Wang Lin looked at the palpitating white light at the end of the road in front of him. ◇↓◇↓Xiao◇↓ said,
Not only him, but everyone on this road is staring at that glorious place and walking there step by step.
Wang Lin could feel that he and these people seemed to be in different time and space. He could travel unimpeded on this road, while other people on the road seemed to be standing still.
After passing one person after another, Wang Lin came to the two people closest to the white light.
The two men stood side by side and looked completely different in appearance. A young monk with a jade-like face looked solemn, pure and self-evident, full of the true meaning of wisdom and enlightenment.
Even though there was a vertical crack between his eyebrows and the demonic energy was raging, it still did not disturb the compassionate and Zen expression of the monk.
The compassion of Buddhism and the evil power of demons seem to be perfectly integrated in him.
But when Wang Lin saw the monk's appearance, he immediately thought of a light and shadow portrait he had seen before.
The Wubei Divine Monk of Daleiyin Temple recognized that Buddha went to the Dead Sea. After the death of his ten disciples, the most outstanding descendant of Buddhism was known as the Seven Saha Patriarchs, bringing hope for the revival of Buddhism.
However, Wubei, who had high hopes for him, later entered the path of demons and threw himself under the throne of the original demon lord Jiang Shaoyang. He was given the title of Demon Lord Wubei, and later generations were customarily called Demon Buddha Wubei, or Demon Monk Wubei.
In the past, Wubei rebelled against Buddha and became a demon, which was one of the biggest shames and the biggest scandal in the entire history of Daleiyin Temple.
Later, during the decisive battle between good and evil at the end of the Middle Ages, after being defeated by Taixu Guantai Taoist Master at that time, he still fought his way back to the Great Leiyin Temple, fought a bloody battle in the Great Leiyin Temple, and finally fell. When he passed away, there was no one left.
He was arrogant and showed no sign of remorse. His expression was calm and he didn't say a word. He turned into eighty-one black demon relics.
Next to Demon Buddha Wubei, stood a tall woman. Wubei was tall and tall, already much taller than an ordinary person, and this woman was even taller than Wubei.
She has short and semi-long hair. The roots are as strong as iron. On her face, which is still somewhat beautiful, there is a terrifying scar on the left cheek, which goes from the left forehead all the way down, destroying the left eye. It cuts across the cheek and reaches the chin.
The scar was long and wide, leaving her completely disfigured.
And the existence of this scar makes this tall woman look full of iron-blooded killing energy. The blood in the scar flashes, making it ferocious and terrifying.
This woman's demonic power is as powerful as the demon Buddha Wubei beside her. Although she is not as mellow and mysterious as Wubei, she is more aggressive and her viciousness is more intense.
At her level of cultivation, the human body is transformed from the soul. Under normal circumstances, it is not difficult to repair the scars on her face. The only two possibilities are that she was injured by someone, or by herself.
Willingness.
This woman's light and shadow image is also widely circulated, and her reputation is no worse than that of Wubei on the side, because she is the number one killer under the original demon lord Jiang Shaoyang. The killing demon, Kang Zhuo.
The original gold ship, the treasure of the original demon sect, is controlled by Kang Zhuo most of the time. The name of the God of Killing goes up to the blue sky and goes down to the underworld.
Her battle with Zhang Mu, the then leader of the Shushan Sword Sect, was famous throughout the ages.
During his lifetime, his hands were full of blood, fighting monsters and humans, and fighting for the primitive demon sect. He defeated and beheaded countless strong men, until he finally fell into the hands of Youhuang Tianhai in the war between the two realms.
The Sorrowless Demon Lord and the Killing Demon Lord were the two strongest masters of the Demon Sect under Jiang Shaoyang, the former leader of the original Demon Cult.
They were also the closest to the end of the road at this moment. Wang Lin looked back and knew that this was the uniqueness of the original demon sect's magic method. It concretely demonstrated the level that the strong demon sect had achieved on this road in the past. It was not
The magic power of Kang Zhuo and others left traces.
The various demons before were in the same situation, and the source of creating the scene in front of them was in the white light at the end of the road.
If Wang Lin himself is completely addicted to the path of magic, then his figure will also be projected on this path, and his position will be determined by his level of attainment in the magic arts.
But now, he keeps a little bit of clarity in his heart, and has never truly transformed into a demon. He relies on his Taoist Heavenly Sect's Tiande Jing as the foundation, so he can move freely in the abyss.
He doesn't really belong here, but he can move forward here.
With a peaceful mind, Wang Lin passed over the demon Buddha Wubei and the killing demon Kangzhuo, continued to move forward, and then stepped into the white light in front of him.
As soon as he entered the white light, Wang Lin's body and mind were shaken violently, and he almost couldn't hold on to the last bit of clarity on the mourning platform.
Wang Lin himself has a strong will and a Taoist practice with expertise in this area, so even the supreme inner demon cannot shake his mind.
At the current level of cultivation, for Wang Lin, the demons in his heart are immortal and are everywhere, but they disappear as soon as they arise. Unless Wang Lin himself specially retains them for practice, there will be no trace left on the spiritual platform in his heart.
trace.
But at this moment, Wang Lin felt unstable.
What made him unstable was not his inner demons, but his emotional thinking, which had undergone tremendous changes at this moment.
At this moment, Wang Lin vaguely felt as if countless personal thoughts were pouring into his mind. The past, present and future seemed endless.
It's not that Wang Lin can read minds and understand other people's inner changes, but that each person's thinking seems to be Wang Lin's own thinking consciousness at this time.
Wang Lin's originally stable face changed again at this moment. His appearance kept changing, taking on the appearance of one person after another. Some of them he seemed to have seen before in his memory, but most of them were completely unfamiliar.
And the vertical crack between the eyebrows began to heal gradually.
White light shone into the cracks, and the red light in the cracks began to gradually dim. It was not suppressed or eliminated, but gradually transformed into white light.
During this process, the cracks began to gradually close and disappear. Although the speed was very slow, it was actually happening.
Wang Lin tried to calm himself down, but he still felt that it was all in vain.
Not to mention the great demon clone in the void battlefield, it was Wang Lin himself on the Yingzhou Immortal Mountain in Yinghai. His body began to vibrate violently, and the crack on his forehead kept twisting.
Lin Feng watched this scene, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointing at Wang Lin's eyebrows.
But when his finger reached halfway, Lin Feng paused again and retracted his finger, still looking at Wang Lin quietly.
The next moment, Wang Lin himself suddenly opened his eyes, countless rays of light in his pupils were extinguished, and the whole person took off his human form and transformed into the incarnation of the soul in the Netherworld Tai Chi Diagram.
There is a crack in the center of the Tai Chi diagram that is constantly twisting, and the red light in the crack is gradually turning into white light.
But Wang Lin's spirit gradually stabilized.
In the void battlefield, in the consciousness of Wang Lin's demon clone, his state of mind stabilized again.
In the vast white light, Wang Lin looked forward and saw an elegant middle-aged man standing there. His temples were stained with starry frost, but he did not look old at all. His facial features were handsome and he had a kind of demon-like charm.
He stood there with his hands behind his back, as if he felt Wang Lin's change, and then he turned slightly and looked at Wang Lin.
Looking at this middle-aged man, Wang Lin's pupils shrank slightly. There was nothing special about this man. He didn't show any demonic aura, and he didn't have the ferocious and twisted feeling of other demons. He was not violent, not crazy, and not bloodthirsty.
The whole person seems to be integrated with the heaven and earth, all things in nature, and is in perfect harmony.
Looking at him, there was no trace of the magic sect at all. The only exception was that there was a small black hole between his eyebrows, emitting a faint white light in the air.
The white light that fills the void in front of me at this moment is actually emitted from a small hole.
Wang Lin knew that it was not a small hole, but a crack that was as sad as the demons outside.
But the crack that stood up between the eyebrows of this middle-aged man continued to heal, and the crack gradually disappeared, leaving only the last bit that had not completely healed, so it looked like a small hole.
This middle-aged man's reputation in the world of human cultivation in the vast land of China is undoubtedly more famous than that of the Demon Buddha Wubei and the Killing Demon Lord Kangzhuo.
The leader of all demons, the leader of the original demon sect, and the original demon lord Jiang Shaoyang.
Most people in the world don't know that Chi Yang fell into the underworld in the past and returned to the world in the Medieval Era. Therefore, in almost everyone's knowledge, regardless of the evil spirits, Jiang Shaoyang is praised as the first person in the world of human cultivation in the Medieval Era.
Jiang Shaoyang turned to look at Wang Lin. Wang Lin looked at him calmly, and saw that in those eyes, there seemed to be thousands of lights and shadows flashing together, originating from one point and returning to one point.
Wang Lin, the deity of Wang Lin on the Yingzhou Fairy Mountain, transformed from the Netherworld Tai Chi diagram into a human form again, landed in front of Lin Feng, and said: "Master, the original inner demon surrender curse does have its own uniqueness, and it is wonderful.
Fang, originated from the inner demon, but it cannot be fully described by the word 'inner demon'."
"When chaos first opened, there was nothing, no matter, no time, no space, no living things, and no conscious emotions. This primitive inner demon surrender spell is to trace back the first ray of emotion and desire in this world of creation. There is no beginning, no beginning, no consciousness.
There is no end to the knot, it goes with all sentient beings, and it is the same as creation.”
"It is used for fighting tricks. It is strange and unpredictable. It points directly to people's hearts and is difficult to guard against."
Wang Lin let out a long breath: "The black crystal stone, before it shattered, should have been the product of Jiang Shaoyang's rebirth when he was sent to annihilation by Youhuang Tianhai in the past and used the original inner demon to resurrect the curse. Jiang Shaoyang was reborn through this.
, and this black spar that was the basis of rebirth fell into the hands of Emperor Youhuang Tianhai, and was later obtained by Queen You, where it just appeared, and later broke into pieces due to other reasons."
"The Jiang Shaoyang that the disciple saw was just a shadow of the original inner demon's curse, not his own demonic thoughts or aura." Wang Lin's eyes flashed slightly: "As Master said, this is an opportunity for the disciple. Ning
My fellow Taoist has not done all his work at this moment, and I want to give it a try."
Lin Feng smiled slightly: "As long as you can grasp it."
Wang Lin nodded and closed his eyes again.
In the black and red world hall of the Void Battlefield, there was complete silence for a while. Ning Wange was sitting on the altar, shrouded in white smoke, while Wang Lin's demon clone was sitting in the center of the magic circle, motionless.
Daluo and Crocodile God, who already understood the situation, waited patiently and protected them.
Time passed quickly, and just when Da Luo was looking at the magic circle and the altar, his heart suddenly moved, and he vaguely felt a powerful power fluctuation, appearing outside the black and red world! (To be continued.)