Lord is the devil

Several people immediately looked at him with disdain, and they pretended to be brothers. As usual, the two of them walked aside, holding Liu Wanjun's shoulders, for fear that he would run away.

They pushed Liu Wanjun to a corner very cooperatively, and touched his clothes by himself, "Where is the spirit stone hidden?"

"It's in the savings bag." Liu Wanjun told them on his own initiative.

"Hey, this kid is quite obedient." As soon as the words came out, there was a burst of laughter.

Another person came up, pulled off the savings bag hanging from Liu Wanjun's waist, and squeezed it, "It's so shriveled, it looks like there's nothing good about it."

He untied the pocket of the savings bag, turned it over and poured out a small pile of spirit stones, counting only a few hundred.

"I got it today, one hundred and eight, and the eight left over from last month." Liu Wanjun told him, "This is all my belongings, oh, and this sword."

Because the magic sword is a fairy artifact, ordinary savings bags can't fit in it at all, and it will be broken by it every time, so Liu Wanjun has been hanging around his waist and wrapped with cloth strips. The cloth strips are very old, so it looks like a sword. It's not a good thing either.

One of those people took the sword in his hand, and untied a circle of cloth strips, and there was another circle inside. Just undoing the cloth strips made him very impatient, "What kind of broken thing is wrapped so tightly?"

When he was untying the last layer, suddenly a withered hand held his, and the old grandfather sweeping the floor in front of the sect appeared behind him with a broom, "Young man, this sword is very fierce, you can't see it."

"Old man, mind your own business..., ah!" He screamed, and he fell out with several people.

A few people got up from the ground in embarrassment, their bodies were sore, and they lost their attack power with just one move. They fell on the ground and could hardly get up. Take the humiliation, so with a cold snort, he led his subordinates away.

Liu Wanjun looked at the sweeping grandfather in puzzlement, "Why did you save me?"

The old man shook his head, "I'm not saving you, I'm saving them."

"Then why do you want to save them?" Liu Wanjun corrected himself, "They are arrogant and domineering, they always steal other people's spirit stones, steal other people's credits, they do all sorts of crimes, and they are heinous. Why do you save such people?"

"Although they have done all kinds of evil things, they didn't kill anyone. The crime is not worthy of death." The old man supported the broom, "Since they robbed your spirit stone, you can get it back. Why did you kill them?"

"I'm here to avoid future troubles, so that no one in the future will be hurt." Liu Wanjun stretched out his hand, and the magic sword swished back to his palm, "The reason why you stopped me must be because you don't know the pain of being robbed. I almost gave up my cultivation, just a little bit."

"When I was robbed, I wished that someone would save me, but no, no one.

Not only that, they also stood by and made sarcastic remarks, look, that is the trash Liu Wanjun, why didn't you kill him, you are wasting resources to live.

You know how much I hate them and wish they were dead, why can they watch me suffer?Why no sympathy?Why not say a few words of encouragement?Maybe I don't hate them so much, and you, why didn't you stand up at that time? "His emotions were almost out of control, his temples were throbbing, and his blood vessels burst in pain.

"Because you can only see their money, Quan, children of the Han family like us are nothing in your eyes!" Liu Wanjun screamed, completely losing his mind.

"If you save them, I will kill you, because you have eyes but can't see clearly."

Suddenly, a smear of red stained the white wall, and the old man's blood spurted and sprayed on it.

boom!He fell down, hitting his head on the stone brick with a loud noise.

Liu Wanjun fell to the ground and covered his face with his pale hands, "I killed someone again."

After disposing of the corpse, he returned to his residence in a daze, forgetting to even say hello to his master.

He has always been like this recently, there seems to be a demon in his heart, climbing up from the abyss from time to time, occupying the dominance of his thinking, making him kill non-stop, and his hands are covered with blood.

But he is also forced. If no one provokes him, he would rather not kill anyone, but why does someone always provoke him?Push him to a dead end, and turn him into this man, ghost and ghost!

Their hands are covered with blood, their thoughts are evil and frightening, and they often lose control of their emotions, all of which are their fault.

He lied to himself like this, and then fell asleep with peace of mind.

It was another night, Liu Wanjun got up from the bed, and after washing up, he went to the setting sun's room in a familiar way. Recently, he has been coming here all the time, and the maids outside the door all know about it.

The setting sun in the house heard the movement, but ignored it, still looking out of the window, there is a small pond outside the window, the pond is full of lotus, two maids rolled up their sleeves, braided their trouser legs and went down to the pond, picking lotus seeds, laughter, beauty , lotus, lotus seeds, the setting sun seems to have realized something.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his body, and Liu Wanjun pressed his face behind him, "I miss you so much." He said sullenly.

Setting Yang glanced at the arm that was trapping his body, and deftly avoided it with force, "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Wanjun didn't care either, he moved a bench and sat down, "I always dream about blood and murder, and I'm afraid, so I ask you to comfort me." He noticed Can Yang's gaze, "What are you looking at?"

"Landscape?" He tilted his head to look, "I also want to be the scenery in your eyes."

He suddenly stood up, walked outside the door, drove away a few maidservants in the pond, then rolled up his sleeves and trousers and went into the water. I have to say that during this period of time, he has become a lot paler and his temperament has changed a lot. Although he is a man, he is unexpectedly There is a sense of beauty.

Setting Yang squinted his eyes, he didn't understand why he had such an idea, but he knew that this idea was wrong.

"In this way, I am your scenery, and I see me in your eyes." Liu Wanjun looked at the setting sun intently, and suddenly lowered his body to pick a lotus flower, and put it next to his ear, "Is the flower more beautiful or am I more beautiful?"

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, unexpectedly a bit willful, "If you say the flowers are beautiful, I will destroy all the flowers."

Setting Yang shook his head, not to be threatened by him, and poured cold water into his expectant eyes, "The flowers are beautiful."

Liu Wanjun was still smiling, and his smile seemed dazzling under the sun. A blue light gathered in his hand, and he suddenly threw it into the pond. The blue light quickly spread, like a drop of ink, which fell into the water at once, and turned black. All pool water.

The flowers are dead, the lotus is scattered, Liu Wanjun stands beside the withered lotus, smiling brightly, "Am I more beautiful or the flower is more beautiful?"

"Boring." Setting Yang turned around, went back to the room, randomly picked out a book in front of a bookshelf, and was about to take it down, when suddenly a hand pressed his hand and stuffed the book back.

"Am I pretty or are flowers pretty?" Liu Wanjun half-encircled him from behind, "I want to be your landscape, can you praise me?"

Setting Yang glanced at him, reluctantly replied, "You look good."

Liu Wanjun suddenly burst into laughter, and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Look, I'm just so easy to please."

The so-called one white cover one hundred ugliness, Liu Wanjun has practiced the yin and yang conversion skills of the yin and yang sages, he can convert men and women by himself, and he can also adjust the extreme yin and extreme yang qi in his body, when the extreme yin qi exceeds the extreme yang qi At that time, his complexion and brows were softer than that of ordinary men, but this softness was not like that of a woman, it just made him look a little gentler, not a mother.

After Liu Wanjun achieved his goal, he no longer pestered the setting sun.

"I won't force you. One day you will be willing to be with me." He left and jumped out of the window. With a flash of his figure, he landed on the lotus leaves in the pond. He tapped his toes, and the lotus flowers slowly emerged again. Green, and then spread out from him as the center, more and more green, and finally returned to the original.

The lotus has always been known as the silt but not stained. At this time, the lotus leaves are in full bloom on the lake, and the lotus is hidden in it. The head is close to the water, like a shy girl.

Setting Yang withdrew his gaze, although his face was expressionless, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, "Evil Demon Assembly."

"En?" Elder Pu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, "My lord is going to deal with Liu Wanjun, and it's also because Liu Wanjun has gone too far recently, always messing around, and finally the lord can't help it."

The demon slaying conference has now reached a certain scale. At first, it was only a team composed of a few people. Later, when the relatives who were killed came, the scale of the demon slaying conference became larger and larger.

After all, the magic sword was born, and basically all young people from the six realms couldn't bear the loneliness and ran out, although some hadn't arrived yet, or were stuck on the road.But there were tens of thousands of people who died that day alone. The so-called you have a backer, and I have a backer. When the family members of tens of thousands of people came, they found that their disciples, relatives, and friends died here. Naturally, there is another reason. That is the magic sword. The magic sword is very powerful in the hands of the master of the magic sword. If it falls into their hands...

It is for this reason that more and more people participated in the Demon Slayer Conference. In the end, in order to prevent those who lacked ability from delivering food to the Demon Sword, the participants were all at the Nascent Soul Stage, and there were only a few Golden Core Stages. The strength is even better than the ordinary methods of the Nascent Soul Stage, such as the white lotus.

Bai Lianhua's little brother Tao An never came back after going out that night. According to the evidence left at the scene, he was suspected to have been killed, and the murderer pointed directly at the Lord of the Demon Sword, but only Can Yang knew that Liu Wanjun was the Lord of the Demon Sword. host.

Originally, as long as the setting sun told Liu Wanjun that he was the master of the Demon Sword, someone would naturally deal with him, but if this was the case, the relationship between their masters would not be able to continue. If Liu Wanjun hid, he might not have a chance to find him in the future.

Because of the gathering of masters, the Demon Slayer Conference is very easy to find. Even a blind person can find a large group of Nascent Soul stage auras.

The setting sun didn't make any pretense, because your status here is not enough, and you are at the Golden Core stage, you will be looked down upon by others, so he didn't plan to personally deal with Liu Wanjun, but he was planning to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Now it's not worth him alone wanting Liu Wanjun's life, it's everyone who wants his life.

After the setting sun reported his name, the gatekeeper let him in. When he entered, he was discussing how to kill the Demon Sword Lord.

"Everyone, don't worry, my master is a master in the stage of transforming gods. The master of the magic sword killed the closed disciple of my master. My little brother, the master is very angry. He will be able to rush to the magic mountain in a few days to do justice for the heavens."

"My father said that the demonic sword is powerful, and the evil spirit is difficult to control. The master of the demonic sword must have been absorbed by the evil spirit of the demonic sword, and his relatives will not recognize him. We must kill him before he and the demonic sword can completely recognize the master. "

"That's right, the magic sword is a magic weapon. If it is refined and recognized by a monk who is less than the Nascent Soul stage, its power will inevitably drop a few levels, otherwise the first person to die will be the master of the magic sword. The Lord of Swords is the weakest and our best chance."

"But even so, we are not the opponent of the master of the magic sword. The magic sword is too strong, and it has surpassed the scope of ordinary fairy weapons."

"With our current strength, we can't kill him, but we can hold him back so that he can't fully integrate with the magic sword during this period of time."

"But... how to hold him back? He comes and goes without a trace, aimlessly, he comes and leaves whenever he wants, we can't find him at all."

"This..., this is the problem."

"I have an idea, I don't know if I should say it or not?" Setting Yang took the initiative to speak out.

When others saw that he was in the Golden Core stage, and he was not at all stage fright in a room full of Nascent Soul stages, they immediately understood that he was also a young genius.

"Speak." An old man with a white beard raised his hand and motioned for him to say.

Setting Yang put his hands behind his back, calm and composed, "It's not difficult to lure him out, maybe everyone hasn't noticed that the Lord of the Demon Sword doesn't kill people at will, every time he kills people who have found evidence, in order to cover up this, he It will kill everyone nearby, and it looks like it’s a random crime, so as long as we spread the news that we have found evidence, he will definitely be hooked.”

"En?" Everyone nodded, thinking it made sense, "Continue."

"It's not enough to lure him into the bait, if he runs away, where do we go to find him, so at this time we need Senior Brother Bai Lianhua's eloquence.

The scent of mouth is a tracking technique, which can sense the opponent's position within a thousand miles. With the scent of mouth, we can know his position at any time, Senior Brother Bai Lianhua, am I right? "The setting sun looked at the white lotus.

Bai Lianhua chuckled, "That's right."

His eloquence was only revealed once in front of the setting sun, that was when he poisoned Ba Xia in the Dragon Palace. In fact, what he poisoned was not the poison, but the tracking mark.

After all, Baxia is the son of a divine beast, with a strong bloodline. Although the injury he suffered that day was serious, it was not enough to kill him, and he would recover in a short time. At that time, there will be another battle between dragons and tigers, so the white lotus fell on him. In order to track the imprint, when he sees the imprint appearing within a thousand miles, he quickly hides to avoid being chased and beaten.

If it wasn't for the Devil Sword, maybe the two of them wouldn't get together.

"The magic sword is extremely powerful, and the master of the magic sword who owns the magic sword has also risen with the tide, but the body of the magic sword is inserted ten miles horizontally and weighs [-] tons, which requires extremely high control over its master.

It is only a matter of recent days that the master of the magic sword recognizes the master of the magic sword. He is not familiar with the magic sword, and the hand holding the sword is bound to be unstable. "The setting sun looked at another person in the crowd, "At this time, it is necessary for Master Ruthless and Master Wuyu to join forces.

The ruthless son cultivates the ruthless way, which can control the seven emotions of people, and the ruthless son, who cultivates the ruthless way, can control the six desires of people. Together, the two of them can control the emotions of the master of the magic sword in a short period of time, and then use the ruthless chain, No desire to lock the attack, it will definitely be able to knock down the magic sword, the master of the magic sword without the magic sword, there is no reason for his cultivation, any one of us can let this son's blood splatter on the spot. "

"That's right, this way we can take down the Lord of the Demon Sword without the seniors of the transformation stage coming."

"That's right, why don't we just have nothing to do, why don't we prepare and set up a trap three days later to lure the Lord of the Demon Sword to take the bait?"

"Okay, let's do that."

"Thank you, Junior Brother Zhaoyuan, for making the plan."

"You're welcome!" Setting Yang politely said, then got up to leave.

He walked out of the Demon Slayer Conference, staring into the distance in a daze, suddenly took a deep breath, and sighed slightly, "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes."

Another night, Liu Wanjun ran over as usual, he ran more and more frequently, just like his own home, because he no longer liked the daytime, so every time he came at night.

As usual, he brought his own jug and wine glass, and sat on the roof of the setting sun waiting for him.

As soon as Can Yang entered the courtyard, he heard his shout, "Master, come up and have a seat."

His name is Master, not Dragon Emperor.

The setting sun jumped up and landed on the eaves of the roof, "Today I went to the demon exorcism conference."

Liu Wanjun's movements froze, but then he returned to his natural state, "And then?"

"Then make a plan for them, first lure the Lord of the Demon Sword out, and then let the white lotus's mouth-breathing fragrance technique follow the mark, and finally arouse his emotions ruthlessly and make him lose control." After a pause, the setting sun Continue, "I'll be a part of that too."

The wine in Liu Wanjun's hand was spilled all over the place, he panicked and quickly raised his hand to wipe it, but no matter how clean it was, there would still be traces of wine stains, "Master, do you want the Lord of the Demon Sword to die too? "

"think."

"why?"

"I'll tell you later." Setting Yang turned to look at him, "It's late at night, you should go back!"

This conversation ended here. For the next few days, Liu Wanjun didn't come. He didn't know what he was thinking or what he was doing?

Three days later, many masters rubbed their fists and stared at each other, waiting for the Lord of the Demon Sword to take the bait, they had already released the news that they had invited Elder Pu Gong of the Qiankun Sect, and his apprentice Pu Yizi, and the two hurried from the demon world to the cultivation world. , they arrived at the Magic Ridge non-stop.

The compass starts, the huge hour hand moves, and what happened in the past reveals the tip of the iceberg.

"Look, it's our son."

"And my apprentice."

"It's my junior brother, that's my junior brother."

There is a huge light curtain, and people walk from it from time to time. Because of the tyranny of the magic sword, with a sweep of the sword, all traces of history disappear without a trace, so they did not use it in the place where the magic sword was wanton. The backlight technique, but set up the backlight technique at the intersection where everyone came.

Because the Magic Ridge is in the middle of the mountains, it is bound to take a long detour if you take other roads. Most people will choose the main road, which is the road they are standing on now.

"I hope that big devil will come out of this way."

Because everyone around is dead, as long as someone walks out of the magic mountain, that person is the murderer, so everyone gathers here, waiting to see the true face of Lushan, the master of the magic sword.

Boss Pugong let out a shout, the light in his hand was even brighter, and the scenery inside the light curtain was also skipping quickly.

The main road also changed from people coming and going to gradually no one passing by. Suddenly, the world inside the light curtain shook. After a brief loss of contact, the scene became clear again. The figure came.

He was half hidden in the darkness, and he could not see his figure clearly. Only the faint light emitted by the magic sword could identify him.

"It's the magic sword." Everyone gasped for breath, seeing the power of the magic sword.

The figure slowly came out from the darkness, first the feet, then the legs, and then the upper body, just take another step to see his whole picture.

But at this moment, the huge light curtain shook, and then it broke with a bang because of the strong attack.

A figure appeared from behind the light curtain, wrapped in a black cloak, holding a huge sword in his hand, the sword energy swept across everything, invincible.

"Lord of the Demon Sword! You are indeed here."

"Stop him now."

"Follow the plan, don't panic."

There was a commotion at the scene, and many people's palms broke out in cold sweat. The Lord of the Demon Sword had a fierce reputation, so they couldn't help but not be afraid.

Even the monks in the Yuanying stage died at his hands, and even some celebrities who were seniors to them.Although they were well prepared and had cards, they still couldn't help but have stage fright in the face of this big devil.

"Fix the formation." In the panic, someone shouted, and the chaotic crowd immediately calmed down, accepted the arrangement, and formed the formation together with others.

When people are in a panic, if someone is calmer than themselves and can cope with it more easily, they will involuntarily listen to his arrangements. This is an instinct. When you are in danger, you trust someone who gives you a sense of security.

"Ten Square Formation for Exterminating Demons!" This formation was left by the master of the formation, and it was provided by a family member who was killed. It is so helpful to them and has been practiced for several days.

The figure of the white lotus came out from the crowd, "Master of the Demon Sword, I only ask you, why did you kill my junior brother?"

The master of the magic sword slowly turned his gaze to him, and said calmly, "Do you believe me when I say I forgot?"

Bai Lianhua clenched her fists, her face was gloomy, and she suddenly sneered, "Okay, I forgot, you killed so many people, so naturally you don't remember who my little brother is! Today we set up a net, you can't fly."

The Lord of the Demon Sword didn't answer, nor did he quibble, because just like what he said, he forgot, forgot whether he had killed someone, or he had no memory during the whole process of killing, and his consciousness was blurred. , everything is too late, things are different.

Suddenly, a silver chain shot out, hitting the right hand of the Demon Sword Master holding the sword, ding, the silver chain collided with the Demon Sword, the Demon Sword was fine, but the silver chain broke every inch, but at that moment, the Demon Sword Master hesitated, and At that moment, let everyone see hope.

"Ancestor please come out."

"My master is here too."

"There are so many stages of transformation, the breath is so scary, let's retreat."

Several figures suddenly flew out of the crowd, there were men and women, there were six or seven of them in detail, they surrounded from all directions, forming a circle, enclosing the Lord of the Demon Sword in the middle.

"Juniors step back, we are here."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had prepared a lot, they were unavoidably frightened when facing the Lord of the Demon Sword.

The evil spirit of the magic sword is too strong, the master of the magic sword holds the evil sword, and the evil spirit enters his body, forming a hostile energy, invincible and omnipotent.

"We retreated 100 meters away to avoid being injured by the air machine here."

There is a big gap between the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage and the Nascent Soul Stage, and a few small realms. People with insufficient cultivation are easily affected, and it is not worthwhile to accidentally shake the heart.