Su Yiwen Lingzhao

In order to avenge his dead friend, Bao Ye chose to sneak into the enemy camp.

For this, a very heavy price was paid.

Afterwards, she endured for endless years, hiding her teeth and hiding her claws, just waiting for an excellent opportunity.

No one knows how Baoye spent those long years in the past.

No one understands why a generation of demon ancestors like him, who once threatened the boundless sea and shook the heavens, can bear it to such an extent.

But now, with the showdown of Lantern Buddha, all this has become empty!

The long forbearance and waiting have all come to naught.

The painstaking efforts and time that have been devoted to this are also in vain.

Not only that, but in the end, he will be used by the Lantern Buddha to do something that is destined to be a tragedy.

All of this is undoubtedly an extremely heavy blow to Baoye Demon Ancestor.

For a while, how could it be accepted?

His expression changed, and he remained silent.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and said: "Back then, I should have followed Yan Chizhen's example. Even if I died in battle... at least I could kill a few bastards."

The figure of Lantern Buddha sitting cross-legged remained silent, his eyes were closed, and he didn't say a word.

Baoye stared at the Burning Lamp Buddha for a moment, then turned around and left without saying anything.

Until his figure disappeared, Gu Huaxian's figure appeared.

"You just let him go?"

Ancient flower immortality.

"Mother-child relationship Gu is a trick that can't be put on the table, but often this kind of trick can always play an incredible role in manipulating a person."

Burning Buddha slowly opened his eyes, "No matter what tricks he will play when dealing with the Demon Lord of Five Desires, at that time, I will manipulate his mind and help him kill Demon Lord of Five Desires."

Gu Huaxian said: "You said before that you will do three things, this is one of them, what are the other two."

"After the battle at Mingkong Mountain, Di E went into hiding."

Dieng Buddha said, "No one knows what he is planning. I want to use Su Yi's hand to try Di E."

Gu Huaxian's pupils shrank, "You're crazy! If Die realizes your intentions, he will never let you go!"

"wrong."

Burning Buddha said, "I'm helping him."

"Then...how are you going to do it?"

"Just wait and see."

The Lantern Buddha is tight-lipped.

"And what's the third thing?"

Gu Huaxian asked.

"A few years ago, Die blocked the entrance to the Endless Battlefield, and the old friends Li Fuyou made back then are still trapped in it."

Lantern Buddha said, "If my predictions are correct, Su Yi will definitely rescue those old friends from his previous life before the dark age of mythology comes."

Gu Huaxian sneered and said, "Why, you want to play in the endless battle field again? There are many variables in that ghost place, and there are countless taboo-like strange things. We fought with Li Fuyou and the others in the endless battle field for so long. Round casualties, our side is the worst!"

Endless battlefield!

A dangerous forbidden area in the eyes of a god-level figure.

A long time ago, Li Fuyou died in it.

And the enemies such as the Lantern Buddha and the fisherman have also suffered a lot of losses in the endless battle field.

Some of their teammates died in it.

"No, there is no need to play this time."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "As long as Su Yi goes to the endless battlefield, this time it is doomed to be more or less auspicious!"

"And what I want to do is not layout, but to create an opportunity for Su Yi to go to the endless battlefield."

Burning Buddha said, "The worst outcome is that Su Yi rescues his old friends from the past, but if Su Yi suffers...the real catastrophe will definitely be lost!"

Gu Huaxian was puzzled: "If he dies in it, what about reincarnation and era fire?"

Burning Buddha showed a secretive smile and said: "Then it depends on the fate."

…

The yellow sand swept across the sky, and the sky was dyed a dim yellow color.

This is a small city on the bank of the vast sea, and its name is Huangsha City.

There are ordinary people in the city, and their lives are very difficult and poor.

Anyone with a little bit of ability could no longer stand this barren life without shit, and left his hometown early.

However, most of those who stay in the city are old, weak, sick and disabled.

The realm of the gods is endlessly vast. There are top-level famous mountains and blessed places where the gods live, and there are also barren and dilapidated small border towns like Huangsha City.

It is evening.

The setting sun became like an egg yolk in the wild sand, and the dim sky was dim and dull.

A skinny old man squatted on the dilapidated steps at the gate of his house, staring blankly at the setting sun in the distance with cloudy eyes.

The wind and sand blew, splashing dust all over his body, and his gray and messy beard and hair were dancing wildly with the wind.

He squinted his eyes, his skinny and old face was full of wrinkles carved out by a knife, and his skinny and crooked figure curled up there, like an old dog guarding the house.

"Master, it's time to offer incense."

A hoarse voice sounded.

The door opened, and a lame, broken-armed, one-eyed old servant walked out.

"Pooh!"

The old man spat out a mouthful of phlegm, which was full of sand.

Immediately, he got up and walked into the house.

It is said to be a home, but it is actually a dilapidated small courtyard with only three rooms, dust everywhere, window lattices are broken, and most of the roof tiles are missing.

The old man walked straight into a relatively intact house.

This is a mourning hall.

On the altar, there are densely packed spiritual tablets, each with a name engraved on it, and candles lit in front of it.

In front of the altar stands an incense burner.

The lame, broken-armed, one-eyed old servant lit the three sticks of incense that had been prepared and handed them over to the old man.

"Whose memorial day is today?"

the old man asked.

"My lord, it's a memorial day for a man named Ling Weng."

The one-eyed old servant answered seriously.

"Ling Weng...it turned out to be that little guy...in the sect back then, he was the youngest, the most stubborn, but also the most talented. Alas...it's a pity."

The old man muttered something vaguely, then stepped forward and inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Then, he raised his eyes, and his gaze swept over those spiritual positions one by one, and finally stopped at a spiritual position in the farthest corner.

That spirit bit has no name.

There was no candle in front either.

Unremarkable.

But the old man didn't know what he remembered, and the expression on his wrinkled face flickered for a while.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "Bring me another three sticks of incense."

The one-eyed old servant silently turned and walked out the door.

But after waiting for a long time, the one-eyed old servant did not come back.

The old man seemed to realize something, his brows were frowned, and a hint of sullenness emerged from the depths of his cloudy eyes.

"A mortal who is old and weak and can't live for many years, why kill him!?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and deep.

"According to the agreement, everyone related to you, no matter who they are, must die, and mortals... cannot be exempted."

Accompanied by an understated voice, a man in a black robe walked in.

He is gentle and elegant, and he is in the wind.

But outside the door behind him lay a dead body.

The corpse had a broken arm, a lame leg, and one eye. It lay there quietly, even though the wind and sand were blowing, it remained motionless.

"To be honest, I don't want to do this, let alone stay in this place where no shit."

The man in the ink robe sighed, "I can't help it, I can't disobey the order of the sect."

As he said that, he looked at the skinny old man and said with a smile: "I have always been curious about who you are, an old bastard, and why you are willing to be trapped here. You...haven't you ever thought of leaving?" ?”

The old man stared at the spirit tablets flickering by candlelight, and said, "You don't understand."

The man in black robe laughed.

He stepped forward, waving his sleeve robe.

Crash!

All the spirit cards were scattered all over the place, and the candles were extinguished.

With a bang, the man in black robe kicked over the incense burner again.

Then, he turned his head to look at the old man with playful eyes, "Try saying one more thing that I don't understand?"

The old man's cloudy eyes are changing.

He stood alone there silently for a long time, finally said nothing, squatted down, and picked up the spirit cards one by one.

The man in the ink robe frowned, then shook his head and said, "Sure enough, you're just an old waste, you have no temper at all, it's really boring."

He turned and left.

However, when he walked out of the room, he suddenly saw a figure in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in a monk's robe, his face was handsome and charming, and there was a golden lotus mark between his eyebrows.

He stood in the dark sky, and there was wind and sand passing by, but his figure could not be touched.

"Your Excellency?"

The pupils of the black-robed man shrank, and his face suddenly changed.

"Why kill such a weak person?"

The monk raised his hand and pointed to the body of the one-eyed old servant on the ground.

The man in the ink robe forced a smile and said, "It's just an old **** buried half of its body in the soil. It's not my generation of practitioners, and it's no different from grass, trees, sand and stones."

"Grass? Sand and stone?"

The monk looked calm, "Since you think so, then I will kill you for this reason."

The man in the ink robe was stunned, "I..."

Before he could say a word, his body was suddenly torn apart, turned into floating ashes, and was swept away by the wind and sand.

The monk didn't even look at it, and strode into the mourning hall.

"A small fairyland demon cultivator who dares to kill you, why don't you stop him?"

The monk looked at the wrinkled old man.

The old man has been picking up the spirit cards scattered on the ground, and every time he picks up one, he wipes the dust on it with his sleeve, and then puts it back to the original place.

It wasn't until all the spiritual seats were placed that the old man said hoarsely: "This is my punishment."

The monk stared at the old man in front of him, with a gray beard, messy hair, wrinkled old cheeks, and... that lifeless breath.

After a while, the monk sighed: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined that the Demon Lord of the Five Desires, who once roamed the boundless sea, would be in such a state of desperation now."

The old man shook his head and said, "The Demon Lord of Five Desires has long since died, and now I am nothing more than a guilty person."

After speaking, he slowly turned around and looked at the monk, "It can be seen that you should have had a good time during the long years of taking refuge in Xitian Lingshan."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the voice.

The monk lowered his eyes and sighed: "If I really took refuge in Xitian Lingshan, I wouldn't be forced to kill you by the old man Ran Deng today."

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed.

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ps: The second update is before 1:00 noon.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, goldfish life has become much more tedious and busy recently, goldfish will adjust as soon as possible.