Heaven is here to torture me

After the white mist gradually faded away, what was revealed was the emerald green lake water with circles of ripples on the surface of the lake.

The breeze is coming, the green willows are slightly fluttering by the lake, the apricot blossoms are falling, and sometimes there are water birds sweeping across the lake, gently swaying the water waves.

Lu Qingzhou's eyes seemed to be fascinated by the mist, and felt a little moist.

Turning around, I saw a bamboo house appearing from the fog, surrounded by wild flowers and green bamboos outside the house, and a clear spring flowing from the mountain not far away, lingering around the house.

Outside the door, a man in white clothes stood leaning against the door, staring at him silently, his eyes seemed to be full of doubts.

"Yu Changkong? No..." Lu Qingzhou trembled uncontrollably, "Sikong Shun!"

When he saw that familiar and hypocritical face that made people vomit, Lu Qingzhou felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had stabbed him fiercely in his chest with a sharp sword!

There was a strong smell of blood in the mouth, the tip of the nose was sour, and the eye sockets were moist.

"Don't try to lie to me again!" He almost instinctively drew out the Qingling Sword, jumped forward, and pointed his sword straight at the opponent's heart.

This sword exhausted all his strength, and also burst out all the hatred buried in his heart!

With a muffled "poof", the sword pierced through the man's chest and pierced out from his back, spilling blood all over the ground.

"..." The man opened his eyes wide, full of surprise.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, stretched out his hand to brush Lu Qingzhou's ear, and only let out a deep cough of blood.

In an instant, the illusion collapsed, and the surroundings became a vast expanse of white again.

The man who was stabbed by Lu Qingzhou and should have been seriously injured and fell to the ground turned into a black robe, hairless, and a tearless face.

The sword came fiercely and quickly just now, he wanted to avoid it, but after this body entered the illusion, for some reason, it seemed to be a little disobedient, and he was forced to bear the sword.

Wulei held his chest with one hand, the pain of being pierced by a sword was too real, making him feel that he should already be a dead person for a moment.

But after carefully touching the chest, it was intact, not even the coat was damaged at all.

However, my heart still seems to be aching...

"It's a pity that you failed to break through the barrier." Xiaoxiao suddenly descended from the sky, and smiled triumphantly around the two, "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs, two heroes, please try again!"

Lu Qingzhou: ...

No Tears: ...

Again! ?

The white mist did not give the two of them a chance to struggle, and suddenly spewed up, enveloping them together.

Opening his eyes again, Wulei found himself in a familiar place - in front of the forbidden area of ​​Tianmozong.

"Sect Master!" The disciples of the Demon Sect on both sides saluted respectfully.

"What do you call me?" Wu Lei was a little surprised, and froze as soon as he opened his mouth.

this sound...

"Sovereign?" The two disciples looked at each other suspiciously, as if they didn't know what happened to the "Sovereign" in front of them.

Wulei waved his hand slightly, then turned and walked towards the quiet pool beside him.

A very familiar face was reflected in the water, and those long and narrow purple eyes were revealing the uneasiness in his heart.

How...how did he become a master?

Is this my memory, or that cat's?Could it be that the cat was the swordsman in white just now?

But why did that cat have such strong hostility towards people? Moreover, how could there be a master in his memory?

He suddenly remembered the sword that the man in white had stabbed him just now, he was clutching his chest, sweating profusely.

"Sect Master, what's wrong with you?" the disciple asked worriedly.

"He..." Wulei's face was slightly pale, and his chest ached again, and it was unknown whether it was the sequelae just now, or the hidden wound left on Master's body.

"Ah, are you asking Mr. Lu? Mr. Lu is fine..." The disciple frowned and asked in doubt, "Did the suzerain come here to feed Mr. Lu medicine?"

"Who are you talking about?! Which Mr. Lu?" Wu Lei was shocked, and grabbed the disciple, who was so frightened that the disciple trembled, and his voice trembled: "Return to the suzerain, it is Lu, Lu, Lu Qingzhou, Mr. Lu, Isn't the medicine in your hand Mr. Lu's medicine..."

Wulei looked down and saw that he was indeed holding a white porcelain medicine bottle in his hand. When he opened it, he felt a hot air in the bottle.

Could this be the Yang Yan Pill that Master personally went to the Demon Sect and begged for Lu Qingzhou at all costs?

"Lu Qingzhou..." Wulei frowned, and gradually clenched the medicine bottle tightly.

Even if the name Lu Qingzhou became a taboo of the Heavenly Demon Sect, his ears would already feel callused.

His master, Sikong Shun, is a well-known demon leader in the Demon Sect, and even in the entire Jianghu, and his cultivation level is second only to the orthodox Patriarch Baili.

He is surly and arrogant, cruel and tyrannical, with vicious and rough shots, and often does some deviant things.

Anyone who betrayed him would die a terrible death, making people frightened by the news and not daring to have a heart of disobedience.

Therefore, even though the Demon Sect has hundreds of sects, none of them dared to disobey the Heavenly Demon Sect, because those who disobeyed had long been turned into dead bones and buried under the pool of thousands of miles of blood.

However, it is unacceptable that such a devil, such a man who could have stood at the top and led the devil to sweep the rivers and lakes, is willing to fold his wings because of an orthodox monk.

And this orthodox monk is Lu Qingzhou, Lieyang Sword.

"Lu Qingzhou..." The confusion in Wulei's eyes gradually disappeared, and he asked in a calm voice, "Where is he?"

"Sovereign, weren't you afraid that Mr. Lu would escape...so you locked him in the 'secret room'?"

As soon as the disciple finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in front of his eyes, but there was no trace of tears.

Wulei quickly rushed into the forbidden area. As the young lord of the Tianmo Sect, he naturally knew where the "secret room" his disciples were talking about was.

Only the lords of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the past can enter that place and enjoy the aura empowerment of the Demon Sect's secret method.If it weren't for special circumstances, even he, the young suzerain, would not have been qualified to enter.

But he never thought that Master would hide a righteous monk in such an important place, and feed him the priceless Yang Yan Dan like a sugar pill.

I really don't know what ecstasy method this Lu Qingzhou used!Why can he make the master fascinated by it, so he doesn't distinguish between right and wrong?

This person is simply a great scourge of the Demon Sect and must be eliminated!

Wulei came to the door of the secret room, calmed down, and restrained his thoughts.

Thinking of the experience of the last illusion, he made full precautions, and then pushed open the thick stone door of the secret room in one go.

Shimen rubbed against the ground, making a "cracking" sound.

As if responding to it, there was a "ping-pong" sound of iron chains colliding in the secret room.

Wu Lei raised his eyes and couldn't help but widen his purple eyes.

That's... Lu Qingzhou?

In the dark secret room, there was no daylight, and the lights were dim.

A gust of wind blows in at the door, and the candles seem to be on and off, in a trance, making the shadows on the wall even more coquettish.

On the stone bed, a person with disheveled hair raised his face full of resentment and unwillingness after hearing the movement, and there seemed to be black mist erupting from his eyes, which was a sign of being possessed.

But that long silver hair still reflected a bright and cool luster.

"It's you!?" Wulei was surprised to find that the person in front of him was the white-clothed swordsman who stabbed his chest with a sword in the illusion.

He doesn't have any natural vicious looks, this person looks straight and upright, with a gentle and refined appearance; he is not a young and delicate young man with a beautiful appearance, but he is just a little delicate and doesn't show his age.

In terms of beauty, this person is probably not conspicuous among the many beauties of the Tianmo Sect!

However, it was the extremely humiliating face in front of him that made people unable to take their eyes off, and there was still an inexplicable pain in his heart, as if he owed the other party.

The white Taoist robe on his body has long been torn, and it can barely cover the mottled body underneath and the limbs that are humiliatingly bound by iron chains.

Those marks are not so much left after "Huan|Love", but rather a tragic "bite".

Red and green intertwined, bloodstained, scarred...

For a moment, Wulei's previous complaints against "Lu Qingzhou" disappeared in an instant, replaced by an inexplicable sense of heartache.

Why is this happening?

Isn't this someone whom Master values ​​and cherishes extremely?Why are you subjected to such humiliation and treatment?

Master...

"Senior, are you alright?" Wulei stepped forward, wanting to help the other person, but found that the person was as thin as a stick, his arms and wrists were so thin that they seemed to be broken when pinched, like a precious but fragile glass statue, which made people dare not touch touch.

"Sikong Shun!" Lu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and stared at the other party, with hatred surging in his heart, as if he was waiting for Wu Lei to approach, so as to bite him to death.

"Disciple Wulei." Wulei saw Lu Qingzhou's killing intent, so he took a step back, bowed his hands, and reminded in a low voice, "This is an illusion."

"..." The black mist in Lu Qingzhou's eyes faded slightly, he seemed to have recovered, and turned his head away, "Go out!"

He didn't want more people to see this miserable appearance...

"But……"

"Get out!" Lu Qingzhou clutched his chest, a familiar pain flooded his heart, making him sweat profusely.

"Senior, you and I must work together to complete the test, otherwise we will not be able to get out of this misty illusion." At this time, Wu Lei calmed down unexpectedly, and sat cross-legged one meter away from Lu Qingzhou.

"The request of the illusion is to fulfill the wishes of the seniors," Wu Lei asked in a low voice, "Does the seniors have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"Kill...kill Sikong Shun!"

"Senior, haven't you tried it before, this method is useless..." Wulei was about to persuade, but saw Lu Qingzhou suddenly bent down, trembling in pain: "Go...leave me..."

"What's wrong with you?" Wulei hurried forward, just as his fingers touched the opponent's back, he was frostbitten by a burst of coldness from that back.

I saw that Lu Qingzhou's whole body was covered with cold air, and the cold air gradually floated in the air.

"Hmm..." Lu Qingzhou curled up in pain, his viscera and meridians seemed to be frozen.

"Is this... ice|poison?" Wulei was shocked, suddenly remembering the medicine bottle in his arms.

No wonder I want Yang Yan Pill!

He originally thought that Master went to ask for Yangyan Pill just to nourish his meridians. After all, everyone in the world knows that Lu Qingzhou is a rare mutated fire spirit root.

But it turned out that Lu Qingzhou had already been poisoned with the most strange poison in the world - the extremely cold ice poison of the ice toad!

"Take this Yangyan pill quickly!" Without thinking about it, and without caring how much the Yangyan pill was worth, Wulei directly poured out the pill and handed it to Lu Qingzhou's lips.

Burning with anxiety, this feeling seemed to be the first time he had experienced it.