Qin Qianhuan half-knelt on the ground.
The body of the red monster next to him collapsed, and his mask peeled off and shattered with the raindrops.
Millions of faces melted in the blood, rolling into a red ground.
She supported herself on the ground with both hands, and all she saw was fine red and green powder floating on the soil, unwetted by the rain and uncontaminated by the mud - it was the relics that she had crushed alive by herself.
Wusheng walked over step by step, his golden and white monk robe illuminating the dark night. He tapped the ground with his Zen staff, and the fragments of relics on the ground glowed slightly due to his breath, floating up like stars.
The golden Buddhist texts circled in the air.
Qin Qianhuan raised his head, his neck was tense, his body was thin, and his back was straight.
Her eyes were painful and blank, like a dying leaf butterfly.
"You have committed many evil deeds, and even hell cannot tolerate you." The young monk's pale golden eyes seemed to contain the stars of thousands of years. He said calmly, "You were originally a Buddha, but once a Buddha is possessed by the devil, there is no way back."
Her Zen consciousness collapsed, her relics shattered, and all the Buddha nature in her was completely destroyed by herself.
Qin Qianhuan felt her soul being pulled away by a force, but she had never been afraid of death. Half-kneeling in front of the True Buddha, she gave a short smile and said, "You'd better make my soul fly away today, otherwise, in the future, even if you kneel in front of me, I will take your Buddha heart and cut off your wisdom."
Wusheng looked at him with compassion: "You still have hatred in your heart."
Qin Qianhuan's mouth was filled with the sweet taste of blood, and he murmured, "Yes, I hate it."
She curled her fingers, but all she caught was the empty wind.
"You have always forced me to become a Buddha... But I have never wanted to become a Buddha or a demon. Now that Zen consciousness has fallen into my body, am I destined to save the world?"
"I don't want to take on this responsibility at all. It would be great if I could just be a carefree, arrogant, rich lady in the human world."
Wusheng said: "My master never forced you."
Qin Qianhuan smiled, her apricot yellow dress darkened by the blood. "Yes, I was stubborn and playful, and I ignored my parents' advice and insisted on going to your Sakyamuni Temple. But can this accident of mine also be regarded as a warning to your master?"
She taunted, "If you were not a saint in your previous life, you will be a good person for nine lifetimes. He should have known when I kicked him out of the house for the first time that I could never become a Buddha! Did he see the consequences of forcing someone to become a Buddha?"
Wusheng remained silent. A faint fire appeared on the tip of the Zen stick, lighting the eternal night.
The three clusters of red flames between Qin Qianhuan's eyebrows were burned and turned into an almost transparent white.
Every inch of her body, from soul to body, was slowly becoming weak, the pain made her breath weak, but she still sneered intermittently: "It's just like you trying to make Ji Wuyou a good person, how ridiculous, how can he be good... He is a puppet of the heaven, his fate and original sin are evil, the meaning of his existence is... to do evil."
Qin Qianhuan said softly: "He is not a human being at all. He has no emotions. Heaven raised him in the evil pond and gave him only jealousy, arrogance and violence."
Wusheng lowered his eyes and said, "Ji Wuyou will get the ending he deserves."
Qin Qianhuan sneered and said, "I'm afraid that in the end, he will make you repeat the ending of ten thousand years ago."
Wusheng had a blank expression on his face: "His karma happened more than ten thousand years ago."
The monk leaned over and pointed his finger at Qin Qianhuan's forehead.
His fingers were as white as lotus flowers, and a trace of blood-red Zen consciousness flowed out from the center of the flame between Qin Qianhuan's eyebrows.
Zen consciousness left her body, and she became a mortal. Qin Qianhuan closed her eyes, as if it was her final destination. Her skin instantly aged, wrinkles accumulated, brown spots appeared, and her black hair turned gray.
Then the gray hair fell off, the flesh and blood disappeared, and only the bones were left.
In the vast sky and earth, there was only a skeleton half-kneeling on the ground, supporting itself with its hand bones. It was hit by the rain and shattered to the ground.
Over there, Yu Qinglian took a step forward and walked towards the middle-aged man who was frightened unconscious in the ruins. She brushed her fingers across his face to calm his mind.
Next to him were the bodies of his wife and children. It would probably be a nightmare for him when he woke up.
The golden bell rang softly. In the misty rain, two ghosts slowly appeared on the ruins, one big and one small, with the woman holding the child. The wife's expression was blank and painful, but the child was still ignorant. At this age, life and death were too unfamiliar to him. They were harmed by the devil, and their souls were trapped on the ruins, unable to be reborn.
Yu Qinglian untied them, and it was unclear whether she was saying to them or to herself, "Go with peace of mind. Those who killed you will be punished."
Pei Jing was led by Zhu Jian through the chaotic and dark void and stepped onto a staircase. The shape of the staircase was quite strange, with two sides spiraling alternately.
Walking on it always feels unreal, and I’m afraid that the next step will miss the target.
He looked down and saw the lifeless main hall. The four stone pillars had bloody and cold reliefs. He walked up the stairs, thinking that it would be the second floor, but he unexpectedly went straight out.
Behind the palace was hidden in darkness at that time, but now it is revealed that there is a towering mountain.
This staircase that winds up from behind the throne in the main hall leads directly to the top of the palace and to the mountain wall.
When the sword arrived here, it made a buzzing sound and then fell back into Pei Jing's palm.
Pei Jing jumped from the eaves to the cliff, holding onto a protruding rock with his hands, and muttered, "Why did you bring me here? Let me make it clear first, I can't beat the Heavenly Dao for now, so don't hurt me."
He always felt that Zhu Jian was trying to trick him, but he still went in anyway. The crazy woman Tian Dao seemed to be still in deep sleep, so his luck wouldn't be that bad. For a cultivator, climbing walls and flying over rooftops was not a difficult task. Pei Jing walked around it for a long time but couldn't get to the end, so he just walked up and felt a heat that was getting more and more obvious, and the temperature was so high that it burned his hands.
It was not until he stood on the top of the mountain that he could see clearly that the top of the mountain was empty. Looking down, there was a bottomless hole. The surroundings were already pitch black, and once the light entered, it was absorbed without a trace.
The sword moved again, and Pei Jing understood its meaning.
Pei Jing's expression was very indescribable: "You want me to jump down - you are really not harming me?"
The slightly cold blue light flowed across the sword, as if it was soaked in thousands of years of wind and frost, and the silence gave a firm answer.
"... OK."
Pei Jing put away his sword, leaped forward and jumped in.
As he fell, Pei Jing felt the wind roaring beside him - it was so fierce and violent that it could tear everything apart. The Floating World Green Lotus formed a circle of bright white light around him, keeping him undisturbed.
When I landed, everything was dark. A single ray of red light spread across the ground, winding its way into the depths.
Pei Jing: "Is this where the Heavenly Demon Pond is?"
He walked inside along the red line.
The road was narrow and covered with slippery moss, with red blood flowing on the green moss.
At the intersection of light and darkness, Pei Jing stopped. The sword was icy cold to the bone, and he looked up in a daze.
Looking at the blood-red platform standing in the middle of the mountain, the center of the night, suspended in the air.
The platform was suspended in the air, with only two jade steps on the left and right leading down to the ground. Thick iron chains extended from the bottom of the platform and hung on the eight-sided stone walls. At each connection point, there was a head of a mythical beast carved out of the rock, with its mouth open and holding the chain, looking ferocious.
Blood continued to flow from the edge of the platform, like a waterfall, three thousand feet down. Below was an abyss, empty and empty, with clouds and smoke rolling in it.
The blue fog surged up, tumbling and staining the blood-stained river flowing backwards.
The night sky was silent and profound at that moment, illuminating the mouths and ears of the five beasts, the rich and juicy blood pool, and the bloody bones in the center, which were crystal clear.
At first glance, one feels it is extremely bloody and solemn, especially the devil bones, which are evil and a gathering of all evil, but also give people a feeling of holiness and brightness.
Pei Jing didn't dare to breathe, because there were steps on both sides of the platform.
Every level they kneel down is a member of the Heavenly Demon Clan.
They are all dressed in uniform black, with pale skin. They wander the mortal world and are buried deep in the underworld, immortal for thousands of years like ghosts. They look pale and fragile, but they have sharp teeth and claws, and their eyes hide the long-suppressed violent murderous intent.
In front of the crowd, a man with a bird's head and a human body opened his mouth and whispered something in an ancient language.
Judging from his appearance, he should be an elder of the tribe, wearing a tall hat and a black cloak, with his eyes gazing devoutly at a point in the sky.
Pei Jing took a step back and thought, "What is this guy doing?" Although he was confident, he was not so reckless as to fight against the heroes alone. He planned to wait until they finished their work and left before figuring it out.
As time went by, it turned out that the Demon Bone had a strange phenomenon. The Demon Bone was originally transparent, but suddenly a trace of black gas was injected into it. The source of the black gas was directly above, and there was only a small hole in the air, which was getting bigger and bigger.
The birdman elder had a happy expression on his face, closed his mouth, and followed the others behind him to half-kneel down, with his forehead touching the steps. His wide robes dragged in the air like a giant bird.
The water in the pool was startled, tumbling and rolling, flowing upstream and forming a staircase. It was as if a god would walk down from the torn void.
Pei Jing felt something was wrong. He lowered his head, looked at Zhu Jian who was ready to make a move, and asked in a low voice: "Are you trying to trick me?"
The light on the sword paused.
Then Zhu Jian used his actual actions to tell him what it meant to truly pit the master.
Buzz! The sound is like dragons fighting in the wild and phoenixes weeping in the empty mountains.
The clear sword light swept across the thousand-foot-high cliff.
The sword suddenly broke away from his control and rushed straight up. The moment the light appeared, the whole world was silent.
The people of the Sky Demon Clan were shocked and looked up in anger and horror.
But it was unbelievable. Looking at the demon bones in the blood pool, it seemed stiff and slowly raised its head again.
"Who?!" The birdman elder reacted first. Two pairs of eagle-like wings grew on his back. He flew into the air, with sharp claws on his hands, trying to stop the sword.
Pei Jing was so angry that he wanted to perform a bare-handed sword-breaking trick, but he suppressed his temper and said in a cold tone: "Come back!"
He is still the master of Zhujian, and the sword cultivator has absolute control over his sword. Zhujian has a very deep bond with the blood pool, but Pei Jing's thoughts are pulling it from behind.
Sensing something was wrong, it turned around in the air, dodged the birdman elder, and returned to Pei Jing's palm.
At this moment, all the members of the Demon Clan who were kneeling on the steps stood up with gloomy expressions, looking forward with malicious and vicious eyes.
Looking at the entrance of the cave, in the half-light and half-darkness, there was a young man in white clothes with his sword sheathed and his hands on his back.
The birdman elder choked and narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?!"
Pei Jing decided to keep pretending and hypnotize himself that he came here to challenge Jiuyou with a sword, and he didn't end up like this because he was betrayed by Zhu Jian.
After calming down.
The young man in white smiled slightly and calmly pointed his sword at the bloody platform, the blade and his eyes were as cold as ice.
"The dead don't need to know my name." If you can't win, just run away. There's really no need to leave your name.
The birdman elder could tell his cultivation level at a glance and sneered, "You ignorant boy! If you enter my forbidden land of the demons today, don't even think about leaving alive."
He was still afraid of this young man in his heart. If he could find this place silently, he couldn't be a simple person.
Can't stay.
The elder's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He waved his sleeves, and the ground shook. From the abyss came the sound of birds flapping their wings. Under the bloody platform, bats were hanging upside down densely. Now they were all startled, breaking through the waterfall and rushing towards Pei Jing. As the elder attacked, the demons kneeling on the steps did not hesitate. They jumped down and drew their weapons. Swords, knives and whips, light and shadow intertwined, containing the evil demon spirit. They attacked Pei Jing together. At the same time, the formation behind Pei Jing was activated, and the road was blocked by golden sand.
The net is everywhere. There are murderous intentions everywhere.
The Heavenly Demon Clan relies on the Heavenly Demon Qi to practice, which is stronger than the spiritual power of the human world. The power of their Jindan cultivators is comparable to that of the human Yuanying. Moreover, no one standing in front of Pei Jing is lower than the Jindan.
Normally, he, a kid who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, would be reduced to ashes in the next second.
The elder of the Sky Demon Clan also thought so. He folded his wings and stood on the high steps with a cold gaze, waiting for Pei Jing to die without a burial place.
Unexpectedly, the young man flicked his sleeves, and the sword flew across the sky. An ice sword formation rose under his feet, and a deep and ancient energy emerged from the ground and formed a barrier.
As if it was a natural counter to the devil's energy, the ice barrier blocked all attacks and even backfired, knocking down all the bats and causing all the tribesmen who took action to spit blood and retreat one after another.
"You!" The demons opened their eyes wide with fear in their eyes.
Pei Jing was also surprised for a few seconds.
After realizing it belatedly, he initially thought that he could not defeat the enemy because the demonic energy had trapped him for more than 400 years, and even his master could not do anything about it, which left him with a shadow and made him afraid of those who practiced by absorbing the demonic energy. But... ... Now, it seems that what he practices is not just the spiritual power of the human world. The goddess of Yingzhou at the bottom of the lake gave him an epiphany -
"Chaos." The elder of the Sky Demon Clan spoke, his face showing shock, anger and deep shock, but the murderous intent in his heart was almost solidifying into blood in his eyes.
"How long has it been? How long has it been since I last felt this kind of power, the power of chaos at the beginning of creation."
The gray-brown wings behind him spread wide, and every feather was tense. The power of the late Nascent Soul stage forced Pei Jing to take two steps back.
The short few days at the bottom of the lake were not enough for him to completely master the power of chaos. He could deal with the Golden Core stage cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but it would be very difficult for him to fight against the Yuanying stage cultivators.
"As expected, we can't keep you here!" The elder's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and every word he said was cold: "You are offering yourself to us now, which is a good thing for us."
Pei Jing held the sword, but there was a fire burning in his eyes, as bright as stars.
He seemed to have no idea of his own strength, and had no idea how strong it was.
Although it is difficult, it is still hard to say who will win or lose.
He smiled and said, "I'm offering myself to you. Are you sure it's a good thing?"
The young man's snow-white robe is like a giant bird, standing on the edge of the cliff, as if a sword is hanging on the green mountain, cutting off the sky with one glance.
The elder grinned, his mouth began to grow longer and sharper, his wings spread wide, his fingers began to degenerate into bird claws, as if his blood was poisonous. He swooped down, as if the thunder and frost were coming down, approaching, trying to tear him apart! He was confident that his cultivation level was suppressing him, so Pei Jing couldn't react at all. He could only let him be crushed like an ant waiting to die.
Unexpectedly, Pei Jing seemed to be unaffected at all. He reacted extremely quickly, dodging his fatal blow and at the same time slashing its left wing with his sword.
Pei Jing smiled: "I have the Floating World Green Lotus to protect me, so what does your pressure mean?"
The elder's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and there was a hint of coldness between his teeth: "Fu, Shi, Qing, Lian?" His eyes turned cold. Having lived for so long, he would not lose to Pei Jing. He struck Pei Jing's neck with one claw, forced Pei Jing back, and immediately turned around to protect his wings. A whirlwind rose, and there seemed to be thunder surging in the vibrating wings. The elder approached again, but used his wings as a weapon. Black and purple lightning covered every feather, and he fanned it to pieces in an instant.
Pei Jing leaned back and stood diagonally on a protruding point on the mountain wall.
The birdman offered his wings to him, and he would be sorry if he didn't cut them off.
There were no fancy moves, just one sword strike on the elder's left wing.
The birdman elder smiled smugly and coldly: "In all these years, you are the first person who dares to touch my wings with a sword. No weapon in the world can hurt me, but what you did is no different from catching a thunderbolt with your hands."
His power is actually the thunder of the heaven when the cultivators are overcoming tribulation? He is indeed a lackey of the Heaven.
Pei Jing smiled lightly: "What a pity, you guessed wrong, what I have in my hand has never been a human weapon."
The Heavenly Demon Elder's expression was stiff, his eyes were frozen at this moment, and his bones were frozen. What happened next was not Pei Jing's body being torn apart by the thunder, but a soul-crushing pain in his left shoulder.
Then blood splattered three feet—
“Ah!”
The heart-wrenching screams, accompanied by withered and bloody feathers, made the entire mountain wall vibrate.
The Demon Elder covered his bloody left shoulder with his right hand and nearly fell into the abyss, while he struggled to climb the edge of the ground with his left hand.
Looking up, there is only fear in his eyes.
Pei Jing smiled. The sword was stained with blood, but it quickly drained away.
“It turns out I’m already that strong.”
He took a step forward, and the sword landed lightly on the wrist of the Heavenly Demon Elder. The rest of the Jindan-stage clansmen were seriously injured, falling in pieces on the suspended steps on the left and right of the platform, not daring to breathe, and watching their Third Elder, on the brink of life and death under the sword of the young man.
Pei Jing said: "Didn't you ask me my name at the beginning?"
The young man leaned forward, and in the light and shadow, his expression was as cold as the sword's light.
"Pei Yuzhi."
He swung his sword down, directly severing the tendons of the third elder of the Sky Demon Clan's hand, leaving him with no strength to climb. He stared with his eyes wide open, unwillingly but helplessly falling into the abyss.
Pei Jing smiled: "Did you hear clearly? Then remember my name, and the story I told you."
Since you can beat him, you have to pretend to be cool to the end.
He said this with great momentum, and everyone was just like Chen Jing, who looked like she was dead. Looking at the young man who was gentle and elegant, at this moment, his edge was exposed, and his arrogance was like frost, piercing his soul.
The Third Elder roared before he died, his voice shaking the heavens and breaking rocks: "Just wait! The Demon Lord will not let you go! God will not let you go! He will not let you go!"
No one in the Sky Demon Clan knew what was living in the abyss below the blood pool. But the Third Elder had his left wing broken by the young man, which was equivalent to destroying his cultivation. He fell down and narrowly escaped death.
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Pei Jing looked at them again.
With his mind made up, he obtained the Sword-Slaying Technique and realized the power of chaos. His current strength is at least approaching the Spiritual Transformation Stage.
Pei Jing's expression changed, and he walked towards the jade steps, but he hadn't stood firmly yet!
Suddenly, the iron chain extending from under the platform kept shaking!
The stone beast head holding the chain had blood flowing out of its eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.
"Ah" No one in the Sky Demon Clan shouted first, and in an instant, the order was like a spiritual response, and everyone knelt on the ground, breathing tremblingly, for the person who was about to come.
A group of people prostrated themselves on the ground.
Only Pei Jing looked particularly out of place in his fluttering white clothes.
He just raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his chin, and looked at the center of the blood pool, where the demon skeleton covered in black silk was standing with its head facing him.
At the same time, the small crack in the sky grew bigger and bigger, forming a void exit as tall as a person.
The water in the pool flowed backwards, and from the darkest void, the purest white light emanated.
Bizarre and gorgeous, overflowing with evil, pure and evil, just like the contradictory rules in this melting pot of world.
Like a mad woman who violates the rules.
In the pure white light came a voice that Pei Jing had never heard so clearly and so truly before.
It is ethereal and vague, falling into my ears, like the wind blowing across snowy mountains and rivers.
"Pei Yuzhi."
The woman's voice seemed to be a laugh, but also seemed to be cold and angry.
"Your wish has come true. Among all the living beings in the world, your name is the only one I will never forget."
Pei Jing thought, what you fear is bound to come true.
"But." From the void, barefoot stepped on the retrograde blood pool, the woman's dress woven with stars and moons was shining. She sneered briefly, her tone containing ice chips: "The story you brought me should also end today."
Pei Jing finally saw the woman's face clearly.
Real and thrilling.
She was undoubtedly beautiful, a beauty beyond compare, but her gentleness like autumn water and her radiant light like pearls and jade were suppressed by her deep silver eyes. Most people with such eyes would be stunning, but she gave people a chilling feeling.
It comes from the bone marrow and from nature. It seems that if I am born in this world, I have no right to look into her eyes.
Silver, the clouds before a thunderstorm, the layer of water where the light of the deep sea suddenly stops.
She created such a pure and beautiful skin for herself, but the soul that shouldn't exist under the skin is dirty and crazy. The true face of this woman should be an ugly woman with disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.
Pei Jing knew what happened in the previous life, and now he felt disgusted with her.
Tiandao saw his expression and began to sneer: "Well, you should thank me. It's because of me that you two can understand each other and confide in each other."
After she could no longer pretend to be gentle in front of Pei Jing, she stopped pretending and her words revealed her true soul.
Hypocritical, worldly and unpredictable.
Pei Jing remained silent and tried his best to restrain himself from taking action.
Tiandao walked down from the blood steps.
Standing barefoot on the edge of the platform, the blood could not stain her dress, and she half squatted down.
This was the first time Pei Jing saw her squatting, like a god stepping down from the altar.
She held the bloody demon bone with her fingers and whispered, "Do you take yourself too seriously? You came to the Heavenly Demon Pond. Do you really think I take you seriously?"
She passed her fingers through the demon bone's head, just a light touch.
Dong, the sound is slight.
Pei Jing immediately let out a "hmm" sound, couldn't hold the sword steadily, and half squatted down in pain.
He felt as if his head was pierced by a sharp weapon.
And there is no way to resist at all!
Tiandao's fingers seemed to be composing music, one point after another, dong dong dong, "I want you to die, it's just a matter of a thought."
The sharp weapon went in and out left and right, left and right, rolling out blood, flesh and brains. At this moment, the world was turned upside down.
The pain drives people crazy, but they can't find the source of the crime. The feeling of powerlessness is more devastating than the pain.
Pei Jing held his head, sweat flowed into his eyes, he gasped for breath, and only hatred was left in his eyes.
Tian Dao stopped striking, but smiled slightly and said, "You are from the outside world, so I really can't do anything to you? Believe it or not, I can drive you to jump from here."
She replaced the demon bone's head and stood up, with blood still on her fingers.
Her lips were pale, her smile was gentle, and she said in a strange voice that I couldn't describe, "Jump down."
Then he slowly stood up and stepped back. His eyes were fixed on the Heavenly Dao. His soul was clear, but his body was out of control. His body suddenly fell down, and along with the three-foot-long blood waterfall, it rolled to the bottom of the abyss.
He had just sent the Demon Elder away, and now he had to go and accompany him
Standing upside down, my body lost weight. All I saw was the woman's star-like dress, and all I could smell was the strong, pungent smell of blood. My ears could hear the sound of splashing water.
The abyss was bottomless, but Pei Jing knew very clearly that if he went down, he would surely die.
Because the one who sent him down was Heaven, and she was so familiar with this world, how could she possibly give him a chance to survive
"madman."
Pei Jing was extremely disgusted by this woman's personality and didn't want to have any contact with her.
He just wanted to kill her with a sword, so that she would stop smiling. But now, he was the one who couldn't save himself.
Pei Jing gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword stiffly, trying to get it stuck in the stone wall to stop himself from falling. His fingers were trembling. The command of the Heavenly Dao made this body unable to resist at all, just like Tianqian Peak let Ji Wuyou leave in the previous life, powerless.
The sky was turning upside down, and the blood-red waterfall was getting faster and faster, about to sweep his body away.
He felt that the sword in his hand was taken away, and the last straw was snatched away. Before despair could overflow his mind, he fell into an embrace. A familiar breath, as cold as the snow falling in the abyss. Pei Jing was stunned for a moment, and then overjoyed. He couldn't help but reach out and grab his collar first. The pure black robe brushed against the falling gravel, and the sword in his hand seemed to be the true destination.
Chu Junyu hugged Pei Jing's waist, split the mountain with his sword, and rose from the ground.
The aura around him was so strong that the rushing waterfall condensed at a certain moment. The air was filled with a murderous atmosphere that was ready to explode at any moment.
Tiandao, who was standing on the edge of the platform, tightened his fingers, and his silver eyes revealed hatred that was no less than Pei Jing's.
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