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

Jindan Thunder Tribulation condenses.

Snow sealed the city, thunder cracked the sky, and the overwhelming power of heaven and earth came oppressively, almost making the entire Yanbei City crumbling.

The doors of thousands of mortals are closed, and they can only see one or two thunderbolts as if they were punished by gods through the yellow window paper.

"on one's last legs."

The slightly changed expression of the woman in red soon returned to a lazy and contemptuous smile, but this time, the smile was mixed with strong displeasure and coldness.

She took a fancy to the ants she was playing with, and she really wanted to resist.This is naturally irritating.

"You are not well prepared, and you forcefully broke through the situation. Even if you can successfully form a golden core, it is just a bad thing. It is just a mayfly that left a few more breaths. It really makes me feel depressed." The woman in red said in a manly voice, hugging Watching Xie Zhou cross the catastrophe while watching the pipa, he no longer plucks the strings.

The golden core is a catastrophe, if she interferes, she will be struck by lightning together.

So she can wait, and even if Xie Zhou condenses into a golden core, he can't challenge her with a Nascent Soul, so she doesn't need to take the risk of catastrophe.

Xie Zhou's aptitude is excellent, even under such a life-and-death crisis, he forcibly broke through, and he survived the thunder tribulation quite smoothly.

A ray of bright light leaked from the sky full of thunderclouds, and all the golden brilliance scattered through the body seemed to be held by a giant hand, and they were all gathered back into the body, condensing into a golden core lingering in the mist.

It's just that this golden core is a little bleak and not perfect.

"It can be regarded as the capital of the sky, but unfortunately it is just a casual cultivator in a small town."

Seeing the catastrophe dissipated, the woman in red once again showed half of her charming face, pursing her lips and chuckling, "You have delayed me a lot. It doesn't matter if you don't open the earth veins. After I dig out your heart and lungs, search for your soul." Look, I naturally know the truth of this earth vein."

"Xiao Langjun, don't blame me for being ruthless."

With a twist of the wrist, there was a sound of the pipa, and the snow all over the city darkened in an instant.

The woman in red is holding the pipa and walking forward step by step.

Every time he took a step, the night behind him spread a bit, like a blood-eating poison, it quickly invaded the bright day of Yanbei.A blood-red lantern suddenly appeared on the city gate, and the wind swayed the lantern, blurring the words on the city gate.

The word "Yanbei" written on iron with a silver hook seems to be distorted by blood, turning into Fengdu like a wriggling poisonous snake.

The two huge city gates creaked unbearably, as if pushed by an invisible force, they slowly closed.

"When this door is closed, Yanbei will be a real dead city."

The woman in red had already walked in front of Xie Zhou.

She raised her face and smiled at Xie Zhou, "Xie Zhushou, can you still wield a sword?"

Xie Zhou's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the woman in red, but he couldn't move.

As the woman in red approached step by step, his ears began to be filled with the cries of countless ghosts, like sharp claws scratching the eardrums.

Those claws could also penetrate his chest and abdomen.

He grabbed his heart viciously, squeezed and crushed it.There are also sharp fingertips picking up his intestines, measuring the length and cutting them into several sections.Even the golden core he had just congealed looked so vulnerable, being bounced by the ghost claws like marbles.

"My sword..."

As soon as the lips parted, a large stream of blood gushed out of Xie Zhou's mouth, staining half of his body red almost instantly.But he didn't seem to notice it at all, staring at the woman in red calmly but sharply, and said hoarsely: "I will kill you."

"Don't be ashamed!"

The woman in red showed anger, and slapped Xie Zhou on the head with her backhand.

This palm is different from the previous one of beckoning cats and dogs, it carries [-]% of the power of the Nascent Soul, if it is true, Xie Zhou will be wiped out in an instant.

But just as the palm fell, Xie Zhou's body, which had been completely frozen in place before, unexpectedly folded strangely, avoiding the palm at an unbelievable angle.

"Zheng!"

A Qingyue sword cry like a quiet spring in an empty valley, but with infinite unwillingness and murderous aura, like blood-colored ink, it was thrown away in this side of the world drippingly.

"Sword intent?!"

The woman in red was taken aback, she was amazed by Xie Zhou's swordsmanship talent, but she didn't dare to slack off, she raised her pipa and plucked the strings suddenly.

Like a silver bottle breaking suddenly, the sky falling and the earth cracking, the sound of the pipa is full of attacking meaning, and countless shining swords and sinister undercurrents rush towards Xie Zhou together.

"Even if it is the golden core that has realized the sword intent, so what?"

The woman in red frowned suddenly: "Die to me!"

Thousands of sword lights split apart, and a burst of sharp artistic conception blessed them, instantly turning the sword lights into a rain of swords, showering down the sky and covering the earth against the sound of the woman in red.

Just a little stagnation.

Immediately, all the sword lights were broken and destroyed one after another, falling dimly, unable to stop the sound of the pipa for a moment longer.

Xie Zhou's face was serious and calm, as if he was tireless, he swung his sword frantically, countless sword lights came out one after another, and crashed in vain.

The first pipa sound pierced Xie Zhou's thigh, and he suddenly leaned forward, half kneeling on the ground.

There were several ear-piercing and sinister strings, and they shot through Xie Zhou's limbs unstoppably. Like the sharpest nails, they passed through Xie Zhou's body, and with a powerful force, they shot him backwards. , nailing him firmly to the city gate.

Feng Du was stained with living blood.

"cough……"

Plasma smeared Xie Zhou's throat, and his shattered vision was bright red, but his hand holding the sword did not relax at all.

The woman in red looked at him and smiled sinisterly: "When I first entered Jindan, I wanted to fight my Nascent Soul. Don't say that you are just a low-level sword cultivator, so what if you are the genius of the Xuanjian sect decades ago? Fighting against my robbery is a dead end!"

As she said that, she raised her palm and shook it, intending to crush Xie Zhou's head to fully understand the battle.

Seeing this, Liuhuazong, Gu Mumen and others in the city were ashamed.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit!"

The elder Liuhuazong's beard and hair were disheveled, and he looked mad and in a hurry. He grabbed the pair of senior sisters and brothers who ran in, with strong expectations in his eyes, "Where's the thing? Where's the thing with strong vitality? Do you two have it?" Bring back the contents of the coffin? Speak up, Yinger!"

Wang Ying was still in shock, and said dully, "Coffin, coffin..."

"Ugh."

Fairy Mufeng of the ancient wooden door sighed heavily.

Her previous 40-[-] years old appearance seems to have become a little older, and now she is standing in the center of the unfinished formation, looking at the scarlet fog spreading outside, shaking her head and saying: "The catastrophe of the Nascent Soul level... Sure enough, there are ten deaths and no life."

"Wang Daoyou, don't embarrass Ying'er," she said with a wry smile, "It seems that they have gained nothing. Now, we can resist for a while, let's count it for a while."

As soon as these words came out, the old man of Liuhua Sect froze, and his body was visibly withered and rickety.

All the monks around were also ashamed, as if they had seen their own miserable end like Xie Zhou.

There was a sudden silence in the venue, only Wang Ying murmured in a daze, "The coffin... the coffin..."

The old man of Liuhuazong hugged Wang Ying's head, two lines of old tears fell, and was about to try to appease the minds of his juniors, but suddenly saw Wang Ying's slack eyes froze, and finally uttered a complete sentence from trembling lips: "The coffin ... There is someone in the coffin!"

As if in response to her words.

The black wooden coffin parked at the gate of the city suddenly let out a tooth-piercing rattling sound.

The city gate, which had been slowly closed under the action of a strange force, also stopped suddenly, as if it was stuck by something, and froze.

The bloody fluctuations on the door screamed and receded like a natural enemy.

The woman in red trembled all over, and the hand she wanted to clenched was fixed in the air, as if she had fallen into a frozen quagmire.The blood dripping from Xie Zhou's body also stagnated.

The wind is calm, and the heavy snow is also condensed.

The sky and the earth in front of the city gate seemed to have been solidified into a static painting in an instant, completely silent and still.

In this irresistible silence, a hand stretched out from the black wooden coffin and pressed on the edge of the coffin. With a little force, a white figure jumped out.

At the same time as the figure leaped out, a snowflake picked up, and with a slight waving, it turned into a plain white monk's robe and wrapped it around his body.

After he finished all this, he didn't attack anyone immediately, but looked down into the coffin, stretched his hands and flexed his fingers, and slapped the person inside the coffin hard.

"Hey, it hurts..."

Another hand quickly grabbed the young monk's hand, and a clear and aggrieved voice came out, "You bullied me as soon as you woke up."

Wu Yan took Cheng Siqi's hand instead, and pulled him up. His reshaped body and bright eyes contained a indulgent and narrow smile: "Still clinging to me? Your good apprentice will be squeezed like a watermelon, As a master, you can really lie down."

"Not bad for you."

Cheng Siqi knelt on the edge of the coffin, raised his head and kissed Insatiable, buried his head in his collar and took a deep breath, and muffled, "It's better as it is, I think we're all alive."

After speaking, he was finally willing to look up at Xie Zhou who was nailed to the city gate.

"apprentice."

Cheng Siqi turned out of the coffin, bent down to pick up a rusty and broken sword in the coffin, and said: "I have taught you how to practice sword for ten years, and I have always dictated it, never really taught you a sword. I thought you were talented and able to comprehend, but I didn't think you were a complete idiot."

He turned around with his sword in hand, "Forget it, I will teach you as a master today, what is a real swordsmanship."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Yan's mind moved, and this piece of world that seemed to be sealed off instantly came to life.

Xie Zhou fell from the city gate and got up while spitting blood, his eyes were full of bewilderment and astonishment.

The woman in red screamed and wanted to escape, but before she could move, an invisible sharp edge landed on her forehead.

"Why do fellow Taoists use the body of transforming gods to bully the small with the big?"

As the sword light was about to fall, there was a sudden rumbling sound from the west of the sky. Accompanied by the voice of an old woman, a blood-red lantern appeared, dripping blood continuously.

Cheng Siqi ignored her.

Stepping forward, he turned his head to look at Xie Zhou, who was covered in blood beside him, and said, "Look at it, apprentice, this is the first sword of the master's Jiqing Kendo."

He raised his hand and swung his sword towards the western sky.

"Fellow Daoist, don't deceive people too much! Could it be that your spirit world wants to provoke a war between the two worlds in advance?"

The blood-red lantern sneered viciously, and suddenly ignited a scarlet flame, which distorted the surrounding clouds and void, and was about to resist this seemingly ordinary sword.

"This is the sword of a child."

Cheng Siqi said softly, "As a young teacher, I chose the way of extreme emotion swordsmanship in Wanjian Tomb, with a pure and innocent heart, which coincides with the simplicity of the Dao, so I was able to get a glimpse of the beginning of this Dao."

Following Cheng Siqi's words, the sword fell.

No tricks or moves were needed, it was such a simple sword that directly cut off the cluster of flames and pierced the blood-red lantern.

A white shadow flew out of the lantern trying to escape, but was swept away by the sword's edge and turned into ashes.

"Extreme Passion Sword..."

The white shadow let out a final scream, filled with unbelievable horror, "You are Cheng...Cheng..."

Xie Zhou looked at the sword light that disappeared at the end of the sky, his expression shocked.

"This way is the way home."

The sky above Yanbei City saw the sun, and the depression was swept away, but Cheng Siqi didn't go into the city, but walked directly in one direction.Wuyan smiled and gently shook Cheng Siqi's hand.

Xie Zhou didn't know why, but naturally he wanted to follow closely.

The sword just now was something he had never seen in his life.

Simple, unadorned, but tearing apart the rules, it seems to be as blazing and simple as fire.

Xie Zhou didn't know what path Cheng Siqi chose, it seemed that after only a few steps down, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, and it was extremely strange.

Sometimes there are cliffs and deep streams, sometimes there are mountains and rivers, and sometimes there are wilderness and starry sky.

After walking for a while, a purple rainbow bridge appeared ahead.

"The remnant of the Xuanjian Sect, Cheng Siqi."

A cold voice came from that Hongqiao, "I never thought that you were just a little out of body at the beginning, but now you survived the calamity and became a god of transformation. But even so, you can't tolerate your arrogance!"

Cheng Siqi glanced at Hongqiao, then turned to Xie Zhou and said, "Look, this is the second sword."

The white clothes fluttered, and he slashed horizontally with a sword.

Motivating the sky and the earth as the ridge, the sun and the moon as the front, the sharpness is unrivaled, and it goes straight to the Hongqiao across.

"This is the youth's sword."

Cheng Siqi said, "You are a young man with wild ambitions. I have practiced for many years, and I have never been frustrated. I am invincible in battle. I have entered the [-] mountains to kill demons, and I have also experienced in the abyss of hell. I have cultivated a sword that is unparalleled and imposing. , the sharpest."

"Cheng Siqi, you dare to fight with me, Ziyimeng!"

Hongqiao trembled, and the voice suddenly became panicked. It seemed that some formation had been activated, which made Hongqiao's purple light suddenly dim and blurred, and a protective formation was erected.

But it was only for a moment.

The moment the protective array was almost propped up, it shattered like a bubble.

This incomparably sharp and imposing sword fell, directly cutting off the Hongqiao in the middle.Countless purple-clothed monks fell from above like ants, fleeing in terror.

Cheng Siqi didn't chase after him anymore, but his eyebrows turned cold, and he shouted: "Tell the other sects, it's time to spit out all those who ate my Xuanjian sect."

"Today I'm going back to Xuanjianzong, those who block the way, how many come...how many kills!"

The killing intent soared into the sky, causing the situation to change color.

The countless prying eyes in the surrounding void were startled, and most of them quietly evacuated after thinking about it.

Xie Zhou looked at the broken Hongqiao on the other side, and something flashed in his mind.

The three continued to move forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a headless old man with a cane appeared on the side of the road.

The old man was sitting on a boulder, blood was dripping from his broken neck, the blood pooled downwards, and all flowed into the broken bowl he held in his hand.He shook the broken bowl, and an old hoarse voice came from his stomach.

"Congratulations to the sword master and the Buddha master for their return from calamity, and their cultivation has reached a higher level."

The voice said with a sneer, "Since the spirit world is not benevolent, why should the two of you give lectures to them? Why don't you join my robbery world, and we will treat you as the spirit master and be loyal to both of you."

"Lin Kongyu asked you to come?"

Cheng Siqi had already learned from Wuyan that Lin Kongyu was the real spirit master along the way. Seeing the old man's answer, he smiled again and swung his sword again, "Then you go back and tell Lin Kongyu, don't let me go. If you don’t do anything all day, you will know how to be whimsical.”

With the sword light up, the old man immediately shook the broken bowl in his hand, pouring out a bloody river.

"Apprentice, this is the sword of enlightenment for a teacher."

Cheng Siqi Mulu recalled, "Extreme love swordsmanship is difficult to obtain golden pills, and countless geniuses have been trapped to death in ancient times. In order to form alchemy, my teacher chose to enter the mortal world and reincarnate. But I didn't want to, the Tianji sect who was in charge of calculating my reincarnation horoscope at that time had already Betrayal made me a demon, and I suffered a lot."

"I wanted to be born with love and then cut with love, so as to achieve this way of swordsmanship."

He looked at Wuyan, his eyes were as bright as stars, "But at that time, your master came to the mortal world and saved me again and again. Even though he may be just for the mission, I am still in deep trouble. Its love."

"I bit his throat, and he crushed my golden core. When it was my turn to become enlightened, I chose the most insecure way and put my own way on him. I can't cut this feeling, I can't break it." If you don’t open it, you will be crazy about it, and you will become insane because of it.”

"That's why it's called extreme affection, the ultimate affection and the most sexual."

The voice fell, and the road ahead suddenly turned into a cliff.

But it turned out that this sword directly cut off the land, turned the high mountains into deep valleys, and reshaped the rules of this side.

"He's actually... so strong."

In the distant abyss of Hell, Lin Kongyu sat on an ancient altar, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked in the direction of Wuyan and Cheng Siqi through a sky of burning fire, "Qi Mu, this is your stubbornness." Is it your reliance?"

He was dazed for a while, then closed his eyes dryly, and sighed softly: "But, I also have something to say."

This sword also fell into the eyes of many people.

So when the Wuyan and the others finally reached the former Xuanjianzong's mountain gate, the sects that had invaded the place for decades had already escaped completely, only some rebuilt houses and pavilions were still standing in place, empty , silently.

Standing in front of the mountain gate with his sword in his arms, Cheng Siqi stared at the deep pit filled as a lake in the distance for a moment, then stretched out his lazy bones and lay down on Wuyan's back.

"I'm so tired."

He murmured, like some small animals fleeing the noise, he burrowed hard into Insatiable's back collar, bit his mouth contentedly, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Xie Zhou was still in the shock of the three swords, but he didn't want to turn his head to see such a toothache scene. He immediately moved his hands to his cheeks, swallowed the elixir given by Wuzhi, and squatted aside to heal his wounds up.

I used to be disrespectful when I was old, but now I look younger and even more shameless.

Seeing that Master Cheng was tired of pretending to be tired, he took the person over and hugged him with one hand, glanced at the rolling sea of ​​clouds, raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Fall into the dust net and go away for 70 years. Everyone, haven't seen you for a long time."

As he said, he waved his hand to make a sword from the mountains, and gathered the mountains to form the wind. In just a few moments, he reshaped half of the Xuanjian sect in his memory.

Just in this turbulent cloud and rain, Wu Yan took a light step forward, and there was a crisp cracking sound.

Although light, it shook the world.

"He... has broken through Mahayana!"

Countless shocking sounds resounded in those distant sects.

At the same time, an insatiable voice spread thousands of miles away in all directions: "A hundred days later, the Xuanjian Sect of the Spirit World will re-establish the mountain gate. All fellow Taoists, please come and watch the ceremony."

He paused, and then added with full killing intent and a smile, "It's fine if you don't come, but you must remember to give a congratulatory gift."

"Who made Siqi's nest, my family, be poor by you?"