The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Cangyang Sect, Qiantian Sect and Jiufang Sect are listed as the three Yantian Sects.But Cangyang and Qiantian are one east and one west, thousands of miles away, and rarely communicate with each other.

In the previous gatherings of Venerable Yuanying, I have seen several Yuanying monks of Cangyang Sect, but I have never heard of Cangyang Sect Master.

It turned out that the Cangyang Sect Master encountered a bottleneck in his path and could not improve his realm, so he had to retreat all year round to find a way to continue his life.

He suddenly recalled that a few years ago when his master concealed his identity and accompanied him to the Wang family in Qianyuan Town, he met the monk named Zhang from the Cangyang clan.

Daoist Zhang didn't know the identity of Daoist Juechen, and wanted to exchange him as an apprentice with a high-level magic weapon, which angered Daoist Juechen.

Wen Feng originally wanted to kill him, but he escaped with the secret method of substitute death, and he didn't know what happened afterwards.

At that time, I was still worried that Master would become enmity with the Cangyang Sect Master because of this, which would affect Lingyuan Peak, and even cause the entire Qiantian Sect and the Cangyang Sect to be at odds.

Thinking about it now, I didn't understand anything at that time.I don't know how strong and terrifying Wenfeng is.

Wenfeng and the three talked and laughed happily about Jiufangzong.The news of Dongling Daojun's death cannot be concealed for long.

He has been unable to retreat, and soon some monks from other sects will become suspicious, and then start to test.

The situation where the three sects of Xia Tian stand on top of each other will soon change.In a year or two at the earliest, there will be other sects ready to seize the territory of Jiufangzong.

They just have to wait and see the play.

One after another still couldn't get in the words, so they could only stay silent on the sidelines.

***

The blue sky is mighty, the sun and the moon are shining, and the auspicious clouds are thousands of miles away.

Over Lingyuan Fairy Mountain, the clouds are steaming and the rosy clouds are shining brightly.

Daoist Juechen's joint registration ceremony was unprecedentedly grand, and it attracted the amazement of millions of monks.

"This is the car of the Sovereign of the Nine Directions!"

"The demon king! It's the flying car of the demon king!"

"Where is this Luanjia?"

"Mozun! Xingyan Demon Lord is here too?!"

"That is the emblem of Yuhengzong!"

Not only Qiantianzong, but even Qianyuan Town at the foot of the mountain was crowded with people.

Even though the low-level monks who are soft-spoken are not eligible to be invited into Lingyuan Peak, there are still many people who come to Qiantianzong to join in the fun.

It is such a rare opportunity to meet demons, demons, and all the top powers of Dao, which is rare once in a lifetime.

In the Dust Wind Hall of Lingyuan Peak, red silk is hung high, fluttering in the wind.

The resplendent fairy palace is shining under the clear light and warm sun. The brilliant glazed tile roof and the crimson cornices carved with dragons and phoenixes connect with the stretching green Cangshan Mountains, which is majestic, luxurious and elegant.

The guests came one after another like a cloud. At the entrance of the nine halls, the guests who came to the wedding were greeting the host.

"Brother, I have the opportunity to see my elder brother wearing a wedding dress in this life, thanks to my elder brother's rescue many times," Yu Xing snotted and cried, pulling the long sleeves one after another, speechless with excitement.

The originally festive face looked very funny because of the "eight" character twisted out of the eyebrows.

He tugged on his sleeves one after another with a blank expression, worried that the big bitter gourd would rub his nose on his clothes.

I don't know what the big bitter gourd is so excited about. It's him who got married, not the big bitter gourd himself.

"You look so good in red." Xu Wan couldn't help admiring.

On weekdays, they wear pure white Taoist robes one after another. Although they have an extremely handsome appearance, their detached and indifferent temperament makes the surroundings stained with a thin layer of frost.

Today, she changed into a bright red dress, which added a bit of bright enthusiasm, and made the white jade shine like a bright light, shining wonderfully in all directions.

She sighed unconsciously again: "Songyu must most want to see you in wedding clothes, but unfortunately..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly realized that it was too inappropriate to say these words at this time, so he hurriedly covered his mouth.

"It's okay." He smiled lightly one after another, "I think so too."

He never cared about surprises, but if he wanted to invite guests to his wedding ceremony, there must be Xue Songyu.

For his wedding banquet, he doesn't care whether he can invite the great powers from the Yantian Realm to patronize him, but he must invite Xue Songyu to have a drink.

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity.

Daoist Huantian stood aside with folded arms, quietly watching and chatting with his disciples one after another.

This piece of world-renowned treasure can fascinate him no matter when he looks at it.Unfortunately, the wedding banquet was not his.

After exchanging greetings with a Nascent Soul cultivator, Taoist Juechen walked over slowly.

He was wearing the same bright red wedding dress, rich and handsome, dignified and elegant, surpassing the good fortune of the world.The natural king's demeanor is fully displayed, and with a glance of the phoenix's eyes, thousands of living beings can't help bowing their heads at his feet.

Cultivators below Yuan Ying are not qualified to be received by him in person, but to make friends with the best friends, the Dao Lord of Huantian, Liu Changji, must have a chat.

"Changji, you and I sat opposite each other in the flower garden, and we have been drinking together for many years. Today I invite you to a wedding wine. You must drink to your heart's content, and you won't return until you're drunk."

Liu Changji sneered as he watched him show off triumphantly to himself, and motioned to follow behind to deliver the congratulatory gift.

He personally presented a half-person-high brocade box in front of him with both hands.

They were slightly taken aback one after another, didn't Taoist Huantian send someone to send the congratulatory gift before?What do you mean now?

Liu Changji raised his mouth meaningfully: "Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

Qingyan eyes glanced at Wenfeng.Wenfeng was very interested, and smiled playfully: "Open it and have a look, I am also curious about what Changji will send you alone."

Successively, a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hesitantly opened the lid of the box.

A broad-edged epee full of spiritual energy was placed in a brocade box, and the cold light was flowing and intimidating, and the overwhelming hostility made the guests present terrified.

This is Yan Tian Sword Master's natal sword, Que Yang.

"Wenfeng gave you his sword, and I will give you mine too." Liu Changji sneered arrogantly, "Someday you regret your decision today and want to kill him, this sword can help you."

They were dumbfounded one after another.

This is his wedding banquet with Wenfeng.

He was worried that Lord Wu Ya would come to disrupt the situation, but fortunately Wu Ya didn't show up, so he only sent his subordinates to send a few precious gifts that couldn't be written down in the gift list.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, how could he have expected that Daoist Huantian would come to make trouble in a grandiose manner.

A gust of hostile wind blew by, and the surrounding guests lowered their heads like quails, and no one dared to speak.The scene was suddenly dull and embarrassing.

Daoist Juechen seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he didn't take it seriously at all. He laughed as usual: "A Xu, Changji is not like me. He has five sharp swords. Que Yang is the only magic weapon that is related to him by blood." .This gift is extremely precious, we will keep it for him.”

Yiling Yuanfeng's relatives immediately stepped forward and carried the brocade box to the back hall.

With a sneer on the corner of Liu Changji's mouth, he exchanged a glance with Wen Feng, walked into the banquet hall by himself, and sat down beside Fang Xiu who was already seated.

After a while, laughter and laughter resumed in the nine halls, and the sound of silk and bamboo was flourishing.

Just as Daoist Huantian left, Demon Lord Xingyan and Demon King stepped into the Dust and Wind Palace again.

Ling Chengze was still dressed in a bright and luxurious brocade gown with gold embroidery and red background.However, the pattern of golden weaving flames is replaced by a golden patterned dragon, which is also a happy clothing style.At first glance, I thought the groom was him.

A shadow was shrouded in the deep brows and eyes that were beaming in the past, and the indistinguishable and handsome face was a little cold, and the hostility in his body made people dare not look directly at him.

He glanced at Wenfeng coldly, and walked straight to the center of the hall without saying a word.Walk to the table where Fang Xiu and Liu Changji are, and sit down on the other side of Fang Xiu.

As soon as he was seated, he picked up the wine glass and drank it by himself.

Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently, picked up the wine glass, and drank with him silently.

Xingyan Demon Lord is a different person from usual, while the Demon King is still gentle and elegant as usual.

He smiled courteously at Continuity: "Find a place to say a few words alone?"

Subconsciously looked at Wenfeng one after another, but before the other party nodded in agreement, he was already pinched by the demon king's wrist and forcibly pulled to the quiet Ranyan Hualin outside the Chenfeng Palace.

The demon king was as unreasonable as ever, with a calm smile, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his behavior.

But the voice was much more solemn than the usual frivolous tone: "Cheng Ze had been drinking for a few days before he came."

He sighed helplessly: "It's a pity that I didn't drink Chengze's wedding wine today. After another, you chose the wrong one. Juechen is not a person worth entrusting for life."

They looked at each other blankly one after another without saying a word.

"I also chose wrongly."

He was taken aback by the inexplicable words of the demon king.What?

"If I had known of your appearance back then, I might have had the guts to gamble everything. Unfortunately, it's too late now, and it's useless to regret it."

"If one day, you know everything. I hope you don't blame me."

As soon as the words fell, the Yao Wang's slightly scholarly figure exuded a slight chill, and strode back to the Chenfeng Palace.

Standing alone under the tree one after another, bearing the fluttering and falling flowers alone, with a dazed face.

What the hell is the demon king talking about?He didn't understand a word.

When he walked back to the banquet hall alone in a daze, the spacious hall was already full of guests.

Except for Wu Ya, Dong Ling, Cangyang Sect Master, Yan Tian Yaomo Dao, all the Yuanying Venerables from all sects of the Immortal Sect have arrived.

There has never been such a grand event in the Yantian Realm for thousands of years.

Being able to become the Taoist companion of Juechen Daojun is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in ten lifetimes. There are thousands of monks in the Yantian Realm, and there is no one who does not envy and envy.

One after another should be proud of, but at the moment it is not very happy.

He never thought that he would get married before, let alone the grand ceremony of citizenship.

But if he lets himself imagine, a scene can emerge in an instant.

He and the people who are with him for the rest of his life live in a quiet and clean courtyard, without any red tape, without many guests, only three or five close friends who talk about everything, everyone sits in a group, drinks a few glasses of sake, and talks Never gossip about the romance and gossip of Xia Tian's powerful people.

Qingyan's eyes lowered slightly, and she stopped watching this banquet that was incompatible with her.

"What did the demon king tell you?" Wen Feng walked up to him, pinched Jing Run's cheek lightly, and asked with a smile, "Did you offend me?"

Exquisite thin lips raised a stiff smile: "No. I haven't quite understood what His Royal Highness the Demon King said. I don't know what he is talking about."

"He just talks like this, without thinking." Wen Ya laughed and sneered, "No matter what he said to you, don't pay attention."

He smiled lightly and said "hmm" one after another, and said no more.

The guests are all here, just waiting for the auspicious time, and the two visit the heaven and the earth.

At this time, a figure suddenly walked in outside the Chenfeng Hall, and the Taoist robe he was wearing was a monk from the Cangyang Sect.

Cultivator Cangyang walked into the hall with an invitation card in his hand, and saluted Taoist Juechen: "My father is in retreat and unable to travel, so he sent me here to attend the ceremony of joining the Taoist Lord on his behalf."

Taoist Juechen sent invitations to the Cangyang Sect Master, and the Cangyang Sect Master's disciples reported back, only saying that the master had no chance to participate in the retreat, and did not say that the suzerain's son would come.

At this moment, someone was sent here suddenly, and even the Nascent Soul cultivator of the Cangyang Sect showed surprise.

But since he came here with an invitation, he naturally wanted to receive it.

The front of the hall followed him, ready to lead him to his seat.

Cultivator Cangyang raised his head at this moment, saw his appearance clearly one after another, and was suddenly startled.

The son of Cangyang Sect Master turned out to be Daoist Zhang who was almost killed by Taoist Juechen back then.

The young master of the Cangyang Sect did not follow the disciples in front of the hall to the seat, he raised his mouth towards Juechen, with a bit of resentment in his malicious smile: "I wonder if Daoist Juechen still remembers me?"

"My injury is all thanks to the Taoist Lord."

When he bowed his hands to salute, the big sleeves slipped from his wrists to his elbows, exposing a section of his forearm.

One arm is intact, but the other is a hagana manipulator made of cold refined iron, not the original flesh and blood.

Taoist Juechen recalled it for a moment, Junya Feng's eyes were full of condescending condescension: "I don't have any impression of you. But before Cangyang Sect Master, someone escaped from my grasp by using a substitute death technique. Is it you?" ?”

The atmosphere between the two is a little delicate.

One after another, his brows almost wrinkled.

The young master of the Cangyang Sect must have chosen this time to come, and he must have no good intentions.

Hearing his tone, it seemed that he was resentful and wanted revenge.

But he is just a golden core.Not to mention him, even if several Nascent Soul cultivators from the Cangyang Sect were present, they were no match for Daoist Juechen.

What's more, this is Lingyuan Peak, and there is Fangxiu Qin Shi.

Successively shrinking his eyes, he stared at each other closely.

"I come here today, I have a big gift for you." The young master of the Cangyang Sect smiled at him: "A Xu."

This person had heard Juechen call him Axu before, and he had asked him what his last name was and which continuation it was.

They looked at him coldly one after another, full of vigilance in their hearts.

The person in front of the hall on the side warned coldly: "Friend Zhang Daoist, today is the day of Daojun's great joy. If you sincerely come to congratulate, please take a seat with me."

If you want to pick things up, the consequences are not hard to imagine.

"I naturally come to congratulate you sincerely." Young Master Cangyang took out a half-person-high wooden box from his Qiankun bag, "This is a congratulatory gift from me."

He said again: "I don't know if Taoist Lord Juechen still remembers Ouyang's family."

Fengming Peak's Ouyang family was massacred by the bride on the night of the wedding.

It was ominous for him to mention this matter at the joint membership ceremony of Taoist Juechen.

The Cangyang Yuanying at the table couldn't hold back anymore, they stood up and sternly said to him: "Nephew Zhang Xian, please come and take a seat."

He intentionally disturbed the ceremony of joining Taoist Lord Juechen, and many monks present had already darkened their expressions.

Daoist Juechen's eyes showed a sharp cold light, and a terrifying and violent spiritual pressure was faintly released from his body, obviously displeased.

No matter how presumptuous he is, he will surely arouse public outrage, and even Cangyang Zong Yuanying will be implicated.

The young master of the Cangyang Sect turned a blind eye to the elders of the sect, but he also knew that if he went on like this, he would only die.

He stopped talking, quickly opened the wooden box, and presented the contents in front of him.

Inside the wooden box was a broken iron sword.

That is the most common and cheapest iron sword in Mortal Realm.In the eyes of the upper-level monks in the hall, such a tattered and cheap thing would damage their noble status even if they looked at it more.

They frowned one after another.He knew this sword.It's his stuff.

He used it in Anshui Village, and when he was rescued by Juechen Daojun, he abandoned it on the ice field.

I didn't expect to see him again in my lifetime.

But Young Master Cangyang deliberately went to the barren land on the second floor of Yantian to find this sword, and brought it here, what is his plan?

Juechen Taoist Lord raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and raised his jaw towards the front of the palace.

Following his understanding, he stretched out his hand in front of Cangyang cultivator, pointing to the gate of Chenfeng Palace: "Please."

Daojun doesn't want any trouble to happen in his wedding ceremony.

If the young master of the Cangyang Sect knows what is good and what is wrong, and immediately leaves on his own, this matter will be dropped.If he still tried to make trouble, he could only be sent away forcibly—to the underworld.

Young Master Cangyang sneered in a low voice, and slowly turned and left holding the wooden box.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly turned his head and slapped the wooden box hard.

The spell written in advance on the wooden box was activated instantly, and for a moment, the blue light flourished, and the dazzling light flowed along the words of the spell, casting a brilliant phantom in the void.

One after another, he never expected that the other party would be so bold as to attack him in front of Juechen Taoist Lord Juechen and many Nascent Soul Venerables in the dusty wind palace, which was heavily guarded by the magic circle. In an instant, he was surrounded by golden charms.

In the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of him changes instantly.

The house was full of guests and friends, the magnificent Dust and Wind Palace disappeared without a trace, and there was only darkness left in the world.

A thought that didn't belong to him suddenly invaded the Lingtai, and one after another he realized that he was once again trapped in the illusion.

What does Daoist Zhang want to show him?

I don't know who it came from in my mind. The mood is strong and fierce, mixed with violence, anger, irritability, hatred, resentment... It seems to have gathered all the malice in the world, crazy and twisted, wanting to destroy everything in the eyes and everything in the world Exhausted.

As cold as an abyss, the boundless darkness that devours people's hearts gradually changes, and through a layer of distorted blood red, the blood pool hell with its teeth and claws gradually appears in front of it.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood are rotten, countless people are dying on the ground, and the ground is covered with skinny stumps and broken arms.

The heart-piercing wails all over the field spread to the ears, but they are intertwined into a melodious and melodious five-tone and six-temperament.

Killing and destroying to one's heart's content, watching others crouching at one's feet suffering, wailing in pain, has become a kind of joyful enjoyment.

Only at the time of carnage and massacre, can the tyrannical and turbulent heart find a moment of peace and tranquility.

This is pure evil.

This person is an evil ghost who was born in the abyss, enjoys blood and killing, brings pain and torture to thousands of creatures, and takes pleasure in it.

The crazy distortion of bloodthirsty love and killing made people startled one after another.

He was deeply trapped in hallucinations, half of his thoughts were himself, and half were the evil ghost.He couldn't do anything, he could only follow the opponent's footsteps and watch the heinous deeds he committed.

Is this what Daoist Zhang wanted him to see?Who is this man?

The half of his own thoughts made it difficult for him to maintain a ray of clarity amidst severe headaches.

The evil ghost looked up to the sky and laughed happily in the sea of ​​blood, and his reflection was reflected in the deep red sea of ​​blood on the ground.

I saw his appearance one after another.

A sharp and smooth jaw, a cyan mask with fine patterns, and a black hood that casts half a shadow on his face.

——Boundless.

A boundless demon who likes to play with people's hearts and enjoys watching others suffer and struggle.

The scenes changed one after another, watching Wu Ya chuckle and whisper in the ears of many people one after another, giving them advice, teaching them exercises and spells, luring them into becoming his pawns, enjoying the fun of revenge, and making more innocent people The people of the country are plunged into a new sea of ​​swords and flames.

Among those people, there are Chen Qi, Sheng Fei, Liu Zhang, Wang Zhizhuan, Zhang Jun'an, Xu Wan, Mrs. Yu Xiao who have known each other one after another...

There are many people he doesn't know.

Wuya went everywhere, pretending to be a god, and brought the sea of ​​suffering into the world of mortals.

The picture in front of him continued to change, and he saw an acquaintance one after another.

Although he was dressed and had a different temperament and demeanor than now, he recognized at a glance that it was the Demon King.

In an unknown room, smoky.The faint hookah exudes a treacherous atmosphere of conspiracy.

At this time, the Demon King's expression was stern and his eyes were cold, which was totally different from what he had seen one after another. He was gentle, but also a little frivolous and playful looking ignorant of the world.

He said to Wu Ya: "Three days later, Xing Yan will go to the hidden forbidden area of ​​the Ling Xiao Sect to try to break through the realm and transform into a god."

Wu Ya smiled indifferently: "Three days later, he will die."

The demon king smiled indifferently: "Don't forget, you agreed to my terms."

"Don't worry. As long as I get rid of Ling Chengze, I will immediately help you unify the demon clan and sit on the throne of the demon king."

They silently watched the two of them discuss how to let his own subordinates work together to surround and kill Ling Chengze while he was crossing the catastrophe, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Ling Chengze hit the realm of transforming gods, and only a few trustworthy people knew the location of his retreat.

The one who betrayed him was his longtime friend, the Demon King.

The Demon King revealed to Wu Ya the secret location of his retreat, and Wu Ya designed to make his subordinates betray at this time.

The Xingyan Demon King was once mistaken by people in the Demon Sect for his fall, Wu Ya took advantage of the time when the Demon Cultivators had no leader, and became the overlord of the Demon Sect.

The demon king betrayed him and secretly colluded with Wuya.

Ling Chengze is still kept in the dark.

After this scene, successive spiritual consciousness followed Wu Ya to the next location again.

The familiar scenery around him made his Lingtai turbulent, and the shock in his heart was stronger than before.

On the second floor of Yantian, in a wild forest outside Anshui Village, Wu Ya is shrouded in a dark cloak, which seems to attract all the "evil" in the world.

Next to him lay a wolf demon with snow-white fur, but half of his body was stained with blood.

"People in the village, killed your partner?"

The wolf demon seemed to understand what he said, whining and whining.

Wu Ya smiled with interest and asked, "Do you want to take revenge?"

The wolf demon growled in a low voice.

"I can help you." Senhan's laughing voice quenched the irrelevant sarcasm, "I can give you the power to kill all the villagers and avenge your partner."

"But you have to pay the corresponding price. You and your wolves will become violent and ignorant. You will no longer be accepted by this forest or any forest. You and your wolves will lose your hometown. "

"How to choose is up to you to think about."

The wolf demon whimpered a few times, seemingly hesitating.After a while, the wolf demon made a decision, showing his white fangs, and a bloody light flashed in his green eyes.

At that time, ordinary people had little knowledge and didn't know that there were skills in the immortal sect that could make monsters stronger, and they didn't know that this group of wolf monsters suddenly became difficult to deal with, all because Wu Ya was playing tricks behind their backs.

Then he saw his past self through Wu Ya's eyes.

At that time, he and the villagers of Anshui fought against the wolves attacking the village together.

Mortals couldn't deal with the berserk wolf demon, and the villagers of Anshui were bitten off by the wolves one by one.Under the lonely and cold night, corpses littered the fields in Anshui Village, and blood flowed like rivers.

The howling of the wolf demon and the wailing of mortals are intertwined and mixed.The boundaries between good and evil, life and death are blurred and blurred with blood.

Wu Ya, who was dressed in pitch black, melted into the night, with the corners of his mouth raised high, watching the massacre with joy, watching the young girls flee one after another, and stopping in the ice field to fight to the death with the wolves.

Monster beasts and mortals, no matter who loses or wins, it is a wonderful and lively show for Wu Ya, which makes him laugh out loud.

One after another, the spiritual consciousness saw that the past self was dying, sitting in the vast ice field waiting to die.

In this scene, none of the actors survived, which is Wu Ya's favorite ending.

However, for some reason, Wu Ya did not turn around and leave after the good show ended as before.

I saw him walking slowly towards me one after another.

……strangeness.

... This scene did not exist in his own memory.

He never thought that Wu Ya had seen him as early as that time, and he didn't remember that he had seen Wu Ya at this time.

... What does Wu Ya plan to do to him who has only one breath left?

I saw Wu Ya walking in front of me one after another.

His spiritual sense saw the reflection in his own eyes through Wu Ya's eyes.

The piercing chill that dripped into ice instantly rushed to the Lingtai, and the huge earthquake that seemed to be thundering from the sky made the successive blood vessels freeze into ice in an instant.

He must have had a splitting headache, a trance, and hallucinations.

No, he was already in an illusion.

When Wu Ya walked towards him, the pitch-black cloak fell off, revealing a floating, spotless white dress underneath.

The cyan mask has also disappeared, and the real face under the mask is reflected in the light of the lone moon.

The voiceless sound is gentle and elegant, like the spring breeze and drizzle in March, refreshing.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

One after another, I only felt frost and cold eroding my bones, and the Lingtai was in ignorance and chaos, and my three souls and seven souls were all frozen in the boundless and hopeless ice field.

I don't know how long it took before a more familiar name than "Wuya Demon Lord" gradually emerged in the blank mind-Jiechen Daojun, Wenfeng.

This is a trap deliberately set by the young master of the Cangyang Sect.

This was an absurd dream, everything he saw was false what others wanted him to see, not real.

He tried to persuade himself one after another: he was deeply trapped in hallucinations, and all he saw were illusions.

However, in the phantom of the past, standing beside him, the broken iron sword that connects the world and the illusion, chills his heart, telling him clearly that this phantom is the reality that he tries to ignore.

Wu Ya's footsteps did not stop because of his confusion.

The scenery in the illusion changed again, Wu Ya continued his entertainment, smiling happily watching the actors on the stage he built, playing all kinds of clowns hard.

The acquaintance scene appeared again.

I have been deeply impressed here one after another, and the memory is still fresh.

This is Qianyuan Town, the hall of the Wang family.

Wang Zhizhuan talked about the hatred in his heart, released the spell with his mortal body, and then exploded to death, turning into a pool of crimson mud.

And the person who contributed to this wonderful show was lazily holding a teacup, sitting in an excellent auditorium, watching his performance in a happy mood.There was also a person who accompanied him to the theater sitting next to him—one after another.

The stage was changed again and became the garden of Ouyang's family.

The actor who played the buffoon became the bride whom the Ouyang family did not want to marry.

Wu Ya smiled and bewitched the female cultivator who was about to be forced to marry: "The He family won't abide by the agreement, you'd better make another plan."

"I'll teach you a secret method, you should remember it first, in case you need it. This secret method is so powerful that it can even help you kill Ouyang Bige and Ouyang Shan."

"Don't you always envy her and hate her, and want to kill her in your dreams?"

The sun and the moon alternate, and night replaces daylight.

Ouyang's house in Yong Ye was full of flames and blood flowed all over the ground.Ouyang Bige and Ouyang Shan, together with other members of the Ouyang family, lay silently in a pool of blood.

The emotions he felt one after another told him that Wuya... Wenfeng was very satisfied with the scene in front of him.

Ling Chengze told him before that Ouyang Lige must have offended Wenfeng, so he gave up this usable pawn.

He still doesn't understand why Ouyang Fengzhu offended Wenfeng, but Wenfeng didn't refuse to save him, but deliberately borrowed a knife to kill someone.

The scenery in front of him changed instantly.

There are barren mountains and wild ridges, the vegetation is messy, and I don't know where it is.

But the people around Wu Ya knew each other one after another.

Zhang Jun'an, the master of Xiulin Peak, was lying on the ground with a huge black dragon covered in blood.

At this moment, Peak Lord Xiulin no longer had the arrogance of Venerable Yuanying, he looked panic-stricken, begging Wuya for mercy in extreme pain.

Beg him to let himself die happily.

The miserable wailing made Wuya feel happy physically and mentally. He fiddled with his fingers with great interest, and his five fingers stretched vigorously. At first glance, there was nothing there, but there was a trace of aura that was extremely difficult to detect.

"How is my puppet silk used?" Flicking his fingertips slightly, Peak Master Xiulin wailed again, and a new wound appeared on his already bruised body, blood splattered like pillars.

Zhang Jun'an looked indifferent, as if he didn't want to answer, but he had no choice but to speak due to his stern spirit pressure: "Yantian has never had a high-level monk of the Nascent Soul. See you for the first time."

Wu Ya was very satisfied with his answer and laughed out loud.

"Revenge, I will avenge you. My good deeds today have not been completed. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you may wish to tell me, and I can transform you again."

Zhang Jun'an kept silent.

Wu Ya didn't take it seriously: "Since that's the case, I won't disturb you to step into the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss at ease."

He ignored Zhang Jun'an, who suffered a backlash from spiritual energy because of his short-term improvement in cultivation by using pills, and only manipulated the puppet to dig out the dragon's heart and longan, peel off the dragon's sinews, and walked away triumphantly.

The innumerable evil deeds can never be exhausted in the East China Sea, the stage is still there, and the clown's singing has not stopped.

I don't know who the cultivator I saw at this moment is one after another. He nodded and bowed in front of Wu Ya, complimenting him repeatedly, with an attitude of obedience like a domestic dog.

There was a cold smile on the corner of Wu Ya's mouth: "I heard that you have encountered a bottleneck in your practice, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough in a hundred years?"

The cultivator shook his hips and flattered his fart, flattering to the extreme: "I hope the suzerain will teach me, and my subordinates are willing to be cattle and horses in this life, in order to repay the suzerain's great kindness."

"I can't help you." Leng Yin sneered, "but I can show you the way."

"There is a dilapidated hall in the wild forest behind the blood sect, and there is a monk who has lived away from the world for many years. If you can find a way to please him, you will definitely get something."

The monk was overjoyed and kowtowed to thank him.

The corners of Wu Ya's lips curled up: "I do good deeds every day, and I don't ask for anything in return, so you don't have to thank me. Whether you can find opportunities depends on your own good fortune."

In a blink of an eye, the scene changed to the ruined temple of the Blood Sect.

Qu Hai, with high cheekbones and a vicious and mean face, sat on the shabby futon.

The Blood Sect cultivator pretended to be groveling and flattered him, and successfully coaxed Qu Hai to give him the secret method of controlling beasts.

The monk promised to avenge Qu Hai and express his bad temper for him.

Wu Ya hid himself in the dark, looked at all this with a contemptuous and mocking smile, as if everything was happy.

This scene brought one after another shock and chill, no less than the moment when he knew that Wu Ya was Wen Feng.

Yangning City was a wound on his heart, the wound hadn't healed yet, and the congealed scab was torn off by someone brutally, creating a new wound dripping with blood.

He had previously questioned Wu Ya whether he was behind Yang Ning's incident.With a clear conscience, Wu Ya denied it confidently.

It's not really what he did, what he did, but as usual, building a stage and handing a knife.

Then I laughed to see how the person with this knife staged a "lively and interesting" show.

Yangning City was attacked by monsters and suffered heavy casualties.

The blood of the monks flowed like a river, and Wu Ya's hands were spotless and clean.

The continuous spiritual consciousness is like being in the boundless ice field outside Anshui Village again, with no anger, no fear, and no despair in my heart.There is no thought, only the bone-eating cold that keeps falling down and sinking into the cold abyss.

The stage of the next play is still fresh in his memory.

This scene was the first official meeting between him and Wu Ya three months ago.

He had been with Daoist Juechen for nearly five years. At this time, the other party put on a mask and stood in front of him unrestrainedly, but he didn't even notice it.

The inexplicable and weird feeling in my heart finally had an answer at this time.

Although Wu Ya was wearing a mask and his tone was gloomy and cold, his body shape and even his attitude from certain angles were very similar to Taoist Juechen, but he never had the slightest doubt.

Wu Ya took off his outer robe, and he only put on a middle coat, and the room was burning with aphrodisiac incense.

He no longer wants to think about why Wu Ya did this.

The stage changes, and the good show enters the next scene.

The demon king appeared again, holding a paper bag between his delicate fingers, and moved the tip of his nose from a distance of one foot.

"The taste is very similar, even the suzerain can hardly smell the difference."

Wu Ya grimaced, but didn't say a word.

The demon king slanted his lips, and used his proud illusion to change into Wu Ya: "I just need to do as you said, and spread this fake carnation on both of you?"

A cold voice sneered: "Although it's fake, it won't damage your cultivation, and it also has an aphrodisiac effect. Be careful, don't get it on Ling Chengze."

"Sometimes I really don't know whether you love him or hate him." The demon king frowned. "According to your plan, those iron puppets will attack him mercilessly."

"His cultivation base is so low, if he slows down a bit, he will be seriously injured, or even..."

Wu Ya didn't take it seriously: "Even if Ling Chengze uses his body as a shield, he won't let him get hurt even if he tries to get hurt. He can't avoid it, it's not a good time."

The demon king frowned deeply and stopped talking.

Watching all this silently one after another, I couldn't stop laughing in my heart.

In the past, Xue Qiao scolded him three times a day, saying that he had no brains, and he was not wrong at all.

Xue Songyu had reminded him many times that he was worried that he would be easily found by Wu Ya in his situation.

What did he say himself?With Master here, you can rest assured.

As everyone knows, when Taoist Juechen accepted him as his personal heir, he had already been found by Wu Ya, and became his pawn unknowingly, being manipulated in the palm of his hand.

Many people have told him before that Taoist Juechen is insidious, cunning, despicable and shameless.He doesn't believe it.

He doesn't believe anyone's words, he only believes in his glorious master, who he regards as a god.

Later, the facts were before his eyes, and there was no room for his disbelief.

Many people also warned him that he should leave Lingyuan Peak and Taoist Juechen, otherwise he would definitely regret his original choice in the future.

Just half a quarter of an hour ago, Huantian Daojun and Yaowang were still saying that.

He still doesn't believe it.

It's a pity that he doesn't have to wait until the future, he already regrets it now.

Half a quarter of an hour ago, the demon king was talking to himself, saying a lot of things he couldn't understand at all.

Said that he made a wrong choice, and said that he also made a wrong choice.

The demon king said that one day he would know the truth, so don't blame him.

He didn't expect that "someday" would come so quickly, and he learned the truth in less than half an hour.

The hallucinatory scene turned into Gold Dou City again.Wu Ya took the longan to auction, while his other identity was sitting in the box with Lian Lian, enjoying the performances of the actors.

At that time, they knew one after another that Wu Ya must be sitting somewhere, laughing and watching the commotion.

But he didn't know that Wu Ya was by his side, pretending to be nonchalant.

Then, one after another, Wu Ya ordered a chess piece from Cicada Peak, ordering him to secretly induce Dong Ling Daojun's pampering, and let Dong Ling accompany him to go shopping.Then let his subordinates pretend to be an inconspicuous foundation building, and let Dong Ling see the dragon tendons.

Sure enough, Dong Ling fell for it.

after that