Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

[Yun Chen: Phew, it was so dangerous, I almost lost my strength. ]

[System 112: It’s okay, I’m here!As long as you smile a little, I can take care of your body directly. ]

[Yun Chen: It’s impossible for us, the best actor in the empire, to laugh.What I mean by "I can't hold myself tight" is that I want to drag him to the Demon Palace and have him raped. ]

[System 112:...] You will lose me, debt!

After Yun Chen returned to the Demon Realm, he practiced in seclusion and prepared to destroy the Sun-Shielding Sword.

The world of cultivating immortals, whether it is a spiritual sword or a demonic sword, is very mysterious. Sun-shielding Sword sensed that Yun Chen wanted to destroy it, so it resisted tenaciously.

pity……

No matter how strong it is, it can't beat Guabi.

Yun Chen patted the hilt of his sword and said earnestly: "I told you, God Lord Pixiu is an ancient divine beast. He only eats little evil swords like yours. One bite at a time, it's crunchy."

The sun-shielding sword energy trembled violently.

The demonic energy soaring into the sky covered the sky and blocked the sun, making the demon envoys outside tremble with fear.

[System 112: Okay, you have refined the magic sword and can destroy it. ]

[Yun Chen: Wait first. ]

[System 112: Huh? ]

[Yun Chen: Keeping it still has some use. ]

[Yun Chen: Is that old immortal Mu Jianfeng awake? ]

[System 112: Not yet. ]

[Yun Chen: Help me wake him up, my great cause of strategy depends on him acting as a monster~]

Mu Jianfeng was in a coma for several days. When he woke up, he found that his cultivation was completely damaged and he was almost a useless person.

Being unable to practice means that he will become a mortal again.

He is too old. Even if he is willing to return to mortal life, he will not live for a few more years.

Mu Jianfeng cried bitterly, went crazy, and came up with the last solution in despair.

Go and ask Master Guanchen of Min Temple.

One drop of the essence and blood transformed from the Buddha's bones can rejuvenate the bones. If you can trick a few drops of your heart's blood into it, you will be able to prolong your life, and maybe you can reopen your path to spiritual practice!

Mu Jianfeng did what he said and asked his apprentice Yu Jian to take him to Wenmin Mountain.

Mu Jianfeng knew very well that he should not have evil thoughts towards Master Guanchen, so he led his disciples to kneel in front of the Buddhist temple and waited in embarrassment for He Shichen to return.

After kneeling all night, a piece of snow-white monk's robe finally appeared in his sight. Mu Jianfeng raised his old tearful eyes and said hoarsely: "Master Guanchen."

In order to frame Ling Yunzhen, Mu Jianfeng needed to maintain a good image at all times, so he often sent incense money to Wenmin Temple.

He Shichen recognized him, clasped his hands and said, "Elder Mu."

Mu Jianfeng tremblingly told how he was plotted by the devil and how he was injured, and begged He Shichen to give him a drop of fingertip blood: "I really need to extend my life for a few years and take care of Xingluo Sect." Well, these disciples are still young, how can I rest assured?"

He Shichen couldn't bear it, so he helped him and said, "Get up first."

At this time, the disciple who had been given instructions by Mu Jianfeng in advance said anxiously: "Master! You have to ask for the hard work of the holy monk..."

With a snap, Mu Jianfeng slapped his disciple: "Shut up!"

Yun Chen and System 112 looked at the projection, spat, and cursed in unison: "Bullshit."

[Yun Chen: Let’s go and kill someone. ]

[System 112: Let’s go, let’s go! ]

[System 112: But you haven’t followed the monk these days, is it appropriate to show up suddenly? ]

[Yun Chen: Why is it inappropriate? If I stop there, he will make up for my actions these days. Don’t worry. ]

If Mu Jianfeng had not mentioned Yun Chen, He Shichen would not have treated him too harshly.

Mu Jianfeng asked for blood from his fingertips, just give him a few drops of blood from his fingertips.

But Mu Jianfeng said that it was the devil who hurt him.

No matter what his thoughts are, if Yun Chen hurts someone, he has created karma.

If there is work, there will be rewards.

He Shichen's heart was already in a state of confusion, and he actually forgot that by picking up the knife at this moment, he was intervening in other people's cause and effect.

Mu Jianfeng watched the monk hold the dagger with the tip pointed toward his heart, greed flashing in his eyes.

Stab it down.

Stab it down!

With a muffled sound, Mu Jianfeng smelled blood. He raised his eyes in surprise, only to be met with a severe kick.

He Shichen saw a flash of blood and his heart trembled: "Let go..."

Yun Chen's hand held the blade tightly, blood dripped down, and a few drops splashed on the corners of the monk's snow-white robe.

Yun Chen slowly let go, but stared at He Shichen: "You have to save him."

He Shichen lowered his hands and used his broad monk sleeves to cover up the trembling of his fingers.

Yun Chen: "Speak!"

He Shichen: "Yes."

Yun Chen pursed his lips tightly, remained silent for a few breaths, and suddenly showed a fragile look: "Monk, his life is over. He only managed to survive for a thousand years by taking away my senior brother's pills. I should have killed him long ago."

Mu Jianfeng shouted hoarsely: "I didn't! Master Guanchen, don't believe him, he is a demon cultivator, he talks nonsense and spits blood!"

Yun Chen ignored Mu Jianfeng's howling and only had eyes for the holy monk, looking at him intently: "He Shichen, I'm not telling any lies. Do you want to save him?"

He Shichen: "Yes."

Yun Chen tightened his grip on his wrist, as if a desperate man had grasped the last straw: "He Shichen...if I say that I can't let you go, do you also want to save me?"

He Shichen was silent, but Yun Chen understood his answer.

Suddenly, Yun Chen smiled and let go of him: "Okay, okay... just save him."

After He Shichen's hand was let go by Yun Chen, it fell from mid-air, and the heart in his chest also fell. He was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

It's not so much about saving Mu Jianfeng.

It would be better to say that he made up his mind to get to know the Demon Lord.

Right here on Wenmin Mountain.

Right in front of this Buddhist temple.

If he carries the bones of the Buddha, he should take refuge in the Buddha.

So what if you are tempted?

He will still continue to follow this path of cultivating Buddhism with countless determinations and unswervingly...

If He Shichen looked back, he would find that the Buddha in the temple had changed.

No more compassion, only indifference.

He Shichen clasped his hands together and finally said: "Sin."

He bypassed Yun Chen, walked to Mu Jianfeng, and without hesitation stabbed the dagger into his heart.

The moment before He Shichen fell, he saw Mu Jianfeng, who was begging for his blood, to cover his heart and explode in pain.

Turning around, the magic sword roared and came from the clouds.

I dont want you to go.

Do you want to save me too?

He Shichen realized something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he shouted out loud: "No! Yun Chen!"

The demonic energy of the sun-shielding sword surged, and it pierced the Demon Lord's heart at the same position and at the same angle.