"Those who know me, and those who sin against me, are the only ones who have the ears of time!" It seems that the first-generation great priest was still worried about what he had done, but his mind was beyond the reach of others.
"But there are still words left here." Ye Hongyu trembled slightly, even shocked, because there were words on the wordless tablet, and the sharpness coming from the pavement made a peerless genius like her just take a look and vomit.
His mouth was bleeding and his mind was traumatized.
"Academy Ke Haoran's Demon-Destroying Sect is here!"
The sharp edge and wantonness were the same as Yang Wuyue's previous display of Haoran Qi, but with an extra edge that defied the heavens. After just a brief glance, everyone looked away, and the sword intent pierced their hearts.
I'm afraid I'll be hurt by this if I keep reading.
"Who is Ke Haoran?" Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. The word academy was very familiar. There were two people from the academy in front of him, but the name Ke Haoran had no trace at all, as if it had never appeared in this world.
"It's my little uncle! But why does he want to destroy the demon?"
Ning Que had known for a long time that his junior uncle must be the best in the world, but he still didn't expect that his junior junior uncle could be so fierce.
"To kill one person, to... kill many people, to seek Tao, and perhaps also to seek death!" Yang Wuyue put away his gaze, and Haoran Sword no longer had any secrets from him.
"Want to die?" Ning Que asked curiously: "Who can kill him? How did the young master's uncle die?"
Ye Hongyu still wanted to have a glimpse of the mystery of Haoran's sword, but she did not dare to look directly at its edge no matter what. When she heard these words, "Ke Haoran drew his sword to the sky and was punished by heaven to death."
"But you have to admit that he is the person closest to Haotian!" Yang Wuyue said resolutely: "It's a pity that there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart. If the person you love dies, how can he live alone? I seek the way and I seek death!
I still don’t think he lost.”
"Is this what you want?" Ye Hongyu finally looked surprised. In fact, she had already guessed this possibility: "You didn't go to the second floor because you wanted to follow in his footsteps?"
"Wrong!" Yang Wuyue said lightly: "I am not Ke Haoran, I am Yang Wuyue!"
As he spoke, he walked up the ancient stone steps, walking step by step towards the supreme and cold throne of darkness. The symbol of Haotian Dao was a sun emblem that released light, and every ray of light was like a sacred flame.
The symbol of the Demon Sect is also a circular emblem that emits light. Unfortunately, darkness always tends to distort people, so it is the symbol of Hydra.
As he walked higher and higher step by step, there was a chirping of cicadas that sounded like a thunder from the sky, like the first light after a thousand years of darkness and silence. It amazed the world and echoed in this mountain, in this wilderness, in this wasteland.
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Thousands of layers of snow were rolled up, and like flowing clouds, they swept away the dust in the Demon Sect's hall, swept away the bones, and stirred up the birth and death of Yin and Yang.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
With every step, a flame rises from the brazier, illuminating this once glorious and sacred palace, like warriors who have been longing for thousands of years, waiting for their king to return to the world.
"Twenty...three years of Zen!" A hoarse voice sounded immediately after that. The mountains of bones had been cleaned up, and everyone discovered that there was still a skeleton-like old monk left.
There was also the young man who was already sitting on the throne. He put the sword in his hand casually, so casually, but he still had the domineering look of being arrogant to the common people.
"Senior Brother Yang..." Mo Shanshan couldn't believe it, but no matter how slow his reaction was, he should know what sitting in that position meant.
"No wonder you can enter the mountain gate unimpeded. It turns out you are a member of the Demon Sect!" Ning Que thought he had discovered some big secret, and everything seemed to make sense.
"Demon Sect!" Mo Shanshan couldn't believe it. The person he admired so much was actually a demon from the Demon Sect who had always been forbidden by the right way.
Yang Wuyue nodded slightly, "I gave up enrolling in the academy because there is only one Ke Haoran in the academy. The Dao Sect disappoints me, and the academy also disappoints me. The Master is still just a grass swaying in the wind, indecisive!"
"Then I have no choice but to choose this somewhat interesting Demon Sect. This place is rotten, dilapidated, and has been lost in the dust of the years. But deep in the rubble, why can't a bud grow?"
Ye Hongyu trembled slightly, but still clenched the sword in his hand.
But I heard the old monk lowering his head and chanting: "There is a cicada in the west. It has been hiding in the mud for twenty-three years. When the snow-capped mountains melt and the flood comes, it wakes up. It bathes in the mud and water, hangs its wings in the cold wind, and flutters through the void.
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"Twenty-three years have passed. The leader of the Demon Sect is back, but you are no longer her. Are you Lin Wu's disciple? What is your name?"
Yang Wuyue looked at the jade ring on her thumb: "I am her junior brother, Yang Wuyue!"
"Junior brother?" The old monk cried and laughed like a ghost. "She still refuses to come back, but it will be the same when you come back. Then do you know who I am?"
"There is a lotus in the west that falls gracefully into the world. It has thirty-two petals of its own. The petals are different, each one is a world!" Yang Wuyue said lightly: "How should I evaluate you? The guardian of the mountain gate of the Buddhist sect, the judgment seat of the Taoist sect, the judgment seat of the demon sect.
High priest, monk, Taoist priest, or big devil?"
"Master Liansheng?" Mo Shanshan finally found this person's information in the vast sea of classics she had read.
"Lotus Throne?" Ye Hongyu couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. Although the Judgment Department was the most powerful place in the Xiling Temple, it had a bad reputation for being in charge of prison matters.
"Ye Hongyu, the head of the Disciple Judgment Department, has seen the throne!"
The only outsider in the Adjudication Department sat in the position of adjudication, and he was extremely admirable. He left countless good names, and even Ye Hongyu was deeply touched by his glory.
The only unmoved fear was that of Ning Que: "This is another long story. If the Demon Sect was destroyed by my little uncle, why would Master Liansheng have been with the withered bones for so many years?"
"Hahaha!" Yang Wuyue said lightly: "Actually, it's not a long story. A great master who has learned three sects should be unparalleled in the world, but he was overwhelmed by one person. Back then, he used the Taotie Demon
Gong took over Ke Haoran's lover Jian Xiaoxiao, blamed the Demon Sect, and used Ke Haoran's hands to destroy the demon. He also led the allied forces of Xiling and the Buddha Sect to hunt cicadas. Unfortunately, in front of a truly strong man, any conspiracy and trickery will appear useless.
So powerless."
"Ke Haoran has destroyed the Demon Sect and still has the ability to destroy them. Use the bluestone as a fence, the sword marks as a grid, and the cage you are most proud of to trap you here, making you unable to survive or die.
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"This is impossible!" Ye Hongyu immediately retorted: "How could Master Liansheng do such a thing? At least, there must be a reason?"
"Many things in the world do not actually require reasons or reasons, because if you think about those reasons and reasons from another angle, they are often delusions. That's how he came that year, and then he did what he did."
Liansheng Thirty-two smiled miserably: "Everything he said is true!"
Ning Que bent his bow at the fastest speed towards the skinny old man. Ye Hongyu's sword and the talisman in Mo Shanshan's palm had all condensed, but Yang Wuyue could not be seen to move.
"No matter what happens, there is a need for a reason. Even death should always have meaning and reason. The only way is to be accepted by the world or not to be accepted by the world." Yang Wuyue said lightly, "Twenty-three years have passed, Ke Haoran
His name disappeared from the world with that war. He died on the road of pursuing the truth. Even if he died, he was still standing. And even if you live to this day, you are still a walking corpse, a gasping old dog.
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"Thirty-two Lotus Born, every piece is filthy! Back then, the Demon Sect was destroyed because of you. Now that the Demon Sect has returned to the world, it should start with you!"