and they are a sword lent to me by heaven and earth."

The sword is cultivated to the extreme, using the essence of the sword to communicate with everything in the world, and freely borrow the sword from the world.

What Shu Yao held in his hand was a plum branch.

It is a sword lent to him by heaven and earth.

It is an eternal river that will last forever.

Let Xue Tian know that he is telling the truth.

That piece of plum branch usually falls under the sudden snow in his world, not even tofu, at most it is an ant that doesn't bother to cut it.

However, at this moment, Renjian Xuexue and Meizhi had confronted each other several times, clearly there were sword blades brushing against each other, some sword tips piercing, and some sword edges cutting straight, but the plum branches were still intact.

Its aura is unjust and majestic.

How can manpower cut off a great river and waterfall?

The only reason is to cut off the water with a knife and make the water flow more.

How can manpower reverse the Milky Way in the sky and the Wanren Waterfall?

Plum branches should be like this.

But Xuetian's sword is no longer restricted by human power.

"Very good sword."

He didn't hesitate to praise, but the temperature dropped sharply and the cold was accumulating: "It's just that I don't know if the sky is cold and the river is still, even if there is a sword from heaven and earth, will your sword still be the rushing river?"

Is it still the mighty dragon?

At best, it's just a frozen dead bug.

Shu Yao's sword posture changed.

The moment before, he was rushing to the river, and the ocean was unrestrained.

In the next moment, it became thunderous, mighty and bright.

The plum branches are irrigated by rain and dew, and they have experienced wind, frost, thunder and lightning, and are naturally changeable.

In this boundless world, there are things that naturally exist, and what Shu Yao's sword intent can reach, can be brought by his hand.

Shu Yao's sword didn't retreat, and he couldn't stop talking.

He said: "Jang Xuetian, you are right, I don't have thunder, and I don't have cold voices and silent shadows. In a battle with you, I should have the upper hand."

Rang Xuetian: "...do I need to praise your courage?"

"Need not."

Shu Yao raised his sword and pointed, laughing loudly.

The thunder thundered down from the sky, illuminating the ice and snow dazzlingly, making his red clothes flutter like flames jumping on the ice and snow, like a phoenix spreading its wings across the sky, with gorgeous and brilliant brilliance on its feathers.

"The one who has the upper hand is you, Jiang Xuetian."

"I have no thunder, and I have no sword. But my thunder of heaven's punishment is because I hold myself upright, and I act with a clear conscience; my reputation of cold voice and silent shadow is due to my sword intent to polish it."

The last trace of gentle and relaxed look on Xue Tian's face disappeared.

He knew Shu Yao was right.

So after taking away his Thunder of Heaven's Punishment, he can still use the meaning of thunder in his sword to induce celestial phenomena.

Borrowing his cold voice and silent shadow, there is still heaven and earth lending him a sword.

Every word, every sentence made Xue Tian unable to refute.

Shu Yao raised his head and glanced at the sky, seeing the thunderclouds brewing, the momentum was frightening, and the Milky Way hanging upside down, it was magnificent.

Shu Yao suddenly had no complaints.

He raised his eyebrows and really smiled: "Yes, the way of heaven can take away the thunder of heaven's punishment, and the world can take away the cold voice and silent shadow, but as long as I am here, everything is there, and they can't take it away no matter what , can't grab it."

It's really like what Shu Yao would say.

Let Xuetian can't think of any words to compete with him.

His expression froze: "I'll wait until you win to say this. No matter how confident you are, if you lose, it will just turn into a handful of loess."

"Do you still have your sword?"

Shu Yao questioned him: "If it was Ren Xuetian a hundred years ago, I might have scruples. The sudden snow in your world is really snow falling on the world, and the world is clear."

"But after a hundred years, your original intention is gone, and your sword intent has faded away. Sword cultivators have lost their sword intent and heart, and no matter how high or profound their cultivation base is, they are just as futile as a chicken and a dog."

His eyes were shining brightly, and the smile on his lips was proud: "And my sword has been polished for a hundred years. It has also been for innocent people who died in vain, for people parasitized by demon seeds, and for letting Xuetian ask you for justice for a hundred years. "

"Let Xuetian, you say that a hundred years of time is spent against a hundred years of sharpening swords, who will win?"

Shu Yao is actually not feeling well.

The heaven and the earth borrow the sword, and the scenery is infinite, how can the taste be personal?

The natural creation, as powerful as it is, has as much pressure.

It is like a double-edged sword, making it difficult for Xuetian to withstand the power of nature's creation, and it is also difficult for Shu Yao.

Even if it is as strong and broad as the Mahayana meridian, under the endless changes of the sword borrowed by the world, it is also ravaged by the coercion and violence brought by it.

More than this weight.

What the meridians have to bear is also the magic breath needed to activate the sword intent, which is crazily squeezed out from the almost dry dantian.

Under the double pressure, the meridians were forced to expand helplessly under the pain of being torn apart inch by inch, as if it was an endless and never-ending torment, which can be called torture.

Even Shu Yao's breathing smelled bloody.

He felt extremely happy.

He has endured for a hundred years and sharpened his sword for a hundred years. He has waited too long for this moment.

******

In another wilderness with no one around.

In another silent confrontation between the two, only the whistling wind and bare branches are left to accompany the two.

The little novice spoke first and broke the silence: "Let me tell you a story."

Wei Heng: "Senior, you might as well draw your sword directly."

It seems that in today's world, before a fight, it is popular to tell a story or gossip, either to make the parties stunned, or to make the opponent's eyes white with anger.

Wei Heng is actually fine.

After all, Shu Yao was the first to bring up this atmosphere. If Shu Yao is happy, whatever is fine, Wei Heng doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

But this moment is different.

Shu Yao was waiting for him in another place, so Wei Heng naturally didn't want to listen to the little novice.

The little novice seemed to be treated like this for the first time, slightly shocked and said: "What I'm talking about is a secret event ten thousand years ago, which is related to the changes in the world structure—"

You don't even want to listen to it. What do you say that you care about the world and help the common people?

Wei Heng didn't even show the slightest bit of emotion, he just said, "You might as well see the truth under the sword."

The little monk stretched out two fingers to clamp Wei Heng's sword.

One inch closer, the sun and the moon shine on the edge of the sword, and it is difficult for the little monk to save his two fingers.

And Wei Heng is bound to be hurt by the little novice monk's finger.

The two maintain a delicate and precarious balance in this way.

"Sure enough, talented people come out from generation to generation."

The little novice sighed desolately: "I thought that with my half-step immortal cultivation, I would be the leader of the world ten thousand years from now, and it would be no worse if I didn't want you."

Wei Heng said: "Senior, it's absurd praise."

He only said four words, and his voice was cold.

But it seems to be saying "Senior draws the sword."

The little novice said: "Why don't you do this? Even though there is a slight difference between you and me, we will be evenly divided. Even if it is a real hand-to-hand fight, it will be difficult to decide the winner in a short while. Since you are in a hurry to go back, why don't you just listen to me?" After telling a story, how about deciding between three moves?"

Wei Heng's eyes moved slightly, and finally responded: "Okay."

The little monk said: "I was born in Liudao Temple more than 1 years ago. As for how many years ago, I have somewhat forgotten."

Wei Heng: "..."

He suddenly understood why the little novice insisted on exterminating demons and saving the world.

There have never been many people who talk a lot and love to tell stories in the magic way, such as Pojun envoys, such as the Lord of the Seven Realms, if you use A Yao's words, it seems that they are jealous of each other.

The little novice monk didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he just continued on his own:

"At that time, the lonely evil was rampant, and the power of immortality was declining. I read your records in later generations, it is said that Ziwei star came to the world, smashed the ninety-nine and eighty-one heavenly thunder, and killed the lonely evil. Tianlei descended into the world, and then the merit of killing Gusha gave birth to Ziweixing, which gave birth to Ziwei Secret Realm, and only then did this passage of later generations come into being."

The little novice used a word very strangely.

Wei Heng also noticed his strange wording, and asked in a deep voice, "Kindness?"

That's a really weird word to use.

Ziweixing was descended from the way of heaven to balance the world.

Merit and virtue are issued by the way of heaven, punishing evil and promoting good.

If it's really Tiandao who gives merit to himself, then he is really good at playing.

"It's merit."

The little novice narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Well, the Lord of the Thunder had a cultivation level that was almost elevated, but he changed his fate ten thousand years later, turned into a thunder, and his body died and his soul disappeared. With no relatives and no friends, the merit of killing the Gu Sha lineage has nowhere to go, so it can’t always be floating in the world, right? So according to the Lord of Thunder’s will, he turned into Ziwei Xing and created the Ziwei Secret Realm.”

Wei Heng remained silent for a long time.

What the little novice said was actually different from what he had known in the past.

"What?" The little novice smiled nonchalantly, "Do you really think that Heaven will take pity on the world, and will specially send Ziwei Xing to bless the world."

Unable to tell whether his smile was indifference or ridicule, the little novice curled his lips and said, "The way of heaven has existed for hundreds of millions of years, and there are three thousand worlds. All living beings, even if they call the wind and rain like Mahayana, are they different from ants in terms of the way of heaven?"

Wei Heng practiced the way of heaven, so he naturally understood what the little novice said.

This may be the reason why he is in line with the way of heaven, but he has never been able to integrate into the way of heaven.

Little novice monk: "We expand the territory, kill aliens, domesticate animals, all kinds of actions, in the eyes of heaven, how is it different from ants grabbing food? How ridiculous and pitiful. Heaven is equal to all living beings, and I will not pity you alone. Send Ziwei Star down for your human race."

"That Ziwei star was man-made. It was man-made to kill Gu Sha ten thousand years later. He sacrificed his entire body to become an immortal and traveled across time and space. Ten thousand years ago when Gu Sha was most rampant, he became a thunderbolt."

The little novice looked at Wei Heng, and suddenly smiled with deep meaning: "Speaking of which, you should thank the person who turned into thunder. If he hadn't turned into thunder to kill Gu Sha, he would have temporarily cleared the world."

"Ten thousand years later, the world will already be in turmoil, and there will be no peace. Even the way of heaven in this world will be affected by this devastated world, and it will be harmful to oneself."

"Your roots, your sword under the sun and the moon, should be born to practice the way of heaven. Once the way of heaven is damaged, you are nothing but a mortal who lives and dies."

What the little novice said in this passage is meaningful, and his pause is also meaningful.

It left countless unfinished meanings, and let Wei Heng experience it slowly by himself.

Unexpectedly, Wei Heng just nodded normally, and said flatly: "What that senior did is really admirable. If it is convenient for senior, you might as well tell him his name and surname. Such a saintly righteousness should not be lost in the annals of history."

Thanks to that unknown senior, Wei Heng suddenly changed his mind about the sickly Ziwei star.

No matter how unreliable it is, at least it is something behind that senior, and should not be ridiculed and played with.

When I took it off for A Yao and hung it in Chang'an City, I had to trouble him with the magician to scrub and sweep it three times a day.

Bento is to look at the heart that should be done in front of that senior.

Ziweixing: "???"

Inexplicably, the magician who was assigned to scrub and sweep three times a day: "???"

Little novice: "???"

He was speechless.

I've told you so much, I almost revealed the fact that that person was your last life, that red-clothed demon cultivator——

You have nothing to worry about, you only want to pay homage to his name and let him leave his name in history? ? ?

Believe it or not, my name scared you to death?

******

"Master!"

Xuan, Peak Master and others hurried to the bottom of the abyss.

They passed through the tide of ten thousand demons, and experienced two strong winds, no matter how invulnerable they were, and their cultivation base was profound, they couldn't help but the corners of their clothes were torn at this moment, and they looked dusty.

A barrier completely isolated the village from the three of Ren Linliu.

Then a very strange scene appeared.

The village in the enchantment is peaceful, and the brick and tile courtyards are patchwork. The rice fields are full of gold, the flowing water is winding, and the smoke is rising. Occasionally, chickens and ducks are chasing insects on vegetable leaves, and earthworms in the mud reach the edge of the enchantment. Curious probe looked around endlessly.

It is like a peaceful and beautiful farmhouse.

Outside the barrier is a nightmare.

The thunder was violent, the Buddha's light was flourishing, and the sword energy was overflowing.

There is also a white goose that does not match the style of the painting, shivering in the corner.

It looked at Ren Linliu's Heidou eyes with complicated emotions.

He watched indifferently and coldly, wishing that the heartless man who raised many geese behind his back would die immediately.

On the one hand, he hides a secret worry that is hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

And Ren Linliu who was in the center of the storm, Xuan He and the Peak Master were all dusty and dusty, compared to him, they could all be called glamorous.

Ren Linliu didn't care about these things.

He hid from the thunder and used his sword to deal with Jie Kong Bukong, and he did not forget to distract himself and shouted to Xuanhe Peak Master:

"Ah Wei! Take good care of my Dabai! Don't let it be wiped off by the aftermath of the fight."

Xuanhe Peak Master: "..."

What can she do?

She could only resign herself to fate, wrapping one hand around the goose's soft, warm, furry belly, hugging the heavy big white, holding down its wings, and pulling out the moon out of Kunlun with the other hand:

"Master, I had expected these two dead bald donkeys a long time ago. What's the matter with the continuous thunder?"

Ren Linliu said: "It's a sword in the Ziwei secret realm, the core of the entire secret realm."

"There is actually a sword in the Ziwei Secret Realm?"

Xuanhe Peak Master was taken aback, and then said in relief: "No wonder, Ziwei Xing is so unreliable. It is only natural that this sword is not normal. I don't know which sword master is so unlucky to have this sword."

Thanks to the Ziwei Secret Realm, Jiang Yunya's credibility dropped to the bottom.

He also naturally hated Ziwei Secret Realm very much. He hated Wu Jiwu even with a sword, so he hacked a sword master by the way:

"I think with this sword, the sword owner must not be a good person. He must be irritable, and he will strike at anyone who doesn't make sense."

Jiang Yunya said: "Otherwise, with Senior Ren's character, anyone who has spiritual knowledge on this sword will definitely not bear to strike."

Tears filled Ren Linliu's eyes, and he was very moved.

The dean thought for a while, and agreed: "Looking at the sword is enough to look at the person, so it can be seen that the sword master is a person, and it is really not enough to be a way."

Abbot Wuchen: "..."

The feeling coming from his eyes that can see through the illusory cause and effect in the world made Abbot Wuchen's heart skip a beat.

Although he didn't know why, he still closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Ziweixing: "..."

It is now without the grievance and anger of being suspected.

Just gloating and thinking: Do you know who the sword master is?Also dare to eat bear heart and leopard dare to talk nonsense casually.

whee.

******

"Brother, you came just in time."

Po Jun has been so busy these days that his feet never touch the ground.

While trying to kill the demons, the flowers, birds and auspicious beasts transformed from his fan have never stopped; while keeping his mind on guard against the rebellion of Gusha, it can be said to be exhausting.

Fortunately, he was handsome enough to make people's eyes bright, but he didn't feel disgraced and embarrassed.

The Lord of the Seventh Region seemed to be condemned by his conscience.

Po Jun said: "There is something that I must discuss with you."

The master of the Seven Domains raised his spirits: "Just say it."

It is very important to think about it, it is a major event related to the life and death of the devil.

Is it because the demons can't hold on, or is there a rebellion in Gusha?

Po Jun's face was solemn, and he paused every word: "Before the greedy wolf comes, in order to draw a clear line with the demons, we have to give the demons a new name."

Lord of the Seven Domains: "???"

Po Jun emphasized: "If we wait for Tanlang to come, with his three-knife Yihongyuan's naming level, we will all be finished."

Lord of the Seven Domains: "???"

No, there's no need to wait for Shu Yao to come back.

The Lord of the Seventh Region is now desperate for the reality that the magic way is about to end.

Po Jun: "It's okay not to talk about this first, brother, you support me here first, take care of the overall situation, I have other important things to do."

Be sure to let Po Jun feel the sincere friendship between them.

It is necessary to make Po Jun mentally healthy and physically strong enough to take care of magic affairs for 500 years.

The Lord of the Seventh Region kept these two rules in mind, and readily agreed.

……

and many more?

who I am?Where am I?what am i doing?

The Lord of the Seventh Region looked at the back of Po Jun who was too far away to see in confusion.

Obviously he wanted Po Jun to carry the food of the Demonic Dao, so why did he turn into a situation where he was carrying the heavy burden of the Demonic Dao for Pojun in a few words?

Not only him, but also the owner of Daoxuan Mountain couldn't figure out why he, the owner of Daoxuan Sword Mountain, wanted to guard the river and mountain here for Mo Dao.

The owner of Daoxuanshan's original sympathy for Pojun disappeared.

This person's intentions are sinister and the city is deep, so Yin Changyan must not let Yin Changyan have a close relationship with him.

He really misunderstood Po Jun.

There is a reason for Po Jun to go out this trip.

He is more anxious and worried than the Lord of the Seven Regions and the Lord of the Upside Down Mountain.

The air traction of the three-star Shapolang has been fluctuating since half a day ago, and it has always hooked Pojun's mind.

And just for a moment, the aura of the greedy wolf star suddenly weakened.