My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

The moment Qing Yan stepped into Lingying Mountain, he immediately realized that this island was too deeply connected with his blood and soul.

As soon as he touched the chaotic energy of Lingying Mountain, he fell into the illusion of memory.

Shu Lang and Qing Yan are originally the same person, even if they lived two lifetimes, their temperament and logic of behavior are exactly the same.

This memory completely belonged to him, once he fell into it, he should not have noticed it was an illusion so early.

However, if we talk about the difference between Shulang a hundred years ago and Qingyan today, it is that Qingyan has a pleasing person whom he cares about. wide awake.

He has exorcised demons for hundreds of years, so he naturally knows what it means to be possessed by demons.

A person with a high level of cultivation can maintain his memory and sanity even when he is in a demon, but what he does is contrary to the Tao heart built up over the years.

The subjects who built a blessing tower for him a hundred years ago and prayed for his safety and health, now yearn for him to be enchanted, their eyes beseeching, and their voices are extremely bewitching.

The little boy clutched the corner of his robe tightly with his blood-stained hands. Seeing that he was unmoved, blood and tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he cried out in mourning.

"My lord, I blame Yunzhang's people for being ungrateful... Lingying Mountain didn't do anything wrong, so it deserves this catastrophe? Why do you still rely on these wicked people in this life... Don't you care about us? After all, you belong to Lingying Mountain King..."

Those scarlet little hands touched the golden fine lines on the dark blue cloth, and they were suddenly burned. The little boy couldn't help but stare down at the black mist emerging from the palm of his hand.

He seemed to be reminded again that now he was already a monster, and he was far apart from their king who was the head of the Cangcheng sect.

The little boy seemed to be irritated, and squeezed out a weird smile from between his teeth: "Wang...you come back with your demon power, and everyone in Yunzhang is afraid of you and stay away from you...no matter what you have done, how many people you have saved...they The fear of demons is engraved in my bones... I will no longer respect you as a Taoist priest... You will be betrayed by those close to you, and you will be expelled from the sect... There will be no place for you..."

The words stopped suddenly, and the vicious look on the little boy's face froze, he lowered his head in confusion, and looked at his body that had been split into two by the sword light.

His body was slashed by the exorcism runes carrying sharp sword energy, and he was sobbing in pain, his face was full of shocking blood and tears, and his eyes were red.He looked up at the indifferent eyebrows in disbelief, as if he couldn't recognize the king who made them dim sum with his own hands a hundred years ago.

The two bodies rolled down at the feet melted into the turbulent black mist, rising slowly, like thick ink smeared in the water, and scattered around, turning into thousands of figures screaming in grief and anger.

The wilderness was suddenly filled with billowing demonic energy and screaming questions, and the sadness and unwillingness contained in it seemed to resonate with the thousands of resentful souls in Lingying Mountain——

"The king has been in the human world for a hundred years! Changed the body of another race...became so ruthless! The king is greedy for comfort in the world...Have you ever thought about us who have been tormented in the black flames for a hundred years...I hate...I hate it!"

However, this massive uproar had just started, Zai Chuan seemed to dislike the noise, and the sharp and bright sword light arrived in an instant, slashing at the core of the demonic energy impartially.

As the dark blue robe fluttered, those calm eyes were filled with a chilling icy blue.

Zai Chuan hit the devil's core with one sword, and most of the devil's energy was dissipated under the feared sword of the group of demons, rushing to flee.

The screaming sound became more and more sharp because of the anger, almost piercing the eardrums: "Does the king want to beat us out of our wits, so that we will not enter reincarnation..."

Qing Yan was not in a hurry to kill them all, and retracted Zai Chuan, the tip of the sword was loose on the ground, and the cold voice said calmly: "I hit you to show your true colors."

The screaming in the name of an old man from Lingying Mountain suddenly stopped, and the vaguely visible figure in the demon core froze, knowing that the disguise that he thought was exquisite and seamless had been seen through.

The black shadow who couldn't distinguish facial features abandoned the child's voice and replaced it with another grown man's voice: "...how did the king notice it?"

Unexpectedly, Qing Yan had the patience to raise a few words at this time.

"If you want to collect debts from me, you should have planted an illusion when I entered Lingying Mountain. Be patient and read my memories, but I just want to choose people who impress me."

And the reason why he doesn't need to talk to outsiders-Xiao Ma has a pure heart, and was still young when he was sacrificed, even if he was possessed by a demon, how could he have such a deep and scheming way of persuading him.

Heiying was silent for a while, and said with a strange smile: "Yes... I didn't expect the king to be so calm and ruthless. Although I am not that old person, I am also your subject... You can kill your subjects without blinking..."

There was not a trace of turmoil on Qing Yan's face, but the words that came out of his mouth were as cold as frost: "You don't regret dying."

He saw the black shadow pause, the demonic flames suddenly rose due to rage, and the point of Zaichuan's sword was still pointing to the ground. His voice was slow and sharp, "I told you once, you are not allowed to move things that are not yours. Lingying Mountain never accepts them. You have never suffered from them before, so you are not worthy of talking. Now that you have come here uninvited and devoured the souls of many demon cultivators, this debt must be paid back."

Most of the barrier on Lingying Mountain collapsed, and the transfer circle also took away many demonized subjects, but all the subjects on the island would not disappear.And he stepped into Lingying Mountain for a long time, but there was only one old enemy waiting here.

The old enemy fused with the breath of many demonized subjects.

This familiar and long-standing warning seemed to have spanned 200 years, and it struck heavily on the black shadow whose identity had been identified, making him tremble all over, and the black mist froze.

Shu Lang was right, Lingying Mountain never accommodated him.

200 years ago, he was the leader of the Xihuang Sand Spirit Scorpion. After being demonized, he led his clansmen to devour everything wantonly, but was beaten by the Wan Yao King and retreated outside the boundaries.

A hundred years ago, when the Wan Yao King fell, he crossed the border with ecstasy, thinking that he would no longer be invincible, but he was defeated by others again.In order to obtain supreme power, he is willing to surrender and be used by the opponent.

For a hundred years, he lived extremely happily, wantonly killing creatures, but the monsters and demons he knew died one after another. During the long and boring years, he gradually forgot who he was.

Now he reunites with his old enemy in another person's appearance, but unexpectedly, the other party recognizes him at a glance... I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

Heiying was only stunned for a moment, and when he realized that the dark blue figure disappeared in place, the sharp sword wind that split everything had already reached his side.

He thought he had planned carefully in Lingying Mountain to seize the opportunity, but unexpectedly, the moment the opponent entered Lingying Mountain, he had already lost his chance of winning.

The trump card that Sombra is proud of is the illusion. If the illusion is seen through, no one can survive under that piercing sword.

The magic core was shaken to pieces by a sword, and there was no possibility of reunion, but the magic energy surged unwillingly, and the voice became a bit earnest: "Shu Lang, I have already died by your sword once, and it is not enough to dissipate now. It's a pity...it's just that my words are not false, now that you have regained your demon power, Lingying Mountain has been so miserable for a hundred years, are you willing to let it go?"

Qing Yan remained calm and said: "He asked you to come to Lingying Mountain, so you come. Whatever he promises you, you will believe it. Have you ever thought about the weirdness in it?"

All the planning of this black shadow is obviously matched with the space magic circle in the Shifang Pavilion, and it is the handwriting of the people behind the scenes.

The shadow froze for a moment, but when it was on the verge of dissipating, the words became more and more urgent, "Shu Lang! Take away the enchantment. Lingying Mountain has been destroyed, and there is no way to go back to a hundred years ago. With your ability, why not go to the world and fight for a new piece of land?" Habitat? The world is unrighteous to Lingying Mountain, why do you care about other people's life and death! It doesn't matter whether it is a demon or a human, they are all your people... When the time comes, who can stop you..."

The sword blade finally shattered the broken demon core mercilessly. As the black mist dissipated, a smear of blue appeared in the eyes of the Wan Yao King, which was the blue flame ignited by cold anger in the dark night.

Death is not a pity for those who humiliate the souls of the people of Lingying Mountain.

However, from this persuasion, he heard the information he wanted to know.

The demonic energy around him that was about to dissipate stopped suddenly, and Qing Yan's extremely keen inspiration immediately noticed something, and his figure left the place in an instant.

Not far away, a magic circle suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the black shadow's disintegrated magic energy seemed to have been activated, and was suddenly sucked away by the magic circle.

As soon as the complicated and strange inscriptions on the magic circle came to light, they rushed to his side in an instant, and the chaotic spiritual energy from Lingying Mountain, which had been silent for a hundred years, was drawn in.

The aura connected with his blood and soul was extremely familiar, and it could not help but wrap him around him.

When the surrounding scenery was blurred, he heard the cruel laughter before the black shadow collapsed.

"Since there is no room for negotiation, let's follow the plan of that person... King, we will wait for you to resurrect us... to start the prosperous age of the demon clan..."

Qing Yan opened his eyes again, and was in the corridor outside the main hall.

The moist and sultry breath lingered around the nose, and the sky was dark with the onset of wind and rain, giving a faint ominous feeling.

A moment ago, the subjects learned that the Shifang Pavilion had sent gifts for the blessing ceremony in advance, and they all went to greet them happily.

At this time has not returned.

A few days ago, he sent his subjects to send invitation cards to Shifang Pavilion, but he learned that the owner of the pavilion was injured by a powerful spirit beast. The words of the disciples in the pavilion were full of doubts about Lingying Mountain, and the subjects were almost angry with him. Hit the hand.

This time the congratulatory gift was personally escorted by the second apprentice Yue Luo, full of sincerity, presumably the Shifang Pavilion had already found out the truth and solved the misunderstanding, and came here to fill the gap between the two parties.

When the wind in the evening brought a scent of blood, he immediately noticed something, and his figure disappeared in place.

When No.1 Lingyingshan demon cultivator fell down dazedly holding his slit throat, Qingyan had already arrived at the central square where everyone gathered in Shifang Pavilion.

The dark red-clothed disciples who were friendly and respectful in the past showed their sharp weapons at this time, and ferocious beasts also appeared one after another, slaughtering the old people and children who hadn't reacted and had no strength to restrain the chickens in the square.

Qing Yan was so angry that he shook his robe sleeves and turned into a huge black dragon that covered the sky and covered the sun, hovering over Lingying Mountain, tearing up all the rioters in Shifang Pavilion with its sharp claws.

The majestic and furious dragon's chant shook the wilderness, the mountains and rivers trembled, and Shen Xing's sea water echoed the resonance, instantly boiling and surging.

However, he did not expect that this was just the beginning.

The congratulatory gifts that Shifang Pavilion distributed to everyone contained vicious curses to destroy demon souls. Anyone who touched them fell into a situation where they could not fight back.

The congratulatory gifts were distributed as early as Shifang Pavilion entered Lingying Mountain. When Shifang Pavilion started, it had ensured that all the subjects had received the congratulatory gifts.

The forbidden spell is like a contagious disease, spreading among the monsters, causing everyone to be slaughtered without resistance.

A few subjects who were not under the curse protected others to leave, only to find that black flames were billowing from the sea. Anyone who was infected would immediately become frantic and out of control, and even turned swords against relatives and friends.

There are forbidden curses hidden in the congratulatory gift, the black flame separates the Lingying Mountain, and the beasts and disciples are ferocious and numerous... Qingyan finally realized that Shifang Pavilion had been planning for a long time and came prepared.

With intentional calculation and inadvertent calculation, Lingying Mountain immediately bleeds into rivers.

The furious huge black dragon stirred up strong winds, and the dragon's roar turned into a thunderstorm, crushing towards Xu Shen with its sharp claws full of anger and strong killing intent.

However, whenever he wanted to deal a fatal blow, the insidious person used the lives of his subjects in the distance as bait, forcing him to return to help first.

The Shifang Pavilion came prepared, dispatched well, hunted and killed the huge black dragon impartially with its spells and ferocious beasts.

The pitch-black scales fell like rain all over the sky, and the power of the black dragon soaring into the sky remained undiminished, screaming angrily, but revealing deep and visible scars all over his body.

Qing Yan's eyes were reddened by the murder at Lingying Mountain, where the corpses of the Manchu people were piled up, but it couldn't stop the people from dying one after another.

The black flame burned Shen Xinghai and Lingying Mountain, his people wept in the pain of being unable to resist, and their lives gradually passed away...

Shen Xinghai Lantern City obviously has a barrier set by Chang Yao, but the forbidden spell in the gift was not detected, presumably Chang Yao directly let it go.

Discouraged, he gave up calling for help.

If he insisted on refusing other people to set foot on Lingying Mountain, if he hadn't tried to communicate with other people... thousands of souls in Lingying Mountain would not be burned into resentful souls!

The huge dying black dragon howled madly, filled with grief and anger, causing Shen Xinghai to tsunami, and everything in Lingying Mountain trembled.

The blood of the black dragon dripped down like rain, staining the mountains and rivers of Lingying Mountain red, and blending into the tumbling black waves of Shen Xinghai.