If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

The snow in the desert comes from the north.

On a small oasis, like sparks, is a temporary market built by low-level monks.

After the demon saint's secret land came to life, the mortals on the desert all migrated away, many inns were abandoned, but the squares and cities took their place and prospered in this desert.

The night sky is high and far away, with white hair and heavy snow being carried by the north wind, swirling in succession.

A blue-clothed boy with shoulder-length hair appeared on the edge of the oasis, carrying an ordinary iron sword on his back, looking towards the busy market not far away.

A two-headed tiger slowly walked up behind him. If you don't look at the two pig-like heads that were slapped by the sword, it is also a majestic beast.

The two-headed tiger looked at Cheng Siqi cautiously: "Boss, it's been almost two months, even if I really found senior, the ashes are probably frozen... Ouch!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped him with a sword, without any spiritual energy, but directly slapped the entire upper body of the two-headed tiger at the peak of Qi refining into the sand.

The two-headed tiger was like an onion, twisting its buttocks and using its front paws to force itself, and a big swollen face, thinking that this boss is much more difficult to serve than the senior, he is really moody, and he will be beaten when he says he wants to be beaten.

Originally, after the senior didn't return for many days, he also wanted to destroy Cheng Siqi, but when he was still hesitating whether to do it, Cheng Siqi beat him half to death with the iron sword and made him a mount. go find someone.The two-headed tiger resisted repeatedly, but was beaten from a tiger to a pig, and has been completely honest since then.

Along the way, I searched for news and looked for people, and soon got endless news.

This news is really not confidential.

An edict from the Lord of the Rain made Wuyan inexplicably on the must-kill list of demon cultivators, and countless demon cultivators rushed to the vicinity of the Endless Ice Field.And there are quite a few people who come to cultivate, after all, their own Tianjiao has been hunted down to such an extent, even for the sake of face, they have to come here.

The two-headed tiger can be regarded as admirable for the two-headed tiger who can escape after being chased and killed by Huashen.

On the way, he wanted to say a few insatiable good words to please Cheng Siqi, but he was beaten as soon as he uttered them.Change your mouth and scold you endlessly, and you will still be beaten.

Later, the two-headed tiger discovered that it wasn't that he didn't speak well, or that he was born to be beaten up, but that it depended on Cheng Siqi's mood, whether he wanted to be praised or scolded.

"I am at the pinnacle of Qi refining..." The two-headed tiger shook the hair on its head aggrievedly, and muttered softly.

Cheng Siqi walked in, "You mean there may be a map of endless ice fields here?"

"Correct."

The two-headed tiger hurriedly followed, and said in a low voice, "When the Great Ban of Heaven and Earth was first opened, the monks came to the mortal world, and some of them were bold enough to explore the endless ice field. It is said that the Eight Great Immortal Sects also sent people in. The map slowly spread out. But among the people who went in... very few came out alive."

One by one, they walked into Fangshi with familiarity.

Cheng Siqi, who had never known any common sense in the cultivation world, learned everything as quickly as if he had regained his memory in less than two months.He has been to no fewer than a dozen such squares, large and small.

There are many people in this square city, but their cultivation bases are relatively low, most of them are around the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining, and even the peak of Qi Refining is rare.

As soon as the two-headed tiger came in, it received a lot of stares from many people.He bared his teeth as usual, and walked at Cheng Siqi's feet like a big cat, acting like an honest mount.

After walking half a circle in Fangshi, Cheng Siqi found a place where the most monks gathered. When he walked over, he saw a few monks recruiting people.

Greeting people on all sides are two or three monks on the sixth and seventh floors of Qi Refining.

There is a table in the center, and behind the table sits a middle-aged man, dressed in white and with a beautiful beard, gentle and refined, with his eyes closed.Next to him stands a hanging flag with a line written on it.

"Invite your comrades, enter the ice field, and punish the evil leader."

Someone in front read it out, shook his head and sighed: "It's another one who wants to go into the ice field to kill demons. The last team went in from our square city, and they haven't come back yet. I don't know if they can come out alive. That's the land of slaughtering gods. There are so many demon cultivators..."

The two-headed tiger listened with pricked ears, and said to Cheng Siqi: "Boss, it looks like they are going to the ice field. How about we go with them? They must have a map."

Cheng Siqi's eyes moved, and he was about to step out from the crowd.

But at this moment, a qi refining monk who was in charge of welcoming people into the team looked at the man who sighed just now, and sneered: "Friend Daoist misunderstood, we didn't go in to kill the demon cultivator, but to get ahead of the demon cultivator." , Kill the man who fled into the ice field."

"what?!"

"Why are you on the side of the demon cultivator?"

Cheng Siqi paused, and slowly unfastened the sword behind his back.

There was an explosion all around, and there was a lot of noise.

The foundation-building cultivator in the center suddenly snorted coldly, and an invisible coercion swayed away, and the people in the front who screamed the most staggered back.

The cultivator who established the foundation opened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Everyone doesn't know, the person who escaped into the ice field and was chased and killed by the demon cultivator was exactly the true biography of Tianyin Temple more than 60 years ago, Insatiable." Hehe smiled, and stroked his beard, "Speaking of which, many people may not remember this name. But no one must have forgotten the annihilation of Yanzhou back then."

"Yanzhou destroys the country..."

Half of the square city seemed to be emptied of sound, and it was extremely silent.

A group of monks were either horrified, puzzled, stunned, or had complex expressions, unable to express their emotions, but they all kept their mouths shut.As if stepping on some kind of taboo, he didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of causing a catastrophe.

The foundation-builder monk said: "I hate Yanzhou to destroy the country and slaughter millions of mortals, but they were suppressed by the Tianyin Temple, the Xuanjian Sect and the Tianji Sect. I have been dissatisfied with the casual cultivation alliance for a long time. Such a demonic behavior, is it a matter?" Can it be over with one confinement?"

With this statement, many people nodded in agreement.

Such a devil, just because he is the true descendant of Tianyin Temple, can he continue to get away with it?Many people who were filled with righteous indignation frowned, and murderous intent appeared in their hearts.

"The devil had been in seclusion before and lived in Tianyin Temple, but now there is news of his appearance. We are waiting for a righteous man, what are we waiting for?"

The cultivator who established the foundation showed a bit of excitement, "Besides, Song received the news that this demon has been seriously injured by the monster rain master, and he blew up his golden core. Now I am afraid that he is not as good as a mortal. Moreover, Tianyin Temple has always been hidden in the mountains. , don’t ask the disciple who came down the mountain whether he is dead or alive, even if I kill Wuyan and announce his crimes, no one will trouble me. Everyone, this is a golden opportunity. Since we can enter the ice field and kill demon cultivators, It can also solve this devil, kill two birds with one stone, why not do it?"

He cupped his hands in all directions: "I, Song Xutian, am here, begging fellow Taoists, help me to kill the devil!"

"What Senior Song said is right! I, Baiyun Mountain, would like to follow Senior Song into the ice field and kill the devil!"

"I, Feng Mingjian, would also like to follow Senior Song!"

"I will follow Senior to kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

The silence in the square city was broken, and there was a sudden wave of sound, wave after wave.The sound of shouting and killing was boundless, and the murderous aura was monstrous.

The two-headed tiger was trembling with fright, and was about to drag Cheng Siqi forward, but saw a piece of blue clothes flicker in front of him, and the sound of the iron sword being unsheathed was low and slow, accompanied by a cold and clear voice sounded.

"Who do you want to kill?"

Amidst countless shouts, this completely different aura was revealed in an instant.

The monks around were stunned for a moment, and soon they were forced away by a sharp aura, and they involuntarily gave way.

Cheng Siqi came out with a sword in hand.

After more than a year of experience, his face has faded a lot of childishness.He has clear and handsome features, but there seems to be a cold glow hidden in them, which fills him with a sense of danger of walking on a sharp edge.

The foundation cultivator Song Xutian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who are you?"

Although this young man is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining, he is a little afraid of the seemingly absent swordsmanship aura on his body.Sword cultivators have always been an unreasonable existence. They fight over the ranks and like to risk their lives. They are well-known thorns in the cultivation world, and they usually don't provoke them if they can.

"My little friend, if you want to challenge Song and learn swordsmanship, then go aside and wait for a while. Song still has important things to do here." Song Xutian's early stage foundation cultivation was exuded, and his expression eased, and he wanted to put the matter to rest first. Sting to fool away.

But before the words fell to the ground, a cold light suddenly lit up and struck in the air.

"Little friend!"

Song Xutian was caught off guard and hurriedly dodged, but found that the sword technique was extremely difficult, so he had to take out the magic weapon to resist.

Cheng Siqi shot without any scruples, the sword energy was condensed, and it rose all over the sky, the sharpness was unstoppable.

Under the coercion of Foundation Establishment, he pushed forward tightly, and while attacking frantically, he asked sharply, "Who do you want to kill?!"

A clanging sword sound awakened Song Xutian in a daze.

He paused for a moment of dodging, and his eyes turned cold: "Are you with that devil?"

What answered him was a long sword like a dragon leaving the customs.

At some point, a dense sword net was woven around him, and the vertical and horizontal sword energy was raging sharply, enveloping him in it, and murderous intent arose everywhere.

Song Xutian's eyes flashed, and he directly took out a black flag with a gloomy wind, and shook the sky, "All fellow Taoists, help me kill this demon fellow!"

Under this drink, many monks really took action and attacked one after another.

"My mother, this is looking for death..." The two-headed tiger saw that Cheng Siqi was surrounded by a group of Qi-refining monks, and the magic light was blasting from the sky. He was really frightened into a big cat, and scratched his beard anxiously .

He circled around on the spot: "To help or not to help... This kid enslaves me all the way, and beats me at every turn, and he deserves to die! But... In just one year, his swordsmanship has improved so much, and he has achieved sword intent with a body of refining qi." The rudimentary form, entering the way of the sword... If he survives this encounter, then the cultivation world will go sideways in the future..."

After struggling for a long time, the two-headed tiger still gritted his teeth, roared, and rushed into the battle circle.

He is at the peak of Qi refining, and the demon cultivator is physically tyrannical, and he tore off more than a dozen rushing monks in a short time.

"A demon cultivator is killing people!" Someone shouted again.

The two-headed tiger didn't care about it, showing its ferocious appearance, and was about to bite the man with a leap, but suddenly there were countless screams erupting from the central battle circle, and the twisted and slender ghost rushed out of the black flag, smashing the sword in an instant. The net rushed towards Cheng Siqi.

"If you dare to fight against me to build a foundation on the fifth floor of Qi Refining, you will overestimate your own strength!"

Song Xutian smiled sternly, flung his sleeves, and instead of fighting Cheng Siqi in close quarters, he directly trapped Cheng Siqi with black flags and ghost shadows, and threw out a bone puppet, shattering Cheng Siqi's sword energy.

The surging spiritual energy came over.

Cheng Siqi's back stiffened, and his shoulder was pierced by the bone puppet in an instant, blood splashing everywhere.

He raised his eyebrows sharply, and slashed away with his backhand sword, but another ghost broke through his protective aura, entangled his legs, and began to bite.

The top of the head was dark, and a river of blood fell from the sky, exuding a strong sense of corrosion.

"This kind of spell, this kind of power..." The two-headed tiger was so shaken by the blood river that it spurted out a mouthful of blood, its muscles and bones were dislocated, and it flew several feet away.

The Qi refining monks around also retreated one after another, not daring to approach.

"Even if you have entered the way of swordsmanship, if you don't build a foundation for a day, you will be a mortal for a day!" Song Xutian laughed wildly from the ghost, "Boy, die!"

Cheng Siqi's body was bitten to a bloody mess, and his breath gradually weakened.

The river of blood slowly pressed down.

His knees softened, and his figure slowly fell down, and countless ghosts swarmed up.

Blood color enveloped this side, reflecting half of the sky.

The monks watching the battle from a distance were all shocked, shocked by the methods of the foundation-building monks.

But at this time, a sword light came out of the sky, and the wind was chaotic.

The blood river was suddenly torn apart, and the ghost image was shattered.

This sword was dazzling, but it didn't seem to have any spiritual attack, it was just a simple and unremarkable sword.

But as soon as the sword was released, there was a strange artistic conception enveloped here, extreme and crazy, as if it could affect the will of heaven, and slaughtered all the murderous intentions except it.

"Sword Intent?!" Song Xutian was frightened and angry, not daring to underestimate it, and immediately threw out all the magical weapons, and fired two powerful foundation-building spells in succession to block the sword.

The light burst out and there was a bang.

The monks who got close were all burnt to the eyes, kept backing away in fear, and left in a panic.

The powerful collision of these two forces razed half of the city to the ground. It was almost hard to believe that this was just a fight between Qi refining and foundation building.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, the bustling city was reduced to ruins, and there was no movement at all.

Those who avoided looked at each other, but no one dared to take a closer look at this moment.

The two-headed tiger spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered up and slipped out.In the battle just now, it was obvious that the Foundation Establishment had overwhelmed Cheng Siqi's sword. He didn't think Cheng Siqi could kill the Foundation Establishment monk under such circumstances.

"Whoa!"

A broken plank was suddenly lifted, and a figure covered in blood staggered to his feet.

Everyone was shocked, and the two-headed tiger almost dropped its jaw.

Cheng Siqi ignored the group of people in the distance, slapped his broken leg back to its original position, took out the elixir left behind by Wu Yan and ate two, then walked slowly to another sandstone, looked down Glancing at the Foundation Establishment cultivator whose eyebrows were pierced, he grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it out abruptly.

The sword edge stained with the blood of the monks who established the foundation pointed at the monks who were shouting and shouting: "Who else... wants to kill him?"

Everyone backed away in horror.

The two-headed tiger hurried over to Cheng Siqi's side, "Boss, are you alright?"

Cheng Siqi ignored the two-headed tiger, bent down to search Song Xutian's body, and found the map to enter the endless ice field.

He put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and left.

At this time, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd: "This little devil has killed Senior Foundation Establishment, and it is already at the end of his strength. Why are we still hesitating?!"

Accompanied by this sound, a huge fireball shot out suddenly and hit Cheng Siqi's back.

Hesitant expressions appeared on the faces of the people, watching the fireball flying out, as if they wanted to test how much strength the sword repairer had left.

But in the next moment, they saw the sword cultivator who was pointing at them viciously with his sword just now, so that everyone was silent, turned over and sat on the back of the double-headed tiger, stabbed the double-headed tiger's ass with his sword, and shouted One voice: "Drive!"

The two-headed tiger screamed in pain, and rushed out like a black lightning bolt.In terms of speed, the two-headed tiger at the peak of Qi refining can't catch it with ordinary foundation building.

"Run... run?"

A group of monks were dumbfounded. Aren't sword repairers all fighting to the death and never surrendering?Astonished and surprised in their hearts, when the fireball hit the ground and made a loud noise, everyone thought of chasing after it.But after this delay, even the shadow of a person is gone, so what is there to chase after?

The monks in the square city were helpless, sighed and began to clean up the broken things.

No one noticed that the person who had just shouted and fired the fireball technique quietly withdrew from the crowd and quickly fled towards the outside of Fangshi.

The moonlight illuminated his face, and he was clearly an inconspicuous Qi Refining cultivator beside Song Xutian.

But as he rushed into the desert, his appearance was suddenly blurred. A dark cloak appeared on him at some point, and the hood covered his face, and a ray of evil energy inadvertently dissipated Come out, "Extremely Passionate Sword Dao has appeared... You should report to the Demon Lord!"

After a few flashes, the figure disappeared without a trace as if it had never appeared before.

From this day on, an undercurrent surged above the desert.

Countless monks questioned the Eight Great Immortal Sects, and organized several teams headed by the Loose Cultivation Alliance, vowing to eliminate harm for the Immortal Sect and kill them endlessly.There were also many people in the know who stopped and sent people to intercept the Sanxiu League.

Among the cultivators, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

During this period, a large number of demon cultivators entered the endless ice field, and demon cultivators also appeared for the first time, and the whole mortal world seemed to be in chaos in an instant.

a month later.

Cheng Siqi retreated while fighting in the continuous pursuit, and came to the junction of the ice field and the desert.

"From the moment I regained my memory as the magistrate, I knew what I should do."

He clenched the Jiqing sword that was still dripping blood in his hand, and slowly laughed, "This time, should I protect you?" Into the ice field.

At the same time, a high-spirited shout came from the distant Shiwan Dashan: "The sword is in the urn, you still want to stop me?"

"At the moment of the catastrophe, your eight great immortal sects have cut off the master of my monster clan's response to the catastrophe. Now we just grab another one, and you can't sit still? Do you remember the alliance of demon saints!"

As soon as this question came out, it seemed to travel tens of thousands of miles from the [-] mountains, and it sounded in front of the film where the ice sheet and the desert meet.

The surging clouds above the sky froze.

After a long while, it finally dispersed slowly.