On How to Properly Engage a Deadly Enemy

"Yun Chen" got up slowly, the sound of water was heard, he looked up at Xie Guixin, slowly stretched out his hand, and grabbed Xie Guixin's ankle, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The ankle grabbed by "Yun Chen" seemed to be covered with fire, and the silky flesh and blood slid up against Xie Guixin's ankle, teasing unhurriedly.

Xie Guixin stiffened into a stone at first, and then hurriedly backed away when "Yun Chen" tried to stick to him and stretched out his hand to pull his belt.

His eyes glanced at the half-covered body of "Yun Chen", Xie Guixin covered his head, his back was covered with hairs, looking at "Yun Chen" who crawled out of the pool and gradually approached him, he quickly slashed his sword Stabbed the phantom to death, and ran away in a panic.

Through the mirror, Mo Shiba looked at Xie Guixin's face pretending to be calm, slapped the table and laughed wildly, "I thought he was so cold in his heart, so he also has distracting thoughts, and he is still a man."

"What about men?" Xie Kurong came up from downstairs at some point, with sand on his hands, leaned over to look at the reflection in the mirror, frowned, "Rewind the picture, let me see what the child looks like , if he looks pleasing to the eye, help my son take him in."

Mo Shiba raised his eyebrows, "This is your only son, you don't mind letting him be with a man like this?"

Xie Kurong took a piece of cloth and wiped his hands carefully, looked at the scene in the mirror, and raised his eyebrows, "Don't you just like men? It's not uncommon for two same-sex monks to be together in the cultivation world. Isn't Ding also gender-neutral? There's nothing to make a fuss about."

Throwing the handkerchief aside casually, Xie Kurong moved a small stool, sat down, looked at Yun Chen's face in the water mirror, raised his eyebrows, "Why is it this guy?"

It was probably because Yun Chen's face on the second floor gave Xie Guixin too much impact. After breaking through this secret realm, Xie Guixin stayed on the second floor for a long time before going to the third floor.

"According to the speed at which he kills people, it may take less than a month to dismantle him from the bottom of the tower all the way to the sixth floor, and then be ejected from the sixth floor." Mo Shiba raised his hand to take a sip of water beside the table, tsk He sighed, "Xie Kurong, how did you give birth to such an aggressive son with your temperament?"

"Probably followed his mother." Xie Kurong held the cup with a look of intoxication, "Back then his mother slaughtered her enemies all the way, and she was so straightforward when she killed her."

Mo Shiba: "..."

"You can't climb the tower just by killing people blindly." Mo Shiba said slowly, "The ancient battlefield on the first floor is the spirit of killing, so it doesn't matter. The illusion of sex/desire on the second floor, you can kill it Just kill, it’s not a big problem, but from the third floor, if you still rely on killing people to climb up, you won’t be able to pass the last level anyway.”

"How do you know if my son can't get in?" Xie Kurong glanced at Mo Shiba with a bad expression on his face.

"I tried," Mo Shiba smiled wryly, "From the bottom of the tower all the way to the sixth floor, I was ejected in the end, and I couldn't get in again."

"You are a demon with a fierce aura, how did you get in?" Xie Kurong raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I have my own way." Mo Shiba glanced at Xie Kurong, but he didn't want to talk about it.

Xie Guixin in this room climbed from the second floor to the third floor, and as soon as he stood firm, he saw a person standing in the field with his back turned to him.He was dressed in black, tall and tall, with a pitch-black long sword in his hand, standing quietly in place, like a statue covered in stone.

Looking at the back of the other party, Xie Guixin raised his eyebrows, and a very bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.Sure enough, after the other party turned around, Xie Guixin's whole face collapsed.

The other party was dressed in pitch black, with long hair loose, tightly blocking the left half of his face, leaving the right half of his face cold and evil, which belonged to Xie Guixin, the face of the Demon Lord.

Xie Guixin stood where he was, and sighed, "But I have died several times, why am I now back to a dignified appearance?"

Raising his hand to touch his smooth left cheek, Xie Guixin sighed, "Sure enough, the current dress is more refreshing."

The figure on the opposite side did not speak, but quietly raised the long sword, looked at Xie Guixin, his eyes were silent, after a while, he rushed towards Xie Guixin, drew a perfect arc with the long sword in his hand, and slashed at Xie Guixin fiercely.

"What does my son look like before?" Xie Kurong propped his head on one hand, frowning, "What's the matter with his face?"

Looking at the left side of Xie Guixinyu's face exposed during the fight, Xie Kurong frowned, "When did the Demon Realm ask for a tattoo on his face? And he got such a big piece that it covered half of his face."

Mo Shiba raised his eyebrows, "Your son is much more successful than you in being a Demon Lord, and his aura is enough to deter those monsters in the Demon World."

"It's lifeless, not likable at all." Xie Kurong frowned, "It's better as it is now."

Xie Guixin in the tower moved with difficulty while carrying the epee, while the shadow on the opposite side moved like a ghost. If Xie Guixin was not familiar with his previous routines, he might be beaten to the ground by the opponent.

The opponent's long sword swept across, Xie Guixin held the long sword of the shadow, stretched out his foot and tripped, swept the opponent to the ground with one foot, twisted the long sword in the shadow's hand, and pressed the opponent to the ground.

Xie Guixin flipped his wrist, looked at the long sword in his palm, and sighed, "Killing yourself is too embarrassing, let's forget it."

Dragging the shadow to the corner like a chicken, Xie Guixin stripped off the opponent's clothes, bound his limbs, and ran up immediately.

And now a day has passed.

Yunchen practiced handwriting at the desk for a long time, the tea on the table was cold, but the sneaky thief in the past still didn't come.

"Your Majesty," the purple-clothed disciple knelt outside the hall, and his voice came from outside the door, "The demon race has been in decline, and it has been chaotic for a hundred years. The various sects have now jointly organized the demon-subduing conference, intending to exterminate the demon race. Now they have gone to Qing Wushan has handed over dozens of invitations, I wonder if you will go or not..."

Yun Chen paused, "Could you subdue the demon..."

The ink stains smudged softly on the rice paper, turning the words written by Yun Chen into ink dots.The peach blossoms outside the main hall fell in piles, like a never-ending rain.

After a long time, the disciple outside the door heard a short answer from the hall, "Go."

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Xie Guixin rushed to the fourth floor in one breath, and the scene at the foot of the stone bricks changed.The cold and soft snow piled up, Xie Guixin stepped on the ground and fell into the snowdrift.

"Why is it an illusion again?" Xie Guixin climbed up from the snowdrift, shaking the snowflakes above her head, and just when she stood still, her body was penetrated by a fox.

Xie Guixin glanced at himself in spirit form and raised his eyebrows.Not far away, several people walked together, and a young man in brocade clothes was in the middle, holding a fan on a snowy day, swaying like he didn't know whether it was hot or cold.Then he tripped and fell hard.

The fan in the boy's hand flew far away, he plunged into the snow, after a while, he stretched out his hand to wipe away all the snow particles attached, revealing a face covered by layers of deep snow.

Xie Guixin frowned, stepped forward a few steps, and leaned her head closer, only to see that her lips were purple from the cold, and her face was blue, with a half-dead appearance.

silence.

"Why me again?" Xie Guixin went crazy, "Is it fun to pick people's scars all the time?"

The author has something to say: Hmm... the last wave of memory killing is about to arrive on the battlefield.Let's take a deep dive into those years, Lao Xie and Chengzi turned against each other=￣ω￣=