Zanxing

In the depths of the jungle, an old crow suddenly flew up, its wings spread like a pitch-black cage, wrapping people tightly.

Xiaochun, in order to cross the river in order to cross the river, she stole the magic pill from the river-crossing demons in the jungle. She hurriedly asked Gui Yansheng to cross the river and leave, but she didn't want to keep up, because she was afraid that after the demons found out, they would realize that someone had crossed the river and chased away, which would ruin the major event of Gui Yansheng.

She would rather stay where she is and procrastinate for ghosts.

The little girl who has always lived in the human race knows that people's hearts are sinister, but she doesn't know that the devil is as ferocious.

Not long after Guiyansheng crossed the river, she was found by the demons who had lost her things. One can imagine the fate of a mortal woman facing a ferocious and terrifying Demon Race.

The teenager hugged the girl in front of her, her body became stiff, without the warmth and softness of the past day, no matter how he called him, she would never wake up again.

They traveled all the way to Black Rock City, traveling through mountains and rivers, in order to find his father.

In order for him to cross the river, she went to great lengths to steal a bag of magic pills, and finally died because of it.

And what about himself? He didn't even see the appearance of Gui Diaotang, but only saw his father's new wife, who was about to pass the door.

He was like a lost dog, chased, expelled, and killed by his identity. Tried everything and got nothing, like a joke.

Those longings for the future on rainy nights, greedy fantasies, and dreams of a good life after reuniting with their loved ones were brutally broken one by one.

Why?

Why is the world so unfair?

Why should he endure everything?

As a half-demon, why do you have to be like ants on the soles of your feet, living a humble and lowly life, at the mercy of fate?

Intense anger surged from his heart, unwillingness and hatred were like lit torches, rushing recklessly in his limbs and bones in an instant, a dark mark crawled up his spiritual veins, and between his eyebrows, suddenly A monstrous black begonia blooms.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the atrium, and the hairpin star bent down suddenly.

The boy who embraced the girl turned back, his golden pupils were like a dazzling abyss, hiding invisible madness.

He looked at the other side of the Ming River, facing the direction of Black Rock City, and said word by word: Ghost Diaotang, I will kill you.

Boom-- With a sound, countless broken fragments flashed in front of the hairpin star.

She saw Guixiansheng burying Xiaochun's body, and left this place and went to the far south.

There is a desperate place in the south called the Asura Ghost Road, which hides tens of thousands of Asura evil ghosts. Ordinary people go in and die. However, this Asura Ghost Way is the fastest place to cultivate magic power. If you can get out of this place, it will be better than a monk who has practiced for a hundred years.

Gui Yansheng went to Dao alone and cultivated for many years. He killed thousands of ghosts here, executed all Shura, and finally awakened the blood of the demons.

Many years have passed, and the world has already changed. He wanted to return to Black Rock City and kill the Demon King himself. However, when he left the customs, he learned that the Demon King had been beheaded in the Ruins of Kinmen many years ago.

He tried his best to get out of the Asura Ghost Way, nothing more than wanting to get the most powerful force in the world and recover everything he lost from Ghost Diaotang.

However, the person who hated him for half his life is gone.

That night, he sat under the cliff where he and Xiaochun took shelter from the rain, and watched Luoyu in silence for a whole night.

The hatred didn't go away, he couldn't find peace. The pattering mountain rain, like a sympathetic whisper, wet his clothes. He was on the edge of the cliff, looking at the dark blue sky above his head.

Heaven, what is it?

Is it a set rule, or an absurd coincidence? If everything is destined, why let him experience all the pain in this world? If it is destined to be painful, why give him endless hope and reveal the impermanence of fate at the last moment?

The Begonia on the boy's forehead was as black as ink, and the golden pupils were glowing with a dazzling light.

If the sky wants to destroy him, then he will go against the sky.

Hate the rules, then be the rule maker.

He wants to gain the most powerful force in the world and become the master of destiny. Never be an ant that goes with the flow, one of the many living beings.

Hairpin Xing felt the pain in her atrium getting more and more intense, as if someone was using a sharp blade to gouge out the flesh and blood in her heart.

She saw that Gui Yansheng had found the spiritual tool of his life and trained the spiritual tool into the shape of an umbrella. The Shura umbrella is captivating and devours the soul. Every person who dies, the shadow will be reflected on the umbrella, and the umbrella will become strange and gorgeous.

He searched everywhere for Xiao Yuanzhu's whereabouts, just because refining Xiao Yuanzhu could get the power of the three worlds, he wanted to kill the heaven and rewrite everything in the world.

He was in the Five Wheel Pagoda, and the statue of Xiezhi at the entrance saw him, and immediately backed away. The fair-minded spirit beast was shocked by the overwhelming hostility at that moment, and couldn't help but voluntarily surrender. In this world, the evil is never out of the right, but the strong are respected.

The last level of trials, the eight sufferings of reincarnation, he became a master of Jingshan and experienced the poor man's life. At the end, the people in the whole city knelt down and begged, but the golden-robed boy laughed out loud, and he bent down with laughter. , laughed until tears were born. In the void, someone took the trouble to say to him over and over again: Put it down, put it down, put down the butcher knife, and you can become a Buddha.

The tip of the Shura umbrella penetrated the chest of the person in front of him, and he said coldly, I was born a devil, why did I become a Buddha?

If a demon goes to heaven, the demon is a Buddha.

Master Jingshan is puzzled by the problems of his life. He has no hesitation here. What does the common people have to do with him? What does the world have to do with him? Good people never have happy endings, this is the eternal truth.

The hairpin star was gasping for breath in pain, and the hand holding the robe almost shredded the cloth. Gu Baiying grabbed her arm, frowned and asked, What's wrong with you?

Inside the Five Wheel Pagoda, there was a sound of squeak-ah-, and the small spinning wheel was held in the palm of the monk's palm. It seemed that his strength had been exhausted, and the spinning pace gradually slowed down, but he stubbornly refused to stop and was still struggling. , Rotate forward little by little.

Mingjing clenched the Zen staff tightly in both hands, and the front end of the Zen staff continuously poured out the strong Yuan force, and the clusters flew into the slowly rotating Buddha Wheel. This sawing was very difficult, and sweat began to seep on his forehead.

At this moment, with a sound of Put--, two more people fell in the void. Meng Ying and Mu Shexiao passed the test of the pagoda. When they looked up, what they saw was the scene in front of them.

Mengxiu and Mu, Mingjing said with joy in his heart, Your Highness and the others have entered the Buddhist pagoda, hurry up, quickly help me hold the Buddha wheel, I can't let the Buddha wheel continue to rotate.

Otherwise, everyone will die here!