The small sects are still inexperienced and may not know much about the demon-suppression in the wasteland, but a large sect like Qingyunzong will have some records in the volume.
Shen Zhixian turned over all the relevant volumes and read them one by one, only to come up with two choices—either gather the power of the immortals and suppress them again; or let them go and find a way to live in peace with them.
The first method, Shen Zhixian just thought about it for a while, and then forgot it.
For thousands of years, the powerful demons and monsters have been suppressed in the wasteland, the immortals have no strong enemies, and they are all lazy, and the group of demons and monsters are fighting in the wasteland all day long - really want to fight against each other, who It's hard to say who wins or loses.
What's more, Shen Zhixian believes that in the world of immortal cultivation today, no one has the ability to reset such a huge forbidden seal.
That leaves only the second way.
The difficulty is not small, the demons and monsters are inherently rebellious, and no one is convinced by anyone, and the immortals have always been unaccustomed to the dissolute and vulgar appearance of these demons, under the two-phase disgust...
Shen Zhixian sighed.
It is still very difficult for the immortal cultivators and demons who are like two basins of scattered sand to merge together.
His thoughts flew away, and he thought of Yan Jin again.
During this time, Yan Jin stayed in the wasteland. Although he is a natural demon, his elixir has just been released from the ban, and his state is not stable. Sometimes it is difficult to control, and it is easy to hurt others and himself, so he simply stays in the wasteland for a while, while tempering himself, while conquering the wasteland. The remaining monsters and monsters.
He has done this in his previous life, and he is very familiar with it. On the contrary, these demons, ghosts and monsters do not have as much attention as the immortals. It is easy to subdue them, and the fight is over, and this kind of fight is the best thing Yan Jin is good at.
There is only one road in the wasteland to the outside world, and that is the dark sea. Yan Jin stood guard by the sea, and when he saw one beating each other, he beat up the group of demons to the point of howling, and then retreated into the wasteland in embarrassment.
In the wasteland, Yan Jin beat up the demons to the point of being mad, and the immortals and demons outside were also in full swing.
Shen Zhixian pondered, and had a vague idea.
…
And Song Ming is here.
The chaos outside was not Song Ming's primary worry.
What he hated and annoyed the most now was that Shen Zhixian began to suppress his power overtly and secretly.
Song Ming was personally appointed by Sect Master Wen as the next Sect Master, and since all the private agreements involved Shen Zhixian, they were not made public, so people respected Song Ming in the face of Sect Master Wen.
However, no matter how thoughtful and tactful Song Ming was in his actions, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a rookie in a practice. In Qingyun Sect, where strength was respected, it was actually quite difficult for Song Ming to sit in this seat.
It's just that everyone reluctantly endured because there was no more suitable person to take over the position of suzerain. This forbearance has been endured for several years. It was not until Shen Zhixian, who had returned to normal, stood up, that they began to move their minds.
During this time, Song Ming was on guard against Shen Zhixian, and at the same time asked his confidants to find a way to squeeze Shen Zhixian out. The half-demon who had been hiding in his body for the time being appeared at the chance, urging him to hurry up and remove Shen Zhixian's body. Get it.
Under the pressure of several parties, Song Ming was so overwhelmed that he couldn't help but scolded Ban Mo.
Banmo sneered: "You are really a waste. You have grown up Shen Zhixian for so many years, and controlled the Qingyun Sect for so long, you can't do such a trivial thing..."
Song Ming sneered: "You can, but you can get out of my body and go with Shen Zhixian yourself. I'll save trouble."
A wisp of black air wafted out from the half-demon, and in the candlelight, it was shadowy.
The wisp of black air floated to Song Ming's ear, and he got into it in a flash.
Song Ming shuddered, with a hint of hesitation on his face: "This... is it really feasible?"
The half-demon's voice is full of temptation: "Why not? As long as you clean up your tail, no one will know what you have done... Everyone will only know that the demons in the wasteland are doing evil."
Song Ming's expression changed uncertainly. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Okay."
The half-moon let out an arrogant and ugly laugh, slammed into his body, and disappeared.
However, Song Ming's plan had not yet been implemented, and the second elder in charge of personnel came over to tell him with a heavy face: "The eighteen major disciples who went to the north a few days ago have all failed."
Song Ming was stunned.
The second elder sighed: "It's not the way to go on like this. The disciples of Qingyun Sect have lost a lot of money, and the rest of the small sects can't bear it. If we go on like this... the situation in the immortal cultivation world is worrying."
Eighteen big disciples, this is not a trivial matter, the second elder has always been calm and neutral, and Song Ming subconsciously believed him. But Song Ming didn't think of a good solution for a while, so he said: "This matter needs to be carefully considered, please discuss it together tomorrow."
The second elder pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned around and said, "Recently, the council hall is being repaired, and the sect master will go to Tingsongtang tomorrow."
Song Ming still thought about Shen Zhixian in his mind, but he didn't think about it, he said hello, a dim light flashed in the eyes of the second elder, and he walked away slowly.
On the second day, Song Ming walked for a while before he remembered that the Senate Hall was being repaired, and he turned to listen to Songtang on the halfway.
The closer he got to Ting Songtang, the more strange Song Ming felt in his heart. His heart suddenly beat a little faster, Song Ming didn't know why, he frowned and endured the palpitations before walking quickly to Ting Songtang.
Listening to Songtang has not been used for a long time, the layout of this place has probably not changed for several years, a little cold fragrance permeates the nose, Song Ming vaguely feels that this place is a little familiar - but he has clearly never been here.
There was silence all around, Song Ming stepped into the hall, wondering why there was no one there. When he raised his eyes, his heart suddenly became cold.
-wrong!
He's been here!
This is the conference hall used by Sect Master Wen. He was only a small disciple back then, and he had no right to enter, only that day...
Only that day!
The day Sect Master Wen explained his position as Sect Master and Shen Zhixian!
Song Ming's footsteps froze, and the whole person seemed to be nailed to the same place. The door behind him closed silently. The light in the room dimmed a lot in an instant, but the figure sitting on the high seat was blurred to clear.
"Song Ming." A gentle male voice rang out, echoing in the empty hall, showing a bit of serenity, "I called you here today because I have something very important to tell you."
This sentence is exactly the same as it was a few years ago.
The cold fragrance became more intense.
Song Ming took a step back subconsciously. After a while, he suddenly widened his eyes and rushed in front of the man in three or two steps, saying, "Sect Master Wen!"
He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, shock and fear intertwined, making him look weird.
The gentle and handsome man didn't seem to see his weirdness, so he said gently: "I made an agreement with you back then that you would temporarily serve as the suzerain. If my disciple, Shen Zhixian, recovers, you will return the suzerain to him. He. He is fine now, why are you still sitting here?"
Song Ming retorted without thinking: "How could you and I have such an agreement!"
Sect Master Wen was so drunk by him, paused, and said slowly: "You made a promise back then, but now you have turned your face away?"
Song Ming looked hideous, he couldn't care to think about why there was a Sect Master Wen here, the accumulation of resentment and unwillingness for many years made him a little irrational, he said angrily: "Why! Take it all from me!"
"You are so unfair! You are so biased!" Song Ming said sternly, "I tried my best, but in your eyes it is nothing. Shen Zhixian is nothing, he is just a waste that he cannot protect himself!"
He was almost hoarse, and the figure in front of him turned into Shen Zhixian in a trance, and then became Sect Master Wen, but no matter who it was, he couldn't help hating it.
Maybe once he was grateful to Sect Master Wen, but after his efforts were ignored and denied time and time again, this gratitude turned into hatred.
This position of suzerain does not belong to him, but he has been in his place for a long time, and gradually he wants to take it for himself.
The door was suddenly knocked, and the sound was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Song Ming's ears. He turned back suddenly, the door opened silently again at some point, and a little disciple stood respectfully at the door: "...Sect Master Wen has closed."
Song Ming heard his calm voice: "Okay, I see."
His voice was calm and peaceful, but no one knew that his heart suddenly beat violently, excitement and tension grabbed his whole heart, he suppressed the rolling emotions, and strode out. .
The surrounding scene rippled like waves on the lake, and gradually changed into another appearance. The hallucinogenic cold fragrance lingered around, eroding Song Ming's consciousness. So this should be a very strange scene, but Song Ming didn't realize it at all.
Song Ming was standing in front of a door.
Sect Master Wen, who was going to retreat and prepare to rise to the robbery, was in this room.
There was hesitation and struggle in his eyes, but after a while, he gradually became firm. He took a deep breath and panicked when he spoke again: "Sect Master! Sect Master! Junior Brother has an accident!"
During the retreat, he should ignore anything, but Song Ming knew that Shen Zhixian was Sect Master Wen's weakness.
Sure enough, the door opened, and Sect Master Wen sat cross-legged on the couch with a tense expression: "What?"
Song Ming opened his mouth and said, "Junior brother, he suddenly went mad and hurt a lot of people!"
Afraid that Sect Master Wen would not believe it, he lifted his sleeves to reveal a ferocious sword wound, with blood dripping from it, Song Ming said solemnly, "Junior brother injured many people and suddenly started to self-harm again. It's really not the opponent of the younger brother..."
He knelt down: "Sect Master, please go out and save the junior brother!"
During that time, Shen Zhixian's half-magic mood was really unstable and he often went mad, while Song Ming always looked kind and honest. Since Sect Master Wen could choose him to be the temporary Sect Master, he naturally believed in his temperament. .
Sect Master Wen, who was eager to be a disciple, stood up and walked out without thinking, forcibly escaped from the entrance, and the spiritual power in his body rolled. He couldn't help choking on blood and staggered two steps.
Song Ming fell behind, Sect Master Wen turned around, and was about to ask Song Ming to lead the way, but a cold sword light appeared in his eyes—
"Bang!"
The icy sword intent and murderous aura slashed past Song Ming, almost touching the tip of his nose, and when it landed on the ground, a deep sword mark appeared.
Song Ming was suddenly awake, only to realize that he was still standing at the entrance of Ting Songtang, and had never entered at all.
The ominous prelude caught a cold, and Song Ming slowly turned around.
Then he saw a dark crowd of people.
Standing at the forefront is the fourth elder with a long sword. The fourth elder used an epee. His epee was touching the ground, and a hole could be poked in the ground. The sword qi lingering on the sword was exactly the same as the one that had just slashed him.
The other elders are also there, and there are many other managers, big and small, whether they are his confidants or old people from the time of Sect Master Wen.
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him tightly, all in disbelief.
The fourth elder gritted his teeth and raised his heavy sword: "Song Ming! An ungrateful villain! Senior Brother Wen trusts you so much, yet you do such a kind of revenge!"
Being pointed at by the heavy sword, Song Ming's heart calmed down. He looked around and didn't see Shen Zhixian. He smiled strangely: "Where's my good junior brother? Why didn't he show up?"
There was silence all around. Song Ming no longer concealed it, and the contempt in his eyes almost turned into reality: "It was a waste of your self-proclaimed intelligence to be teased and applauded by me. I have been sitting for so many years and want to take it away easily?" He snapped, "Impossible!"
The sky suddenly darkened, Song Ming muttered something in his mouth, his fingers quickly clasped, and a barrier separated the sword of the fourth elder.
Then he only felt a pain in his waist, as if it was about to break, and he rushed forward uncontrollably. If he hadn't reacted quickly and turned around quickly to avoid it, he would have had many big blood holes in his body at this time.
He turned around angrily, only to see Shen Zhixian retracting his feet gracefully, dusting the hem of his clothes, as if dusting off something dirty, and looked at him lightly: "Want to come in? It's too dirty."
Song Ming only felt that the last string in his mind called reason was completely broken.
His hands were trembling, his eyes were spitting fire, and the polite and gentle attitude that had been disguised for many years was completely torn apart. He hated: "Dirty? Then I will show you all the dirty!"
The magic formula was completely punched out, and black qi burst out from where Song Ming was in an instant.
The sky was completely dark—not that the whole sky was dark, it was just that where everyone was standing, it was pitch black when they looked up, and it was bright in the distance, but the light seemed so far away that it could not be seen.
Demons and ghosts are rampant, and demons are noisy.
There are countless demons and ghosts hidden in the black air, sweeping over the flowers and trees, the greenery immediately withered and died, and everyone avoided it. The four elders drew their swords and formed an invisible barrier to block the menacing monsters.
It's just that this burst can only be resisted for a moment, and soon, those monsters broke through the barrier and fought with everyone.
The bottom of Song Ming's feet is the place where the magic trick falls, and it is also the place that connects with the wasteland - he summoned the demons and monsters of the wasteland.
Countless monsters and ghosts poured out one after another from the connection. Everyone tried their best to kill them, but they couldn't kill them. In the overwhelming darkness, it was easy for people to feel fear.
In the chaos, someone shouted, "Sect Master Shen, save us!"
It is self-evident who the Sect Master Shen was shouting from.
Song Ming was wrapped in black air, and even his eyebrows were filled with black air. Hearing this, he was furious. He was about to refute, but he heard a chuckle.
He turned his head subconsciously, only to realize that Shen Zhixian hadn't actually joined the battle, but was standing not far behind him. Those monsters lingered by his side, but they didn't pounce on him, but seemed to be nodding and bowing respectfully.
Song Ming said angrily: "Trash! Trash! Kill him for me!"
The half-demon on him also started to move, clamoring to pounce on Shen Zhixian.
However, those monsters remained motionless, making strange sounds as if they were expressing something.
Song Ming hated his heart, drew his sword, and went to kill Shen Zhixian himself.
He knew that he was not Shen Zhixian's opponent, but it didn't matter, the half demon was still on him, and he also summoned these many demons.
Breathing suddenly choked.
Shen Zhixian drew his sword.
The coldly soaked sword tip was still a fist away from him, but he could clearly feel an invisible hand gripping his throat fiercely, making him unable to breathe!
Shuang Hui's sword inspiration came out of the sword and revolved around the body of the sword. Shen Zhixian raised his sword steadily and stroked lightly.
The tip of the sword still hadn't touched Song Ming, but the icy sword energy made him unable to resist. His hands and feet seemed to be of great importance, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that a large group of black qi was trapping him in turn.
Song Ming looked at Shen Zhixian in shock, only to feel a warm liquid dripping down from his neck and felt wet.
"This sword is for the master."
Shen Zhixian's eyes flashed with coldness, watching the red blood drip from Song Ming's neck, he shook his wrist again, Song Ming let out a scream, and his spiritual roots were shattered by the sword energy.
"This sword is for Yan Jin."
If Song Ming hadn't deliberately led monsters to hunt him and Xiao Yanjin, they would not have been forced into the wasteland and ended their first encounter in such a tragic way.
Later, Song Ming dared to bring Xiao Yanjin back from the edge of the wasteland, and handed it over to the half-moon who took the house, in an attempt to make the half-moon and Yan Jin torture each other to death - in the last life, he did succeed.
With another strike, Song Ming felt his whole body softened into a lump of mud and collapsed on the ground. The pain was so painful that he lost consciousness. Only one pair of eyes could move, staring at Shen Zhixian with difficulty.
"This sword is for me."
Shen Zhixian looked down at the rotten flesh condescendingly: "Master once taught me that it is mine, so I should keep it well and not give up. Qingyunzong is my responsibility, and I will not allow you to defile it."
"So, you should just die. Don't keep popping out and dirty my eyes."
Shen Zhixian rarely said such vicious words, but he felt that for Song Ming, even a hundred times ten thousand times more viciousness would not be enough.
The monster summoned by Song Ming devoured his body, leaving only a few bones, but his head was still there. Song Ming still had his last breath left, struggling reluctantly, spit out vague words: "You... devil …”
Shen Zhixian guessed what he wanted to ask, smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's okay to listen to you. My family Ajin is now the master of the wasteland. Guess, these wasteland demons you summoned will help you. , or kill you?"
Ah Jin...
Song Ming used his last strength to remember who it was, and then he couldn't get up again. With a clatter, his head was also eaten clean by the monsters, and the half-demon who had no time to escape was bitten by a murderous monster. half, and the remaining half in the mouth.
Without Song Ming's support, the connection began to gradually disappear. Shen Zhixian controlled it with a trick, tilted his head to the side of the monsters who nodded and said, "Go back."
The invisible monster responded, and immediately made a strange sound. Hearing this voice, the monsters and ghosts who were fighting with everyone all retreated while fighting, going back and forth one after another.
The summoned monster squeezed Shen Zhixian at the last moment, and whispered: "We are so serious today, we have been practicing in the wasteland for a long time, if you see Zun, please let Zun beat me less. how many times…”
Its tail sound dissipated together with the connecting point, Shen Zhixian closed the tactic without laughter, restrained his emotions, and turned his head to look at the crowd.
Although the monsters and monsters looked fierce, they were instructed in advance. Although they fought fiercely, they did not kill them. At most, a few of the stewards suffered serious injuries, and there was no danger of their lives.
The darkness was still there, and Shen Zhixian's choreography dispelled the remaining demonic energy, and the surroundings returned to calm, but the chaos still showed the danger of Cai Cai.
Everyone supported each other, and there was a feeling of the rest of their lives on their faces—the world of immortals had really been peaceful for too long, and it was the first time that most of them had seen so many monsters and monsters gathered together.
The always taciturn Great Elder put away his sword silently, stood up silently, silently, and gave Shen Zhixian a great gift to see the sect master.
The author has something to say: Si Fei didn't write it in the text, I haven't decided whether to give him a knife or a candy, hiccup.
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Thank you for the rocket launchers: tag, 1 cute and charming bald head;
Thank you for the mines: Dianshuqiu, Qiqiqiqiyt 1;
Thank you little cuties for the nutrient solution:
70 bottles of Ji Yuanyue; 24 bottles of rich hot pot restaurant; 10 bottles of Zaiyu; 3 bottles of Dianshuqiu; 1 bottle of Goose Goose and Yanying Magic Wing;
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