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

The sound of the sword sounds like a sound, like a phoenix whistling and a dragon singing, lingering in the abyss for a long time, the lingering sound is endless.

The lingering sound of the sound of the sword made all the beasts in the Ziwei Secret Realm retreat, and Ziwei Xing retreated to the side. The hand of the Demon King holding the roasted pork leg trembled slightly.

They all understand how powerful this sword is.

Seeing it was so angry that it was too late to run, how could it have the courage to add fuel to the fire?

Shu Yao frowned slightly.

He was seriously injured, and the sword energy stimulated by the sound of the sword shook his heart, adding injury to injury, Shu Yao naturally felt uncomfortable.

Strangely, he didn't feel angry and painful, nor did he feel helpless against the cold voice and silent shadow.

He spoke in a normal tone, but because of lack of vitality, he sounded a little light and confused: "It's a bit noisy."

As soon as these three words are uttered, it is like a nail that sets the sea, and the sound is finalized with one hammer.

The sound of the sword stopped suddenly, the beasts froze their open legs, their vibrating wings stayed in place, and the half-gnawed roasted pork leg of the devil also slapped to the ground.

The devil couldn't care less about his distress.

There is no other reason.

It's really because he has never seen more than five fingers in the existence of the sword that he has seen in the abyss for thousands of years.

And after beating the sword, he was still alive and kicking, and even let the sword go as he wanted——

Shu Yao has been the only one since ancient times.

Sister is worthy of being Sister.

The Demon King secretly made up his mind while lighting a fire and grilling meat with ease.

In the future, Shu Yao must be treated with more respect than that sword.

In a corner that they couldn't see, the cold sound and the shadow of the sword were dim, and it didn't look like the sword cut ice and snow, covered with starlight, and circled thunder.

It's also a little down in the mood.

Originally, I thought that after being reincarnated with great difficulty, my master would not have to follow in the same footsteps.

Unexpectedly, the ruthless way is still a cause and effect that cannot be escaped.

After Shu Yao finished speaking, he also felt that something was wrong.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Shu Yao glanced around.

Everyone was startled by the thunder coming into the world at first, and then saw him vomiting blood and slumping on the spot, his breath plummeted, and they were all worried.

Pojun is the fiercest and not afraid of death.

With the embarrassment and honor of being struck by lightning, he began to chatter about Shu Yao.

There is an attempt to use the length of the words and the weight of the meaning to annoy Shu Yao to draw his sword and wipe his neck to die. From then on, he will eliminate a great disaster in the world, and the world will be pure.

Apart from this, no one secretly breathed a sigh of relief for the elimination of the great disaster of the Demon Race.

Shu Yao did not understand their joy

I don't even understand their fears.

He just felt a little baffled.

We are all people who have cultivated to the Mahayana, and they can be regarded as having seen the world. Why haven't we experienced the big wind and waves?

Why do you have to be sad for a while and happy for a while?

Don't you feel noisy and tired?

If he is injured, let him be injured, if the demons are stable, let them be stable, what is there to make a fuss about?

This kind of strangeness was only a faint ray, passing through his heart.

Because this strangeness is just pure inexplicable doubt.

Shu Yao was not curious, nor did he have the desire to investigate further.

He probably understood where his problem was.

He also probably understands that the so-called karma only refers to where it should be.

Shu Yao asked Po Jun, "Po Jun, when I was killing the Seven Kills, you were the one who stopped me, right?"

Breaking the military:"???"

Not brother, is now the time to care about this? ? ?

His back felt cold, and he had a very bad thought in his mind.

Under serious injury, people are always more fragile, and their emotions are always more sensitive.

Could it be that at this time, Shu Yao thought he was too annoying to read, and was reminded of the old past, so he simply planned to settle the old and new grudges together, and have ninety-nine 81 thunderbolts out of sight and out of mind?

Po Jun never hesitated to speculate on Shu Yao with the greatest malice.

Because he knew that there was nothing a devil like Shu Yao couldn't do.

Po Jun regretted it.

If I had known this before, I should have packed up my bags and gone to Qisha Rang Xuetian on the day Shu Yao and Qisha turned against each other, and joined the Gusha lineage.

Like today, no matter how much I regret it, the Seven Kills made Xue Tian lose his soul, and there is no future for him to join Gusha.

Po Jun said it was me.

Shu Yao asked again: "After this incident, we have broken off diplomatic relations for nearly a hundred years. When we met, we wished we could throw spirit stone veins at each other's faces, and call each other a fool without a brain?"

Po Jun faintly oozes cold sweat.

According to this posture, he would probably be roasted under the thunder and tender, crying for the devil.

He said yes.

Listening to the old gossip of the Demonic Dao, everyone in the Immortal Dao was fascinated and focused.

Xuanhe Peak Master sighed: "I never imagined that a trip to the abyss would yield such a great harvest."

Jiang Yunya agreed: "Not only can I beat Abbot Jiekong, relieve the pressure, but also listen to old gossip about the magic way, so as to increase my knowledge."

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

I beg you to shut up.

If possible, he really didn't want to relieve the pressure of these few people who had been in the same hall.

Dean of the Academy: "..."

No, this is not how to increase knowledge.

Having said that, he remained silent, for fear of missing a single word.

How can reading a book be as fun as listening to gossip?

Holding Dabai in his arms, Ren Linliu said in doubt, "No, Xuanhe, did you go in the wrong direction?"

Jiang Changxing nodded hurriedly as if he had found a bosom friend.

At this time, the other party discovered the goodness of his old friend.

At least he could understand what his old friend said.

Xuanhe Peak Master: "..."

Too bad, Ren Linliu was struck by lightning for so long before, that she even forgot that Ren Linliu existed, and spoke without any scruples.

Ren Linliu coughed lightly, suppressed his expectation as much as possible, and said reservedly: "If it's such a good thing as being smashed into the Lingshi vein, I think I would also be willing to turn against the Demon Lord and the Pojun Envoy."

Jiang Changxing: "..."

He clutched his chest, unable to breathe, and suddenly felt that he needed two Heavenly King Baoxin Pills to hang himself.

Jing Guang: "..."

Even though he revered his master and had a filter as deep as his, he couldn't speak against his will at this time.

He was tortured and hesitated: "Master, this..."

Is your old man careless in making friends and being deceived?

Abbot Wuchen: "..."

What can he say?

Can he say yes, is this their true colors?

Can he say that's right, as a teacher, he just loves playing cards at a table with a few of them?

After much deliberation, I can only keep smiling, unfathomable.

Only Xuanshan is the head of the sect.

He watched the audience with cold eyes, remained calm, took out the Heavenly King Baoxin Pill that he had prepared earlier and swallowed it.

The head of Xuanshan snorted coldly.

Oh, still too naive, too young.

Shu Yao over there has already asked: "You and Gu Chibi compiled the secret history of Xuanshan together?"

Breaking the military:"……"

Sadly and desperately, he found that his old debts were one after another, squeezed into a mountain, and he could never turn over under the pressure.

That being the case—

When you die, you have to die with the dignity and dignity of a Pojun envoy.

He admitted it, and hit the target: "What? Brother? I haven't asked you to settle the old account of you asking Gu Chi to write the secret history of Kunyi."

"This one is."

Shu Yao thought about it, she was wronged, and said frankly: "I asked her to write it."

Everyone in Immortal Dao was amazed.

They keenly caught the name of Gu Chibi, and surrounded the dean, tsk-tsk admiringly: "Principal, I never thought that a famous teacher would produce a high-level disciple, and your disciple is actually so capable."

But compare them to a few of their cubs.

The dean looked at the calm, unfazed by favor or insult.

In fact, he was trying his best to suppress the smile that overflowed his lips, and the triumphant desire to show off crazily:

"Hey, Chi Bi is always very good. I am very satisfied with this disciple."

Just today!

The dean feels that his status is rising steadily and reaching the sky in one step.

In the future, whoever dares to grab his cards to play again, he will ask Gu Chi to write their short stories.

Finished calf.

Po Jun deeply felt that life was hopeless.

Shu Yao is so calm, he must be planning something big to get revenge.

Disregarding so much, Shu Yao continued to ask: "Before entering the Ziwei Secret Realm, you were the one who encouraged me to pretend to be Tianyao?"

Po Jun: "...Yes."

Everyone in the Immortal Dao: "..."

How to put it, it is better for them not to hear such gossip secrets.

So as not to be killed by the demon king afterward.

Shu Yao: "Are you the one who just made up gossip about me and senior Liudao Temple?"

Breaking the military:"……"

Although he didn't quite understand why the senior Shimen turned into Shu Yao himself in a blink of an eye.

But he did spread rumors in front of Shu Yao himself and didn't run away.

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

He was a little out of breath, and a little afraid to think deeply.

If the Lord of Thunder is Shu Yao himself, then their plan of Liudao Temple——

Isn't it a joke?

Abbot Jiekong closed his eyes, all thoughts were lost, and there was only one extremely strong thought in his mind:

Why are these people still unwilling to do anything to him?

Why didn't this group of people allow him to obtain an eternal peace, free from the torture of this ugly world? ? ?

Everyone in the Immortal Dao: "..."

The gossip is indeed very explosive, very hot, enough to make people go out for three days and three nights to reminisce, and there will be no shortage of talk when playing poker for the next three years.

But they are also afraid that Ren Linliu, like the demons, will be screamed by the thunder, okay? ? ?

Ren Linliu: "..."

Young people now.

Say it clearly.

After all, let him settle the score after autumn?Or let him pretend to be confused with his understanding?

He deliberately wanted to be an enlightened parent to fool the past and never give him this chance.

Po Jun tragically and decisively closed his eyes.

Prepare for the coming thunder of death.

He even thought about what he should tell Shu Yao at the last moment of his death:

Tell him where he is going to be buried, what is the size of the grave, what to plant, and what to bury with him.

The most important thing is to engrave him a sentence on the tombstone:

If there is an afterlife, I will not meet Shu Yao.

But business as usual.

There was no outrageous thunder, nor roaring sword energy.

Shu Yao still had the look that would break at the touch of a touch, smiled slightly and said: "I understand."

There was no joy in his smile.

It's not so much a smile, it's not an action to express clarity.

Shu Yao did understand.

Just now a thunderbolt covered the whole world, targeting hundreds of millions of demons. It is simply not a miracle that people in this world can have.

The cost is also obvious.

In that thunderstorm, Shu Yao felt empathy with himself who was incarnated in thunderstorm in his previous life spanning ten thousand years.

He re-entered the ruthless way.

The ruthless way of being ruthless and desireless.

Shu Yao doesn't realize the fluctuations of mood and anger, but he still has a spectrum in his heart for Su Ri himself.

The old accounts he and Po Jun had settled, as usual, Shu Yao might draw his sword before the second one.

But today, he was able to turn over one by one with Po Jun, and his heart was like still water without a ripple, and there was never a single ripple.

He was finally able to look at what he was doing back with a real eye of the outside world.

Crying and laughing with joy, vividly.

And Shu Yao has lost the ability to empathize.

In his previous life, when all killings were empty, he didn't know why he laughed or why he cried.

I don't know what to be happy about, what to be sad about.

Shu Yao sorted out the karma in Han Sheng Ji Ying's mouth thoroughly.

In the reincarnation of the two lives, the damned is still dead, such as seven kills, such as letting Xuetian, such as all empty.

Those who should enter the path of ruthlessness still enter the path of ruthlessness.

And the extra relationship with Wei Heng, after entering the ruthless way, naturally it is nothing.

Shu Yao smiled slowly.

It is indeed a good period of karmic reincarnation, every thread is hooked.

He remembered that he said at the beginning that he believed in himself more than the way of heaven.

Thaksin believed in subjective initiative.

He was wrong.

After all, human power cannot shake the sky.

Things in the world are like the vast bend of water flowing eastward, even if there are reckless people who are not afraid of death, build against the current, the river that is intercepted will always be that section.

Sooner or later they will join the same ocean.

Also, under the vast sky, there are three thousand worlds, hundreds of millions of sentient beings, human beings are like mayflies.

Cultivated to Mahayana, cultivated to ascend to immortality, but it is just a little bit stronger mayfly.

He should have thought of the reincarnation of heaven.

Shu Yao was exceptionally calm.

There is no unwillingness to be teased, no persistence to swear to go against the sky.

It's just like getting an answer, which is no different from knowing that one plus one equals two.

Two reincarnations, 300 years of practice, and a ruthless path are like sandpaper, flattening all his edges and corners, and polishing him to be smooth and cool.

Don't touch your hands, don't let the world.

No, I missed one item.

They are people with very different endings.

The lives of the common people who were rescued from the end of the collapse of the Heavenly Dao——

Shu Yao looked up.

He saw thunderclouds condense and form from the horizon, occupying a corner of the sky gloomy and extravagant.

The thunderous aura hidden inside is not irritable, nor strong and hurtful.

On the contrary, they carry the mystery of the shortcut, which makes people yearn for it.

That is not the thunder of punishment.

It is the thunder cloud of crossing the catastrophe.

He passed through the tribulation and thunderclouds, soaring up is expected, and he has been a heavenly man ever since.

After all, Heaven did not owe him anything.

The life of the common people, the turmoil of the demon clan, the former Heavenly Dao took the opportunity of a new life to pay him back, and the latter paved a road for him to ascend to the immortal Qingyun.

Shu Yao thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

He is currently cultivating the ruthless way, he can't feel love, he can't feel happiness in the mortal world, and he is a person who is practicing, so what can he do if he doesn't ascend through the kalpa?

Before Shu Yao could draw his sword to meet the thunder cloud, he fell into a hug.

On the other side, the seriously injured little monk and the seriously injured Jie Kong looked at each other in blank dismay.

I fell into a strange embarrassment where no one spoke first, and I didn't know what to say.

Jieqi Ruoyousi: "Are you... the senior from our Liudao Temple?"

"it's me."

The little novice sneered coldly: "That's right, before you woke up, you punished the patriarch who you punished to go to the toilet because you knew about your affair, through the ages, I'm afraid this is the only one?"

Of course, people in the immortal way are happy to see the success, and watching the excitement is not a big deal.

He even took his eyes away from Shu Yao and Wei Heng when he had time.

After all, when Wei Heng came, it was just a play of affection, how could it compare to the excitement of the younger generation deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, and the ancestor cleaning up the family?

Abbot Jiekong: "..."

Even though the words were full of flaws, he couldn't find a suitable starting point to refute them.

After all, it was indeed him, and the young novice was punished to clean up.

After all, it was true that he punished the little novice monk to clean the place because of gossip.

But after listening to so many conversations in Xiandao, it was not in vain.

While the soul is polluted, Abbot Jiekong should also apply what he has learned to win by surprise.

He kept on doing nothing, calmly meditating, and fought back desperately: "But senior patriarch, I'm afraid the affair between you and the Lord of Thunder is not groundless, right?"

Little novice: "???"

How the hell Lord of Thunder? ? ?

Why didn't he know it himself? ? ?

In fact, Shu Yao has always liked Wei Heng to hug him.

The moment they embraced, their breaths intertwined, their skins touched each other, and their whole bodies were completely enveloped in just the right amount of warmth.

It was a very wonderful and very good feeling.

It's like holding an umbrella with someone on a rainy day, with hands clasped on the handle.

It is also like the same fire that is roasted on a windy night. When you are tired, you can fall asleep on that person's shoulders.

From now on, no matter how long or difficult the road is, there are some people who hold hands and some people wholeheartedly.

The road is not alone.

But today, Shu Yao can no longer find this feeling.

He only felt that the action of hugging was cumbersome and irrelevant, and he also felt that the temperature on his body was overwhelming him.

It seems to be the self-knowledge of a person who cultivates the ruthless way, knowing that he is not worthy of Wei Heng's serious intentions.

There are thousands of words between them.

It's like a mess, with no way to start.

Thunder in the sky refused to wait for anyone.

Layers of thunderclouds grew stronger, the wind whizzed up, and the sky changed suddenly.

The sound of thunder also rang faintly a few times, which seemed to herald the coming of the world in the near future.

Wei Heng said, "That's your cloud, Ah Yao."

His heart has been tightly held, even if he hugs Shu Yao, there is no sign of relaxing, as if he is hugging the water moon mirror flower, an illusion.

There are only two masters of this thundercloud that can make Wei Heng feel this way.

Shu Yao hummed.

He recalled what he had done before, raised his eyelashes from Wei Heng's arms and smiled at him, his voice was soft, like just warmed hot wine:

"Don't worry about Lei Yun, I want to be with A-Heng. It doesn't matter if I go to the fairyland without A-Heng."

It's not a lie either.

Shu Yao thought.

In the fairyland, it doesn't matter if you go there. It's the truth.

Adding one without Ah Heng as an attributive modification, of course it is not a lie.

Shu Yao was a little relieved.

It seems that after two 300 years, the things his former Chinese teacher taught him are still well stored in his mind.

Wei Heng looked at him.

Look at his face is as white as ice and snow jade that can see through light, the corners of his lips are stained with blood, but it is ground with cinnabar sand, and the top of a crane is covered with poisonous feathers.

Look at his scorching appearance, which shocks the soul, but what is hidden inside is bone-chillingly cold, eternally indestructible.

Shu Yao's smile is really pretty, bright as spring, sweet as wine.

But it looks like a potted peony that has been finely cut by someone, with each branch and leaf determined how to place it.

Lost spirit.

He had never smiled that much before.

Wei Heng's voice stagnated for a moment: "You don't need to coax me, I always want you to do what you want, and to make you happy."

Sun Moon Zhao Bi treats everyone equally.

There is no reason to be strict with Shu Yao alone.

The sun and the moon always want the world to be good.

There is no reason to imprison Shu Yao and not let him go.

Shu Yao: "..."

It's really hard.

It is really difficult to feel joy, which can be called a precious and rare emotion for him.

Shu Yao felt that she was wrong.

Although he has lost his emotions and desires, his mind is still there, and he still has the basic ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Think about it, if someone and you cross the gap between immortals, love each other sincerely, pass five trials and kill six generals, and see that you have killed the final villain, you can go back to your hometown to marry and announce to the world, and go hand in hand to the bright future of tomorrow——

Then the cooked Taoist told you that he had entered the ruthless way, and he ran away.

This is probably a little bit crazy.

He is the kind of heartless scumbag who can be scolded by countless scripts.

Shu Yao doesn't really want to be a scumbag. He should be responsible for the love he has been in to the end.

But he couldn't help it either.

He originally wanted to deceive himself and others, and act according to the scene when he was with Wei Heng.

But he couldn't fool Wei Heng, let alone himself.

Shu Yao said, "I'm sorry."

Shu Yao remembered the scene of him getting along with Wei Heng clearly.

However, what I once thought was wholehearted and unswerving in this life; I have gone through many difficulties, solved misunderstandings one by one, and have been intimate with each other.

Memories reappeared in Shu Yao's mind one by one like a horse watching flowers.

It is no different from the mountains and rivers, lakes and rivers I have seen.

Not so poignant.

Shu Yao could only say "I'm sorry".

The thunderclouds in the sky swelled to the limit.

The first thunderbolt tore through the heavy clouds, swooped down to the ground and fell quickly!