Lord is the devil

He turned his head abruptly, and happened to see Wucai holding a sword, stabbing stably with the sword, Shangxu raised his hand to block it, he blocked it at will, and naturally it couldn't be compared with Wucai's long-planned sword.

"Get out of the way." With a fierce look in his eyes, Wucai pushed him away, and attacked Mu Kexin who was behind him, "Damn this woman for seducing you."

Mu Kexin has never seen such a scene before. Wucai has been fighting for a long time, and he has a fierce aura in his body. Although Mu Kexin is also the proud son of Wushuangzong, but he is only ten years old, he is no match for Wucai.

His brows showed hostility, and he gave a fierce look, Mu Kexin felt that he couldn't breathe, and fell to the ground, his face paled in fright, and the pearl hairpins on his head collided with each other due to the violent shaking, making a nice sound.

"Stop." Shangxu stepped forward, stopping Wucai again, "Don't do stupid things."

"I didn't do anything stupid. I know what I'm doing. As long as you kill her, no one will seduce you anymore." Wucai Jianguang bypassed him and continued to attack Mu Kexin.

Shangxu's two fingers paralleled each other, and suddenly touched the sword, the sword trembled for a while, he took the opportunity to use the handprint of driving the sword, Wucai sword was finally controlled, stopped in mid-air and did not listen to the command of the sword spirit.

"It's my idea not to care about her. You stop now. Besides, even if you kill her, it won't help. There are too many women in the world. If I kill her, I'll find another one."

Wucai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "You reminded me, well, go find one, I'll kill one if you find one, and kill two if you find two, until there is no more woman in this world."

The fierce light in his eyes was even stronger, and the hostility between his brows was almost substantive.

"You lunatic." The handprints in Shangxu's hand knotted faster and faster, and Wucai had been resisting his control. At this time, he was showing pain, his body was trembling, and Shangxu was not feeling well, he was gasping for breath, but He couldn't bear to look like a talentless person, and his fingers involuntarily slowed down a bit.

Wucai was panting, and suddenly broke through his bondage, and stabbed at him with a sword. Mu Ke's legs and feet were weak from fright. She sat on the ground and kept backing away, but the effect was minimal, and she couldn't dodge Wucai's sword no matter what. gas range.

Wucai's eyes were full of madness, his face was no longer as handsome as before, but only ferocious.

Suddenly a figure stood in front of him, and Wu Cai's sword stopped again, "Wu Cai, don't, I promise it won't happen again next time, from now on there will only be you alone."

Wucai was confused for a moment, this has always been his goal, as long as Shangxu is the only one, and they are always together, why kill this woman?

He slowly put down the sword, and suddenly came to his senses, the Wucai sword in his hand almost lost control, "You lied to me, you let me go for her, and now you are going to lie to me for her."

Wucai's hands trembled violently, "I can listen to you in everything, but not this time."

With all his strength and the strongest supernatural power, he stabbed fiercely with the sword. The sword pierced into his body, and blood flowed out along the slender blade. Wucai's eyes widened, "I...I...I'm not On purpose, why did you block it?"

Wucai sword has killed too many bad guys, their unwillingness and resentment are all condensed on it, and the fatal blow is when the evil spirit enters the body. Wucai hurriedly pulled out the Wucai sword, took off his clothes and covered his stomach The wound on the stomach, the blood flowed out through the clothes, dripping on the gorgeous flowers, the fragile flowers could not bear the weight, the blood rolled down from the petals, hit the ground, and the ground was soon full of blood puddles.

Shangxu's eyes turned black for a while, and finally he couldn't stand still and fell backwards. Wucai caught his body and lay him sideways on the ground, with his head resting on his lap.

He never messed up when he killed an enemy on the battlefield, and he never got messed up in his narrow escape. Only at this moment, he was flustered, "Master..."

"Don't be afraid." Shang Xu's forehead was sweating, his fingers trembled, but he still tried his best to hold Wucai's hand tightly, "Go and call Elder Ying."

Elder Ying is the alchemy master of the Wushuang sect. Thousands of years ago, the seven sects were originally a family with the domain name of the Wushuang sect.

Elder Ying is the head of the alchemy hall, Wucai was flustered for a moment, he lost his sense of propriety, he didn't know what to do, he nodded blankly, "Okay, I'll go, I'll go."

He looked up in a panic, and suddenly found that Mu Kexin was still there. She was still a little afraid of lack of talent, but she cared more about Shangxu's safety, "I'll go! You take good care of him here."

She ran away in a hurry, ignoring her talents, and he hugged Shang Xu in a panic. Now he has calmed down a bit, "If you die, I will bury you with you."

He hugged Shangxu even tighter, and just sat there quietly, with a serene face, "It's been a long time since I watched the scenery with you like this, you are always entangled in world affairs, you were called away by the elder today, and you will be called away by the head teacher tomorrow , There are also a group of brothers and sisters around you on weekdays, and the time I spend with you is getting shorter and shorter before I know it.

I look forward to you coming to me every day, from dawn to dusk, finally waiting for you to come back, but you try your best to drive me away.Is it because I'm not a woman and don't understand tenderness like water, so you don't like me. "

"Don't hate me, okay? I'm most afraid that you hate me. I don't need my relatives or friends, but I can't live without you."

"You are my sky, you are my land, and the only light in my world. If you are gone, my existence will be meaningless. Don't die, okay?"

Shangxu's consciousness was a little fuzzy, he could only vaguely hear Wucai's voice, as if it came from the sky, with a response, giving him the last support.

"Okay..." After saying this word, he finally couldn't resist the darkness, and his consciousness fell into a coma.

The elders finally came, and hurriedly fed Shangxu one by one precious pills, Shangxu's complexion looked much better, his heartbeat stabilized a bit, and his pulse returned to normal.

With the support of the elders, Mu Kexin became more courageous, explained the ins and outs clearly, and immediately pointed the finger at Wucai.

The elder yelled, "You have no talent, are you guilty?"

"Convicted." Wucai sat on the grass, staring at Shangxu's pale face, if it wasn't for him, Shangxu would not have been injured.

The elder followed his gaze, and patiently explained to him, "Shangxu is not in danger for the time being, but you, you have evil spirits, and you will lose control if you get emotional, and I'm afraid you will hurt him again. In my opinion, it's better Go to Xixin Jiange to raise her for two days."

"Okay." Wu Cai took the initiative to stand up and followed the other elder cooperatively, only paused when Shang Xu's body was carried away.

The Xixin Jiange is called Xixin if it sounds good, but it is dedicated to detaining deviant sword spirits.

He has never been there before. Although the previous Shangxu kept complaining that he was not a woman, he had never found a woman. Now Shangxu suddenly sent him to find a woman. He couldn't accept it, he was afraid, he was worried that Shangxu would not want her He just happened to have accumulated evil energy for a long time to take advantage of the void, so he was controlled by the evil energy, and he missed and hurt Shang Xu.

There is no light on all sides in the Xixin Pavilion, there is only endless darkness, countless swords are inserted into the ground, the ears of wheat sway with the whistling wind, and the sound of collision is very like crying.

Some of the swords here were abandoned by their masters, and some were crooked swords. They were suppressed here, and there were many other sword spirits like him who were deviant and did not listen to their master's command.

In the darkness, there was no light, no people, only a lot of voices whispering, discussing him as a newcomer.

"The new guy is crazy. He has been writing and drawing non-stop since he came in. It must be more than two months now!"

"Hands are worn out. I just heard the sound of water. It should be his blood. This kid has trained his spirit body to a real body at a young age. It's not easy."

"I think this sword is only a hundred years old at most, but the evil spirit of this sword body may not be comparable to the predecessors who have been around for thousands of years or tens of thousands of years."

"Hey, newcomer." Suddenly, a flash of light spread out, and a sword spirit appeared, calling Wucai loudly. He increased his strength and brought the light on the sword to the extreme. The light scattered, illuminating the surroundings. It also illuminated the wall, and I saw three words written all over the wall, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong."

The entire wall is covered with these three words, and Wucai is squatting in the corner, still writing non-stop. He remembers that whenever he made a mistake, the master would punish him for writing these three words, which filled the entire book. Will be very amused by him, and then forgive him.

He thought it could be done this time, so he wrote desperately. He didn't use a pen or a sword, but used his fingers. He has turned the virtual into reality, has all the characteristics of a fleshy body, has needs, wants to eat, wants to drink Water, too, bleeds.

He remembered the pain of rubbing his fingertips against the wall, and punished himself in this way, and he would never do anything to hurt his master again.

He has a strong physical body, every time his fingertips are scratched and the bones are seen, he will recover immediately, and then he will be scratched and exposed again, and this is repeated and the cycle is endless.

"Call you, dumb?" A stone picked up from nowhere hit Wucai on the head, Wucai was stunned for a moment, his face was pale, and he collapsed against the wall as if suddenly collapsed. He has been writing non-stop for more than two months, and the continuous blood flow has caused him to be seriously injured. He never cared about his body, so he didn't realize that he was almost collapsed until he stopped.

Even if he finds out, he still doesn't care. If no one in this world cares about him, then what's the use of him caring about himself?

What purpose does he live for?

Why live?

He was born only because of the master's constant anticipation, guarding day and night, telling him stories about their future regardless of day and night.

It can be said that he was born for the master, and everything he owns belongs to the master. Similarly, he hopes that everything the master owns is also his, but the reality is unequal. He is just a sword, but the master is a human being. There are friends, relatives, and other instruments. Although none of them have produced a spirit, it is enough to show that he is not the only master.

Wucai shrank himself into a corner, with his head resting on his knees, it was dark here, he didn't know the time, only the water dripping from time to time in the darkness could prove the time.

One drop, two drops, one hundred drops, ten thousand drops, life without talent is in a daze.

"What time is it? How long have I been here?" He didn't know anything.

The other sword spirit who has been trying to talk to him for the past few days hastily replied, "If you count the days, it seems like it's been three months!"

"Three months?" Three months has passed so long, as difficult as a lifetime, Wucai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "Three months, it has been three months, three months ago, the master and Manjusri made an agreement There will be a big battle in three months, and the day is yesterday, I have already missed it?"

He stood up suddenly, flustered, "No, no, the master will definitely wait for me, and he will be fine."

Manjusri and Shangxu have been fighting for a long time. During the complete victory period, Wucai was even a tie. Now Wucai is gone, and the master is injured again.

He was even more flustered, and without even thinking about it, he pulled out the sword on his back, and attacked the protective formation, one by one formations lit up, the protective formation opened, and countless runes appeared, like an unattainable city wall , Surround them, and no one is allowed to go out.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't open it, this formation was made by the immortal himself, not to mention you, even the most powerful sword here can't break it."

Wucai stopped his movements, stood in the center of the formation and looked up, "What if we add together?"

"You want to join forces with us?" Another Qi Ling was surprised.

"No, you misunderstood, what I mean is, I swallowed you all, am I qualified to break this formation?"

"You..." The sword was only shocked for a moment before completely losing consciousness.

□□On the slope, two embarrassed people stood side by side and looked at each other.There are many people watching the battle around. For them, there are a lot of advantages in this kind of master's battle. They can know the strength of that realm in advance.

Shangxu and Manjusri are on opposite sides. The day and night of war made them exhausted, and their faces were bleak.

Manjusri is holding a Happy Fan, with his hands behind his back. He is wearing a moon-white brocade crane cloak with scattered flowers, a crow blue auspicious cloud pattern gold belt tied around his waist, long wind-like hair, and a pair of attractive phoenix eyes. It's really polite and dignified.

Xiaoyao put away the fan with a sound, and Manjusri took a step forward, "Brother Shangxu, we have been fighting for a day and a night, but we have not yet decided a winner, how about this, we will win or lose with one move, life or death depends on this One trick, how about it?"

"Alright." Shang Xu held a sword in his hand, it's not that he is incapable of matching swords, and the Gu Yan sword he taught, this sword is not suitable for him, but he has no other choice.

"The sword in your hand is not suitable for you. If it's a comparison of weapons, I won't be able to win. How about this, you don't use the Gu Yan Sword, and I don't use the Xiaoyao Fan. We will use our magical powers to determine the outcome."

Shangxu bowed respectfully, "Brother Wenshu is a gentleman, Shangxu admires."

"Since you agree, let's start!" After he finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Although there were crowds of people watching, no one spoke at this moment.

The wind picked up the corners of their clothes, and the belts were flying. Gentlemen always like to hang ornaments such as jade pendants on their waists. The purse on their waists was too light, and it was also crumbling by the wind. He pulled it off and stroked it. He still remembered that Wu Cai embroidered the pattern on it when he first learned how to embroider. The needle and thread were crooked and the pattern was blurry.

He smiled, put the purse in his arms, and stuck it to his heart, "I don't know how Wucai is doing now, Xixin Pavilion must be hard to treat."

The other jade flute on Manjusri's waist was blown by the wind, making a humming sound, very much like a woman's euphemistic cry.

"My technique is called three disasters and eight disasters. It is the evolution of the three disasters and six disasters. It is also created by my whole life. The three disasters are natural disasters, earth disasters, *, and six disasters are birth, old age, sickness, and death. , Clothing, food, housing, and transportation. People are born, old, sick, and dying, and they will also be troubled by food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Ordinary people can do it, and immortals can do it too. Let you try it today."

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, with Manjusri as the center, spreading outwards, and soon wrapped up to Shangxu's location.

Shangxu only felt that he was very small. In the face of natural disasters, land disasters, and *, at that moment, he was in a very delicate state.

From birth, to getting old, to getting sick, he was troubled by board, lodging, and transportation, and finally died slowly in front of the horrible natural disasters, as if he really died, without a sound.

He felt a sense of confusion, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know who he was?Why does it exist?He could only feel his heartbeat, bang, bang, it was beating slowly but steadily.

"The sword goes up to the sky." Shangxu yelled loudly, woke up from that state, did not use any weapons, he only relied on the sword energy in his body to fight, and saw small sword energy gathered into a huge The giant sword, with a tearing sound, split the entire sky, first a small gap, then slowly split, and finally disappeared one by one.

Shang Xu just came out of that dead and confused state, and felt cold sweat profusely.Looking up and looking up, Manjusri was also uncomfortable. Like Shang Xu, he didn't use any weapons, and only relied on his physical body to resist.

Manjusri is a gentleman, and he never cheats on what he promises. For this kind of gentleman, Shangxu also admires him very much.

The giant sword slashed down, and there was only a sound of tearing, and a huge opening was opened from Manjusri's left shoulder to his right waist. His clothes were torn, revealing fair skin and a pair of organs that should not belong to men.

Manjusri didn't panic, she just turned her head to cover her head, her long hair was scattered, and the bundle of hair was blowing away with the wind, and when she turned her head again, she was that handsome young man again.

But Shang Xu was stunned, "Woman?"

The onlookers were also stunned, "It's actually a woman?"

"My God, the genius who is on par with Senior Shangxu is actually a woman!"

"No one has discovered it for so many years."

"It's also that she is too powerful. No one has ever hurt her."

There are many ways to change gender in the world of comprehension. Although not all of them can be done thoroughly, it is still possible to cover up. However, this method is not long-lasting after all. If it is severely injured, it will become a prototype, just like the setting sun , he fought against the Holy Mother of Tianshan, and when he encountered a powerful attack, he was beaten back to his nine-year-old appearance in one fell swoop.

The same is true for Manjusri. She was under a powerful attack, and she couldn't maintain her disguise for a while, and she didn't show her originality. However, she has been pretending to be a man for hundreds of years. Still being seen by others.

"You are actually a woman?" A woman in the crowd looked at her in disbelief, "You are my fiancé, but you are a woman? My fiancé is actually a woman just like me."

She remembered that the day before the competition, when the refined Manjusri was walking on the street, countless people turned their heads in amazement, and she got angry at them dissatisfied, "Manjusri is mine, no one is allowed to look at it, or I will poach your eyes."

The entire Nine Suns Realm knew about her willfulness and her status, so she couldn't be easily offended, so they all endured it silently.

It is also for the face of Mr. Manjusri, everyone said that Mrs. Manjusri treats people politely, is humble, and is a person who does great things. Even though he knows that his fiancée is messing around, he can only apologize to everyone alone with a wry smile.

"Qian'er is not sensible, I hope you don't mind, and I will sit and have a drink at Qingyun Peak in another day."

She pouted, and pulled up his sleeve in dissatisfaction to act coquettishly, "Why do you apologize to these untouchables, Brother Wenshu, we agreed to go to the clear water hot spring today..."

"Qian'er." He lowered his face with his usual temper, "Quickly apologize to fellow daoists!"

"You...you are murdering me?" Qian'er looked aggrieved, with an expression of disbelief.

Tears flowed down her face, she stomped her feet and ran out, her eyes were covered with tears, she didn't know where she ran, and she didn't stop until she ran out of the field.

The sky was pitch black, and the surrounding scene was strange and terrifying. The faint black wind was blowing, like the cry of a female ghost, and the cry of wild beasts came from a distance, which frightened her to slow down her steps.Suddenly the ground collapsed, revealing a big hole underneath, which was a trap set by hunters to catch large wild animals in the forest.There are sharp weapons stuck in the hole, and the sharp edge is cold in the moonlight.

She stepped on the ground and fell down involuntarily. During the whole process, she only had time to scream.

Suddenly, a hand as white as jade grasped her wrist, her waist tightened, and she had been rescued by Manjusri.

She stared blankly at Manjusri's jade-like face, hugged his neck and burst into tears, even if he was beaten to death, she would not come down.

"Come down." Manjusri's jade-like face tensed up.

"If you don't get down, you won't get down." Not only did she not get down, she also took the opportunity to eat tofu and touched Manju's chest with her hands and feet.

Manjusri's eyes were full of helplessness, "Female hooligan."

She was dissatisfied and retorted, "What's wrong with the female hooligan? I'm a hooligan. You're a man. You won't suffer if you touch me a few times."

Manjusri sighed, saying that he was not kind to others, "You, I can't say no to you."

It's just such a man who dotes on her so much and indulges her willfulness. The person she has always liked is a woman. Qian'er can't accept it.

Even now, the liar looked at her with a frown, "Silly girl, don't cry, don't look, trust me."

"Okay, I won't cry, I won't watch, I believe you." She wiped away her tears, closed her eyes, even though the facts were in front of her, she still chose to believe him.

There was wind blowing across her cheeks, and the sound of sword energy transforming into form could be heard.

"For hundreds of years, I have forgotten that I am a daughter." She heard her sweetheart say this.

"Le Manjusri, you have committed such a heinous crime that you have concealed it for hundreds of years."

"This woman is quite ambitious and has a deep scheming mind. She was seriously injured today. Why don't we keep her today, otherwise we will let a woman crawl on top of us in the future."

"Senior Shangxu, according to me, it is better to kill her, or be ridden on the head by a woman in the future."

"In the ancient literature, a woman who has no talent is a virtue, and such a woman is a scourge through the ages, and she cannot be kept."

Before Shang Xu could answer, Le Manju laughed suddenly, first in a low voice, then loudly, "What a grand reason, Shang Xu, what is your choice?" She suddenly turned her head to look at Shang Xu.

"Me?" Shangxu put down his sword and said what was in his heart, "Even though Brother Wenshu is a daughter, he has the ambition of a man, and acts like a gentleman. I will still treat Brother Wenshu as a brother."

Le Manjusri sighed, "You treat me like a brother, why not me."

"But reality doesn't allow you to choose." She straightened her face and shouted sharply, "Since you have discovered my secret, I have no choice but to send you on your way."

Qian'er has never heard such a voice from her sweetheart, she has only heard the sweet, magnetic, crisp sound like the collision of Zhu Yu, which is very nice, but now it is a bit low and gloomy, but she is not surprised, as if that Just like her wishful husband.

She heard the scolding of those people just now clearly, and now she can't wait to cut them into pieces. When my husband was a man, everyone praised him, he was safe, modest, and a person who did great things. The daughter scolded him for the eternal scourge, she was deeply scheming and ambitious, and she must be eliminated.

"This bunch of scumbags." She cursed angrily in her heart.