In the dark night, a white-robed monk came with a cane, his body full of Buddha light, moistening the mountains and rivers, making the rain that night seem hazy.
The red monsters stood clumsily in place, each face screaming in pain, fingers pulling at their hair, their cries shrill and terrifying.
Taoist Tianya turned around and saw Wusheng slowly approaching.
The young monk stretched out his hand, with golden-white light at his fingertips, dispelling the twisted evil thoughts in the air.
He had now removed the white silk covering his eyes, and his light golden eyes were like bright lights in the night.
Tianya Taoist opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
Wusheng said first: "Senior, please step back first."
When he came out of the Hall of Rebirth, the sadness and joy between his eyebrows became lighter. He looked at Qin Qianhuan with silent and calm eyes and said softly: "This is the result of my evil deeds. I should cut it off by my Buddhist sect."
Each word is light, yet it sounds like holy sound through the vast rain.
Tianya was slightly startled, nodded and took a step back.
Not far away, Qin Qianhuan's eyes froze, but he smiled faintly: "Buddhism's evil fruit? How interesting."
"Who said that I must be a Buddha for the rest of my life just because I converted to Buddhism? Are you qualified to interfere with my decision to stay or go, to become a demon or a Buddha?"
She flew into the air and sat on the shoulder of the red monster. Her apricot-yellow dress became the brightest color in the dark world, but the cold murderous intent in her body was even heavier than that of the monster.
"You just inherited Zen knowledge, so you are really my opponent? Ridiculous."
She walked barefoot in the rain, her fingers pressed on the mask pinned to her hair. She took it off, and the mask returned to its original appearance.
Qin Qianhuan straightened his lips, his expression was cold, and put it back on his face.
From the moment she sat down, the red monster seemed to have a soul.
It was no longer twisted and scared, but growled and raised its head. Its dark, thick hair dragged on the ground, and its face was covered with layers of human faces and bloodshot eyes, which looked like dense red dots from a distance.
Wusheng looked up.
The masked girl lowered her head indifferently.
For thousands of years, we are all in the same sect.
Ten thousand years later, Buddha and the devil go their separate ways.
Wusheng closed his eyes and said, "Perhaps I should have woken up earlier to save you."
Qin Qianhuan stretched out his hand and tore off the relic on his wrist.
The voice sneered.
"It's impossible to cross."
"You can't save me."
"Because I was once a Buddha."
Wusheng closed his eyes and opened them again. The compassion in his expression disappeared without a trace. He said, "Now that you have killed countless lives, it will be difficult to wash away your sins unless you go to hell."
Qin Qianhuan sneered and said, "Why are you talking so much? Today, either I break your heart or you destroy my soul. The ending is so simple, why make the cause and effect complicated?"
The broken relic from her wrist rolled to the ground.
The red monster took a step forward, and its footsteps were so heavy that they shook the earth. The relics shattered in an instant, emitting dazzling red light that shone on her lonely and pale mask, making her look like the Thousand-Faced Buddha that had been peeling off for a hundred years in the Hall of the Rebirth.
Wusheng sighed, and a faint blue-green light emerged from the tip of the Zen staff in his palm, gathering the power of the ancient Buddha Dipankara and forming a mirror.
No borders, no boundaries.
With him as the center, the space is isolated.
The mirror surface was washed clear by the rain.
The red monster walked forward and suddenly stopped.
Then the movements are almost synchronized with the monster.
Qin Qianhuan held his head and screamed!
“Ahhh!”
She was in extreme pain, her fingers trembling as she covered her face, and the mask was torn by her own scratches and fell to the ground with a clang.
Mirror.
Mirror.
It was once a mirror, sending her to hell.
A remote mountain villa in the mountains and a narrow and smelly cave.
Day and night, I suffer the pain of having my heart torn out and my face torn apart.
She transformed herself into millions of people, and the ignorant villagers thought she was a demon. They forced her to reveal her true form, peeled off her skin, and then peeled off a new one. The Buddha's immortality became an eternal nightmare.
She looked at the shattered mask on the ground.
It felt like my skin and flesh were being torn off once again.
All the emotions on his face disappeared completely.
Qin Qianhuan raised her sleeve to wipe her face. The three flames on her forehead were as red as blood. She stood up, and the red monster next to her also became completely furious.
The wind was blowing violently, breaking all the grass and trees.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed, and the sky and the earth lost their light.
Only a huge red monster, like a beast from the abyss, stood in the wind and rain.
Qin Qianhuan said softly: "My Buddha."
The voice came from the mouths of tens of thousands of people, men and women, young and old, and it was deafening.
She laughed sarcastically, "I don't seek life now, nor do I seek death. Everything I do is in accordance with my will. Nothing is left over and nothing is owed. Isn't this considered great freedom?"
Wusheng knew that she had turned into a demon, and he wanted to kill her from the beginning.
The pale golden eyes were as clear as a mirror, and he said calmly word by word: "You have been asking for death."
In front of the power of the ancient Buddha, all things are as humble as ants.
Ji Wuyou was lying on the ground in the mud, unable to bend or stretch his fingers due to the pain and soreness. Rain water flowed across his eyes and eyebrows, and he just stared blankly at the yellow mud in his palm.
This scene is too familiar and too unforgettable.
But he didn't seem to be so embarrassed before.
But such a rainy night, such a posture, such cowardice, all seem familiar to me in this life or past life.
From the moment Wusheng appeared, Ji Wuyou felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The white-robed monk looked too familiar. He remembered the group from Zhonglian Village. Zhang Yiming was Pei Yuzhi, Wusheng didn't even change his name, and Fusang, it must be Yu Qinglian.
He was so dumb that he couldn't even see that the Five Heroes were famous all over the world - they had been lying to him all along.
Ji Wuyou covered his chest and gasped for breath. His mind was in a mess and many memories that did not belong to him emerged one after another.
It was such a night, a young man in white clothes came up the mountain in the rain while picking flowers; it was such a night, he stumbled out of Tianqian Peak with his clothes stained with blood.
Just without paying attention to the information exploding in his head, Ji Wuyou crawled backwards, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to leave.
But Tianya Taoist, who was standing nearby, saw his action immediately.
He was extremely disappointed and disgusted with Ji Wuyou, and roared: "You still want to run?" He walked forward and slapped Ji Wuyou on the back.
"Wow--" Ji Wuyou fell heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. The palm of Taoist Tianya, mixed with the powerful force of the Nascent Soul Stage, chopped down fiercely and directly shattered his Dantian. The Dantian was destroyed, and his liver and gallbladder were broken. Ji Wuyou's bloodshot, confused and painful eyes froze at this moment, and he looked up blankly, looking at the endless night.
There was a miserable downpour, but he seemed to see a pure white light.
Buzz.
A string vibrated in my mind.
That light is pure and white, containing all filth and dirt.
He remembered.
... ... He remembered.
When I was a child, she was always there for me at every critical moment of my life. When I was about to suffocate at the bottom of the lake, the white light appeared in the swaying water plants. When I was entangled by a poisonous snake in my bed, the white light appeared outside the window on a summer night.
But the memory doesn't stop.
Rolling forward.
His birth. On a thunderstorm night, all the animals hibernate.
Even—his death!
Ji Wuyou's eyes suddenly widened.
What's this?!
His death—
He died at Tianqian Peak! At the Ascension Ceremony!
The wind and snow brought the old friend to the broken bridge. The old friend in the green robe was as white as snow. He killed the mountain with a sword, and pressed forward step by step, cutting off his limbs, gouging out his eyes, leaving him with one breath to sink into the sea of rebirth.
That old friend...
It's Pei Yuzhi!
Ji Wuyou's pupils shrank into a point, his breathing stopped, the wind and rain around him stopped, and it seemed that time had also stopped.
Time goes back and memories return.
He saw Wentian Peak, and in the pale snow and wind, he saw Pei Yuzhi, who was trampled to death by him in front of the whole world.
He saw the four heroes die tragically and Yunxiao fall into despair.
He saw himself on the run and making a comeback.
He saw himself killing his master with his own hands and escaping from Tianqian Peak.
The fingers trembled and curled up little by little.
Seeing him worship Pei Yuzhi as his master, he has lived in rumors for a hundred years.
Seeing the beginning, the beginning. He stumbled into the sky, rolled into the mud, and the handsome young man in white clothes, Xie Hua stepping on the moon, smiled and stretched out his hand to him.
“Ahhh!”
What's this?!
What's this?!!
Ji Wuyou's whole body was stiff, but after being confused, he suddenly and coldly woke up.
Was that the previous life
It turned out that in both lives, no matter the place or time of their first meeting, his feelings when he first saw Pei Yuzhi never changed.
It's not gratitude, not admiration, nor love.
His mood has always been.
I wanted to be like him, to take his place.
“Ahhh!”
The Dantian exploded, and the vast purple-black demonic energy grew and spread!
A destructive power suddenly awakened in Ji Wuyou!
Ji Wuyou's body began to grow, from a boy to a young man.
An old woman seemed to appear in the pure white light in the rain, bending over, looking at him tenderly with eyes, dispelling his confusion and pain.
Ji Wuyou fell into a deep state of madness!
Memories of past lives continue to cycle and repeat.
He spat out blood again.
The power of the devil circulates in the blood.
He felt like his body was going to explode.
The sword has been nurtured for thousands of years and inherits the power of heaven.
The skin becomes thinner and the bones become darker.
Ji Wuyou supported himself with his fingers and stumbled to his feet.
The memory is still flowing back.
Ten thousand years ago, Yunxiao Sword Master broke into Jiuyou and pulled the sword out of his chest.
The ladder to heaven was half broken, and in the Jingtian Courtyard, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were injured, along with him.
After a long struggle, there was dead silence.
Ji Wuyou murmured: "I am the Lord of the Heavenly Demons. I was born to break the ladder to heaven."
"I am the Lord of the Demons. I am the Chosen One."
He held his head with both hands and laughed up to the sky: "Hahahaha, I am the Lord of the Demons!!!"
Ji Wuyou was wrapped in a black mist, and his bones were pitch black.
People have gone mad.
He muttered like a madman: "I am the Lord of the Demons! I am the Lord of the Demons!"
He is a man nurtured by heaven, and he is the most powerful person in this world.
So they—are they worthy
Are you worthy of looking down on him? Are you worthy of making him so embarrassed
The black mist turned into a cloak, and Ji Wuyou's facial features became hard and fierce, with a bloody light in his eyes. His hair became very long, and his eyes were a deep purple-black.
Ji Wuyou looked at Tianya Taoist again.
I just find it extremely ironic.
In his previous life, he killed this old immortal and started his journey of awakening. In this life, he has already awakened, but he still has to be killed.
Wusheng was fighting with Qin Qianhuan again and didn't notice the changes here at all.
Even though the spiritual power in his body is still in a violent period and Ji Wuyou cannot control it, it is still easy for him to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.
His voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "If I kill you, Pei Yuzhi will definitely be very sad, just like in the last life."
The hatred at the moment of death made Ji Wuyou's blood boil.
He whispered, "If I make him sad, I will be happy."
"How stupid! I was always stuck in something."
"How stupid! Why would I bother thinking of an excuse to kill you?"
"You are just ants. I can kill you whenever I want."
Ji Wuyou stretched out his hand, his nails as long as his fingers, the devil's aura as sharp as a sword, and he was about to dig open Tianya Taoist's chest and take out his heart.
He attacked in a flash, and that kind of ancient and profound power was simply not something Tianya Taoist could resist.
In an instant, murder was imminent.
Qin Qianhuan roared, and the red monster was torn into pieces in the golden light, with its face twisted and scattered.
Wusheng put away his staff and turned back, his eyes frozen for a moment!
Tianya Taoist felt a chill in his heart and was sure that he was dead.
Ji Wuyou forced a twisted smile on his face.
But it was a critical moment.
Suddenly, the sound of bells was heard in the air.
Ding-ling, ding-ling, the sound of the bells rang in the rainy night, in the wilderness.
The seemingly gentle but actually irresistible bluish-white light enveloped Tianya Taoist.
Ji Wuyou only felt a piercing cold and pain, which made him withdraw his hand instantly.
The dark purple eyes were bloodthirsty as they looked at the woman walking towards them from a distance.
Wusheng closed his eyes and took a long breath.
Yu Qinglian had a cold expression and wore a red dress. She walked barefoot through the ruins, and with every step she took, a lotus flower seemed to bloom in the center of her feet.
Ji Wuyou watched for a long time and sneered: "Fushi... ... Randeng... ... Hahaha, so what if the gods and Buddhas are awakened? Ten thousand years ago, you were not my opponents. Ten thousand years later, with your descendants and reincarnations, what qualifications do you have to be my enemy!"
Yu Qinglian stood in front.
Wusheng also came over.
The confrontation between the three parties made the whole world quiet.
The mountains and rivers are shaking, and the night sky is bloody and strange.
Yu Qinglian's beautiful face was filled with murderous intent. She said, "I never thought that the demon was actually you. If I had known this, I would have drowned you in the vat with my own hands."
Ji Wuyou also remembered and smiled jokingly: "I still need to thank you for the Zhonglian Village incident. It was you who taught me a lesson and opened my mind, which allowed me to awaken so smoothly."
Yu Qinglian was not affected by him at all: "You were born evil."
Ji Wuyou's demonic energy is exploding in his body and his demonic bones are not yet formed, so he is naturally no match for Yu Qinglian's enlightenment.
And this time, the people he wanted to kill most were not them.
Thinking of the master in green clothes and snow-haired who had tortured him so severely, Ji Wuyou knew who it was almost instantly.
"Pei Yuzhi, Chu Junyu, hahahaha."
The awakened Lord of the Demon took a step back.
The body was scattered in the black mist.
He wants to go back now, back to Jiuyou, to remove his bones and reshape himself.
Ji Wuyou said sinisterly: "I will spare your lives today. When I return, you won't even be qualified to reincarnate!"
Yu Qinglian sneered, pulled out the whip, and slashed across the sky, shattering the sky.
Ji Wuyou's body was split into two, but he couldn't be stopped at all and disappeared on the spot.
Yu Qinglian gritted her teeth.
Wusheng was slightly stunned, and said softly beside him: "Don't chase, we can't catch up."
Yu Qinglian calmed down, looked towards the direction of Jingtianyuan again, and said, "He wants to cut off the ladder. It seems that we all have to go to Jingtianyuan again."
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