The demon monk's eyes were slightly condensed, with a bright Buddha light and a vast demonic intent, but there was a hint of shock on his face.
"Sir...Master, wait...wait a moment!!"
"Huh? Didn't the master say that there is no difference between life and death?"
Ling Xiao's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air, a smile clearly flashing in his eyes.
"The poor monk has an unfulfilled wish."
The demon monk stood up, a flash of pain seemed to flash in his eyes.
"Haha, what is your wish? Could it be the master's obsession to become a demon?"
Ling Xiao nodded and smiled, he had long seen that this demon monk had a Taoist belief in his heart.
If this attachment is not eliminated, it will be difficult for him to enter reincarnation.
"How about becoming a demon, what about becoming a Buddha? The person in my heart is dead, I should have let her go, but I...can't let go of the hatred in my heart!"
The demonic monk began to feel awe-inspiring demonic energy all over his body, and that golden eye gradually turned into blood color.
All around him, boundless demonic energy swept away, and even the bone rosary on his chest shone with a strange blood light.
The person in your heart is dead?
No wonder.
From a Buddha to a demon, one must have experienced great suffering and great enlightenment.
It's just that Ling Xiao didn't expect that a dignified monk would turn into a demon due to his emotions.
"I wonder where the hatred in Master's heart lies?"
"It's not in this world anyway."
The demon monk sighed and took a deep look at Miyong and Duoying.
He was originally a human body with supreme Buddha nature, and he should have become a Buddhist leader.
Unexpectedly, under that lantern, a bad fate was formed by mistake.
She is a hibiscus practicing in the mountains and fields.
After attaining the Tao and transforming into a human form, he has not been implicated in cause and effect, and has not developed evil obstacles, but he cannot escape the name of a monster.
The demon fell in love with the monk, and the monk wanted to save her demon body. But on the day when Hibiscus became a Taoist, Buddhism discovered it, cut off her Taoism, cut off her spiritual roots, and prevented her from entering reincarnation and practicing cause and effect.
On that day, there was demonic energy in Buddhism, and blood was as bright as the sea.
A generation of holy monks became obsessed with love and claimed to be... Wu Sin.
Can…
There is no more her in this temple.
"If you are willing to follow me, I will help you step out of this tower and this world and settle your grudges."
Ling Xiao's face remained calm, but the demon monk finally bowed his head and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.
"The poor monk can overcome the hatred caused by fate. If the donor can lead the poor monk out of this world, the poor monk can fulfill the donor's three wishes."
"Three wishes? Haha, I will help you remove the seal first, and you can practice here on weekdays."
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, and the seals in his hands changed. He saw that the white bone rosary on the chest of the demon monk suddenly bloomed with golden light, which was sacred, strange, and indescribably strange.
"Thank you."
The demon monk just bent towards Ling Xiao with an indifferent expression, as if everything in this world was false in his eyes.
I can’t understand it, and I can’t let it go.
"You two, let's practice as well."
Ling Xiao turned his head and glanced at Mi Yong and Die Ying, and their figures disappeared in a flash.
This demon monk is a bit interesting.
I just don’t know if the person he hates now is still alive, and what state he is in.
As for the three wishes and so on...
If I can save you, I can kill you.
If you have attachments, that is a flaw.
…
Half a month passes in the blink of an eye.
Only this half month has been the most chaotic period in the Eastern Territory of the Holy State in the past century.
Countless ancient sects are involved in disputes for no reason, and every day, monks die on the land of Eastern Border.
Dark clouds enveloped the sky, and the earth, which had been at ease for hundreds of years, finally ushered in a mountain rain.
Somewhere, in an unknown space.
A graceful figure stands in the sky, wearing a red and black imperial robe and hunting in the wind.
At his feet were countless soldiers wearing golden armor, numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
And at the end of the line of sight, a ten thousand-foot city wall rises from the ground and goes straight into the sky.
"Emperor, Yunxiao City has arrived."
Beside him, a tall and tall middle-aged man wearing black armor stood respectfully, his eyes were as bright as the scorching sun, and his aura was indescribably terrifying.
"kill."
The red-robed empress nodded slightly, her face covered with a golden mask, and her clear eyes exposed under the mask were like a clear spring, touching the soul.
"yes!!"
The black-armored warrior bowed respectfully, turned around and left.
At this moment, the empress' eyes suddenly trembled and she almost lost her balance.
"vomit."
"Emperor!!!"
The originally vigorous Iron-Blooded Warriors suddenly stopped and looked at the emperor's figure in the air with a panicked look, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"You lead them to continue to attack the city. Within three days, I will see the head of the Lord Yunxiao."
The red-robed empress took a deep breath, and her beautiful figure disappeared instantly.
It wasn't until her figure appeared in a magnificent ancient mountain palace that a hint of surprise flashed through her bright, frost-like eyes.
what happened?
Given her level, how could she suddenly feel dizzy and palpitated?
She had never experienced this feeling before.
Could it be...that someone had poisoned me?
But what poison is there in this world that can hurt her at all?
There are still a hundred years left to conquer thousands of sects. If they lose again this time, the Eternal Immortal Dynasty will completely come to an end.
Maybe I have been a little tired recently and slept a lot.
"Hey... I hope you can cut off the calamity of love in this life and help me step into that realm."
Ten Thousand Ways Temple, above the square.
Countless disciples looked solemnly, looking at the three figures standing in front of the hall, with awe in their eyes.
In three days, there will be the biggest event in Eastern Xinjiang, the Ten Thousand Sects Martial Arts Competition.
When the monsters from Eastern Xinjiang gather together, everyone has their own guesses about who will reach the top in the end.
But if you ask the disciples of the Wandao Demon Sect, there is only one answer, Ling Xiao!
Invincible immortal posture, the Tao is close to you.
This young master of the Demon Sect has already crushed a whole generation.
Except for Ling Xiao, the palace goddess Nian Qingyun, the saint son of Yuanyue Xia Chen, the young master of the Ancient Puppet Sect Qiu Yi, the descendant of the Zhou family of the ancient clan Zhou Yang, the saint of Tianxu God Sect Hua Yun and several other supreme evildoers.
, it is said that he is also of supreme immortal appearance and has unparalleled combat power.
The geniuses gathered together, and a grand event kicked off.
Of course, the ancient clans of the Holy Land account for 70% of the geniuses in this world.
There are also three levels of people with good luck. Although they come from small sects and small clans, their abilities cannot be underestimated.
In every Ten Thousand Sects Competition, there will always be a few dark horses.
For example, Lin Xi, if Ling Xiao hadn't come to provoke him on the day of his engagement, how many people in the entire Eastern Xinjiang would have known that there was a young man who was so good at playing with fire in this world?
"In this martial arts competition, the three of you are going on behalf of our Wandao Demon Sect. I hope you... will not insult the reputation of our Demon Sect."
The Wandao Demon Lord glanced at Ling Xiao and the others calmly, with no emotion at all in his demon eyes.
He believed that with his towering appearance, no one in the younger generation could rival him.
He only hopes that this little ancestor can kill two less young masters of the Holy Sect and heirs of the ancient clan when he goes there this time, so that he will be satisfied.
"Yes! Sect Master! In this martial arts competition, I will become the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Sect and establish a century-old reputation!"
Ling Xiao smiled brightly, and cheers suddenly erupted from the entire Ten Thousand Dao Sacred Mountains.
"Young Master is invincible!!"
"Young Master Tianwei!!"
Nine dragons pulled the chariot and flew away from the sky.
At the same time, in the land of Eastern Frontier, countless figures with powerful auras walked out of Yunshan, Dachuan, and the Holy Clan, and walked towards the sacred mountain of enlightenment in the center of Eastern Frontier.
There is the Taixuan Dao Sect, the oldest sect in the entire Eastern Border.