There are demons [comprehension]

It was already midnight when the Eight Great Immortal Gates who had been waiting in Wumian Mountain rushed up to Wumian Mountain.

"Jiang Feiyuan!!!" Qi Luxing was the first to see Jiang Feiyuan. He was standing under the towering tree at the highest point of the mountain with his back to them, holding Yanguangzong's three-pound hat in his left hand.

As soon as he said it, fellow travelers quickly came over and surrounded Jiang Feiyuan, not one of them was full of pain and anger.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Feiyuan twitched his mouth, threw away his three-pound hat, and turned around against the wind. His handsome face was bleeding, and his eyes that had been like a clear breeze and bright moon were gouged away. He 'looked' at the crowd, judging the number of people and their positions based on their voices .

"Jiang Feiyuan! You killed the master of the Kongyan Sect, turned your fellow sects into puppets, and built a demon sect based on Wumian Mountain. You are unkind, disloyal, unfilial, and perverse. Your crime is unforgivable." Someone shouted angrily.

"My crime?" Jiang Feiyuan thought it was funny, but his heart ached so much, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and shook his head slightly with disheveled hair, "I haven't done anything, I haven't killed people, I haven't been a puppet, and I haven't established a demon cult! Don't you enjoy slandering me? He is my uncle, I..."

In the middle of the conversation, he didn't want to talk anymore, he didn't want to make so-called sophistry, if this group of people believed him, they believed him in the morning, why would they surround Wusian Mountain again and threaten to kill him?

Helplessness, despair, pain, and anger flooded into my heart all at once, washing away the last bit of peace and kindness left.

"Sophistry! You are the only one in Wumian Mountain. If you didn't kill people, who else could kill them?"

"Jiang Feiyuan, how can you embarrass your father like this!"

Jiang Feiyuan heard that it was the sound of playing chess, and now even he completely believed in those crimes. He, Jiang Feiyuan, was unkind, unrighteous, loyal, and unfilial, and perverted.

"I was indeed bewitched, but I didn't kill anyone." He murmured and took a step, then shrank back under the tree timidly. After retreating to shame Tianji and Yan Shizhou, his strength was exhausted, and it was not easy to stand up to now , squatting down against the tree trunk, lowered his head and whispered, "My eyes hurt."

A crystal tear rolled down to the ground and exploded into small droplets.

This tear has been in the eye socket for a long time, and it has not fallen for a long time. Until this moment, it can no longer be contained.

"Kill him! There is no need for demons in the world, and there is no need for demons in the immortal world, scum and scum!"

The roar gradually increased, and Qi Luxing, standing in the front row, sighed deeply: "Such a scum, why stay in the world? Kill it!"

"Let me take over those you don't need, let me protect those you don't want to protect, let me care for those you abandon, how about it?"

A magnetic voice suddenly sounded, as if it came through space, so beautiful.

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering who said this.

"Look, what is Jiang Feiyuan doing? He's using a forbidden technique!!!" A patriarch unexpectedly looked at Jiang Feiyuan under the tree, and saw that he had just completed a ghost technique.

"It's the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts! Then... someone is coming from there!"

"Wrong, I'm not a human, I'm a ghost!" After saying that, a red light appeared in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people stood in front of them, except for the handsome man in red at the head, all of them were people in black robes .

"When you see me, why don't you kneel down to greet His Royal Highness the Ghost King?" The man in red took a puff of cigarette leisurely, his eyes were light purple, full of evil charm.

"Ridiculous! You bastard..." a middle-aged man said angrily.

"You old bastard! Your hair is white, and you look like you're going to die." The ghost king turned back with a cold face, as if he was very dissatisfied with being called a ghost.

Someone jumped up and argued: "The suzerain just practiced a kind of peerless martial arts, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh! That's it!" The Ghost King, with no expression on his face, took a step forward with his bong in hand, "You seem to be very powerful! I will compete with you."

The ghost king's figure flashed, and before everyone could see clearly, the disciple who defended him disappeared in the wind.

"I'm the ghost king, not a ghost thing, remember!" The ghost king returned to his original place, and smiled triumphantly in front of the astonished crowd, "I will not blame those who leave, and those who stay will die without a whole body."

A group of immortals would not want to submit to a ghost like this. Although some people left, they were slaughtered by the ghosts all over the mountain, and those who remained faced the enemy with swords.

At this time, Jiang Feiyuan walked out of the group of ghosts and stood beside the ghost king expressionlessly.

The ghost king squinted at him, startled.

"If you don't keep any of them, kill them all. I will use your bones to refine puppets and fight for me in the future." Jiang Feiyuan's mouth twitched, his whole body feeling cold.

Qi Luxing was the first to be furious, and he drew his sword and pointed at Jiang Feiyuan, "Nonsense! Do you really think you are invincible? Even if we die here tonight, there are still people down the mountain, and there will always be one of them who can kill you. "

The sword energy is fierce, coming from all directions. Jiang Feiyuan is very familiar with this pure sword energy, which is as clean and penetrating as water. It's a pity that he can't have it anymore. He lightly raised his left hand and pushed the hair behind his ear, sneering: " I hope that the latecomers will be able to distinguish right from wrong, and not be so confused and stupid. Kill them, and leave no one's golden core behind, just dig it up and give it to me."

After the sound fell, he retreated to the back, facing the towering tree, dressed in a bright moonlight, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, and the corners of his mouth curved down.

……

It was three months after the bloodbath of Wumian Mountain that Canglan Yetian regained his calm.

"Bright breeze and bright moon eyes, like ice like a snowman. Alas! The young man of Yanguangzong was once proud of his character, but unfortunately his former style has gone with the wind." An old man was sitting in a roadside tea shop with a cup of tea, his old eyebrows drooping , eyes narrowed into a slit, looking very peaceful and loving.

"I heard that there were thousands of dead in the battle of Wumian Mountain."

The old man took a sip of tea and said slowly, "No one survived."

Dressed in a red robe, barefooted and bald, holding a Buddhist bead, his appearance is evil and evil. He is not exactly Jiang Feiyuan's former master Buddha Lianzi.

He moved swiftly and sat down opposite the old gentleman, poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly: "My little monk also heard that Wumian Mountain was turned upside down."

"That's right, the huge Wumian Mountain just disappeared. I don't know if those 1000 people were buried in Wumian Mountain, or the 1000 people were buried in Wumian Mountain." The old man put down his teacup, got up to pay the bill, and left leisurely.

After the old man left, Fo Lianzi sat in the tea shop for a long time and did not leave. After a cup of tea had cooled down, he looked at the clear blue sky above the eaves, unable to hide his loneliness and regret in his eyes.

A burst of noise came from far and near, pulling the faraway Buddha Lotus back to reality. She turned her head to look over and saw a man in a light blue robe walking slowly in the crowd. There is no wind or wave, from beginning to end, there is an air of keeping idlers away.

"Chen Nian Wushen, you are waiting for me, please don't be angry, I really didn't mean to make you angry." A 34-year-old boy jumped out of the crowd and jumped in front of the man in the light blue robe, with a look on his face. I was anxious to apologize to him, and I didn't forget to present a pair of cute piggy buns.

Fo Lianzi took a closer look, smiled, got up to meet him, and directly lifted the young man who was standing in front of Chen Nian Wuyan. Chen Nian Wuyan gave him an indifferent look and said with a half-smile: "In just three months, Qinghe It's really embarrassing that Zongcong has been reduced to a ghost place that no one dares to enter."

Chen Nianwu's eyes, which were calm and calm, opened a layer of ripples, but quickly regained his composure, stopped, opened his lips, and said coldly: "How about it."

Fo Lianzi didn't care about Chen Nian Wu Yan's reaction at all, and still said with a bit of sarcasm: "Three months ago, the second son of Qinghe Sect was Chen Nian Wu Yan, how about you?"

"Very good." Chen Nian Wuyan said sadly and joyfully.

Fo Lianzi raised her lips and smiled, and said evilly: "Is that true, Mr. Chen Nian, you are really good? Hua Shanhe and Hai Lanying didn't come to see you?"

Chen Nian is silent.

Fo Lianzi turned around and glanced at everyone, although it was a light glance, it made everyone shudder and backed away.

"Yan Shizhou went mad and surrendered the Qinghe sect. Those who were killed were completely wiped out, and the grass and trees were hard to grow. There was a lot of restlessness in a radius of a hundred miles." He turned to look at Chen Nian, wondering what this person would do to make him a little bit Normal reaction, "Young Master Chen Nian, who was traveling, escaped by chance, but I heard from my friends that Yan Shizhou is looking for you. He is definitely looking for you to reconnect with you. Think about it with your toes, he It is to kill you."

Still not seeing Chen Nian Wu Yan reacting, Fo Lian Zi suspected that the person in front of him was alone, such a reaction was really like a ruthless plant, he took a step forward, took Chen Nian Wu Yan's left hand and clenched it tightly in the palm, his eyes were red , "Young Master Chen Nian, do you still want to continue to be happy?"

"Hey! Let him go!"

Fo Lianzi's face darkened, and when the palm wind struck, she let go of Chen Nian Wushen's hand, and walked ten steps away in an instant.

"You like Chen Nian Wuyan, don't you?" The young man snorted angrily and held his knife in front of Chen Nian Wuyan, with an expression of 'you come here, I'll kill you', "I've never even held the hand of Second Young Master, You are a shameless demon monk who is neither human nor evil, and you are trying to get ahead of me."

"Xiaofeng is now the head of the sky." Buddha Lianzi smiled lightly, clasped his hands together, "My Buddha is merciful, and this little monk is all about the Buddha Lianzi."

"Oh——you are the dead monk they said!" Liu Xiaofeng put the sword on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and smiled aggressively: "You don't taboo meat and vegetables, drink and cheat, cross people and don't kill people, Buddhist precepts, you don't have a precept gone."

Hearing other people's comments about her, Fo Lianzi didn't care at all, instead she said sincerely: "Especially not rebooting."

"Bah——" Liu Xiaofeng looked disgusted, turned around and said to Chen Nianwuyi: "Second Young Master, you must not understand the monk opposite, let me tell you, he is the biggest failure in Yunze Tianxia, ​​Buddha Lianzi. I met him , take a detour, don't associate with him, he will be tricked into being a furnace."

Fo Lianzi turned a deaf ear to it, and turned her eyes to the expressionless Chen Nian Wuyan. Seeing him frowning slightly, she heard him say, "Scum."

The corner of Fo Lianzi's mouth twitched, seeing that Chen Nian Wu Yan took Liu Xiaofeng away instantly, raised his hand to rub his brows, and murmured: "Chen Nian Wu Yan, on the way to kill demons, don't try to stay out of it."