same destination

However, compared to Chang Sheng, his feelings should not be as deep as mine. After all, he is more aware of the emotional entanglements between Mo Fan and Master over the past 2000 years and the ins and outs. He will not favor anyone or cover anyone. Looking at the whole thing from a different perspective, it is naturally much more rational than me.

"Not good!" Chang Sheng's expression changed suddenly, he wrapped his right hand around my waist, flew up with me, and quickly evacuated from the vicinity of the wooden house...

My heartbeat suddenly missed a few beats. I raised my eyes and looked forward. Before I could see what happened, there was a burst of "crack! Crack!", followed by the sound of "Boom! Boom" collapsed one after another. The whole row of houses turned into a pile of ruins in an instant.

Thick dust came to my nostrils, and I was choked by the dust in my nose, and I couldn't help coughing violently: "Cough~cough~cough~cough..."

Seeing this, Chang Sheng immediately accelerated his retreat, stopped beside the sycamore tree where Mo Fan was standing, and patted my back lightly: "Are you all right?"

I waved my hand and responded while coughing: "Cough~cough~I~it's fine~cough~cough..."

I took a few breaths, trying to relieve the dryness and burning sensation from my throat.

The entire row of houses was destroyed in an instant, and there was thick dust and sawdust floating in the sky...

Chang Sheng patted my back lightly, and continued to help me smooth my air. With Chang Sheng's help, I finally got used to the dust flying all over the sky.

"Meow~"

There was a shrill meow, followed by a round white figure jumping out from the crack of the broken wooden house.

The appearance of the white cat made me stiff, and I suddenly remembered the most important thing. I immediately turned pale, and reminded in shock: "Oops! Those unconscious monster hunters are still in the wooden house!"

Master's expression changed when he heard the words, he jumped up almost subconsciously, and quickly approached the wreckage of the wooden house...

I looked sideways at Chang Sheng, and saw him scanning the collapsed wooden house, with a rare look of anxiety on his handsome face, his heart tightened suddenly, and he withdrew from Chang Sheng's arms: "I'm fine , you go with Master to see the situation!"

Chang Sheng shook his head, opened his thin lips slightly, and was about to respond to me, when Mo Fan's lazy voice came from the sycamore tree: "Why bother? How about letting them out to see you one last time?"

I was shocked and immediately dissuaded: "Mo Fan, don't do this!"

I looked up at Mo Fan who was leaning on the branch at some point, and before he could respond, I continued to add softly: "Calm down, please? I know you don't like killing, but you need to be released in your heart. See I'm really sad to see you torture yourself like this, can you just stop?"

Mo Fan's expression paused, his eyes slowly fell on me and Chang Sheng, he looked down at me, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and then, with an evil smile, he said with deep meaning: "Little monster! If you are willing to stay away from these monster hunters, maybe this deity can consider sparing their lives!"

My heart trembled, and I looked directly into Mo Fan's eyes: "I'm not joking with you, so let everything stop here?"

I don't want to see Mo Fan hurt the demon catcher in Yuncheng, I don't want to see Mo Fan and the master torture each other, and I don't want to see Mo Fan have an accident.

Although I don't sympathize with Master, I feel sorry for Mo Fan from the bottom of my heart.

Mo Fan's expression moved slightly, he stared at me for a long while, then sighed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little monster, thank you for still being willing to treat this king sincerely until now, but everything is a foregone conclusion. It is impossible for this king to stop."

After a pause, he said solemnly: "Finally, I would like to advise you to leave this place with Chang Sheng as soon as possible, and don't interfere with other matters."

My blood seemed to be completely cold, and my body was inexplicably unsteady.

Chang Sheng quickly supported me, stretched out his hand to wrap my shoulders, and leaned on him with all my weight, looking at me worriedly: "But what's wrong?"

I shook my head, feeling very depressed: How could I not understand what Mo Fan said?How could I forget the ending between Chang Sheng and my previous lives?

Is Mo Fan clear about the cause of Chang Sheng's death in previous lives?

He is supposed to remind me now as a friend?Let Chang Sheng and I stay away from these disputes and disputes?Or is it likely to repeat the same mistakes again?

I took a deep breath, suppressed the panic and fear in my heart, and asked cautiously: "Mo Fan, do you... know the reason?"

The corners of Mo Fan's lips rose slightly, and he didn't respond to my question, but gave Chang Sheng a half-smile, with a deep meaning in his eyes that I didn't quite understand.

I felt sad for a while, so I didn't continue to ask. Mo Fan should be worried about Chang Sheng's presence, so it's inconvenient to tell the truth, right?

Chang Sheng took a deep look at me and then looked at Mo Fan sharply: "Why are you so obsessed with it? Good and evil are just a moment of thought, and one thought is good, and one thought is evil. The so-called attachment to the devil is attachment to the Buddha! Being obsessed with evil is also being obsessed with good! Why don't you try to change your thinking, maybe the road ahead is much wider than you imagined."

I looked at Chang Sheng in surprise, I didn't expect him to speak to Mo Fan, and even deliberately reminded Mo Fan to look back and think about some strange things before, just like the magic pool was destroyed without warning after he jumped into it.

This is equivalent to indirectly telling Mo Fan that things are not what they seem on the surface, and if he looks back occasionally or changes his mind, the things he previously believed will be completely different.

But in Chang Sheng's eyes, Mo Fan was not a sinister monster in the first place, he was once a righteous immortal who dethroned the evil and revered the righteous, but became obsessed because of too deep obsession in his heart.

Obsession can become both a demon and a Buddha.Therefore, he is also persuading Mo Fan: one thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon!One thought of good, one thought of evil!Becoming a demon and becoming a Buddha, the choice between doing good and evil is just a matter of one thought.

However, I don't think Mo Fan would listen to any words of persuasion. In his heart, these words that make him turn back are just innocuous jokes.

"Pfft~"

Sure enough, Mo Fan snorted, and a hint of joke flashed in his handsome eyes: "You guys can talk about all this, and I'm not a monk, how can I become a Buddha?"

Before Chang Sheng could respond, he had restrained his joking intentions, his expression became indifferent and distant, his whole body exuded a gloomy atmosphere, his eyes swept towards the wooden house sharply, and said in a deep voice: "This is all this king said, you can do it yourself .”

Chang Sheng shook his head, after all, he stopped talking.

Master slowly walked out from the ruins full of wooden house wreckage, his brows were tightly knit together, his expression looked a little tired, obviously he didn't find any demon catcher just now.

The Hidden Curse Valley, which was originally a fairyland like a paradise, has long since ceased to exist, and now there is a breath of death everywhere...

The master glanced painfully at the ground that was already full of demon hunters and dead bodies, his face became more and more ugly, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shot sharply at Mo Fan who was sitting on the tree: "Where are they?"

Mo Fan turned a deaf ear to Master's questioning, and leaned lazily on a thick branch with his eyes closed.

Mo Fan's nonchalant attitude obviously annoyed the master, his handsome face was full of anger, he stared at Mo Fan with cold eyes, and approached the plane tree step by step.

I only heard a sound of "咻", the magic sword on the master's back flew up suddenly, and quickly fell into the palm of his right hand. The powerful spiritual power fluctuated on the silver white sword, and there seemed to be a sound of shock , the sword edge exudes a chill, the sword light is so dazzling that people can't look directly at it, and a strong murderous aura is invisible.

"Master!" Chang Sheng called out in a low voice, raised his foot and took a step forward, stretched out his hand to block in front of Master, shook his head lightly, reminding Master not to get angry.

The master had a dark and handsome face, with dark tides in his eyes, he glanced at Chang Sheng without saying a word, moved two steps to the side, passed Chang Sheng directly, and continued to approach the plane tree...

It wasn't until he got to the bottom of the plane tree that the master stopped and stood there straight. He waved the sword in his hand without hesitation, and a dazzling sword light streaked across the plane tree.

With a strange sound of "click", the branch of the sycamore tree that Mo Fan was sitting on was instantly cut off.

Mo Fan's expression froze, he opened his blood-red eyes, jumped up extremely quickly, his body spun around in mid-air, and then slowly landed on the ground.

The corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc, he looked at Master with a half-smile, and sarcastically said: "What? You can't hold your breath so quickly? This shouldn't be your style, right?"

The master frowned, Junyi's face was already gloomy, and his voice was as cold as a knife: "What do you want to give up? Kill the deity to vent your anger? Or let the deity kill you?"

The smile on Mo Fanjun's face was even worse, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and he asked back with a coldness, "What do you think?"

The master's expression was instantly as cold as ice, and there seemed to be a millennium frost in his eyes that could not be melted away.

He tightened the magic sword in his hand, and said coldly: "If you want to take revenge on this deity, you can have a life-and-death duel with this deity. Whether it is life or death, the outcome is up to God!"

Mo Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "You really take yourself seriously? This deity told you clearly that your deity has no interest in this life."

Without waiting for Master to respond, Mo Fan quickly sneered again: "After becoming a Celestial Venerable, it seems that you have not learned other skills, but you have learned to be self-righteous and smart?"

The master's face suddenly turned blue and white, his eyes suddenly ignited raging anger, and the magic sword pointed at Mo Fan: "You..."

It was obvious that Master was so angry at Mo Fan's words that he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Mo Fan is the best at satire and sarcasm, and has always been mad at others, so how could Master be his opponent?

Mo Fanxie smiled and said, "What are you? Could it be that what I said is wrong?"

The master's expression became extremely ugly, the veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly, he shot sharp eyes at Mo Fan, and his thin lips moved, obviously wanting to speak out to refute, but it was as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, he insisted on not saying anything one tone.

Seeing that the master was so vulnerable, Mo Fan turned around dully, no longer wasting time circling with him, but waved his hand at the wreckage of the wooden house, and a black glow went straight towards the direction of the wooden house...

After a while, a deep and wide gully suddenly appeared on the pitted ground, directly across the center of the dilapidated wooden house.

Then, hundreds of beds slowly rose up from the ravine, and a Taoist priest in white robes lay on each bed.

Chang Sheng and I glanced at each other quickly, we were both taken aback, none of us expected that there would be such a mechanism under the wooden house.

I felt inexplicably uneasy, not knowing what Mo Fan wanted to do.

Seeing that all the monster hunters brought from Yuncheng had appeared, Master's expression changed slightly, and he raised his feet to meet them.

However, before he took two steps, Mo Fansen's cold voice sounded: "If you want them to die suddenly, then go over and catch up with them. This is your only chance, don't waste it! Grasp it!"

The master paused, looked at Mo Fan with a gloomy expression, and asked sharply, "What did you do to them?"

Mo Fan folded his arms around his chest, leaned lazily on the sycamore tree, glanced at me with interest, and said with a half-smile: "This deity is not a doctor, so I can't answer your question."

I paused for a moment, raised my eyebrows and glanced sideways at Mo Fan, feeling a little frustrated in my heart: I didn't expect that he would not forget to pull me in at this time.

Master looked at me deeply when he heard the words, apparently waiting for my reply.

I sighed secretly, and answered truthfully: "They should have lost their souls, and waking them up rashly will only make them lose their spirits and spirits, and they will never wake up again."

Chang Sheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he was extremely surprised: "Didn't they fall into a coma because of the corpse poison?"

I shook my head, my eyes glinted past Mo Fan, and fell on one of the demon catchers with closed eyes and pale face, and explained: "If they were poisoned by corpses, they would have already been with other corpse poisoners. Like a demon catcher, they died from poison or lost their minds and killed each other."

Master Jian frowned, and asked with a gloomy expression: "Do you know the art of returning soul?"

I shook my head in embarrassment: "I don't understand, our dryad saves people by restoring spiritual power, which is not a real medical skill."

Mo Fan sneered coldly, and sarcastically said: "Spiritualism is the method of exorcising ghosts and Taoists. You are a majestic Tianzun Demon Hunting Fairy, it is so ridiculous to ask a monster about the art of returning the soul, it really opened my eyes!"

Master Junyi's face was extremely gloomy for an instant, and his gaze was as cold as a knife shot at Mo Fan: "I will ask you one last time, will you let him go or not?"

Mo Fan replied unceremoniously and coldly: "Don't let go!"

After a pause, his bloodthirsty eyes added: "The really exciting scene hasn't started yet, what are you in a hurry for?"

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat: a bad premonition welled up in my heart, and it swelled rapidly, getting deeper and deeper.

When I was panicking, I only heard the sound of "呲味" coming from the direction of the wooden house, and then one of the beds suddenly burst into flames, and the hot flame swept across the whole bed at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The master's face was instantly pale and bloodless, and he appeared in front of the burning bed almost instantly, ignoring the danger of being burned, he reached out to grab the white-robed Taoist lying on it.

However, as soon as his hand touched this person, the figure on the bed was burnt to ashes in an instant, and disappeared in his hand without leaving a trace.

The master stared blankly at his palm, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, unable to recover for a long time.

Chang Sheng saw that the hem of Master's black robe was on fire, but he didn't know it. He let the flames devour him mercilessly, and immediately his face sank. Next to Master, he dragged him away from the bed that had been burnt to pieces by the flames, and then, he swiftly brushed through Master's Buddha dust, and extinguished the flames on his clothes for him.

The master stared at the collapse of the bed with red eyes, watching it "crackling" and burning to ashes. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Fan angrily. The strong murderous intent seemed to wish to shoot Mo Fan through.

The master's face was black and blue, and the magic sword pointed straight at Mo Fan's throat, and he rebuked angrily: "You actually learned the soul refining technique of the Nine Phoenix Divine Bird secretly? You even used such a vicious technique in catching monsters!" on the teacher?"

Mo Fan hooked his lips, stretched out his long and slender index finger and middle finger to clamp the blade, and with a slight force from his fingertips, the sharp blade instantly cut Mo Fan's finger, blood dripping down the blade to the ground , Smudged into blossoming gorgeous red flowers.

Mo Fan didn't seem to feel the pain. He didn't even look at the wound on his fingertips. Instead, he hooked the corners of his lips and smiled at the master: "You are wrong! I didn't learn any soul refining techniques, but He has always been proficient in this technique.”

The master looked at the blood dripping on the ground, and the hand holding the dharma sword trembled slightly. The anger on the handsome face disappeared in an instant, and there was a deep pain in the eyes: "Nine Phoenix Divine Bird Chaos in the human world, is following your order?"

Mo Fan let go of the silver sword, casually flicked the blood on his fingers, smiled wickedly, and asked, "Otherwise?"

The blood was not stopped because of Mo Fan's hand shaking, but the wound gradually spread, and more and more blood was lost...

After all, it is Master's sword to catch monsters. For Mo Fan, who is a snake demon, once scratched, the lethality will naturally not be small.

The blood on the master's face faded away in an instant, and there was a trace of elusive worry in his eyes, but after he saw the second bed burnt to ashes in an instant from the corner of his eyes, his eyes instantly turned into ashes. There was a turbulent wave, as if a violent storm was coming, and the magic sword sank into Mo Fan's right shoulder without warning.

His eyes were red and he asked: "The innocent people who died at the hands of the Nine Phoenix God Bird are related to you?"

Mo Fan glanced lightly at the wound on his shoulder, sneered, and looked at Master proudly, with obvious sarcasm in his eyes: "It and the deity are also considered to be on the same path, you can think so if you want."

The master's face was pale, his eyes shot straight at Mo Fan, and he tightly held the hand of the Dharma sword: "Do you have to force me like this? Do you want me to be your enemy?"

Mo Fan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile: "If you can't bear it, you don't have to bear it anymore. Anyway, it's not the first time you've confronted me with swords and swords. Why do you have to show mercy?"

Master's expression changed, and a momentary sadness flashed across his eyes, obviously affected by Mo Fan's words.

I even saw a trace of loneliness on Master's face. It seems that Mo Fan's words should remind Master of the mistakes he committed. Can't get rid of it.

A person like Shizun who cares about righteousness probably already thinks that he has sinned deeply and his sin is unforgivable.

Irreversible consequences caused by impulsiveness, the guilt and pain in it may only be felt by him, right?

And Mo Fan is challenging his bottom line this time, so that the stagnation in his heart will not be relieved for a long time. I had a strong premonition earlier that sooner or later he would lose control of his anger and attack Mo Fan.

Mo Fan glanced at the silent master, saw that he seemed to have nothing to say, immediately sneered, stepped back a few steps, withdrew his shoulders from the edge of the sword, let the blood flow from the wound, and looked towards the bed in the middle of the wooden house location to go.

Those bright red eyes turned blood red, the serpentine imprint between the brows glowed with a cold halo, and the gloomy aura around him spread out in an instant...