I, scum gong, never adore Master

I want to find him, and I will be buried in one place even if I die!

A gap was torn open in the scarlet sky of Demon Realm, and the miasma that guarded this barren land was torn apart, diluted, and became less dense.

That's something that can only be done by an artifact from Jiutian, and it's Wutong's handwriting.

After the miasma of the Demon Realm is diluted, ordinary monks can also set foot in it without being poisoned to death.

But a large amount of miasma will not dissipate, but flooded into the world.

Stepping over the jagged rocks is the entrance to the Demon Realm. After Feng Yi has led those catastrophes, all the rest of the Yi clan are waiting for him here.

Yun Jian frowned: "Why did you bring them here? I don't need to involve others in my grievances with Wutong."

Feng Yi anxiously said: "How can they be regarded as others? The big lie told by Wutong put the entire Yi clan in danger of being exterminated, and made you, my lord, suffer in the world for thousands of years. Wutong is the enemy of the entire Yi clan!"

Although Feng Yi knew that the Dao of Heaven was helping and intervening in this matter, he didn't know that the gods in Jiutian were the targets of the Dao of Heaven to clean up. He thought that as long as Wutong died, the Yi clan would return to Jiutian and regain control of the God Realm.

Or maybe it's not that I don't know, but it's hard to accept, and I still have illusions.

Yun Jian couldn't stop him, and he didn't have time to send away these descendants of the Yi clan. He pursed his lips and said, "I don't ask you anything else, I just hope you protect them."

"My lord, like me, they are all voluntary. It is our honor to die for you."

"Uh..." Yun Jian didn't speak, he didn't have time to explain so much to Feng Yi who had been stubborn for thousands of years, the snake-like torch got closer and closer, and almost dispatched half of the world of cultivating immortals.

These mortals believed Indus' lies.

They believed that the real Shenyin Peak Immortal Venerable had been murdered by the devil, and now this person entrenched in the demon realm was a revived, reborn demon god.

It doesn't matter right or wrong, the natural enemy of human monks has always been demons.

Pieces of red sycamore leaves floated from the scarlet sky, and they were carried by the wind and landed on the opposite side of Yunjian, turning into sycamores dressed in red.

Standing on the opposite side, looking at Yun Jian today, and at the descendants of the Yi clan flying around him, Wu Tong felt a sense of loss for a moment: "Why do you have to fight against me? What I want is nothing but the power of Nirvana. If you sacrifice it, you won't hurt others, even your clansmen."

"That's what you said on Cold Winter Cliff thousands of years ago."

He trusted him, many times, but it was all deception.

Wutong wants the power of Nirvana for the sake of eternal life and to maintain his absolute rule above the Nine Heavens. Even if Yun Jian gives the power of Nirvana, his ambition will not be satisfied, but will expand day by day, and even make the whole Yi The family fell.

Because it is very difficult for the natural gods to recognize him as a lord who relied on despicable means to rise to the top, then let them all disappear and re-cultivate a group of obedient ones, such as those who desire to ascend to gods in the world monk.

Compared with ambition and desire, no matter how much he loves Yun Jian, and no matter how reluctant he is, he also kills him.

Wutong looked at Yun Jian who had lost the power of Nirvana, and was sure that he would not survive, and said sadly: "If you were not born with the power of Nirvana, and if the way to take out the power of Nirvana was not to kill you, I would even be willing After success, I will form a contract with you and share the world together."

No matter how he expresses his deep affection, Yun Jian will not be moved by it, let alone take off all his emotions now, even in the past, his feelings for Wutong have always been the friendship between teachers and students, and the feelings of old friends.

Not to mention the slightest love.

Wutong sighed and smiled suddenly: "Is the power of Nirvana in Liquan? If you hide him, I may not find it."

He glanced at the human monks who were approaching. The leader was Rong Xianke and others who were cultivated by him and were loyal to him in order to ascend to the nine heavens. The rest were eager to ascend and obeyed, and some were angry because their divine veins were destroyed. Yes, more of them are fools who keep in the dark, claim to be righteous, and come to wipe out the devil.

Not long after, these people saw Yun Jian and besieged him. Wu Tong was standing on the outside, staring at him sullenly.

"Your Highness Feng Lan, after you kill them all, I will find the power of Nirvana and kill your little lover."

He didn't care about the life and death of the human race at all, and he didn't think Yun Jian would let him go.

Wrapped in a dark red robe, Wutong retreated from the surging crowd, and there were bursts of fighting behind him. A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, knowing that Yun Jian would not live long after taking out the power of Nirvana. Even Yun Jian's body could not be seen.

After this farewell, we will never see each other again.

Thinking about the last conversation between them, Yun Jian couldn't even give him a look, even if there was no hidden emotion in it, even if it was resentment or hatred...

Since you can't get this person's love, it's good to be hated until death.

Yun Jian had no intention of hurting anyone, and was trapped in the center, with clusters of torches shining to warm up the surrounding area, and when swords with cold light were drawn out of their sheaths, he just ordered Caique of the Yi clan to build high walls to block them. No matter how ignorant he was, no matter how heinous mistakes he made to the gods, he had to get rid of Wutong first.

Let Xianke sweep the whisk, and the ordinary spirit weapon suddenly turned into a martial arts.

She was originally a descendant of Huihui Island, so naturally she cannot be regarded as a mortal, and Shenwu was also taken away when she left Wuhui Island.Tens of thousands of flexible dust threads entwine the Yi Clan's flying feathers. Under the mournful sound, the tall defensive halo was broken, and some birds were wrenched off their wings and fell to the ground, trying to support themselves and climb up. To plug the gap.

In the end, the gap could not be blocked, and the barrier was broken.

The monks besieged Yun Jian again, regarded him as a demon, and regarded him as a monster that harmed the world, but they didn't know that the person they listened to was really for the purpose, regardless of their life and death.

Yun Jian was surrounded in the center, he said: "You can't stop me, and I have no intention of becoming an enemy to you, you have broken into the demon realm, and the restriction has been broken, and the miasma of the demon realm has invaded the human world, if you want the world to be safe, you should hurry up." Hurry up and stop the miasma."

Everyone looked up, and there was indeed a deep crack in the enchantment of the Demon Realm, and the miasma was pouring into the human world continuously, and the crack was still being torn open, and the miasma was scrambling to overflow.

There seems to be a figure shaking in the crack.

A monk squinted his eyes and said in astonishment, "It's Qu Pinglan Qu, head of Ling Huazong! What is he doing there? We are here to deal with the devil, how could he not come?"

"Qu Yifeng, Duan Haiya, Wu Mofei from the Shaoyang School, Qiao Xingyun...they..."

"They are building defenses, repairing cracks, and preventing the miasma of the Demon Realm from pouring into the human world."

A black figure suddenly appeared, with the iconic epee on his back, the young man tore off his hood to reveal his resolute face.

Everyone recognized him at a glance, and exclaimed: "Long Xianxia! It's Long Xianxia!!"

"Is Long Xianxia here to slay demons with us?"

"With Long Xianxia here, the devil will definitely be able to kill him!"

Luo Yan frowned and looked at the crowd and said: "If the miasma floods into the world, it will kill the common people, the world will become a purgatory, and the plague will run rampant for several years... You are all people from the fairy gate, and those who are involved in the fairy gate must protect you It is the common people's responsibility, you have believed in the villain's slander, opened the enchantment of the demon realm, and caused this disaster, now you should rein in the precipice and stop it in time to be worthy of being respected as a fairy by mortals!"

I thought that Luo Yan was with them, but unexpectedly, he didn't come to slay demons, instead he criticized everyone first, and then asked them to make up for their mistakes.

Although respectful, most of these people who came to Demon Realm are famous figures, how can they stand up to the criticism of a rising star?

If they go to stop the miasma now, wouldn't they indirectly admit that they made a mistake?

Someone retorted: "Long Xianxia's words are wrong. What kind of miasma is invading the world, maybe it is the devil's tricks. After we break the miasma and come to wipe out the devil, it is naturally for the sake of the common people in the world."

"Yes! We are waiting for righteousness! We are here to eradicate demons and defend the way for the sake of the common people, even if the miasma permeates the world... But, which war did not shed blood and sacrifice? Let alone ordinary people, even if killing the devil requires Offer up my life, and I will not hesitate!"

The shameless and cheeky remarks made Luo Yan speechless.

Yun Jian, who was in the middle of the siege, sneered suddenly: "Oh? Are you willing to sacrifice your life for the common people?"

He lost his eyes, so he can't see anything logically, but he always feels that he can see the dark and ferocious eyes in his eyes through the thin white silk.

The cultivator who was stared at, who just spoke uprightly, swallowed his saliva. Relying on the large number of people, he raised his courage and said angrily: "Why should I be afraid of death? Even if I die, there will definitely be colleagues who will avenge me and find you, the devil!" Kill me!"

Quiet and silent, you can hear the drop of a needle.

The man clearly felt the person beside him take half a step back.

"Uh..." Yun Jian smiled suddenly: "You are so calm to die, shouldn't you be fulfilled?"

With a slight movement of the palm, the man was dragged by an invisible force and bumped towards Yun Jian, his throat was suddenly stuck, and he lifted it up in the air.

Yun Jian said: "I don't like to kill people, but you need to die. You have contributed the most to the rumors spread these years. You don't see blood in killing people, and you don't need a knife to kill your heart. Your ability makes the gods and Buddhas in the sky frightened. I will let you go." .”

There was a "click".

The neck was broken, and the corpse that was thrown under its feet twitched for a moment, and then died completely.

Luo Yan had no intention of helping each other, and did not stop Yun Jian, and flew towards the torn gap in the Demon Realm amidst everyone's panicked expressions, and repaired the crack together with the monks.

The monks who were still in place suddenly divided into two groups.

He said: "Long Xianxia's actions are for the sake of the common people. Isn't killing evil spirits also for saving all living beings? If you abandon all living beings for the sake of killing evil spirits, it is not the original intention of the fairy sect!"

So, this group of people followed Luo Yan to the gap and repaired the crack.

All of a sudden, half of the people are missing, and the rest are a little uneasy.

Some of them have ghosts in their hearts, and saving the common people is empty, and cultivating immortals is not for the purpose of being a knight, but only for ascending to become a god. This is a secret that does not need to be revealed.

Indus reached an agreement with their ancestors thousands of years ago, and now they can't turn back. The thousands of years have been paved by countless ancestors.

Whether right or wrong, they must persevere, just wait for the siege of Yunjian, and wait for Wutong to return, take them out of the world, and soar to the nine heavens.

Then what do people do?

This group of people incited the rest of the vacillating monks who were at a loss.

Tell them and confuse them: "Ordinary people can only live for a hundred years. Even if they don't die of miasma, they will die of old age, but monks are different. If you don't kill this devil today, he will take revenge on the fairy sect in the future. None of you present can escape , your fellow disciples, teachers, and disciples will all become the souls of the devil's sword."

"Exactly! As you all saw just now, that colleague was brutally murdered after only contradicting a few words. What's more, the tragedies in Yunmiao Mountain and Qulian Temple are obvious to all of you. You can give up killing demons today. But will this devil let you go?"

The atmosphere was brightened, and the people who were hesitant and wavering became more determined.

A pair of eyes full of passion and hatred locked on Yun Jian.

The atmosphere is dignified and ready to explode.

Feng Yi pulled out a feather blade that shone with golden light. It was so radiant, as if a divine phoenix descended, and he stood in front of Yun Jian.

"This feather blade was left by your mother. With it, I won't let these people hinder you. Your lord, go quickly, kill Wutong, and bring us back to Nine Heavens."

Yun Jian pursed his lips, he really wanted to kill Wutong, but they couldn't go back to Jiuchongtian at all.

He didn't have time to talk about this matter with Fengyi in detail, and he didn't want to say it. Fengyi hibernated in the world for thousands of years, just to revive the Yi clan. This is all the hope that supports him to live. If his hope is broken, he will not be able to live. .

Yun Jian is not someone kind enough to repay grievances with kindness. If these people don't stop him, he won't kill, but if they stop him, he won't tell Feng Yi to keep alive.

He turned around and chased in the direction Wutong left.

Behind him are the crisp sounds of knives and halberds colliding, flesh and blood flying, screaming, and cursing...

Cloud remonstrance does not matter.

Thousands of miles away, Jun Heng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, withdrew his perception and slowly opened his eyes.

Immortal Changlan who was standing by his side asked puzzledly, "Don't you care?"

Jun Heng raised his gradually transparent fingers, glanced at his ankle that was fading away, smiled lightly and shook his head.

"What can the way of heaven do? The way of heaven must follow the laws of the world and the order of the world. I have intervened in Feng Lanyun's remonstrance. This is already the price. I can't control more, and I don't want to."

Chang Lan was a little stunned: "You want to watch them kill each other? In this way... something will happen in the world..."

"What happened? Will the world die because of their disputes? Even if all the people in the world die, they can be replaced with a new batch of seedlings. After thousands of years, it will be the same as it is today."

"Uh..." Jun Heng said with a slight smile: "The change of an era always requires bloodshed and sacrifice. The demons thousands of years ago were able to see through the secrets, in order to live forever and destroy the laws of the world. I took action to let the humble gods who were originally begging for mercy Overwhelm them and become the ruler of this world again."

"Then...Feng Lanyun remonstrated with him, what is he..."

Jun Heng looked up at Immortal Changlan: "Since you know so much, when the matter is over, return to Hongmeng with me."

Chang Lan pursed his lips, with a calm expression on his face. He didn't feel any fear, nor did he beg for mercy. Even though he knew that returning to Hongmeng was lonelier than death in a certain sense, he didn't show any timidity.

Jun Heng said again: "I have existed in the primordial world for too long, and the way of heaven needs to be replaced..."

"Uh……"

"But... don't worry, I won't perish so quickly, at least I have to end the matter in front of me." Jun Heng continued: "Feng Lanyun admonishes... It's better for him to lose this surname, Feng Lan's surname is right His shackles are revenge and hatred."

"Who would have expected that the demon god who forced the gods to pray for mercy ten thousand years ago would be reincarnated as the young master of the gods after his death?"

"Ah!!" It's not shocking, it's not surprising.

Ever since Feng Lan Yun Jian broke his shell, he was ordered to bring disaster, saying that he would kill everyone around him, and that the power of Nirvana he brought was unknown.

These... were never rumors.

He was born to be the enemy of the Protoss...

Jun Heng picked a young leaf, and it quickly withered at the fingertips, and his gradually transparent fingers returned to solidity.

"However, there is no justice or evil in the world. I just look at it from which angle. Compared with the previous life, I like his current life very much. He never provokes anyone. The way he is dazzled by love makes me think Very worry-free."

Tiandao always speaks with a sense of mystery, Changlan listened a lot, and also figured out some intentions.

Changlan: "I have another question, why did you help him?"

"Help him?" Jun Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "You think I'm helping him too? Heh...how can I help him? I'm sending him to die willingly."

More, he won't say any more.

Regarding the fact that the power of Nirvana makes Heaven fearful...

Even if the Heavenly Dao helped the Protoss destroy the Demon Realm and strangle the Demon God ten thousand years ago, it did not completely destroy the power of Nirvana.

Instead, Yun Jian was reborn in the Protoss with the power of Nirvana. The stupid Wutong only thought that the power of Nirvana could make him, the Nine Heavens he ruled, never fall and live forever, but he underestimated this power.

The power of Nirvana can completely subvert the entire world and reshape a world that is not controlled by the Dao of Heaven.

This secret will be sealed forever...

"The power of Nirvana must be used by Feng Lan Yunjian himself, and it will never appear in this world again!"

Jun Heng leaned back in his chair, sighed, and opened a water mirror, and what appeared in the mirror was Jiang Ye who was trapped in the magic hall and accepted the soul-melting lamp.

"The Liquan cannot perish. If there is no Liquan, the rivers and rivers in this world will dry up, and no life will be born."

Changlan suddenly realized.

Even if Feng Lanyun's remonstrance can't save Jiang Ye, Tiandao won't let it go.

The young man in the water mirror seemed to be suffering extreme pain, and the fusion of souls was painful, unbearable, but even at this critical moment, he still spared no effort to resist the shackles of his mother and child Iroha's orders.

Bu Lingchen was sweating profusely while helping him melt his soul.

"Jiang Ye! You can't do this, you have to put all your attention on Soul Melting, otherwise there will be accidents, do you want your master to sacrifice in vain and let his efforts go to waste?"

Jiang Ye's flushed apricot pupils were colorless, he was covered in sweat from the pain, and his face was pale, but he still kept mobilizing all his strength to impact the bondage of Zimu Caiyu.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he just stared at Bu Ling Chen with resolute eyes.

If Yunjian is dead, what's the point of living alone?

He will hate him, and the hatred will be hard to eliminate forever.

Even if he can't control himself now, sooner or later he will break through the shackles, and sooner or later he will die for Feng Lanyun's remonstrance.

The Soul Concentrating Lamp injects all the power of Nirvana in the wick into Jiang Ye's body, and his soul is gradually bonded, and he is about to succeed...

but……

He closed Ye's eyes, then opened them again, gritted his silver teeth and desperately defied Iroha's bondage, enduring the scorching heat in front of his chest, stretched out his hand to grab the wick that was only the size of a cherry pit, and stopped The last step of soul melting.

The palm of the hot ground was scorched, but he didn't let go.

"Evernight—"

The clothes all over his body were drenched with sweat, and water could almost be wrung out, his forehead was stuck to his pale side face, holding the only remaining Nirvana wick tightly, and looked at Bu Lingchen with a sad smile: "I'm going to find him , death will be buried in one place!"

Jiang Ye, who has fully recovered Liquan's divine power, cannot be stopped by Bu Lingchen.

When Bu Lingchen chased them out, the person had disappeared.

Just the last step...

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ending tomorrow