What kind of bad thoughts can Tianlei have?

The so-called natural sage retreated, but in fact, one went to Du's house to wait for others to overcome the calamity, and the other traveled thousands of miles to the Golden Temple.

The person Gu Yamu prefers to pretend to be is Jie Chi.For a monk like Wuyun who has lived for a long time, he naturally exudes a sense of twilight, but the golden light of the merits of quitting ignorance is too weak.

Monk Wuyun agreed to help Gu Yamu, but he also had his own considerations.

First, Gu Yamu directly admitted that the problem with Lei Jie was related to the born saint, and guaranteed that the disciples of Jinchan Temple would not experience abnormalities during the journey; secondly, the golden age is about to start, and being able to affect Lei Jie further shows that the born saint has good luck.

In any golden age, countless forces will be annihilated, and people with extremely strong luck will survive until the end of the melee even if they end in a miserable situation.

And of course the most important point -

Monk Wuyun's expression was slightly cold: "I hope this guest can come soon, and the poor monk also wants to meet him for a while."

Gu Yamu mentioned that the Mo family sealed the sword spirit with living people. This method is extremely bloody. The reason why it is not widely used is not because other monks are so kind, but because the sword spirit formed by this method is always in danger of devouring the master. .

In order to avoid backlash, one or two must be suppressed from time to time.

And the process of suppression is even more bloody. It is necessary to smelt good people into the body of the sword, and use the merits of good people to suppress the brutal sword spirit.

If it is said that the virtuous person with the fewest murders in the Jiuchuan Continent must be a monk. Every year, Jinchan Temple has disciples who go out to practice, and it is common for a few to fall. The sealing of sword spirits by living people is a real thing, and there must be such a situation.

Gu Yamu obviously knew this too, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Mo Cang wanted to test the born sage with his evil spirit, but he didn't know that Monk Wuyun was also testing him with his identity as a born sage, to see if the sword spirit was true or not.

After Pei Ying left, the courtyard was quiet except for the snowflakes falling silently.

Gu Yamu went into the room to get some wine, but the monk Wuyun only showed the aura of transforming gods, and closed his eyes pretending to be meditating.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but Gu Yamu hadn't returned yet.After an unknown amount of time passed, the speed of the snowflakes falling suddenly slowed down for a moment. Monk Wuyun opened his eyes, knowing that the person they were waiting for had finally arrived.

There was a burst of ripples in the air, and a hand appeared out of thin air in front of the five aggregates monk.

At about the same time, a jar of wine flew over, blocking the hand that was about to lift the mask under the cloak. Mo Cang didn't expect to use teleportation to hide from the Lord of the Lore Palace. He took a few steps back and said calmly: "I'm a guest from afar, so I'll accept this jar of wine."

When he was speaking, a wisp of evil energy escaped silently towards Monk Wuyun.

Evil energy can't hurt people, and it's hard to detect if it's not harmful. It's perfect for testing the golden light of merit.

……

When Mo Cang broke into the Hall of Renyi to test the natural saint, the real saint was busy hacking people.

As early as the Acacia Sect hacked three groups of people in a row, Du Shenglan has now summed up his experience, and it is most useful to use the Acacia Kungfu to bless young people.There was no warning of a thunderstorm, and the young man couldn't resist it at all.

In the valley below, Du Ming confidently survived the four thunder tribulations. When he reached the fifth level, just when his confidence was about to explode, the thunder that struck down directly made people feel no harm. A layer of goosebumps has already begun.

This feeling is indescribably graceful.

... Pain, refreshment, itching, numbness.

It's hard to imagine that a dish of thunder is like cooking, and all the tastes of ups and downs are satisfied.

Du Ming couldn't help opening his mouth to let out a mouthful of turbid air. Compared with the pain in his body, the strings in his mind suddenly tightened, sending him an early warning.

"not good--"

When Du Ming woke up from the hallucination, it was already too late. A thunderbolt fell into his arms, splitting him black from the outside.

The terrifying scene fell into the eyes of others and only felt surprised.From their point of view, the power of this thunder is similar to that of ordinary thunder disasters, and they don't understand why such a sudden change occurred.

"Isn't this just an ordinary five-fold heavenly tribulation?" A monk who was close to him expressed the doubts in everyone's mind.

Du Ming's Dao heart is far less firm than Du Beiwang's. Du Beiwang was injured by the destruction thunder, and his body was severely damaged. He was still able to make a decisive decision, switch from offense to defense, and delay his physical injury as much as possible.

Du Ming is different, he has messed up his position. For him, cultivation is to be admired by thousands of people.When he thought of what he might encounter in the family after the failure, his vanity made him extremely unconfident.

Seeing that Du Ming was in a mess, some monks couldn't help feeling: "Cheap is not good."

Others agree.

Although I don't know the specific scene when the natural sage crossed the catastrophe, I heard that he provoked the nine-fold catastrophe.Sure enough, there is a reason why it is expensive. Fees and free services are not in the same order of magnitude at all.

This breakthrough will inevitably end in failure, and the audience left one after another.

The Du Ming clansmen who had been mingling among the crowd and spreading the word about how a born saint can deceive the world are very anxious at the moment, but they can't forcefully keep the monk who left.The words of these people before they left had already become the last straw that overwhelmed Du Ming.

In the sky, Du Shenglan saw Du Ming whose Dao heart had completely collapsed, and didn't even bother to continue chopping down. In this state, he was useless even if he was not dead.

He wanted to quietly transfer away from the clouds, but who knew he couldn't.An invisible rule is restricting in the dark. Anyone who participates in the thunder tribulation must strike to the end, and any early retreat is not allowed.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Du Shenglan had no choice but to make a quick decision, and followed the sixth thunderstorm with all his might.

The other monks left early and didn't see this crucial enhanced lightning calamity. The silver light dissipated, and Du Ming's expression was frozen in unwillingness and resentment... Is he going to die?How could he die in the Six Heavens Tribulation?

A light voice sounded beside my ears: "I said earlier that those resources of my cultivation that you greedy for me will become life money in the future."

This voice!

Du Ming opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single syllable with all his strength. The moment he fell weakly to the ground, he only saw his clansmen rushing towards him.

... It was Du Shenglan, he was the one who made a fool of himself.

The inner roar is destined to be blocked in the throat, like the eyes that have not been closed until death, silently telling something.

The thunderstorm dispersed, Du Shenglan didn't even look at the fallen Du Ming, and left behind a cloud.It was not until he drifted far away that he turned his head to look at the majestic Anwu City. Du Shenglan knew very well in his heart that the bad debts between himself and the Du family would be settled in the future.

The cloud parted and he began to think about where to go next.

During Du Ming's tribulation, Du Qingguang never showed up, presumably to test the identity of a born saint.According to his understanding of Du Qingguang, even if he reached a preliminary conclusion, he would stay around Renyi Hall for a while.

Bumping in now will definitely get caught.

Du Shenglan was more patient than Du Qingguang, so he didn't rush to go back, and found a cave to practice.

Ten days later, Du Shenglan, who left the customs, rented a beast cart and returned slowly, thinking about how to uncover the dark past of the Mohist family along the way.Zhumo has a witness in his hand, knowing that the Mo family has recently awakened the sword spirit, he will definitely take action, and it is impossible for the Wuyun monk to allow the Mo family to do evil and use the monk to suppress the evil nature of the sword spirit.

Now it depends on which force is used to bring this matter to light.

Under Du Shenglan's instruction, the beast cart chose to take a long way around and circle back from the north, which happened to miss Mo Cang and Du Qingguang who had taken a short cut.

Mo Cang parted ways with Du Qingguang on the way, caught two sword cultivators along the way, and forced them to fight with the sword spirits. After making sure that both of them had used their lifelong skills, they killed the sword cultivators with another blow.

The sword spirit disassembled the sword moves just learned from Jianxiu in the blood light, and Mo Cang was beside him, and he understood the essence of this set of sword skills after only reading it once.However, he sighed slightly. If it is about sword moves, Zhanyue Mountain's sword technique is the most wonderful. Unfortunately, before the sword spirit is strong enough, he doesn't want to provoke Zhumo.

"Bamboo ink..."

Mo Cang's eyes were piercing. The whereabouts of the defected confidant of Sun Moon Building is still unknown. He can only hope that the other party did not go to Zhanyue Mountain, otherwise Zhu Mo will definitely find a way to destroy the sword spirit or take it for himself.

It is snowing in the south and north today.

Among the millions of mountains, the old rouge beast is advancing through the snow with luggage on its back.Inside the luggage are some relatively unique monster plants, which cannot be stored in the storage ring. This kind of weather is very unfriendly to the disciples of the Acacia Sect, because they are extremely afraid of the cold because of practicing exercises.It was snowing heavily, so it was necessary to protect the body with zhenqi to prevent the cold air from invading, and also to protect the demon plants in the luggage.

There was no enemy attack along the way.

The rouge beast is old, but its terrifying aura is enough to deter ordinary monsters in the mountains.

Suddenly, the rouge beast stopped, and the head of the Hehuan Sect seemed to feel that something was wrong, and softly shouted: "End the formation!"

A very long team came from a distance, far surpassing the Hehuan Sect in number.Everyone in the team seems to have the same face. Their faces are flat and shaped like a piece of paper.There are only two small holes the size of soybean grains on it. There is no nose, and the mouth is a long slit.

"Mingdu." The head of the Hehuan Sect seemed to be facing a formidable enemy.

Among the most sensational pieces of news a while ago, there was the re-opening of the gates of the Underworld, which had been closed for 300 years.

Mingdu is also called the capital of curse and killing. They do not believe in the Dao, nor do they pursue ascension. They believe that death and life are one and the same thing. The people of Mingdu use spells to curse themselves crazily and obtain an immortal body.

The man from Mingdu at the front of the line slowed down and glanced here suddenly.

Rouge Beast took a step forward and let out a low growl.

The paper face was not afraid, and turned to look at the sedan chair behind, as if asking for the opinion of the occupants.After a while, I don't know how they communicated, and the team continued to move forward, ignoring the members of the Hehuan Sect.

After this weird team had gone a long way, He Cheng swallowed: "Master, look—"

The faint light shone on the sedan chair, casting the shadow of a dog. Reminiscent of the previous behavior of the face on paper, He Cheng couldn't help but have a horrible guess. Could it be that the real leader of the dreaded Underworld is a Yin dog?

This time, people from Mingdu came to the southern region to practice. As soon as the news spread through Tianjilou, it immediately caused panic.

Mingdu acts both righteous and evil. They don't kill people, but they do things that are more terrifying than killing people. All their prey will be cursed to become paper faces, and they will never be reborn forever.

Many monks hope that the major forces will unite, just like expelling the Acacia Sect, to expel the underworld.However, until the Mingdu people crossed the Southern Territory Line, no family stood up to express their opinion.

……

A blizzard continued for three days.

Du Shenglan tried to sneak in through the back door of Renyi Hall.

"Du Qingguang left a few days ago."

The voice came from above, and when Du Shenglan looked up, Gu Yamu was sitting on the eaves looking at him.

"I don't know how to use a messenger to notify me." Du Shenglan muttered, changed the previous sneakiness, and swaggered open the door.

Gu Yamu said lightly: "I'm watching the action trajectory of Mingdu to make sure you don't walk in the same line."

Du Shenglan also heard a lot of rumors along the way. He had only lived for 300 years and he didn't know much about the underworld capital for [-] years.The outside world's description of Hades sounds even more insane than the deeds of the evil dragon.

"Do you know how to curse and kill?" Du Shenglan flew up to the eaves and sat beside him and asked casually.

This dragon has always liked to study dark spells.

Unexpectedly, Gu Yamu shook his head and said meaningfully: "Only the dead can curse people without scruples."

To a certain extent, the spells are similar to the divination of Taoist Tianji, they all backfire on themselves, and the people of Mingdu have always maintained a strange state of half-life and half-death.

Gu Yamu suddenly said: "That dog in Mingdu may live longer than me after calculating the time."

Du Shenglan became interested: "What dog?"

"A yin dog, I don't know much about it, but some people in my era called it a tengu. It likes to eat strange things, and the sword spirit has eaten it too."

Speaking of Sword Spirit, Du Shenglan finally got back to business, looking around: "Where is Monk Wuyun?"

"I'm back to the Golden Temple. I guess it's time to re-investigate the disciples of the Golden Temple who have disappeared over the years."

Speaking of this, Gu Yamu sneered: "I should really thank Du Qingguang for his suspicion. If it wasn't for his idea, it would be difficult for Mo Cang to release a ray of evil energy on his own initiative."

Du Shenglan wandered outside for nearly half a month, and the news of Du Ming's death had already spread. The onlookers couldn't see anything unusual about the thunder calamity, but the Du family would not easily believe that a genius died under the six-fold thunder calamity.

"Now they have confirmed that the natural sage has nothing to do with Lei Jie, and I can have multiple retreats in the future."

Otherwise, Gu Yamu's identity would be doubted once again if the born saint and the master of the lore palace got so close.

Du Shenglan: "Now all that's left is for Zhumo to take the initiative to pick through the dirty things of the Mohist family."

He had thought about it carefully before, and it was not suitable for Monk Wuyun to come forward first. Du Qingguang was suspicious, and he might guess that there was someone else in Renyi Hall that day.

"You don't need to be too concerned," Gu Yamu said, "Zhu Mo will take the initiative to come to me."

Du Shenglan gave an 'hmm' sound with some doubts, and he actually hummed a small milky sound when he took a breath of cold wind because of the cold weather.

Gu Yamu's heart skipped a beat: "Mo Cang broke into the Hall of Renyi and made some noise, now everyone outside knows about it..."

There was no pause in his speech, Du Shenglan looked a little confused: "Are you all right?"

Gu Yamu adjusted his tone without changing his expression: "Before we charged a lot of ticket fees for information."

Now the outside world knows that the Lord of the Lore Palace holds the privacy of the big family, and it will be more credible to say it from his mouth, and what Zhumo wants is this credibility.Because of Mo Cang's provocative act of trespassing, he released a piece of information in a fit of anger, which seemed reasonable to the outside world.

Du Shenglan pondered for a few seconds: "As long as the news is released at that time, Zhumo came to you, and he has Sun Moon Building's cronies, Du Qingguang and Mo Cang will logically think that all this is Zhumo's scheme."

Instead of suspecting that they already knew about the sword spirit.

Gu Yamu smiled and said: "After all, in this matter, I'm just acting as a 'spokesperson'."

When Du Shenglan secretly lamented how beautifully this scapegoat was thrown, the smile on Gu Yamu's lips disappeared: "People like Mo Cang are nothing to be afraid of."

It's not that the strength is not enough to be feared, but that no matter how powerful these people are, they are on the bright side.

Looking at each other, Gu Yamu reminded him: "The rats in the gutter are the ones that deserve the most attention."

Du Shenglan thought of the patriarch of Zhanyue Mountain, and sighed softly: "...Xuzhou."

-

Polar snow mountains.

While the white-robed man was wandering, he carefully searched for the formation between Fairy Peak and Hunter Peak.

These formations were specially arranged by Du Shenglan who broke through that day in order to prevent Du Qingguang and others from teleporting to him.Although most of it was destroyed, residual energy was still there.

The appearance of the man in white robe is very ordinary, but there is an indescribable taste, like willows in early spring, which makes people linger and forget to return.

No one knows better than him the formation to suppress the evil dragon under the Longquan Waterfall in Zhanyue Mountain. It was arranged by himself in the past. If he wants to untie it, the other party must have quite deep attainments in the formation.

An expert looking at the doorway, the white-robed man inspected the damaged formations one by one, and sincerely praised: "It's amazing."

The person who set up this formation can be called a formation master.

Every formation master has his own style of drawing formations, Xu Zhou roughly understood the formation habits of those who set up formations in the snowy mountains, and straightened up again.If there is a chance in the future, he will find a way to sneak into Zhanyue Mountain, and compare the way of breaking the formation under Longquan Waterfall, so that he can confirm whether the natural saint and Du Shenglan are the same person.

Xuzhou has lived until now, and he looks at things from a different angle.

He has always suspected that the master of the lore hall is Gu Yamu in disguise, and that the evil dragon takes care of the natural saint like this, there must be a relationship between the two parties, and only Du Shenglan meets this condition.

"If it's really a person, it's interesting."

Xu Zhou said to himself, and suddenly smiled, no abnormality was detected in the Pei family's blood spirit platform, the dragon must be accompanied by a Pei family member, and this person's aura, in some unknown form, has hidden everything from the Pei family people.

"Did you practice my breath-holding technique?"

The smile on Xu Zhou's face was frozen, and the hand hidden in his sleeve was always ready to pull the hidden weapon.

Behind him, a shepherd boy came riding an old scalper, with a pair of vicissitudes and deep eyes on the boy's face, which looked very strange.

"Don't worry, I'm here to help you."

Du Shenglan did not die for a long time, and Tiandao may even be a natural saint, which made the shepherd boy very anxious.The shepherd boy can't interfere with Du Shenglan's life and death, but he can kill with a knife.Due to the rules, he couldn't make it too obvious. The shepherd boy sat on the back of the ox and looked at Xu Zhou coldly: "I can give you some pointers on your formation."

A perfect trapping formation that can trap Lei Jie's formation.

……

Hall of Benevolence and Justice.

Immediately after the breakthrough, he rushed to Du's house to hack people, and then traveled for many days. Du Shenglan is now physically and mentally exhausted.But he didn't intend to rest, he sat in the courtyard and practiced quietly.

Gu Yamu didn't know when to appear: "You should go to rest."

Du Shenglan opened his eyes: "It's not necessary."

The mottled tree shadows showed teeth and claws on the snow, and Gu Yamu had a half-smile: "I was walking among the people, and I heard women coaxing children. If they didn't listen to sleep, they would be eaten by big bad wolves."

Du Shenglan opened his mouth.

It turned out that when Gu Yamu was speaking, the tree shadows on the snowy ground were covered by a bigger shadow, and a huge black mist appeared on the ground, and it was hard to tell whether it was a dog or a wolf by the outline.

Gu Yamu obviously noticed it, and kept Du Shenglan behind him quietly.

This shadow gave Du Shenglan an unprecedented sense of crisis, his throat moved and he asked, "If I sleep now, will it leave?"

Gu Yamu responded cruelly: "I'm afraid not."

dong dong dong.

The outsiders didn't ask the host at all. After knocking on the door, their bodies squeezed in through the crack of the door.This scene was very horrifying, the fragmented body flowed all over the ground, and then recovered again, and the paper face floated to the shadow.

"You, it's delicious." The gloomy words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth.

The face on paper has only two small holes instead of eyes, and the focal length cannot be seen, but Du Shenglan is sure that this sentence is for himself to hear.

Gu Yamu's eyes were gloomy and cold, and a ball of flames sprang out of his palm, exuding a terrifying aura.

The paper face seemed to sense danger, and took a step back: "But it won't eat you."

Du Shenglan suddenly understood that the face on paper was just the messenger of the shadow.

"I invite you... to come... to be Mingzi."

It was a bit difficult to say this sentence on paper.

Mingzi?

It sounds noble.

Gu Yamu's cold voice broke Du Shenglan's longing: "They want to replace your heart with an inextinguishable candle, and fuse it into a walking dead."

Du Shenglan's complexion changed: "Why me?"

When I asked the question, I already had the answer in my mind, and it was probably related to my own 'death' once. He seized the sky thunder, which is equivalent to dissipating the Taoist body once.

This time it was the shadow that spoke, and the shadow merged into a cloud of black mist, the surrounding temperature dropped considerably, and the snowflakes in the air froze into ice particles.Black Mist spat out two words: "Suitable."

Du Shenglan thought that he was so good at talking nonsense, he should have a lot to talk to Taoist Tianji.

The flame in Gu Yamu's palm became brighter and brighter, he narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously ready to kill.

Du Shenglan grabbed his sleeve and shook his head.Mingdu is good at incantations, so Gu Ya is already injured, once they fight, it will definitely make the injury worse.

"Becoming Mingzi, does it mean immortality?"

The black mist moved slightly, as if agreeing.

Du Shenglan: "I have a friend who has been dead for at least 1000 years, but his soul is still alive. The noble status of Mingzi is more suitable for him."

Seeing that Heiwu didn't respond, Du Shenglan quickly said: "I have made a deal with him, I should have his aura on me, don't believe me, you can smell it?" He paused and smiled awkwardly: "I don't treat you like a dog... ..."

The black mist suddenly approached, and Gu Ya's wooden hands had turned into dragon claws.But Heiwu didn't move any more, and walked around Du Shenglan for a long time, before saying in a hoarse voice, "Your friend...is very nice."

It has never encountered such a rotten soul breath.

Du Shenglan's eyes showed nostalgia: "Yes, he is very kind. He not only gave me a chance to survive, but also helped me improve my exercises. I have always been very grateful and wanted to repay him."

After finishing speaking, he said softly: "I will provide Mingdu with a suitable candidate for Mingzi, and the introduction fee..."

This time, even the face on paper glanced at him.

"...friend?" Black Mist's hoarse voice was full of suspicion.

Du Shenglan was expressionless: "A true friend, so I will send him to last forever."