Walk the career line in Xianxiawen

Did Wei Yin learn some kind of secret technique and wanted to take the entire Sword Mountain as his own?

Xie Xingxiu raised his eyebrows, isn't the other party afraid that this move will be too eye-catching and will attract Master Yongsheng out?

Or, Wei Yin originally came up with this idea.

When Xie Xingxiu thought of this, he suddenly felt like watching the fire from the other side.

If Master Yongsheng could smash all the spiritual thoughts on Wei Yin's body, it would save him a lot of effort.

Worried that watching the fire from the other side would catch his body on fire, Xie Xingxiu took the magic weapon with him, and set up several barriers and bridges between spaces to escape.

If peak Huashen wanted to attack him, he might not even be able to move. In order to prevent this situation, Xie Xingxiu had thought out a way to escape.

He got closer and poked out with his spiritual sense, wanting to see what Wei Yin was doing there.

……

After Jing Xiange found the Daoshan teleportation array, he easily destroyed the teleportation array.

There are 81 shackles on his body, nine of which are in the eyes.

Those with double pupils will practice chaotically.

Jing Xiange kills as soon as he opens his eyes, so he usually keeps his eyes closed.

Because of her special body, Jing Xiange had a clear view of the treasures in the knife mountain, and easily found what she wanted.

A fairy treasure that contains the Tao of life and death - a good treasure that can open his eyes without hurting anyone.

Jing Xiange put this thing on, and this thing entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and there was a red spot between her eyebrows, like a plum falling in snow, as if she was born with it.

He opened his eyes that hadn't been opened for a long time.

Eyes that were as blue as the sky and water were slightly lifted up, as if you could see the bottom of the lake at a glance, like clear waves, gurgling and lingering.

Jing Xiange was in a good mood, walked a few steps forward, and felt a slight fluctuation in Wei Yin's direction.

This breath... a bit like an old acquaintance.

He put his chin on his hand, reckoning that Wei Yin should have met Chong Mingniao.

At the next moment, a tornado suddenly prevailed in the sky, and aboveboard took a bunch of spiritual treasures and spiritual weapons from Jing Xiange, and sent them to Wei Yin, even the broken copper and iron, as if treating this place as a own home.

Jing Xiange laughed.

This robber's method is exactly the same as that of the Lord.

He was about to go there when he stopped suddenly.

Sensing the movement coming from somewhere, Jing Xiange turned around, "Are you out of breath?"

You must know that everything in Daoshan is now owned by Yongsheng. Wei Yin's move is like a mortal plucking the hair on the tiger's buttocks, not only plucking, but also burning the tiger's tail.

How can the tiger not be angry.

Master Yongsheng's seven orifices were filled with smoke, and he had already stopped his meditation practice.

Jing Xiange paced away, his body was full of colors, all kinds of spells were intertwined, he was planning to delay the time for Wei Yin, to prevent Master Yongsheng from passing, when suddenly his body froze and he closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes without haste.

"Jing Xiange" looked up at the direction of Master Yongsheng, lowered her head and pinched her fingers, the light and shadow shuttled between her fingers, her tone was slightly slow, "Has the end of the ten days passed?"

I have been in a coma for a month.

The coma didn't last long this time, and she had expected it, so she wasn't surprised.

"Next time, don't be reckless, even if you are within your own boundaries, you have to be careful."

The way of heaven has become all living beings and all things, so naturally we must abide by the rules.

"Jing Xiange" took a step forward.

After a step of ten miles, he suddenly came to Master Yongsheng!

Mage Yongsheng just left, and wanted to go to the place where the commotion happened immediately, but he found that there were other auras peeping here, so he sent another clone/body to deal with another junior who didn't know what to do.

After Master Yongsheng finished all this, Jing Xiange also came in front of him.

Before Mage Yongsheng could see what was in front of him, he sent out the attack first, with a strong demonic energy, instantly changing thousands of innocent souls, and the whole space sank, like the cool mist blowing in when the door opened in the morning , a sense of wetness ensues.

In a radius of ten miles, the sky suddenly darkened.

Jing Xiange saw the dense crowd of unjust souls roaring, shouting, and crying, among them were the suzerain, elders, and many disciples of the Wuji Sect.

Their expressions are either numb or painful, and they have become walking corpses, which have been completely refined.

The reason why everyone hates Moxiu is also because Moxiu has no conscience and likes to refine living souls, and the refined souls——

If you don't enter reincarnation, you will lose yourself.

Losing consciousness, he became a weapon that Moxiu wielded to other innocent people.

These refined souls are contaminated with sin, abandoned by the world, and not tolerated by heaven. Unless the time is reversed, there is no possibility of resurrection.

The methods of magic cultivators are too poisonous and evil, and they are despised by monks.

Jing Xiange's figure gradually faded, and she actually avoided this round of attack.

She found that among those souls there were still living souls struggling.

After all, Jing Xiange's physical body is only a foundation building, but if it is touched by Yongsheng's attack, it will be wiped out.

Her fingertips were crystal clear, and the causal lines between her finger bones were densely packed. She was cut off by all kinds of demonic energy and slashing attacks, but the victory was due to the large number, and finally a root was connected to Yongsheng's body.

In the air, one person's demonic aura is flowing, and the other's red lines are intertwined.

The boy suddenly said: "Do you regret it?"

……

It is impossible for the Li family not to notice such a big movement in Daoshan.

They found out, and rushed towards Knife Mountain.

Originally, a teleportation array was set up at the knife mountain, but it was destroyed by someone, so the dragons had to fly away on spirit beasts or Yujian.

If Huashen wanted to pass, it only took a dozen or so breaths, but halfway through, the purple-clothed Huashen suddenly bent down, spat out blood, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The Li family panicked, and so did the patriarch. They quickly helped him up and let the demon lean on him. There was a snake demon respectfully handing him the medicine. The patriarch hurriedly let him take it, "Zi Yi, what's wrong with you?"

"Backlash." Ziyi Huashen wiped away the filth around his lips, his eyes flickering.

"What happened to Yongsheng again?" The patriarch frowned.

It is clear that Yongsheng learned the way of ruthlessness, how could he be timid in doing things after becoming a demon?

Isn't it normal for Moxiu to kill a few people?

For the safety of Ziyi Huashen, the two demons had to meditate on the spot for a while, and the patriarch asked other disciples to go there first, while he accompanied Ziyi Huashen.

The foot strength of other monks in the clan was not so fast, so Wei Yin couldn't stop Wei Yin from hollowing out the knife mountain.

In the distance, Master Yongsheng suddenly shrank his pupils and froze his body.

He felt like he forgot something.

The line of sight gradually became clear, and the scenery came into view.

Yongsheng is light-headed and heavy-headed, and there is nowhere to display the tyranny in his heart, but whenever he wants to release the rage, a heart-piercing pain follows, which makes him suffer unceasingly.

The sky is round and the earth is wide, but it is not a familiar appearance.

The magic breath was raging around Mage Yongsheng, but finally he did not attack again.

"I... why am I here?"

The hoarse voice was full of puzzlement and bewilderment, and the magic breath dispersed for a while, revealing a very old face.

He was about to die. If he hadn't been possessed by a demon, he would have already returned to the underworld.

Seeing that Master Yongsheng became more awake, the invisible causal lines on Jing Xiange's body wound towards Yongsheng one after another, from limbs to head, and then invaded the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yongsheng didn't know at all, just asked over and over again.

"Why am I here?"

"who am I?"

"Why do I feel...uncomfortable?"

At the end of the question, I choked up.

He didn't understand where his emotions came from.

It seems that the hands and feet are cold from this inexplicable emotion, and the heart is also cold, involving emotions, unconsciously, tears are streaming down the face.

"Look around." A young man's clear voice came from beside his ear.

Yongsheng froze and looked to the left.

Without his order, the disciples of the refined Wuji Sect stopped in the air in an orderly manner, their chests were empty, and only the devilish energy filled them.

Several images suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Grandpa, I'm going out to play with my senior sisters!"

The little pink dumpling saluted crookedly, then bounced out the door and threw herself into the arms of the senior sister.

Seeing this, a white-haired old man put down the jade slip in his hand and shook his head helplessly, "Be careful when you go out."

His little granddaughter is the most disobedient, but she is so spoiled by her family that she even dares to pull out his beard.

The white-haired old man frowned and stroked his dwindling beard.

Although it can be grown by casting spells, it is not the previous few roots after all.

Seeing this, Yongsheng smiled.

Yes, he remembered that there were few well-behaved disciples in the sect who were willing to practice hard, and they often took Yaoyao out to play without telling him, and they knew how to eat, drink and have fun all day long.

As soon as he smiled, his mind seemed to have been torn apart, turning mountains and seas, causing him to bend over in pain.

The pain reminded him of something.

After recovering this part of the memory, Master Yongsheng's magic breath became more unstable, and those unjust souls began to cry because of the turmoil of the master's soul.

Jing Xiange took a few steps back, and set up a few barriers, which could barely block the attack.

"Yaoyao—"

He stood in his own memory, his voice hoarse when he shouted.

The Wuji Sect was full of corpses up and down.

And Yaoyao, whom he loved for seven years, was frightened and cried by this scene, sitting on the ground and unable to stand up, seeing "self" approaching slowly, subconsciously opened his arms to hug and comfort, hiccupped while crying, "Grandpa..."

"No, Yaoyao, run, run!" Yong Sheng, who was watching this memory, was heartbroken.

Get up and run!

Don't let him near you!

Yongsheng's eyes were scarlet, and he saw "myself" lowered his head and stopped in front of Yaoyao.

Yaoyao tugged on his sleeve, as if there were acquaintances present, the crying gradually died down.

Yongsheng saw that he put his hand into Yaoyao's chest with his own hands, the child's expression instantly crumpled, and he looked at him in disbelief.

Yaoyao has embarked on the path of self-cultivation since childhood, even if her heart was ripped out, she did not die immediately.

After experiencing the double pain of heart and body/body, she died gradually, and her small body was bitingly cold.

Yongsheng rolled and crawled to her side, unable to touch her body no matter what.

He still maintained the posture of hugging, and the nearly [-]-year-old man beat the ground and burst into tears.

Yongsheng knelt on the ground decadently, and the scenes kept changing. He saw himself killing his younger brother, elders, and disciples with his own hands. His daughter tried to awaken his conscience, but was cut off by him with a single sword. Tossed on a branch, half fell to the ground.

After killing people, he arrested the souls of the Wuji Sect and fled.

Until now.

Master Yongsheng knelt down and trembled, and couldn't even make a sound for a long time.

"Ah... ah—"

"what!!!"

Jing Xiange was finally injured by Huashen's unconscious and indiscriminate roar. She paused and wiped away the blood, as if she was talking to herself: "It's just a small injury, don't need to change it."

Master Yongsheng was almost insane.

He seemed to be a mute who couldn't speak, babbling and hoarse, weeping blood every sentence.

The Wuji sect is originally harmonious and peaceful, with a clean and upright way of life, if it weren't for him...

If it wasn't for him—

"The Wuji sect died at your hands. Shi Wuhui swore that he would take your head. You should save the whole body first, and save his life."

Jing Xiange clasped the causal line and made a sound.

Master Yongsheng really wanted to kill himself immediately to comfort the souls of the dead. He let go of the unrefined soul, knelt on the ground, cried and laughed, like a lunatic.

He... has no face to face Shi Wuhui.

There is no face to live in the world.

Jing Xiange asked again: "Do you remember why you became possessed?"

Even if Yongsheng is about to sit down, according to the normal trajectory, he will not degenerate into a demon because of this.

But Master Yongsheng not only became possessed, but also destroyed the Wuji Sect that he worked so hard to protect all his life.

When Master Yongsheng heard this, his headache got worse and he didn't answer for a long time.

When Jing Xiange saw this, he knew that he couldn't ask anything.

"After all, it has something to do with the Second Heaven," she murmured.

The author has something to say:

I didn't think about washing Master Bai Yongsheng, there was something wrong with Yongsheng ahead.

happy new year~