Meeting an old friend in a foreign country is one of the four great joys in life, provided that the old friend is not an enemy and you are not in despair.
Wu Lai is very depressed now.
The experience in the Demon Suppressing Cave has completely destroyed Wu Lai's skills. He is able to stand here now only because he is born with a Buddha body and his physique is far stronger than others.
As for the relationship between Shen Yi's current vest and Wu Lai, it's really hard to describe.
In other words, Wu Lai's relationship with most people is difficult to explain, especially the devil and Buddha are still on hostile positions.
Such a situation, such old knowledge, plus Shen Yi's "friendly" greetings...
Although Wu Lai didn't understand what "pull" meant, it didn't prevent him from understanding the meaning of ridicule.
"Mozi Bai Xiaolou!" Wu Lai responded to Shen Yi's greeting with gritted teeth.
At this moment, he doesn't have the majestic appearance he had in the past. Because of living behind bars in the Demon Cave, he has become slovenly and desolate. Because he is corroded by the devil day and night, he has become weak and ferocious. If he looked like this, he would be different. Others may not be able to recognize this Buddhist disciple at the first moment.
"Please call me Lord Demon."
Shen Yi corrected him: "Now that I have ascended to the Xuantai, competing with the masters of the Taoist and Demonic parties, and gambling with the great master, I am already an existence beyond your reach. Wu Lai, there is already a line between you and me called The sad barrier of ‘realm’.”
He shook his head and sighed, as if lamenting the backwardness of his former competitors, and also seeming to ridicule Wu Lai's downfall. That expression, that demeanor, not to mention Wu Lai's today, even the Buddhists in the past could not withstand such humiliation. Ridiculous.
Whether now or in the past, Wu Lai's mood has never been good.
As expected, Wu Lai's face looked even more terrifying. The distortion of his face was almost as beautiful as a facial expression. Tiny black spots appeared in his eyes again, and countless black particles swam like insects, converging towards the center of the pupils.
‘Does some kind of change occur when you are emotionally excited? It’s interesting, now I also want to know what is under the Demon Suppressing Cave.’
When Shen Yi saw this, he thought to himself.
He had been Voldemort nearby for a long time, and he did not miss a single word between Wu Lai and Fakong. He could clearly see Wu Lai's changes, so he was naturally curious about what was under the Demon Suppression Cave.
What is it, that eighty-eight masters from Zen, Esoteric, and Consciousness-only Sects can sit in the Demon Cave and not show up even if the Spirit Dragon Iron Temple encounters a catastrophe.
Thinking of this, Shen Yi paid more attention to Senior Brother Wu Lai, whom he had not reunited with for a long time. The invisible power of his thoughts spread in all directions.
However, at this moment, the faintly forming inverse swastika mark disintegrated again, and the black particles quickly disappeared into the cyan pupils, disappearing in an instant.
'Can it detect my observation...or my threat?'
Shen Yi's interest became more and more intense.
Even the Blood Buddha Dharmakong didn't notice him. This thing that wasn't even a human was actually aware of him. Moreover, it sought good luck and avoided misfortune and hid it immediately.
This thing is not even a human being, but its perception is sharper than that of a great master.
Blood Buddha Fakong, who was sitting next to him, also noticed something unusual at this time. It seemed that this junior who suddenly appeared had some secrets hidden in him that even he could not see through.
Shen Yi was curious about what was on Wu Lai's body, so how could Fakong not be curious about Shen Yi's abnormality?
Being able to get close without alerting the Grand Master's spiritual sense, and allowing that existence to disappear twice, Fakong felt that there must be something fishy about this person.
"snort!"
The monk suddenly snorted, and the surrounding space suddenly stagnated. A kind of scarlet began to appear in the sky and the earth. The dark clouds turned into blood clouds, and the turbid waves were like bloody water. Endless blood and red filled the sky and the earth, and even the air he breathed seemed to be the color of blood. .
It was as hot as burning fire, as sharp as a steel knife, the air was filled with inflammation and murderous aura, and the invisible force turned into real pressure.
As a great master of the generation, Fakong has always been disdainful of talking to juniors with low levels of strength.
If an abnormality is found, Shen Yi will be taken down and his soul will be searched and his body will be examined.
But Shen Yi is not someone to be trifled with.
A pair of transparent cicada wings suddenly unfolded behind him, with the Yin and Yang Qi lingering on them. The true essence belonging to the immortal cicada merged with Shen Yi, condensing a deep sword light in his hand.
As soon as Shen Yi raised his sword, there was a crackling sound around him, and the bloody world immediately shattered.
"Vacuum Yin and Yang Dao?" Fakong was finally moved, "It was you who killed the immortal Taoist? But this shouldn't be the case."
Even if you kill the immortal Taoist, you should not know the Yin and Yang Dao of vacuum, and what is this cicada wing about?
Fakong, who couldn't figure it out, chose the most direct verification. He suddenly stood up and came with overwhelming momentum.
"Amitabha!"
The mighty force suppressed the sounds of heavy rain and floods, distant and clear chants came from the air, and a bloody Buddha appeared above the water, between heaven and earth.
There is no mercy of the Buddha, only the coldness of killing. The Buddha is entrenched on the water, suppressing the flood tide, with scarlet flames burning behind him, forming a huge ring of fire.
"boom!"
The bloody Buddha's light burst out, and the bloody Buddha stretched out his huge palm and grabbed it hard. The sticky blood filled the sky and the earth, and the dark clouds and turbid waves seemed to be flowing and burning.
The whole world seemed to have become Shen Yi's enemy.
This is similar to the field of Tianyuan martial arts, which suppresses the enemy, and the blood palm contains firelight and shoots into the sky with the force of destruction.
But, it’s too slow!
The blood-colored Buddha light pressed down, crushing Shen Yi's figure into pieces, and the person who should have been on the water had already disappeared.
And in less than a tenth of the time it took to snap a finger, a hand appeared out of thin air on the bow of the boat, as if it came from the void and grabbed Wu Lai's shoulder.
It's Shen Yi!
Instead of retreating, he advanced. Under the pressure of the great master, he boarded the boat and captured Wu Lai.
"How brave!"
Fakong Lei was furious. He never expected that Shen Yi would be so fast, let alone that Shen Yi would be so bold.
At that moment, the Blood Buddha drew his sword, and the curse words on the Chantijie sword were dyed scarlet. When the light of the sword suddenly rose, the blue sword energy turned into blood and gushed out like a river of blood.
However--
Shen Yi grabbed Wu Lai's shoulder and pulled decisively, using his body as a shield to block all access.
He himself can accelerate to the limit and move at high speed, but Wu Lai cannot. Once Shen Yi grabs Wu Lai and moves, not to mention friction, strong wind and other external factors, the inertia alone is enough to make Wu Lai die secretly. .
So Shen Yi chose the trick he was best at.
"Jie Jie Jie," he laughed strangely and said, "Master, you don't want anything to happen to you, do you?"
As he spoke, he adjusted Wu Lai's position. Every time Fakong made a move, trying to let the sword light bypass Wu Lai, Shen Yi blocked the trajectory in advance.
In fact, even if the surrounding Buddha's light crowded in, Shen Yi could make Wu Lai die first.