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The autumn wind is blowing, and the withered yellow leaves are falling all over the sky.

The sun shines on the dilapidated thatched cottage, but it does not leave a trace of warmth.

After Song Qianji left, Meng Zhengxian still sat in his original position.The cold noodle soup was still on the table.

All of a sudden, the birds were startled and all the beasts raced to the ground.

A series of black shadows flew across the sky and the dense forest, and bursts of smoke and dust were startled between the ups and downs.

Meng Zhengxian half-closed his eyes and pinched the Buddha beads, as if he had never seen anything unusual, nor could he feel the changes in the aura of the whole mountain.

The mountain wind blew his white hair, and his mood was bleak.

With a bang:

"Meng Zhengxian, back then we were willing to serve you as the master, hoping that you would revive the evil way, launch a great war between good and evil in the cultivation world, and destroy the prestige of the right way! But when you built that golden palace, both good and evil ways can enter and exit without hindrance, you don't want to make progress , greedy for pleasure, how is it worthy to be the master of the evil way?"

The speaker was nowhere to be seen, but the voice was suddenly distant and near, sometimes it seemed to fall from the sky, and sometimes it was close at hand.

Anyone who hears this will feel terrified and guess which direction the enemy will attack from.

Meng Zhengxian still sat still.

The evil way has been out of control for many years, and the group of dragons without a leader is out of control.

The appearance of Meng Zhengxian undoubtedly rekindled hope for the evil monks.

He is very talented, progresses rapidly, acts unscrupulously, and is a real big devil.

The most important thing is that he is still young enough, and he must have the ambition to expand the territory and run rampant in the world.

Many people were waiting for him to lead the demons of the evil way to fight an earth-shattering battle with the righteous way, and then enter the Central Plains to snatch the treasure land of the fairy mountain full of spiritual energy and the rich spiritual stone mine.

From then on, people of evil ways don't have to wander and hide in remote places like the Dead Sea and the West Sea.

But Meng Zhengxian didn't do that.

Another person shouted:

"Now that the Golden Palace has been destroyed, the cultivation world says that you were held hostage by Song Qianji, and the righteous way is watching our jokes. But you indulge the murderer and leave Xihai alone! With one order, the whole evil way will accompany you to hunt and kill! "

This voice changed from male to female, sharp and strange, which made people feel hairy.

But Meng Zhengxian was still pinching the beads.

"You have become more and more absurd and brutal these years, and you are no longer worthy of being the master of evil ways! You should hand over the key to the underground treasure house and the treasure map, and abdicate to the worthy!"

The third voice was extremely thick, and the words were high-sounding, like a mountain pressing down on the thatched cottage.

The thatched roof burst.

Meng Zheng sat among the flying grass and finally opened his eyes.He has no expression on his face, let alone anger, he seems only a little bored:

"Since you are here to kill, why bother talking nonsense."

His impatience completely angered the visitor.

Black poisonous mist poured out from the ground, corroding the vegetation.

The turbulent crows were like a black cloud, descending from the sky with strange screams.

Burning arrows engraved with runes shot out from all four directions, and the flames on the arrows turned out to be faint blue.

The killing moves from the sky and the earth were launched at the same time, and the dilapidated thatched cottage was instantly surrounded.

Meng Zheng first raised his hand, and the eighteen red jade beads spread out between his fingers, spinning around him rapidly.

He seemed to be a step slower, the black mist had already struck, the crows had descended, and the blue rocket had already been nailed into the table.

In the black mist came the sound of arrows breaking through the wind, the sound of crows flapping their wings, and the rustling of the earth being corroded, but there was no human voice.

The woman wrapped in a black cloak said angrily: "He ran away!"

The skinny monk with sores on his face frowned and said, "No, the devil's breath is still there."

The fat old man rolled his eyes and shouted loudly: "Everyone, listen well, Meng Zhengxian has been seriously injured, and this opportunity must not be missed. Whoever can behead his head will be rewarded with ten million spirit stones!"

Various flags were displayed in the mountains and forests, like a sea tide sweeping, charging towards the thatched cottage.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and a voice fell with the wind:

"Yu Po, Du Sou, Yinhuo Laomo, you bring people to kill me, you must have the consciousness to be buried here."

……

The closer Song Qianji got to the thatched cottage, the heavier his heart became.

The earth seemed to have been burned by a raging fire, scorched black and hot, and not a single blade of grass grew.

There is a pungent fishy smell in the air, which is disgusting in the chest.

Unrecognizable bodies and limbs flowed down the river, turning the river red.

Anyone can see that the front has just experienced a fierce battle.

"There are so many people here, and the leader is probably an older generation of evil demons. I didn't hear Xiaomeng's cry for help. I don't know if he succeeded in breaking through? It's okay. I'm healed from my old wounds and I'm in full strength. Who can stop me?"

Song Qianji pasted two miasma-avoiding talismans on himself, picked up his sword and rushed into the billowing black mist.

He crossed the stumps and broken arrows everywhere, swung a sword energy to split the black mist, and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.

Meng Zhengxian has white hair flying around, blood-red pupils, and vermilion tattoos all over his body seem to come alive, growing and moving on his fair skin, like burning flames and flowing blood.

Eighteen Buddha beads were shining red, covering Meng Zhengxian.

Countless blood-colored vines grew from his wrist, dripping bright red juice, which was extremely treacherous.

Countless figures were tightly entwined by vines, struggling feebly in mid-air, but unable to make a sound.The rattan greedily sucked the flesh and blood, and the body shriveled up, leaving only a piece of skin in a blink of an eye.

The three were forced to kneel at Meng Zhengxian's feet, crying and begging for mercy.

A skinny monk with sores all over his face said:

"I know I was wrong! I would like to dedicate the poisonous flag of my life to the evil Buddha in exchange for a cheap life."

Meng Zheng smiled first, and slapped it with one palm, crushing a head.

Plasma and marrow fluid shattered and splattered.

Such scenes, even though Song Qianji was well-informed, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and completely woke up from the alcohol.

——This person is not Meng Heze, but the evil Buddha Meng Zhengxian.

"Drinking is wrong, drinking is wrong!"

He can bring back Meng Heze's soul only if he has the complete trust of Meng Zhengxian, but these few days he kept talking about Qianqu and farming, Meng Zhengxian must think he is insane, how can he trust him?

While hesitating, I saw the palm of the evil Buddha lightly patted down, lightly as if brushing away dust——

"Crack!" Another head burst.

Song Qianji opened his mouth, and finally shouted out the words stuck in his throat: "Stop!"

Unexpectedly, it was not rushing to chase soldiers, but rushing to fight for the first place.

"What are you doing back here?!" Meng Zhengxian's eyes moved slightly, as if he was suppressing something, "Didn't I let you go?"

Only the last of the three kneeling on the ground, saw this and no longer begged for mercy, but looked up to the sky and laughed:

"Kill it, just kill it! This old man has seen through your skills. The more you kill, the more you can't suppress your murderous nature. In the end, you will only become a monster without sanity and killing instinctively—"

Before the words finished, Meng Zhengxian clapped again.

Song Qianji grabbed his wrist: "There are still pursuers behind, let's go!"

"Who wants to go with you?" The blood vine was taken back into the body by Meng Zhengxian, and the eighteen beads returned to their place.

Song Qianji caught the air.The opponent is carrying a magic weapon similar to the "Horizontal Comb", which can be teleported instantly, and he is hard to guard against.

He could only watch helplessly as Meng Zhengxian turned into a red mist and dissipated with the wind.

……

What is the most sensational thing in the cultivation world recently?

——The lord of the evil way was assassinated in Yugu Mountain, and then went on a killing spree.

Wherever he passed, corpses were scattered everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

The "Four Golds" who had been loyal to him in the past also played against the flag, so everyone in the evil way moved out upon hearing the news and rushed out.

But Meng Zhengxian became even more arrogant, provocative along the way, smashing the gate archways and plaques of various sects and families.

The comprehension world is united in hatred, and the voice of killing demons is loud.

All the immortal sects jointly issued a reward order, whoever kills the evil Buddha will win the position of elder Keqing, and enjoy the incense in the temple with a golden body.

Meng Zhengxian fought bloody all the way, and the more he fought, the more frenzied he became, and a group of people in the rear chased after him.

Among them, the monk who chased at the front and was closest to the evil Buddha was named Song Qianji.

Song Qianji once again played the title of "Undead in a hundred battles".

The monks who watched the excitement didn't think it was a big deal, and the major casinos even offered odds, betting on whether he could kill Meng Zhengxian:

"With the auction of the Golden Palace, Song Qianji must have hated the evil Buddha."

"Whoever can kill the evil Buddha is the hero of eliminating demons. This is a great opportunity for casual cultivators to make their mark."

Among the various speculations, Song Qianji stopped Meng Zhengxian at Huishou Mountain.

"Don't use your kung fu anymore, the aura in your body is rioting, and if you don't find a place to rest and recuperate, you will definitely die." Song Qianji was really angry this time, and he was more puzzled, "Why are you crazy?"

Meng Zhengxian's cheeks were sunken, and he was so skinny that he was bony, but his strange aura was even stronger: "Get out of the way, don't think I don't want to kill you!"

A blood vine drew towards him.Song Qianji couldn't bear it anymore, he drew his sword and fought with him, twisted a body talisman and hid it in his sleeve, ready to restrain the opponent at any time.

There were chaotic footsteps behind him, but they stopped three miles away.The magic weapon flying in the sky is suspended but not chaotic.

The chasing troops of various factions arrived, fearing Meng Zhengxian's treacherous deeds, no one wanted to be the first to approach.

Someone shouted: "Song Zhenren, I will fight for you!"

In just one month, Song Qianji has changed from old thief Song to Daoist Song.

"Stop it." Song Qianji had no time to care about others, and only said to Meng Zheng, "I'll take you away."

Meng Zhengxian seemed to have never heard of it.

The blood vines became more and more violent, and Song Qianji's sword could only swing faster and faster.

Thick clouds covered the moon, smoke and dust filled the sky, rocks rolled down, large cliffs collapsed, and red light and sword shadows intertwined.

Without warning, Song Qianji heard a voice transmission: "Why do you still want to save me, why don't you give up."

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't fight with me. I'll stop the people behind, you go east, three days later we..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a smile in Meng Zhengxian's eyes.

Song Qianji's intuition was not good, so he quickly withdrew his sword.

It's still too late.

The sharp sword pierced the flesh and made a soft noise.

A sword pierced through the heart, and blood gushed wildly.

White hair dancing wildly, red clothes fluttering.

Meng Zheng laughed and fell backwards, falling into the abyss.

"Damn!" Song Qianji was terrified and jumped down without thinking.

In the distance, everyone saw that the two fell off the cliff indiscriminately, and fell into the thick fog.

……

With the wind blowing in his ears, Song Qianji fell down with his sword, and felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Wasn't it the first night after his rebirth, when Meng Heze was knocked off the cliff by him?

But Meng Zhengxian's figure flashed below and disappeared into the mountain wall.

Song Qianji's heart relaxed, and he followed closely behind, rushing into the shining cave.

I saw that the cave was clean and tidy, covered with snow-white plush blankets, and lit with ever-burning lamps.

Jindao, Jinlu, Jinchai and Jintao were also in the cave.

Meng Zhengxian signaled to his subordinates not to support him, he staggered two steps, and fell down on the soft couch.

It turned out that it was a way to escape by feigning death, so Song Qian didn't get angry: "Are you sick, how can anyone hit the sword by himself?"

"Aren't you sick?" Meng Zhengxian said with a smile, "How can anyone jump off a cliff by themselves?"

Song Qianji turned his head and shouted: "What are you looking at, you haven't healed him yet! The blood is almost gone!"

But the four looked sad and motionless.

Meng Zhengxian nodded slightly.

So Jinchai presented a wooden box to Song Qianji: "This is the key to the treasure house of the underground palace."

Jin Lu held out a scroll of jade slips: "This is the treasure map and the mechanism cracking method."

Meng Zheng first raised his sleeves and raised his hand, Jintao stepped forward and offered him a wine jar.

He laughed loudly: "After drinking this jar of red wine, I will be a big devil in the next life!"

Meng Zheng first drank with his head raised.

"Your Majesty!" The four knelt down and saluted, tears streaming down their faces.

"Fuck you! Where's your elixir?" Song Qianji's face paled, and he stepped forward quickly, grabbed Meng Heze's wrist, and probed for his spiritual veins.

The mountain wind blows away the thick clouds, and the moon is full again.

Meng Zheng first threw down the wine jar, his voice was calm, and he said slowly: "You killed me, both good and evil, and the whole world will thank you. The things in the treasure house are my accumulation over the years. It is enough for you to find a treasure land and start a school. A generation of masters, these four people can protect the elders..."

"You're not going to die!" Song Qianji frantically channeled his aura, but he couldn't stop the swiftly passing vitality, "Shut up!"

Meng Zhengxian fell on his shoulder, and blood gushed out from the red tattoo, soaking the red clothes:

"This mountain is called Huishou, and this place is called Sheshen Cliff. I can't turn my head back, I can only sacrifice my life. I have entered the Asura Way, and I have no hope of ascension, and I don't want to live forever."

"I chose this path. I have lived my entire life without any complaints. At the end of the journey, I neither want to be sealed by my subordinates, linger on my last breath, nor become a monster without sanity. I call you brother tonight, and I am willing to die in front of you." In your hands, to achieve your reputation."

Song Qianji gritted his teeth and cursed, swearing all the swear words he had heard.

Meng Zhengxian's blood-colored pupils gradually faded: "Brother, I saw... the spring fields in Qianqu are really beautiful."

Song Qianji only felt that his eyes were hot and his vision was blurred: "Do you believe me or not?"

Meng Zhengxian was like a silk: "Buddhist scriptures say that there are three thousand worlds. I believe what you said. In a certain world, I have family and friends."

Song Qianji shot like lightning, and a "soul-inducing talisman" was pasted on Meng Zhengxian's forehead:

"Xiao Meng, come back!"