After Mohe Shuci regained her strength, her eyes were obscured and unfathomable. She raised her head and glanced at the sky, holding her chin and thinking:
"It will take some time to find the entrance to the Dark Continent. These monks from hundreds of immortal sects are as annoying as flies. Do you want me to help you get rid of this group of insects that don't know whether to live or die?"
Balian stood on the rock in the wind, his eyebrows and soul flashing. He turned his body into a small world, and the majestic spiritual power emanated from his divine palace like rain and mist.
He is using his mental power to capture and search for the boundary leading to the Dark Continent.
Listening to Shu Ci's speech that concealed murderous intent when he couldn't wait any longer, Balian opened his eyes and glanced at her, and said helplessly:
"Why should you take the initiative to cause trouble and kill and rob others to immolate the consequences of your karma? I won't offend others unless they offend me. If you really encounter someone who won't stop fighting, it won't be too late to take action."
Shu Ci was born as a monster, practiced Taoism and became a demon. He killed people and massacred cities all based on his will, and his bones were already dark.
How can a demon who has gone through countless wars, large and small, care whether he will be infected with the consequences of his karma and kill innocent people indiscriminately.
There was once a Buddhist saint whose mission was to save the common people, and he tried to save a great demon like Shu Ci with his wise heart and eyes.
Now Shu Ci, the Buddhist saint's ashes, don't even remember where they were scattered in the sea.
Shu Ci has a devilish body and evil heart. Anyone in the devil world dares to oppose her, question her decision, or even come to teach her how to do things regardless of life or death.
Before I could even finish my sentence, I was afraid that I might get a pair of piercings in my heart.
But at this moment, she was wearing a large black cloak and squatting on a rock not far away. Her eyes were numb and indifferent, and the two fox ears standing on her head were shaking impatiently, as if they were mocking silently.
Because of Balian's timidity.
But after all, she put away the hidden murderous intention in her body. Apart from rolling a lump of snow dumplings on the ground with her white and petite bare feet and kicking them back and forth to relieve her boredom, she also stayed at Baili honestly.
Be around.
She didn't go anywhere.
Not long after, Balian took back his spiritual consciousness and breathed a sigh of relief.
Shu Ci raised his head and asked: "Found it?"
"Well, I found it."
Shu Ci exclaimed, "It went much smoother than expected."
"Yes, it went much smoother than expected."
It went so smoothly that Balian felt that all this might not end so easily.
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Above the northwest sea, the Silver Gate is still dilapidated and heavy, half-tilted into the deep sea.
The golden body of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has been removed and turned into a huge golden lotus platform hanging between heaven and earth.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan stands on the lotus platform like a statue of a god. The immortal is prostrate like a cloud. The pure air from the upper world pours from the sky into the sea of the world, like a rain of overwhelming spiritual flow, nourishing and repairing the severely damaged statue.
of silver doors.
Looking at the situation, the Heavenly Vein Spiritual Energy of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces in the Shangqing Immortal Realm may have to be exhausted in order to repair the Silver Gate. In less than a hundred and eighty years, it will be difficult for the Thirty-Six Heavenly Palaces to return to the state of their heyday.
Outside Shifang City, the human monks who had not yet left were uneasy. With the naked eye, the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, despite his majestic appearance, still had the majestic appearance of a towering thousand-year-old mountain. He could not see his emotions or anger clearly.
However, such a big event happened in the human world, and the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, who had not appeared in the world of saints for thousands of years, had no choice but to come to the human world in the form of an immortal for such a long time.
He fell into the world in the body of a saint, and the turbulent world of mortals cannot bear his majestic body. If he relaxes even a little bit, the wheel of order in the six paths will be greatly disrupted.
Even though they are separated by the mountains and seas of Qiong Yao, the monks can clearly know that these immortals in the sky are currently facing the extremely terrifying laws of heaven and earth, and are under great pressure to stay in the human world and repair the Silver Gate.
However, there has been no news that the corpse demon has been executed.
People began to have doubts in their hearts.
There are four White Immortals in the sky, and even one Jinxian Queliu whose strength is higher than Fengxu. After such a long time, they still haven't succeeded?
The corpse demon royal family made such a big fuss in the human world, and destroyed the Silver Gate, one of the nine taboo gates, so completely that the immortals and gods in the sky were alarmed in the lower realms.
After making such a commotion, if he could still return to the Dark Continent intact, it would be a great shame and humiliation for the fairy world.
Just when everyone was looking at the brilliant and wonderful scene of the immortals in the sky from a distance, the stars and the moon set again, and the east became bright.
Finally, some of the five immortals sent out by Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan returned to the northwest sea.
There are only two returnees.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan lowered his eyes with golden light and watched Bai Xianshou, who had come from the north covered with dust and dust, kneeling in front of him with his clothes stained with blood.
In front of all mortal beings, he could only maintain the calm demeanor of an immortal: "Worship the immortal."
But even so, his appearance covered in blood and the twitching figure he brought with him were enough to shock and horrify everyone in the city.
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan just glanced at Bai Xian Shou Feng and looked away, looking at Bai Xian Shou Feng who was imprisoned and locked beside him with the Immortal Cloud Spiritual Light, with a look of infatuation and madness on his face.
At this moment, Tan Yuansi's appearance was really scary. It was clear that the Holy Power was in front of him, but he seemed to have no feeling at all, and he had no respect at all.
He was locked in the clouds, sometimes laughing maniacally, sometimes roaring in pain, and his body was as skinny as a lanky evil ghost. He kept frantically clawing at the cloud barrier that locked him.
The tips of the skinny fingers were a bloody mess, but they were not injured by Bai Xian Shou Feng's sealing barrier, but were actually corroded by the bloody paste that he had chewed with his own teeth.
"Bone Demon Butterfly?"
The four words "faint" made all the immortals' expressions change with horror, and they couldn't help but look at Tan Yuansi with pity and sympathy.
But the majestic voice of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was still calm, and he flicked out a clear light with his fingers.
It sank into Tan Yuansi's heart.
The clear light seemed to be ethereal and holy, and the immortals thought it was a means of saving people. The next moment, they heard an extremely miserable roar burst out from Tan Yuansi's mouth.
The black flowers blooming in full bloom on his chest were shattered by the clear light. The clear light passed through his chest, bringing out a handful of miserable blood that splashed on the inner wall of the clouds.
The severe pain of torture, like a knife twisting, allowed Tan Yuansi to finally grasp a trace of clarity brought by the extreme pain from the blissful and chaotic indulgence.
Under his dizzy eyes, he gradually realized that he was in the northwest sea at the moment, surrounded by his colleagues in the immortal world, who were looking at him with extremely strange and complicated eyes.
Under the majestic gaze of the Lotus Terrace Immortal, Tan Yuansi felt cold all over his body, wishing he had not woken up at this moment.
He crept down, his two bloody hands were stacked under him, his head hit the back of his hand, and he said in a trembling voice: "The guilty minister Tan Yuansi is contaminated with butterfly poison and has failed the divine grace. He is truly unworthy of meeting the Immortal Lord."
Holy Face.”
Although the clear light that penetrated his heart temporarily suppressed the raging demonic nature in his body and allowed Tan Yuansi to regain consciousness for a short period of time, this awakening was based on the terrible pain that tore his heart veins.
There is no cure for the poison of the Bone Demon Butterfly. The only way to eradicate the strong addiction caused by this poison is to rely on one's own willpower, resist the temptation to take this poison, and spend three years to eliminate love and desire.
But from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to quit the poison after being truly infected with the poison of the Guye Demon Butterfly. Not to mention three years without being infected, it is three years, three hours, and even three sticks of incense cannot help it.
This poison is bewitching.
Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan could not save him.
Every second of his life at this moment was undoubtedly suffering.
Tan Yuansi could even be said to have been forced to the point of being rude. Before the Immortal Lord Zhuzhan Qiyan could speak, he couldn't wait to plead: "Please the Immortal Lord to be kind and grant me death! Grant me liberation!"
The hearts of all the immortals were complicated for a moment.
Who would have thought that the elegant and proud White Immortal Tan Yuansi, who was born as a spiritual body, would torture this Bone Demon Butterfly until he lost all dignity?
As an immortal, under the emperor's throne, how can you talk about life and death lightly?
What does he think of the Immortal Lord? If you ask like this, are you comparing the Immortal Lord with the cruel and murderous Demon Lord?
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's eyes glowing with golden light were still calm, neither sad nor happy, and he said quietly: "Who did it?"
Tan Yuansi gritted his teeth and said: "Sihe, Ning Feiyan, she trapped me in the realm gate, isolating the spiritual power of the two realms, but I didn't check, and fell into the devil's trick, so my mistake caused eternal hatred!"
Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan nodded and said: "In this case, it is not your fault that you took the magic poison on your own initiative. I will not kill innocent immortal ministers.
The poison of the Guye Demon Butterfly is certainly terrifying, but if you have your heart set on the path of immortality and stick to the path, you can save yourself.
Tan Qing's family comes from Kunlun, and Kunlun Pure Ruins happens to be a world beyond the world, so Tan Qing went to the Kunlun Glacier and lay down, secluded himself for three years and gave up all his desires, in order to have a chance of getting rid of this bitterness."
"No...no...no no...I don't want to live, please ask the immortal! Please give me a happy life?! I don't want to go to Kunlun!"
Tan Yuansi knew that there was no way he could surrender to the heart-gnawing heart of such a ghost. No one could save him. He just wanted to die now.
Even though returning to Kunlun could effectively help him self-defeat his Taoist mind and reduce the demonic nature in his body, he was already deeply poisoned and was destined to live in utter embarrassment like a dog for the next few decades!
He is no longer the romantic peach blossom fairy. He has not yet achieved the level of fame and admiration in the six realms. His obsession with returning to Kunlun must not be so unbearable!
He doesn’t want to see the female official Qing Shui!
It was enough for the immortals to see him turn into clay. That woman... only that woman!
He will never accept it!
But whether he accepts it or not, he can't change Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan's decision.
"Such a disaster should be overcome by yourself."
Repairing the Silver Gate should be the top priority, and the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan obviously didn't have much thought to care about the White Immortal.
After being given a wisp of Qingmeng Qi, he created an immortal seal.
Tan Yuansi was sent to the realm of the outer world amidst a burst of crying and collapse.
In the city, Chen Xiaolan, who saw this scene clearly, couldn't help but frowned and whispered:
"Don't they say that immortals are always compassionate? But why do I feel that this Holy Lord of Heaven and Earth is so cruel and cold?
That Peach Blossom Fairy clearly suffers more in life than in death, so why should he be sent to Kunlun to live in a life where death is worse than life when he can just give him a happy thing?"
Meng Zifei was frightened when he heard these words. He made a serious gesture to silence himself and said:
"Your Excellency, please don't talk nonsense. Xiaolan, do you know that you are blaspheming the gods?
Furthermore, the Immortal Lord has his own reasons for his actions. The Immortal Realm is no better than the Demonic Realm. Although the Peach Blossom Immortal is not of a high rank in the Immortal Realm, he is no more than a White Immortal.
But after all, he is innocent of any blame. He, the immortal, is compassionate and merciful, so how could he kill him because he was forced to fall?"
Chen Xiaolan was not convinced: "But at this moment, I feel that the way things are done in the devil world is cleaner and neater, so what's wrong with giving people a good time?
To torture the body and mind like this and live worse than a dog, in the final analysis, it is still the people in the fairy world who adhere to the rules of benevolence, righteousness and morality, under the guise of being a good person.
In fact, he is just protecting his reputation for being righteous and noble. Although people in the devil world are bad, they give people a bad image from the beginning, and they are so bad!"
This statement of praising the devil and trampling on the immortal is truly treasonous.
Although Meng Zifei was a casual cultivator, he also practiced orthodox immortal Taoism. As a master, after hearing his disciple say such words, he was enough to angrily expel the master and abandon his cultivation.
But Meng Zifei was just slightly startled, and there seemed to be a blank look in his eyes, as if he was very surprised that Chen Xiaolan had such an opinion.
After a long time, his throat rolled slightly, as if he had swallowed something heavy, but there was a relaxed smile on his face, and the deep light in his eyes disappeared.
Meng Zifei couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the girl's soft head, and joked:
"Looking at what you said, you don't sound like a cultivator of immortals, but more like a piece of material for cultivating demons.
To put it this way, being a teacher has delayed you? Demonic cultivation does not require spiritual roots. If you cultivate demons, I am afraid you will achieve great things."
Chen Xiaolan raised her eyelids, as if she had completely forgotten Meng Zifei's terrifying appearance on that snowy night.
Perhaps it was because the master was now as gentle as jade as before. She smiled proudly, stretched out a finger and pointed it in front of Meng Zifei's heart, and actually had the intention to joke:
"Then the master must treat the disciple with all his heart and soul. If the master treats the disciple badly, then the disciple may encounter a good opportunity in the future and become a disciple of a big devil.
When I become a powerful female devil, I will bully Master when I come back."
How can any girl from the Qingbai family be willing to take the initiative to practice magic?
But even though he knew what she said was a joke, the smile on Meng Zifei's face faltered slightly.
He looked down at her, his smiling eyes slowly disappeared, and there seemed to be a heavy fog burning in his dark eyes.
Chen Xiaolan's face froze.
Seeing Meng Zifei's expression, she couldn't help but think of that sinister, melancholy and unpredictable young man on the snowy night.
Chen Xiaolan was a little scared and panicked, and whispered: "Master, did I say something wrong?"
Meng Zifei's eyelids slowly drooped, and he said in a deep tone: "When the day comes, you will not want to cultivate demons, and as your teacher... I will never let you embark on this path."
Chen Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Master, what are you thinking about? I was joking just now.
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