The young man in blood-clothed clothes stood in the wind, and the wind seemed no longer so strong. The only sound on the cliff was the sound of the two people talking.
Wang Muzhi glanced at him lightly:
"if not?"
"Um?"
The blood-clothed young man narrowed his eyes.
"Mr. An compares himself to an immortal, but the few words about you in later generations also denounce you as a blood demon. Mr. Zhang is slovenly and unkempt, but even a thousand years later, he is still talked about as a land immortal'..."
Wang Muzhi played the flute, neither salty nor bland:
"If I don't respect him, how can I respect you?"
"Hahaha! Mr. Wang is indeed the great master of future generations. Compared with those people around me who only know how to flatter, he has much more backbone."
The young man in blood-clothed hands held his hands and laughed, but in an instant, it turned into an indifference that seemed to freeze the air:
"But aren't you afraid that Mr. An will take out your bones and make soup to drink?"
Wang Muzhi looked calm:
"Speaking of it, Wang has been lighting his destiny for a long time and has been unable to take the fourth step. He really wants to experience it.
After Mr. An took the four steps to become an immortal and was promoted to blood spirit, what incredible power he has."
call!
It seemed that a cold current was coming, freezing everything. A chilling air filled the air, and the chirping of mosquitoes among the sand, grass and trees disappeared.
"It seems that Mr. Wang is really not afraid of death..."
The blood-clothed young man shook his head slightly, restrained his sharpness, and sat on the ground:
"Actually, An doesn't have any admiration for that sloppy guy, and that's not right. It's Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, and Zhang sloppy Yu who have some respect..."
Wang Muzhi remained silent.
He had very bad luck. When he first entered the illusion, he landed on the top of Tianbi Mountain. First, he fought fiercely with the four demons of wind, thunder, rain and lightning all day and night.
After that, I met this Shidu Immortal who had taken four steps to become an immortal and became a martial arts master.
"Four steps to becoming a Martial Saint, four steps to becoming an Immortal. After Zhang Sui became a Martial Saint, he is indeed no less powerful than me who took four steps to become an Immortal and was promoted to the rank of Blood Spirit in the Ten Capitals..."
The young man in blood-clothed clothes flicked his fingers and sighed slightly:
"With such a person, why has An never thought about becoming friends with him, sitting around talking about things, drinking and talking happily? But he insists on my death, what can I do..."
Wang Muzhi looked at the sea of clouds in the distance, his mind calm and not a single distracting thought leaking out:
"Does Mr. An believe this?"
"Do not believe."
The blood-clothed young man shook his head helplessly, changed the topic, and took out a crystal jade stone:
"Mr. Wang, can you recognize this object?"
"Tiger soul dripping with resin and buried underground for many years'..."
Wang Muzhi took a look at the jade stone.
Among the light yellow jade, there is a mosquito struggling desperately, but it is frozen before death, lifelike and extremely painful.
"At this moment, I am like that mosquito, struggling hard, but I just want to break free...
In one thousand and two hundred years, the illusion has been born and died six times, and the pain in it is really difficult to understand for humans."
The blood-clothed young man sighed:
"I don't want much from An. I just want Mr. Wang to help me get rid of the barriers. Whether it's the Seven Tribulations Sword or the remaining pages of the Book of Hell, I can take it."
His voice was gentle and no longer aggressive, but Wang Muzhi still said the same words without raising his eyes:
"Does Mr. An believe this?"
"letter."
The blood-clothed young man nodded seriously.
"The fantasy world of immortals and demons may sound magical, but in fact, it is just an illusion created by a certain person's spirit at a certain moment, which merged with heaven and earth and was imprinted by heaven and earth.
No matter you or Master Zhang, they have perished in the past after all. If you want to come out of this illusion, it is almost equivalent to changing your fate against the will of heaven..."
Wang Muzhi also sighed:
"Therefore, you will definitely not be able to do it by yourself. Even if you are fully prepared, you still need help from outsiders such as myself."
Having said this, he paused for a moment. Seeing that the blood-clothed young man's expression did not change, he said:
"You want to borrow your body to resurrect your soul, but you are not willing to find someone at will. Therefore, you force me to stay in the sky, but you have been reluctant to take action.
In addition, you probably still want to compete with Master Zhang, which is your unwilling obsession..."
Even if I still have obsessions, what will happen if I wake up and realize that I am in an illusion?
fantasy,
It is an illusion after all.
Unless there is a big change in the world, he will never believe that anyone can change his fate and live a new life, not even a Martial Saint, not even a Shidu Immortal!
This has nothing to do with magical powers or cultivation, it is not allowed by heaven and earth!
Bang bang bang~
The blood-clothed young man touched his palms and sighed:
"As expected of a martial arts grandmaster who is about to be promoted to Martial Saint. Mr. Wang has a very good understanding of An's thoughts. However, you also missed one point."
"oh?"
Wang Muzhi raised his eyebrows.
"Half of the remaining pages of the Book of the Underworld are in my hand. All the outsiders who come to the illusion, no matter how they hide, are just a matter of looking at the patterns in the palm of my hand.
There is no choice..."
The young man in blood-clothed clothes smiled slightly and told the names of the outsiders one by one.
"Wang Muzhi, Yang Yu, Feng Wushuang, Chu Tianyi, Gu Qingyi, Lu Qingting, Tie Tiefa...Excluding the dead ones, there are a total of twenty-three people. Among them, eleven Dao Fruits, no, eleven
Master of supernatural powers...
Yes or no?"
"Is it true that the remaining pages of the Hades Book are in his hands?'
Wang Muzhi's eyelids twitched, and his expression finally changed as he read.
Until the person in front of him read out the names of all the outsiders, he did not believe that the remaining pages of the Hades Book were really in this person's hands.
There is no other reason. The foundation of this fairyland is the talisman array set up by the sloppy Taoist, and what the talisman array suppresses are the broken pages of the book of the underworld and the blood demon in front of him who claims to be an immortal.
Even if it was suppressed, how could it be possible to suppress the remaining pages of the Book of Hell together with the blood demon?
"Among these people, is there anyone Mr. Wang is familiar with or someone you care about?"
Looking at Wang Muzhi, the young man in blood-clothed clothes smiled.
"It can't be a coincidence that so many magical power masters came at once. Perhaps, this is another plan left by that sloppy Taoist?
It's a pity that a young bird is a young bird, and twenty or so may not be as good as Mr. Wang alone. However, even if you come here, if you don't invite me to a simple meal, others will say that An is not entertaining well."
Wang Muzhi frowned in thought and ignored him.
The young man in blood-clothed clothes didn't take it seriously and continued to talk to himself:
"Actually, the matter of resurrecting the soul by borrowing the body is not common even in ancient legends. A certain cave-level true immortal also fell into this level. Mr. Wang thinks highly of An..."
Wang Muzhi remained silent.
"Counting the time, the people who are supposed to come will also come."
The young man in blood-clothed clothes stood up with a smile, waved his sleeves and robe, and slowly walked towards the main hall at the top of Tianbi Peak:
"Before a war, you always have to have a good meal. Mr. Wang, do you want to come with us?"
"Mr. An, have you ever thought about..."
This is, a voice came from behind, and the young man in blood stopped:
"What?"
Wang Muzhi smiles:
"You can't beat Master Zhang while you are alive, how can you do it if you die?"
Phew~
The young man in blood-clothed clothes turned around, and there was no trace of smile on his face. There was only indifference, and a violent and fierce light hidden in his eyes: