Shen Lian opened his mouth and blurted out more powerful sword energy.
The hall shook, and a sound like firecrackers sounded. The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to be filled with energy, growing rapidly, and finally exploded directly in mid-air, disappearing invisible.
The Taoist robe turned into the corners of countless broken butterflies, flying down one after another. Each corner became a person.
These people were both men and women, and all kinds of secret arts came to them at once, all of which were Qingxuan Taoism that Shen Lian was very familiar with, and looking at the power of the Taoism they used, they actually had a lot of firepower.
He seemed to be fighting against the backbone disciples of Qingxuan in a certain era alone.
Shen Lian took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, weaving in and out of these secret techniques without even touching him.
Although he is now just a will of God, he can still evolve various Taoist techniques. He can seize the flaw in every Taoist technique that attacks him and defeat him with one blow.
Every spell was ruthlessly broken by him, and every person was easily killed by him.
There is no essential difference between these people and the hawkers, pedestrians, wealthy businessmen, and scholars in the city. They have all lost themselves and are just shells.
After all the spells and characters in front of him were resolutely killed by Shen Lian, the hall became extremely quiet.
It was so quiet that it seemed like it would never make a sound.
Silence and nothingness can be tolerated for a while, but the longer time passes, the eternal loneliness will swallow up a flawless Taoist heart one by one.
Shen Lian heard the sound of dripping water.
"Tick tock, tick tock."
He saw the cornices outside the palace. Drops of blood condensed from the corners of the cornices, then flowed down and landed on the stone steps. The blood was so vivid.
He smelled the fragrance of blood and saw a heavy rain of blood falling outside the palace. The blood was rolling outside the palace. The accumulated water was blood. It was not as thick as human beings, it just flowed swishingly.
At some point, he lay down on a bed.
This shouldn't be called a bed, but a piece of jade with a little warm current flowing into his body, causing a wave of heat to flow through his limbs.
A cold and delicate jade hand touched his forehead. Shen Lian opened his eyes and saw a graceful girl with eyes like spring water and infinite tenderness.
There is a beautiful person, just like Qingyang.
That's about it for girls.
His eyes were a little hazy, but it was like a mirror in his heart. The girl looked so much like Gu Caiwei.
When she saw Shen Lian open his eyes, she said with some joy: "Shen Lian, get up, today is the day to become a disciple, and you will be my junior brother from now on."
Shen Lian looked at himself in the mirror. He was only about ten years old. He was thin and had not grown yet. His delicate features were vaguely visible. The girl behind him was taking care of his hair.
Then I found a Taoist shirt that was a little too big and put it on for him.
Led by a girl who looked exactly like Gu Caiwei, he came to the Patriarch's Hall and saw a woman sitting in the hall who looked very similar to Biyun. The portrait of Biyun next to him was empty, as if Biyun had just stepped out of the portrait.
After going through the process of apprenticeship tea, it is time to bow down and thank the teacher for his kindness.
But Shen Lian still stood and did not bow.
"Junior brother, I haven't become a disciple yet."
"Junior brother, I haven't become a disciple yet."
"Junior brother, I haven't become a disciple yet."
The girl's voice is 90% similar to Gu Caiwei's. It seemed as if this was really the time when Gu Caiwei was a young girl.
Shen Lian stood with his hands behind his hands, staring deeply at the real Biyun in front of him, the dead master he had never met before.
There was a sound of water dripping outside again, and it was still blood drops, and it was still blood, and it was about to spread into the temple.
The illusion in front of Shen Lian changed again. Gu Caiwei disappeared, the apprenticeship tea disappeared, and Biyun sitting in the hall disappeared. It was still the same as before. He seemed to have never left this hall.
But he found that the portrait with the real Biyun had been empty for some time.
In the bloody rain from the sky, in the bloody water outside the temple.
A woman, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked in from the majestic rain of blood.
The two looked at each other at the same time and could not look away.
Shen Lian stared deeply at this woman who looked exactly like Biyun, and said quietly: "Who are you?"
The woman said quietly: "Of course I am your master Biyun."
"You're not." Shen Lian said softly.
"I am her, but I am already dead. You have to avenge me and kill Yanxu."
"You are a demon." Shen Lian ignored her words and said.
"You are right. I am a demon, but I am also Biyun. Why do you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors? Even if I have not taught you anything, after all, I am also your master in name." The woman said leisurely.
Shen Lian said: "You just have her memory. The remnants of all the dead in this city have been swallowed up by you, and the remnants of my senior teachers, Qingxuan, have also been absorbed by you."
"You are very smart and wise. I knew I couldn't hide it from you, but now that you are here, don't even think about leaving." The woman looked at Shen Lian as if she was seeing food.
Shen Lian could clearly feel that she had a strong desire for him, it was like a person who hadn't eaten for a long time and suddenly a delicacy was placed in front of him.
It was already very difficult for her to control herself.
Because this powerful demon also knows one thing very well, that is, Shen Lian has been enlightened from beginning to end.
She has never seen such pure aura since she was born.
"You are wrong, I can leave if I want." Shen Lian stood with his hands behind his back.
The woman smiled coldly, as if she didn't believe it, and said, "Then go out and try."
Shen Lian said: "Goodbye then."
Suddenly a light shone on him, pure and bright, it was the aura of his nature.
When this light lit up, a crack opened in the void, swallowing Shen Lian, and he really left like this.
In Taiwei Pavilion, countless light points condensed.
A woman suddenly appeared and took a deep breath. This was the smell of freedom.
As a demon, if you lose your freedom, you have nothing.
Fortunately, she still found her freedom. That Shen Lian was very smart, but it was a pity that he didn't understand that when he could come out, he could also seize the slightest gap and come out.
She had missed the outside world for a long time, and she wanted to swallow more thoughts and become the master of the demons.
Driven by this joyful mood, she arrived at the door of Taiwei Pavilion and was about to walk out.
But suddenly my heart palpitated. I don't know when something hung at the door. Three feet long, it looks like iron, with a purple-green color, like bluestone, shining brightly.
There are two words on it - 'Taiwei'.
Shen Lian stood outside the door, looking at her coldly. This was called luring the devil out of the cave.
There was a mallet in his hand, and he swung it gently and struck it on 'Taiwei'. The clear sound echoed between heaven and earth.
The woman felt particularly uncomfortable at the sound and held her head.