Lord is the devil

A huge silhouette appeared, Xiao Canyang looked crazy, he pointed at Liu Wanjun, his clothes flying, "I will fight you with the whole world, let's see how you deal with it this time?"

The outline covered the sky and the earth, and the sun was blocked. The magic mountain was originally dark, but now it is even more invisible, and the surroundings are completely dark, as if someone swallowed the sun, completely covering the entire sun one bite at a time.

People panicked, "My God, it's the Demon Realm!"

"It's really the devil world!"

"It was spectacular."

Both Liu Wanjun and Xiao Canyang are masters among masters, so they have to come in if someone buys a ticket, so the surroundings are full of people. At this time, they were all shocked by the majesty of the Demon Realm, and lamented that they did not make a mistake this time.

"Liu Wanjun is dead."

"It's strange to say that this Liu Wanjun has never heard of it before, and he just started to rise up recently. I didn't expect to be able to compete with the setting sun who refined the original power of the demon world like this."

"Isn't it? I'm also surprised."

The phantom of the demon world is getting bigger and clearer, and countless monks don't know that their own phantoms have also been cast on the phantom of the demon world, which adds a bit of strength to the phantom of the demon world.

Traffic is busy, humans and beasts coexist, dragons and snakes are mixed, there are many mountains, high towers enter the clouds, water and sky are the same color, what a beautiful country, and the demon world is really prosperous.

Now this prosperity is completely manifested on the phantom of the demon world, and the aura of the phantom of the demon world is getting stronger and stronger, which can be called terrifying. It is an unstoppable aura, simple and powerful.

The phantom of the demon world finally rose into the air, Xiao Canyang raised his hand, the heavy phantom of the demon world made his knees go limp, but he finally resisted.

Only when Liu Wanjun stood in front of the phantom in the demon world did he realize how small he was, just like the difference between a human being and an ant, so clear.

A person's strength is strong, and after all, he wants to live above the world. Since he lives above the world, his strength may naturally exceed the world. Xiao Canyang has already made up his mind to use the whole world to fight him.

Liu Wanjun felt a burst of despair, the phantom of the demon world was too strong, it was equivalent to him fighting the whole world, manpower was sometimes poor, how could he fight the world!

But at this moment, a cool voice suddenly sounded, the voice was unusually magnetic, hoarse and pleasant to hear.

"There are five elements in the sky. The five elements restrain and generate each other. One is water, the other is fire, the third is wood, the fourth is metal, and the fifth is earth. They are divided into time and nurtured to form all things. Their gods are called the five emperors, the great five elements."

"May my wishes be fulfilled, those who believe in me will have their wishes fulfilled, the country believes in me, and their wishes will be fulfilled, the country will believe in me, and their wishes will be granted, the people will believe in me, and their wishes will be granted, and the world will trust me , all got what they wanted.”

"There are yin and yang in the heaven and earth, all things bear yin and embrace yang, and the qi is in harmony. The left eye is yin, and the right eye is yang. The yin and yang eyes are open."

After using the five-turn Da Nuo avatar and the three thousand demon gods' mental techniques together, the aura of the setting sun is approaching the immortal, and coupled with the power of the three great avenues, Liu Wanjun seems to have seen a glimmer of hope.

He also noticed that none of the surrounding people noticed the voice of the setting sun, as if he was the only one who heard it. He recalled the memory of Demon Sword Wucai, borrowing skills means lending his own skills to others, but the premise is that the two of them The same mind, obviously, there is no obstacle between them.

Liu Wanjun was happy about this, he stood up straight, with a sense of confidence in his heart.

"There are yin and yang in the world, I am yin, I am yang, I am yin and yang, yin and yang art." He continued to read the art of yin and yang. , the power is a bit stronger.

"Time is like an arrow, time is like water, time spell!"

"Using the sky as the carrier, the earth as the medium, and me as the body, the sealing technique."

Countless spells containing the Dao shouted from his mouth, the sage Yin Yang was born with wisdom eyes, his wisdom eyes did not grow on the body, but stood on the soul, also known as the third eye of the soul.

With wisdom eyes, all Taoism in the world can't escape his magic eye. As long as he has seen the Taoism before, he can learn it. However, he has limited real energy and cannot activate more spells. He can only choose a few of them. Powerful.

Whether it is the Five Elements Art, the Wishing Art, or the Yin-Yang Art, they are all the best among the best in the Three Thousand Ways, ranking in the top ten existences, but their opponents are the whole world.

Countless Dao methods converged on his sword, and the magic sword emitted a huge light, which illuminated the surroundings. It was excited, trembling, and met the opponent's fighting spirit.

Liu Wanjun raised the demon world in his hand high, and slashed down with his sword, from high to low, that sword was powerful and full of hostility, as if he had the illusion of cutting off the whole world with a sword, but surprisingly, he actually It really split the entire devil world apart.

"Impossible, this is impossible." Everyone was under such strong oppression that they could hardly open their eyes, so they had to retreat a hundred meters away to a place with less pressure.

It was a mountain peak, standing high and looking far away. From their point of view, they could see that the demon world was like a huge cake that was cut into two pieces at once, and the two figures flew upside down because of the huge impact. Going out, one person slammed on the rock with a bang, and one person stepped back a few steps, holding the magic sword to stand firm.

Not only the two of them were injured, but even the setting sun, who was hundreds of miles away, was also seriously injured. Because he gave Liu Wanjun the surgery, he was backlashed by the phantom of the demon world, and spit out a mouthful of blood. With such a serious injury, what about Liu Wanjun, who was directly facing the phantom of the demon world?

The setting sun hardly dared to him, he flew into the air and flew straight towards the direction of the magic mountain.

On the Demon Ridge, the young genius of the Demon Realm looked at his hands in disbelief, "Impossible!"

"This is impossible!"

"How could I lose!" The blood-stained hands were pale and feeble, and he looked straight at it. It took him a long time to accept this fact, and finally he lowered his proud head and licked his dry lips and teeth with difficulty. "I...I lost..."

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance of arrogance. Like a lost dog, he stood there straight, holding his trembling body with his hands.

A slender white hand was raised, pointing at his chest, Liu Wanjun lightly exerted force, and the young genius fell straight down, with his hands spread out, and a red dress spread out, like a flower just blooming.

"I lost. If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you!"

He looked at the sky in a daze, the sky was full of stars, the half moon hung in the sky, it was indescribably beautiful.

He has always been passing by in a hurry, and he has never noticed how beautiful the night of the Magic Ridge is.

"Kill you?" Liu Wanjun stood in front of him, looking down at him from a very high angle, "Why?"

"I want to watch you bear this kind of humiliation for the rest of your life. The sect thinks you are incompetent, the world thinks you have no virtue, and the origin of the devil world will abandon you and choose another genius. They will all be ashamed of you.

The most important thing is..." Liu Wanjun's mouth suddenly curled into an evil smile, he lowered his head, and whispered a few words in the young genius's ear.

It was just these few sounds that made the demon genius who had not fluctuated all this time widen his eyes suddenly, his breath became more and more unstable, his chest heaved violently, he stretched out his hand, inserted it into the shiny black hair, and roared loudly.

"Ah—" The voice was extremely mournful, like a cry of unwillingness, the sadness of being abandoned.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, circles of invisible waves spread outwards, and everything they passed was indestructible. The monks around all resorted to life-saving means to resist, but Liu Wanjun, who was closest to him, did not move at all.

He walked away slowly amidst that miserable cry, neither fast nor slow, and when the crowd saw his figure, they hurriedly backed away to make room for him.

From now on, there will be another miracle in the world of comprehension, and there will be more and more topics about him. There are many rumors and legends.

Liu Wanjun, who was walking a hundred meters away, suddenly had a fine line on his face, it was not big, and he didn't seem to feel it, and he still walked forward without haste.

tear!There was another sound of skin and flesh ripping apart, as if someone had used a sharp weapon to scratch his skin, and there was a sound of sizzling water, and drops of liquid flowed down his body.

More and more traces appeared, and soon his whole body was drenched as if soaked in blood.

If you look carefully, you will see that his eyes are empty, lifeless, and dull, which is a state of dying.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the white flowers under his feet red.

It is rumored that there is a kind of hundred flowers that are specially used for funerals. As long as a monk with high magic power is about to die, or shows a state of dying, this kind of flower will crawl out of the ground and bloom inadvertently.

His mana was profound, and his death attracted many funeral flowers, each of which was small and dainty, and the delicate white flowers bloomed more and more beautifully. After reaching the extreme, they would wither, and the flowering period was short-lived, short-lived.

Bang, Liu Wanjun's knees trembled, making it more and more difficult for him to walk. His body was extremely stiff, as if his blood had drained dry, and finally he couldn't control it and softened.

He thought he would kneel directly on the ground, but no, he was caught by one hand, and the setting sun sat on the ground, making him lie on his body.

Liu Wanjun opened his eyes wide and looked at him in confusion, he could only see a vague shadow, but even so, he still recognized the setting sun.

"I...I did it..." He spoke with difficulty, the blood on his face was more and more bloody, like a crack, "But I... confessed you, you...don't...blame me... "It became more and more difficult for him to speak, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength in one sentence.

"I know all about it." Setting Yang clenched his hand, and smoothed his wet and messy hair with the other hand, "I don't blame you."

Liu Wanjun forced a smile on his pale face, he pulled out his hand, the ring between his fingers shone, and a box suddenly appeared in his hands, his fingertips trembled violently, but he still tried his best to push the box to the setting sun, "Here, Give it back to you, after I die...forget about me."

"No." Setting Yang shook his head, he snatched the box, smashed it to the ground, and smashed it into pieces, "I don't need this anymore, and I won't forget you."

"Escaping is a cowardly way, and it doesn't make me weak. Not only that, the more I cut off the memory, the more curious I will be about the missing memory. I keep exploring, and the result is falling in love constantly. You, forget again, fall in love with you again, forget again, I am already tired of this kind of game." At this moment, the setting sun was extremely sincere.

In fact, he never forgot. Although he lost his memory, his body, soul, and consciousness clearly remembered everything that happened, but it was hidden too deeply, or he was compressed in a corner and he didn't want to touch it.

But there are more and more memories, and more and more squeezed, just like a box, you keep stuffing things into it, until you can’t fit it, you keep stuffing it, there are too many things, and the box is broken by you.

The same is true for memory, more and more memories were compressed by him desperately, and finally one day, it couldn't take it anymore, it exploded with a bang, and all the memories returned to his mind, very deep, clear, over and over again It appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't shake it off. "Sorry for making you wait so long."

Liu Wanjun's entire face was cracked with scars, and the wound on his neck was deeply visible, but he smiled happily, "Forgive...you..."

His body is becoming more and more transparent, the blood vessels are clearly visible, the setting sun clearly saw his feet slowly disappear, then his legs, body, arms, and finally even his head disappeared, leaving only an empty set of clothes on the ground, and A ring, a sword.

There was blood on the clothes, dark red, Setting Yang picked them up and put them on her body one by one, and put the ring on her hand, just like a living fox king.

He stood up as if nothing had happened, and walked back slowly, only the trembling fingertips betrayed him, "Going home..."

He staggered and walked, not knowing where he went, one day, two days, three days, he found himself standing at the gate of the Fox Clan's small world.

Nan Feng waited there anxiously, the Fox King ordered the Fox Clan not to watch the fight, and not to step out of the Fox Clan's small world until he came back.

Nan Feng saw the figure of the Fox King from a distance, and was shocked. He was about to call him, but suddenly froze there, "Mr. Zhao Yuan, where is my Fox King?"

Setting Yang was stunned for a moment, "Nanfeng, you got the wrong name, am I not the Fox King?"

Nan Feng stared blankly at him, then looked at his clothes, suddenly sat down on the ground, murmured in a daze, "Fox King, he's dead."

"I'm not dead, I'm not dead." Setting Yang looked at him angrily.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Nan Feng's mouth, he stood up and supported the setting sun, "Yes, you are not dead, someone asked me to show you something, it is very important to you."

"Really?" Setting Yang looked at him suspiciously, "What is it?"

"You'll know it when you see it." Nanfeng led him step by step to the door of Liu Wanjun's, and finally pushed the door in. He pointed to the things inside and showed it to Can Yang, "Take a look, doesn't it look familiar?"

Setting Sun nodded blankly.

There are some ordinary things in the room, chopsticks, small bowls, wine glasses, tables and chairs, calligraphy and paintings, clothes, many daily necessities, and some jade pendants and the like.

Setting Yang casually took a sword on the table, and when his fingertips touched the sword, a memory suddenly flooded him.

Under the moonlight, the setting sun held Liu Wanjun's hand and taught him every move, "raise your head, hold your chest up, and draw your stomach in."

His hand suddenly pressed on Liu Wanjun's abdomen, Liu Wanjun was caught off guard and blushed a little.

Setting Yang was very puzzled, "Wan Jun, you and I are both men, why are you blushing?"

Setting Yang put down his sword and took another mirror, another wave of memory came over him.

"Brother Jing, I want to see where the master is?" San Shijing's appearance changed, and the mirror showed the appearance of setting sun sitting cross-legged on the bed, and setting sun seemed to dare to look up suddenly.

That glance seemed to pass through the space, and it looked directly at Liu Wanjun. Liu Wanjun was startled, "Quick, move away, don't get so close."

Next to the mirror is a book called Yin Yang Shu of He Huan. Setting Yang picked it up, and the long-awaited memory suddenly rushed into his mind.

Qiu Shui took out the little yellow book while facing the wall, reading it with relish, "Good guy, there are enough poses."

He tossed and turned to find the one that suits him and the Dragon Emperor, "Front style? No, no, I'm so thin, and the Dragon Emperor is so strong, you must laugh at me for cutting chickens for nothing and change to another one."

He turned to the next page, "Hey, the back side, this one looks good, but I can't see the rippling expression of the Dragon Emperor, it's not beautiful, change it."

He turned another page, "The real body style, this one is so sturdy." He seemed very moved, as if he wanted to try it, but after a while he gave up with self-knowledge, "I am a fox, and the Dragon Emperor is a dragon. If I feel good about serving him, this fellow turns over, won't he crush me to death?"

On Shura Island, setting sun, who had just suffered a thunder disaster, had bleeding tears in his eyes. The brief blindness made him flustered. He fell from a high place. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the air in vain, but it was in vain. Suddenly, a Grabbing his wrist with his hands, he reversed his direction, turning into the appearance of setting sun lying on his chest.

The loud heartbeat made him inexplicably relieved.

boom!The two brushed it off together, the man protected him in his arms, and the long hairpin on his head fell off, he didn't pay attention at the time in a panic, unexpectedly Liu Wanjun put it away.

In the pharmacy on Shura Island, the setting sun and Liu Wanjun were pretending to be women, unexpectedly Liu Wanjun had menstruation, he was confused and at a loss, his stomach often hurts for no reason, and he was bleeding uncontrollably.

Setting Yang put his close-fitting clothes on for him, he was always extravagant, and the clothes he wore were all high-quality silk and satin, Liu Wanjun couldn't bear to hold them in his hands, so he secretly put them away, not letting him know.

On the surface of the sea, Liu Wanjun, who had just finished cooking, looked at him expectantly. After taking two bites, Setting Yang suddenly put down his chopsticks and stared at him coldly.

Liu Wanjun didn't understand, so, "Is there something on my face?"

Setting Yang didn't speak, just stared at him.

It was only later that Liu Wanjun realized that the master was a picky eater and was used to using hidden items, such as bowls and chopsticks, so he put away the bowls and chopsticks and stored them in his own treasure house. , Returning the inner three floors, and the outer three floors set up the barriers, and did not remove the barriers until he died, and told Nan Feng that if the setting sun came back, he would bring him here, and if he didn't come back, don't bother him.

Nanfeng was also surprised when he saw the contents inside for the first time, but he was more disturbed. He faintly felt that the Fox King was making a will.

And it really is.

Setting Yang walked to another table, reached out and took a paper book, three words were written on the paper book, "I was wrong."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I thought I would never stop your words again."

"Don't hate me, I'm most afraid that you hate me."

"You lied to me again. Why do I always fall for such a child's trick?"

This depression spread to Can Yang's mind, he hurriedly put down the paper book, and picked up other things instead.

a wine glass.

"The sage Yin Yang said, you said you have nothing to love in life, and I want you to love me before you die."

"Magic Sword Wucai said, I don't want friends, I don't want relatives, I just want you."

"Human Liu Wanjun said, I don't want to be me, I want to be the me in your imagination, if you say you like heroes, then I will be heroes."

"Master, have you seen the play?"

"There is a play called a one-man play, which is a one-person play, and others can never get involved."

Setting Yang's temples twitched, feeling extremely uncomfortable, he hurriedly put down the wine glass, intending not to look at it again, but his hand involuntarily touched the next item.

It was a piece of jade pendant, loaded with Liu Wanjun's expectations.

"You hide it first, and then give it to me, as if you made it and gave it to me." Liu Wanjun looked at him expectantly.

But what did he do, he casually threw the jade pendant to Liu Wanjun, the jade pendant hit his chest, then fell to the ground, smashed into pieces.

Liu Wanjun stared blankly, then slowly squatted down and sorted out the small pieces one by one.

Setting Yang picked up the jade pendant, the jade pendant that was put together so well suddenly shattered and scattered all over the ground, he hurried to pick it up, just like Liu Wanjun at that time, the loss in his heart can be imagined.

He looked at several items in a row, and after reading them, he felt very complicated and very sad.

"It turns out that I hurt him so many times unknowingly." Setting Yang looked at each item and made a sound. These items witnessed their love. He stuffed them into his arms one by one, and hugged each item. , that fell down again.

He picked up this one, and the other one fell because of the tilted angle. After picking it up for a while, the setting sun suddenly bumped into the table next to it.

He stood up and rubbed his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a book on the table. The handwriting on it looked like it was new.

He became interested, put down the piles of things in his arms, and went to read the contents of the book.

Unexpectedly, there was no secret script left on the book, only a paragraph of crazy handwriting.

Three lives, three lives, three dreams, only the soul, not the body, then I will give up the body and only cultivate the soul.

This idea is not crazy. Some people have thought about it before, and they all died without exception.

"Liu Wanjun..." Setting Yang stroked the writing on it in a daze.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew away the pages of the book, and the sound of pages turning quickly sounded until it stopped at the last page, leaving a line of words on it.

I am always here……

"I'm always there, never go away."

(Finish)

Extra

Setting Yang came in from outside the door, took off his clothes as he walked, and took off all his clothes in a short while.

A vague figure on the bed stared unconsciously, watching without blinking.

Setting Sun sat on the recliner by the window, patted his thighs, "Either sit up and move by yourself, or get out and close the door."

Liu Wanjun gave in.