Lord is the devil

The Fox King often rushes away in despair, he originally thought he could learn some experience from Nan Feng, after all Bai Sheng is somewhat similar to Setting Yang, but the reality disappointed him.

He always likes to huddle together with the setting sun recently, even if he doesn't sleep, it's good to have a look, and both of them are practicing high-level exercises, even if they don't practice, their speed is faster than others, not to mention that they are so diligent.

Especially the setting sun, who was meditating all the time, probably to avoid himself, no matter how bastard Liu Wanjun was, he didn't dare to disturb him when he was meditating, after all, he had to be single-minded when meditating, if someone woke him up, he would accidentally go off Obsessed.

He just walked to the gate of the setting sun, wanted to see if he was meditating, if so, then sneaked in to have a look, if not, then stayed inside the house with a stern face.

His current cultivation base is especially higher than the setting sun, he is his senior, the setting sun will still give him some face.

He stood at the door and looked inside. The room was dark and he couldn't see anything. He thought that the setting sun had fallen asleep, and he was overjoyed to push the door open. Suddenly, he heard the setting sun's voice.

"I'll be with you, don't be afraid."

"Close your eyes, open them after five breaths, and you will find that the darkness is not so dark."

"Don't be afraid, Setting Sun."

The master's voice was exceptionally gentle, like a couple murmuring.

Liu Wanjun's breathing was a little heavy, red light flashed in his eyes, and his emotions became chaotic, as if he had an uncontrollable vision, setting sun?Who is the setting sun?

His knees softened, he could hardly stand, his breathing became uncontrollable, he panted heavily, and held on to the curtain, the curtain was made of wood, with many gaps, large and small, he inserted his fingers inside, His fingertips were pale because of too much force.

Headache, headache!

He covered his head and fled in a hurry. He traveled slowly and bumped into several people without stopping until he came to a small stream. Maybe there was no one around. Finally, he didn't need to pretend and knelt down with a bang, smashing Entering the water, the stream splashed up and down, with him as the center around him, and the waves spread out layer by layer.

"Why? I thought I could integrate into your life, but in the end, I was just singing a one-man show, like a clown."

Another voice came from his head, extremely evil. "Don't cry, don't be afraid, use force if you like it, destroy him if you don't get it, what's the use of confession?"

"Use force if you like it, destroy him if you don't get it..." Liu Wanjun read this sentence blankly, and suddenly laughed, "Yes, I can get whatever I want now, why do I have to beg him in a humble posture?" , use it if you like it, and destroy him if you don’t get it, hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." He knelt in the water alone, talking to his phantom in the water, "You are a villain, why do you use it? The nice guy's way of courting?"

He straightened his face, and took out the mirror of the third generation, "Brother Jing, tell me, who is the setting sun?"

The surface of the Mirror of Three Worlds was turbulent for a while, and suddenly, the image on the mirror changed to that of the setting sun sitting on the bed, speaking to a needle.

Liu Wanjun was stunned for a moment, the image on the mirror changed again, into the Demon Realm, the Sanshi Mirror seemed unable to catch the person named Setting Yang, suddenly the image flashed and turned into a sect sect.

"Devil God Sect?" Liu Wanjun silently read the name of the Jingnei Sect, "Looks like I'm going to find time to meet Demon God Sect."

His temperament has changed drastically. If he is normal during the day, then he is a demon in human skin at night.

The magic sword emerged from the water, slowly revealing its luster, and the faint blue light was reflected into the lake, coupled with his weird smile, it was indescribably weird.

"Demon Sword, Demon Sword, you have been suppressed in my hands for so long, do you really want to drink blood?" The Demon Sword vibrates endlessly spiritually, and its surface shines brightly. "I heard that Demon Sword advocates the strong prey on the weak, so no one should blame me for using their swords to sacrifice to me!"

"The group of hypocrites in the cultivation world will not chase me like mad dogs. They are just a pack of wolves in sheep's clothing. There is no good or evil in this world, only strong and weak." Holding the magic sword, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. , similar to the kind of superficial smile.

"I am strong, so they should all be my prey, and be hunted down by me one by one."

He seemed to have convinced himself, and hung the magic sword around his waist, "Don't worry, you will get what you want soon."

The magic sword was appeased by him, and stayed quietly on his waist.

In the moonlight, Liu Wanjun's figure slowly rose from the water and floated in the air. He sang a little song comfortably, his voice fluctuating high and low, male and female.

"A one-man show on the stage, ten years of hard work off stage, who performed this show, I like it like a moth to a flame~" Demon Realm, God and Demon Sect, high and low, male and female singing voices suddenly appeared, startling The two gatekeepers who had just lazily slept woke up suddenly.

"Who?" The voice was still singing, with an unspeakable sadness, "playing tricks."

The two gatekeepers sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately clenched their weapons. Under the moonlight, two shadows stretched on the ground, and suddenly, a shadow fell from the sky without sound, covering them.

"I just want to ask you, have you ever seen someone named Setting Sun?" Someone behind him suddenly asked, the voice was deep, hoarse, and very magnetic.

"You two have only one chance, who will say it."

The two gatekeepers turned around in an instant, and they saw the man in black with his back facing them. His wide sleeves were blown up by the wind. He stood on the pointed eaves above the gate, and stepped on the words "Devil God Sect" under his feet.

"who are you?"

The man in black turned around, revealing Liu Wanjun's face, "I thought you knew me."

He was smiling, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and the skin of his smile didn't move.

"The master of the magic sword." The moment he turned around, the magic sword on his waist was exposed, which was clearly seen by the two of them.

As for the person, they naturally don’t know him, the Lord of the Demon Sword is mysterious and unusual, especially since he was not left behind in the Seven Great Transformation Stages that day, and the evidence was destroyed by him, the Demon Sword is tyrannical, and everything it passes is indestructible, Even those traces of the past were completely destroyed by a sword, and the demonic nature penetrated into the ground, leaving no trace of evidence there.

Although no one has seen the true face of the Lord of the Demon Sword, everyone knows about the Demon Sword.

"You..." The master of the Demon Sword has killed too many people and committed too many crimes. It is rumored that this person is ruthless and cold-blooded. He even kills children under the age of one. Pass.

If you say it, will you really let them go?

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, and they realized it in their hearts, "The setting sun is indeed in our sect now."

"Oh, where is it?"

"The first room in the middle of the southeast." One of the two gatekeepers answered quickly.

The Demon Sword Lord laughed loudly, "Good job, then tell me, who do you want to die?"

There was a popping sound, and the sound of a weapon piercing his body sounded. One of the two gatekeepers drew out his weapon, and his body was covered in blood, "Me."

"Betrayal?" The veins on Liu Wanjun's forehead bulged, "I hate people who don't keep their promises the most."

The magic sword flashed, and a human head fell to the ground. Liu Wanjun looked at the head with disdain.

The full moon is good, he smoothed his hair that was blown by the wind, and walked to the southeast.

"Southeast, the first room in the center?" He who was constantly looking for it suddenly stopped, "This is it."

The position he is in now is the first room in the southeast center that the two guards said.

The room was dark and empty, as if no one had lived in it for a long time, and the door was left open.

Liu Wanjun stepped into the room, and he noticed that the table and chairs were covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was the same when he entered the room. Only the messy bedding and the temperature above told him that there were people in the room.

He looked back at the room again, and found that apart from the bed and the mirror placed beside the bed, there was no trace of movement in the whole room.

It seemed that the man was withdrawn, had no friends, and rarely lived here.

Suddenly, someone's footsteps came in a hurry outside the door, Liu Wanjun glanced at the beam, flew up, and landed in a place where he would not notice it if he didn't pay attention.

The footsteps of the people outside the door became more and more urgent, and suddenly they slammed into the door with a bang. He staggered into the room and leaned on the table in the main room.

Bang, the coffee table on the entire table was swept off by him, the ceramics hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the fragments splashed all over the ground.

"Damn, it's happening again." He clutched his chest, showing pain.A series of Buddhist scriptures emerged from his body, like chains, surrounding him

around, trapping him inside.

Liu Wanjun noticed with sharp eyes, "It's the immeasurable Buddhist scriptures, which have penetrated deep into the bone marrow and heart. This person is a demon cultivator, and the Buddhist scriptures restrain him abnormally. This person will not live long." He quickly came to a conclusion that the memory of hundreds of thousands of years is not in vain. Yes, he knows too many secrets.

"Ah—" the man covered his head and cried out in pain, "It hurts, I hurt so much!"

boom!bang bang!All the things around him that he could touch were destroyed by him, and the sound of furniture blowing up one by one seemed to relieve him a little bit of pain, and finally he lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, as if he had just been fished out of the water*, handsome His face was pale and pale.

After a while, he finally stood up slowly, no longer showing that fragile expression, his whole temperament changed, "The whole world has abandoned me, then I will abandon the whole world."

"Just wait, the whole world will be buried with me in a short time, hahahahaha~" He smiled strangely, his handsome face distorted.

Liu Wanjun's breathing became heavier. He finally found like-minded people. They all had a common past and a common obsession. To be honest, he suddenly couldn't bear to kill him.

"Who?" The delicate fragments of the teapot reflected a black shadow, and Jun Wuxie asked instantly, "Come out."

He raised his arm, and stretched out a few silk threads from his sleeves. The silk threads were not real objects, but objects of spiritual thoughts and souls.

"Spiritual thoughts are so powerful. His soul has turned into a god, but his body is still a nascent infant. No wonder no one has seen his true face in these years. In fact, everyone who has seen him has died." Liu Wanjun immediately realized when he saw the silk thread. The extremely mysterious Jun Wuxie of the Demon God Sect.

He is in the realm of self-cultivation, so he knows little about the demon world, and he has even heard little about some famous people. He only heard the legend of Jun Wuxie by chance, and because it was so mysterious, he accidentally remembered it.

He knew that Jun Wuxie was still at the Golden Core stage when Jun Wuxie was, and he had already become a Nascent Soul in just a few years, and his soul was transformed into a god first. If it wasn't for the encumbrance of the boundless Buddhist scriptures, this guy would have already flown away.

Sure enough, these geniuses have their own secrets.

Liu Wanjun curled his fingers, letting those silk threads wrap around his left fingers and climb up his wrist.

The magic sword in the right hand is full of sword energy, and it is easy to cut off the connection between the two parties.

"Master of Demon Sword." Jun Wuxie quickly put away the remaining silk thread, which turned into silver light and flashed into his sleeve, "What advice do you have for coming to my Demon God Sect?"

Liu Wanjun smiled, "I don't dare to advise, I just want to ask someone."

He already knew that he was deceived by the two gatekeepers, who thought that he would not be left alive, so they lured him to Jun Wuxie's residence and asked him to fight with Jun Wuxie.

"Let's hear it, maybe I know you." It's easy to talk to a smart person, Jun Wuxie knows that if two people fight, it's not easy to decide whether to win or lose, so it's better to take the initiative to show kindness.

"Brother Wuxie is refreshing, I wonder if brother Wuxie has heard of a character named Setting Sun?" After all, he doesn't mix in the Demon Realm, and he knows very little about the Demon Realm, not even Xiao Canyang.

"Junior brother?" Jun Wuxie was puzzled, "As far as I know, there is only one person named Setting Yang in the entire Shenmo sect, and he is my junior brother. However, he participated in the battle for the origin of the demon world a few days ago and has not returned yet. I don’t know if the Lord of the Demon Sword is looking for him?”

"It should be him." Liu Wanjun wanted to confirm again, "What is the relationship between the setting sun you mentioned and Li Zhaoyuan from the Treasure Sect?"

Jun Wuxie told the truth, "I'm not sure about this, you'd better wait for him to come out and ask him, or ask Li Zhaoyuan from the Treasure Sect."

Liu Wanjun nodded, "That's the only way to go." He saluted, "Farewell."

"See you by fate." Jun Wuxie looked at his back thoughtfully.

Liu Wanjun found nothing, and felt a little bit lost while being confused.

He returned the same way, sat in more than a dozen teleportation arrays before dawn, and returned before Nanfeng woke him up, pretending that nothing had happened.

As for the fox on his shoulder, last night he sneaked to see Nanfeng, and he had already dismissed the little fox on his shoulder. There was another reason, because the setting sun liked it, so even at first he liked it, but now he doesn't like it anymore.

On the first day, Nanfeng stood outside to report. "Fox King, King Ming is asking to see you."

"not see."

On the second day, Nan Feng still stood outside and announced, "Fox King, King Ming is asking to see you."

"not see."

On the third day, he still stood outside the door and announced, "Fox King, King Ming is asking to see you."

"No, no, no, no, no, tell them, this king will not see anyone."

boom!A teacup was thrown and fell to the ground. The fragments splashed at Nanfeng's feet. Nanfeng took a step back, and hurriedly led the people out in fright. It’s fine, you should eat and play.”

The room was dark, all the windows around were sealed by him, the bed was covered with Roman, and Liu Wanjun huddled under the quilt, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Someone once deduced that he could not be stimulated or emotional, otherwise he would be taken advantage of by the evil spirit, lose consciousness, and become a murderous demon.

He was right, and it was.

Moreover, the magic sword will become more powerful because it kills more people, and it will be more difficult to control at that time.

After all, the magic sword is an eternal monster, and ordinary people can't easily control it. If Liu Wanjun hadn't been reincarnated as a weapon spirit, he might have exploded and died by now.

And even Demon Sword Wucai would lose control when he gets emotional sometimes, let alone him.

There is a mirror floating in the air, and there is always a person in the mirror.

"Don't worry, you'll come out, I trust you."

"That might be a magic barrier, don't touch it!"

"The most important thing about the Three Thousand Demon Gods is visualization. How many levels have you practiced?"

Setting Yang's gentle voice kept talking to Ruyi Needle, and the person on the other end kept asking questions.

Sanshijing couldn't see the other end of the Ruyi needle, but just looking at the setting sun, everything became clear.

"He has never been so gentle with me!"

"Even if I do more for him."

"I walked out of the Dragon Palace with him, everything on Shura Island, if it wasn't for me, he would have died long ago."

"Why? Just can't see me?"

He was masochistic, listening to the conversation between the two of them over and over again. They seemed to have a thousand words, and they couldn't say enough.

The demonic energy was like an all-pervasive demon, entangled in him, he could hardly control himself, the veins on the back of his hand exploded from grasping the bed sheet so hard, Liu Wanjun shrank his body and curled up his legs like a newborn child.

"So what if I'm invincible?"

"It's not like you have to endure such pain."

The magic energy of the magic sword always invaded him from time to time when his mood was low or high. As long as he had no emotion, he could resolve this pain, but how could he not have pain?

"Nanfeng, Nanfeng." He shouted loudly, and Nanfeng came to ask, "What is the fox king's order?"

"Go get me some medicine." Liu Wanjun's voice suddenly dropped.

"What medicine?" Nan Feng didn't come alone, he was afraid that the Fox King would get angry with him again for no reason, so he pulled the setting sun over.

He is a fox, the fox is the most psychic, and he is the best among them. He can smell the fox king's mood and what he needs with just one sniff.

Now he can clearly feel that the Fox King's emotions are in danger of getting out of control, he gets angry at every turn, moody, and he always has a feeling of fear when facing the Fox King alone.

In the past, when we got together every day, he admired and obeyed the Fox King, but he was never afraid, but now he was suddenly at a loss for what to do.

"Master." At that moment, Liu Wanjun suddenly became quiet, "It's okay, don't worry, you go out!"

He lifted the quilt over his head and put it back on.I couldn't help but feel depressed, "He was forced to be with me. If he got the six magic weapons, he would definitely turn around and leave immediately without looking back."

"I heard that you haven't come out these few days, let me come and see, how is it, are you injured?" Setting Yang asked tentatively.

Liu Wanjun reluctantly opened the corner of his mouth, "I'm fine."

You see, at this time, he still hides so well, how like a real master and apprentice!

"Nanfeng, you go out first, I have something to tell the Fox King." Setting Yang walked to the window, propped up the window latch, the sun shone in, it was extremely dazzling.

Nan Feng nodded hastily, and quickly retreated out, heaving a sigh of relief after going out.

There was always a sense of oppression in the room, especially the Fox King, this oppression was completely transmitted from him.

"The sect sent me a letter, asking me to go back and have a look, maybe tomorrow..."

"Okay, let's go!" Liu Wanjun agreed without hesitation, as if he couldn't wait.

Setting Yang was stunned for a moment, "If it's okay, then I'll go back first."

"En." Luckily, Liu Wanjun didn't keep him, "By the way, I won't threaten you with the Six Paths Supreme Treasure in the future, and you don't have to force yourself. Just come and see me when you remember me. If you can't remember..." He paused , "I won't use it anymore. Don't worry, I will give you the Six Paths Supreme Treasure when the time comes."

He suddenly felt very tired, too tired to speak.

With the setting sun by his side, he would always be unable to control his emotions. If the setting sun was gone, maybe there would be a different scene.

"Let's go!" He seemed to have exhausted his whole body's strength to say this, and he relaxed completely, lying on the bed, staring at the tent.

Footsteps sounded slowly in the house, from near to far, Liu Wanjun didn't look at it, he knew that the setting sun had already left.

On the fourth day, Nanfeng came to report that the setting sun had left, but because the Fox King didn't want to disturb him, he didn't tell him.

"Oh." Fox King was stunned for a moment.

"Nanfeng, I've worked hard on you these days." The fox king's mood finally stabilized this day, and he can communicate normally.

"Fox King is serious." Nan Feng was flattered, "This is what Nan Feng should do."

"It's hard work, you help me go to the pharmacy again, grab some calming potions, it's best to make pills, and take it with you, I'm going to go on a long trip recently." The fox king was pale, and he finally got out of bed and sat by the window. By the side, looking at the distant scenery in a daze, I don't know what to expect?

"Okay." The Fox King lost weight and was haggard. Nanfeng unexpectedly felt a little distressed. He didn't ask why the Fox King took the calming potion. Combined with his loss of emotional control a few days ago, he can probably guess a little bit.

"Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death to agree." For some reason, Nanfeng suddenly thought of this line of poetry.

Because of the size of the injury, there are not only pills, but also medicines in the cultivation world. Medicines are generally taken at home, and medicines are taken outside.

The demon world is physically strong, and rarely needs the care of pills, but potions are indispensable, because the demon world is warlike. If you fight today and fight tomorrow, you will inevitably get injured.

At this time, potions are needed. Because potions need to be boiled in warm water, they are easier to absorb. It is most suitable for monsters with rough skin and thick flesh.

Nan Feng hurriedly ran to the market in the demon world, the demon world is not as good as the human world, and the market in the demon world is also extremely simple, but luckily he didn't come here to look at the facade, grabbing medicine is serious.

When he was picking up the medicine, he specifically asked which one had the least side effects. The store recommended a collection of several medicinal materials and told him to cook for a few hours.

He also said that it is best not to take too much of this medicine, one dose a month is almost enough.

"What will happen if you take too much?" Nan Feng asked a little worried.

"Too many doses will have unreal effects, and if it is serious, you may become mentally disturbed and become a fool." The store reminded him again, "Remember not to take too much, one dose of medicine can make a hundred pills, eat it every day It’s okay to take a few pills, but if you eat too much, you’ll get cerebral palsy.”