This is a world of cultivating immortals. Su Shi is a notorious demon cultivator here. His pseudonym is Su Hongjian, and he is called "Mozun Hongjian" by the world. Before he was seized and disconnected, he had been relentlessly hunted down for more than half a year.
The biggest difference between the high-level world and the low-level is that the arena mode is adopted, and there will be more than one host in the world. In addition to the target tasks that must be completed, if you can accurately kill other hosts, you can also get extremely rich experience points.
It is also for this reason that when many hosts choose characters, they tend to be more upright and upright characters, so as to better incite others to encircle and suppress opponents. The Tianque Sage Monarch who took the lead in chasing and killing Su Shi this time had already been taken away by other hosts.
Those who can enter the advanced world are already experienced senior hosts, and have developed a clear personal style. Many people have been eyeing Su Shi, who seemed to have no force, but no one has ever succeeded, and even gained a lot of experience points for nothing, watching him maintain a proud and complete survival record.
This time, Su Shi was also still alive.
The sword wound was slanted from the shoulder to the chest and abdomen, at least an inch deep. Blood had already stained the ink-colored clothing. The magic power of the body protector dissipated, revealing a particularly delicate and handsome face, but the face was bloodless, and the eyes were closed motionlessly, which made people feel inexplicably regretful.
Daoist Jingxu, who was staring at him, felt his heart skip a beat. Realizing the strange thought that had arisen in him, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly took two steps back.
The magic cultivation method is weird, and has the ability to deceive people's minds. If the demon master Hongjian pretends to be weak to lure everyone's hearts to soften and keep his hands, everyone will inevitably suffer.
But he was clearly not the only one affected. While hesitating, a young Xianxiu had already stepped up, poked around his neck, and placed the magic weapon for detecting spirits on his chest, before he paused for a moment, he raised his head: "He is not dead, but his spiritual sense has dissipated. "
As soon as the words came out, everyone's hearts sank inexplicably.
Cultivating immortals and cultivating demons leads to the same goal by different routes. There are indeed ways to separate the soul from the body, but they all have to leave a ray of spiritual consciousness in the body to prevent others from taking the opportunity and ensure the smooth return of one's own soul. If even the last trace of spiritual consciousness is completely dispersed, the chance of resurrection is extremely slim.
The leader Xuankong Immortal Venerable frowned, twisted a wisp of spiritual consciousness and sent it in, turned around in that empty body, his expression also sank, and he put his hand behind his back and let out a soft sigh.
Everyone looked at each other and fell silent in unison.
Demon Lord Hung-chien's strength is close to that of a saint. If he wants to leave with all his heart, everyone may not be able to stop him. Even if he is unwilling to escape, even if he fights desperately, he can drag more than ten people to die together.
But he didn't do anything.
Originally, they came here relentlessly chasing and killing them all the way, even now, they still had the idea that this man deliberately confused them, seeing that the other party suffered death without any resistance, they suddenly felt a little dazed.
Su Shi felt that something was wrong when he was floating, and told the system to squat down with his head in his arms, took a deep breath and slammed into his original body. Unexpectedly, as soon as the soul entered the body, it slipped out in a blink of an eye.
Su Shi's heart sank suddenly, and Su Shi half-kneeled beside him, his eyes skipped over the many injuries on his body, and fell on the wound on his chest, and he suddenly understood what was going on.
Before receiving the report, he was concentrating on dealing with the siege of the crowd. Originally planned to take advantage of the sword strike to transform into an illusion and feign death in order to escape, but he didn't expect to be forced to disconnect suddenly, and was slashed firmly on the chest by the peerless sword.
The Absolute Soul Sword is the most precious treasure of the Nine Heavens, it has the effect of beheading the soul. If there is a magic weapon or condensed devil energy to resist in advance, the wound is not so deep. His sword may have penetrated into the heart and lungs. If it was someone else in the world, he would have been out of his wits already. The nature of the host is special, even if the soul can be kept intact, it can't get back before the body is repaired.
Su Shi floated in place, gradually recalling his original arrangement, his heart tightened, and the condensed soul body shot out.
He suddenly remembered what this place was.
Tossing the pot is also a technical job. He had a lot of experience in this kind of thing at the beginning, and he laid out one after another. The cave that everyone was led to was actually in a formation, and the magic formation would be activated soon, and then these people would be forcibly trapped in the illusion formed by his memory.
The pots that I threw out had to be picked up one by one by myself.
It is difficult for an isolated soul to last for too long, and it might be scattered in a gust of wind like this. Su Shi glanced around outside the cave, aimed at a spirit leopard, the soul body instantly attached to it, and rushed towards the eye of the broken formation without stopping.
Not long after he left, a figure suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave.
Previously, they were all focused on chasing and killing, but no one noticed anything. At this time, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind them, and they turned around subconsciously, only to see the figure staggering towards the backlight from outside the cave, seeing the situation in front of them, their footsteps gradually stopped, and even vaguely hesitated.
"Immortal Tianlan? Didn't you—didn't you fall into the Abyss of Formlessness?"
Seeing the person's face clearly, the young cultivator in the corner couldn't help but make a sound of astonishment.
Immortal Lord Tianlan, formerly known as He Tianlan, was the chief disciple of the Holy Monarch. He was supposed to be the one who would never die with the Demon Lord Hongjian, but he stepped forward to stop everyone on the top of Zijin, and bluntly said that Hongjian was not the heinous sinner. Senior, abruptly persuaded everyone to hesitate for a moment.
At that time, the Holy King was confronting the Demon Lord, everyone had doubts and did not step forward, suddenly the Holy King's side's help was reduced by half. Unexpectedly, the Mozun took this opportunity to attack suddenly, and the sword pierced through Tianlan Xianjun's chest, severely wounding the Shengjun and unconscious. And Tianlan Xianjun also fell into the abyss of infinity, and his life and death were unknown.
Such a shameless and despicable act naturally caused everyone to be furious, chasing and killing this extremely demon head all the way to this place. Unexpectedly, the moment the attack landed, the surging demon energy suddenly disappeared, and the Demon Lord surrounded by the core actually closed his eyes, and just let the attack fall without any resistance.
He Tianlan didn't respond to him, but separated the crowd, his eyes fell on the demon king lying on the ground soundlessly, his chest heaved violently several times, before he finally stepped over, half-knelt beside him, and took out a pill The medicine wanted to be fed into his mouth.
His hands trembled a little, and his thin lips, which had lost their color, were pursed unmoved, and he failed to feed him several times.
"Immortal Lord Tianlan, he has-"
The soul is scattered, and it is no different from death. Taoist Qingxu couldn't bear it, and stepped forward to speak, but He Tianlan suddenly raised his head, and his eyes fell on him: "Aren't you his friends?"
Taoist Qingxu paused, and his face suddenly paled.
If you really think about it, many people present are actually friends of Hung-chien, and many of them are even brothers who have died.
It's just that these things have to catch up to a long time ago. At that time, Tianque was facing a catastrophe, and the demon sage wanted to dominate the world, no matter whether he was a fairy or a devil, he put aside his grievances and joined hands to resist. Although Su Hongjian was a Demon Lord, he was sincere and open-minded, and he helped Xianxiu out of the siege many times, saving many people's lives.
There is no main line in the advanced world, and there is no need to be responsible for the direction of the plot. Su Shi didn't have the habit of underestimating data due to his identity as the host, and he had a good temperament. Before starting the progress of the mission, he had drank wine and worshiped with many people. It is true that less than half of the people who came to besiege him today Make friends.
"We did have a relationship with him at the beginning, but he became more and more demonic, and his mind has become depraved. Naturally, we can no longer be with him!"
There was a voice filled with righteous indignation from the corner, Layman Mingkong flicked his robe sleeve vigorously, and his tone became stern: "Immortal Tianlan, don't you forget how he used you as a shield to attack the Holy Monarch at the top of Zijin, and how is it?" How to knock you down into the Abyss of Formlessness!"
After the catastrophe passed, everyone dispersed, but the notoriety of Demon Lord Hongjian gradually spread. Snatching the treasures of the sect, slaughtering civilians wantonly, and even killing close friends who fought side by side at the beginning, in a blink of an eye, he became a vicious person who everyone can punish.
Of those who were able to hunt down and kill them today, who would still remember that casually said back then that they lived together and died together.
He Tianlan raised his eyes to look over, and on the faces in front of him, some were disgusted and disdainful, some were proud, some looked away guiltily, trying to be indifferent, but couldn't find any warmth.
Su Hongjian could no longer see these things, so that's fine.
Raising his hands to cover those tightly closed eyes, He Tianlan took a light breath, closed his eyes without words of regret, and said in a low voice: "I was indeed knocked down into the Abyss of Formlessness..."
Although he was knocked down into the Formless Abyss, he did not fall into the weak water that could erode bones. Instead, he was sheltered by Su Hongjian's devilish energy, survived safely, and escaped after a short rest.
Before that, he and Su Hongjian didn't have much contact with each other. It was only by accident that he discovered the secret of the other party, and found that this notorious demon king seemed to be different from the rumors. The reason why he found the other party was only for a commission that should not be taken lightly.
When the devilish energy pierced him, although he was astonished, he was instantly relieved because the matter was finally achieved. He was calmly prepared to die, but he didn't expect that even under such circumstances, Su Hongjian would still have a way to quietly save his life, and even sent him away from being surrounded and killed by all the immortals at the expense of extra strength. dead end.
Everything is settled, and it seems that there is nothing more that cannot be said.
He Tianlan pulled up his sleeves and got up, and was about to speak, when a figure suddenly shot in from outside the cave.
A yellow-clothed youth came. He didn't look very old, even younger than most of the people in the cave. He rushed into the cave with a hasty look on his face, and said anxiously, "Don't hurt him! He's not— "
He was only halfway through speaking when his eyes suddenly fell on the black figure who fell silently on the ground.
Coming down from Yujian, the young man's figure flickered, he rushed over quickly, picked up the body from the pool of blood, raised his head to look at He Tianlan with a pale face: "Didn't you say that he will be fine?"
"sorry."
He Tianlan showed shame, gritted his teeth and lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "I dragged him down. If I didn't stand up and speak up for him at that time, he wouldn't have to expend his strength deliberately to send me out..."
The young man in yellow didn't listen to him at all, he just lowered his head with red eyes, and his palms were surging, trying in vain to heal the wound on the person in his arms.
Blood had already soaked his robe, and He Tianlan had just fed Su Hongjian a pill, but he could barely protect his heart, let alone his spiritual power.
Being more and more surprised by the situation before them, everyone felt at a loss in their hearts, but the cave became more and more quiet, and only the young man in yellow could be heard choking in a low voice suppressed.
"Are you—are you Thanh Hoa?"
Suddenly, a hesitant question came from the corner of the cave, Taoist Qingxu took a step forward, and looked at the young man who should have been killed by Su Hongjian in disbelief: "No, you were killed by the Demon Lord, didn't we? Seeing you die by his sword, how could you-"
The young man in yellow didn't answer at all, just knelt on the ground with sobs, trying in vain but stubbornly to wake up the person who had already lost his soul.
He Tianlan sighed softly, stopped him behind him, and said softly, "You also saw him shoot me down into the Formless Abyss, didn't you?"
Su Hongjian has always acted differently from others, and has always been between evil and good. It is clear that he is indeed doing evil for the devil, and he will never show mercy when it should be done, but as long as it is a person who should not die, and what should not be done, he will definitely make up for it afterwards. It was when Su Hongjian accidentally broke into the body for Qinghua's resurrection that he finally understood a little bit of the truth.
He didn't understand why the other party had to do this at first, until he gradually realized the strangeness of Shengjun, and finally got a glimpse of it.
"But—killing and saving, what exactly is he planning? How can you guarantee that he didn't deliberately direct and perform such a show in order to bring you under his command, so as to make you submit to him!"
Layman Mingkong still sneered, and retorted coldly: "What's more, even if he didn't kill you, wouldn't he be considered a villain? He killed a village of hundreds of people overnight just for the sake of the Fallen Cave Mansion buried under the village. If there is not one left, for the sake of the treasure treasured by the sect, you can hit the sect and kill countless disciples from the outer sect at will, so are these all rumors and lies!"
Hearing these things mentioned by him, He Tianlan's heart sank slightly, and just about to explain, the cave suddenly shook violently.
"No, this is Yunmeng Formation!"
Finally realizing the strangeness of this cave, Xuankong Immortal Venerable spoke anxiously, and was about to call everyone to work together to break through the formation. The formation was fully activated, and the fog dispersed in a blink of an eye, leaving only a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him.
The line of sight was suddenly blocked, and people instinctively panicked. A young monk had instinctively released a magic weapon to defend himself, and several powerful attacks landed on the dense fog, but it seemed as if a rock had sunk to the bottom of the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
"Don't act rashly, the formation will absorb the mana inside, the more we attack it, the harder it is for us to get out!"
The Yunmeng formation is an ancient formation, and it will not be activated easily on weekdays. They besieged the Demon Lord here, and their spiritual power was already surging, but by chance, their souls were scattered, which happened to meet the conditions for opening the formation.
The Yunmeng Formation regards the soul as a dream, and now everyone is afraid that they have been trapped in the memory of Hongjian Mozun. If they can't find the exit and there is no external rescue, they may be trapped here forever.
Unexpectedly, after chasing all the way, he would stray into this kind of place, Immortal Xuankong couldn't help feeling annoyed, he sternly shouted to stop everyone's movements, swung his sleeves forcefully, a gust of wind blew past, and dispersed the dense fog .
The sight in front of him gradually became clear, but it was no longer the cave just now, but an open battlefield.
The fierce battle had just subsided, fresh blood remained on the scorched earth, and the demon clan's attack had just been repelled. Many monks simply sat on the ground, gulping down the saffron wine to replenish their exhausted spiritual power.
The young man in the black robe stood in a daze, and when he heard the greeting behind him, he turned around with a smile and waved, then turned and walked to the corner sheltered from the wind alone.
"Sure enough, it's still magic repair, the strength recovers quickly, and the injury can be healed in a blink of an eye, unlike us..."
"But after all, their minds are unstable, and it is inevitable that they will take the risky tricks of the strange peaks. Cultivation of immortals is the right way."
"Hush - there is no battle between immortals and demons now, don't talk about it, let them hear it..."
Whispers sounded all around, but the young man didn't seem to hear them at all. He walked slowly past the crowd and sat down slowly in a shelter. Unbuttoning the coat, the ink-colored arrow robe inside was completely soaked in blood.
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