"Guanglin Zhenren died yesterday?"

"What real person? He also deserves to be called a real person? It's just a little elder in Zhanyuan Sect." The man said with disdain, and then said again: "I saw him being bitten by the unicorn beast of the Sect Master of the Imperial Beast Sect. Lost his head."

"The elders of Zhanyuanmen who act like tigers are all dead now, aren't they?"

"Yeah, I don't know when it will be Yu Chiren's turn..."

Under the straw hut not far from them, Yu Chiren tried his best to suppress the resentment and malice in his heart. He has just had a tough day, and if it is exposed now, I am afraid that he will not have the energy to escape.

The demon pill in his body gradually recovered, and the ancient monster in the demon pill was his help at first, helping him kill many people along the way. But this kind of behavior did not relieve his pressure, but plunged him into a deeper predicament.

Because he killed a lot of people, the cultivation world's pursuit of him is even more powerful.

At the back, the monster turned around and wanted to compete with him for his body.

Only at this time did Yu Chiren understand what the monk meant by "unchangeable demonic nature"... It's ridiculous that he thought he had the inner core of the ancient demon beasts, and he might be able to order all the demon beasts, and the cultivation world would not allow him. , he went to the demon world to be king...

Thinking of this, Yu Chiren only felt that something was moving in his body, as if he was going to drain the blood in his body and crush his bones... The pain was excruciating.

It was the monster that was robbing him of his body again!

Yu Chi Ren staggered to get up and stumbled away.

Yu Chi Ren found an abandoned temple to hide in, and after hiding for three days, he went up the mountain again.

The reason why he came here was because the monster had told him before that he had buried treasures here. Now, although the monster has turned his face with him, he wants to get this treasure!

Yuchi Ren went up the mountain and searched for three whole days.

"What's the matter?!"

This is not the first time!

There are many places where monsters bury treasures. Yu Chiren searched for one place after another, but found nothing, as if someone had taken the things away before him.

Yu Chiren clutched his chest and fell down.

The monster started tormenting him again...

While Yu Chi Ren was in unbearable pain, he suddenly felt a subtle sense of fear.

It seems that someone is manipulating him in the dark... Watching him get the help of monsters, killing monks, and provoking a more cruel joint pursuit; watching him flee in a panic, and being tortured by monsters every day is worse than death; Whenever he thought he was about to turn over, he took away the monster's treasure...

All this is connected in series, not like a coincidence, but more like a careful design.

Yu Chi Ren shuddered unconsciously.

This wandering escape, I don't know how many years have passed...

Yuchi Ren crossed Penglai far away.

Just when he thought he could finally catch his breath, he looked up and saw countless people dressed in the costumes of the eight major sects at a glance.

Now that Qingyun is declining, Kunlun is becoming more and more prosperous.

From a distance, you can see that the eight great sects are walking slowly, surrounded by a person.

Yu Chi Blade originally wanted to dodge, but after a glance, he was pinned.

He stared at the man stubbornly.

The man was still young, tall and straight, wearing a red shirt, which matched the indescribable youthful spirit on his face.

He walked in the middle, like the stars holding the moon, and he was lingering with immortal energy.

It was Wang Weichu.

He is now well-known in the world of self-cultivation, and no one knows that he was once the body of the cauldron.

Countless people admired him.

Those female monks who wanted to marry him did not stop until he married Daofa.

Yu Chi Ren lowered his head and looked at his appearance... In an instant, he was still a little ashamed.

With a dull look on his face, he ducked into the depths of the crowd.

Master treats him really well! so good!

I don't know how much effort it took to carefully hold Wang Weichu to the position he is today, and he doesn't care about his own cultivation base... Really... true love!

Wang Weichu quickly got closer.

A young cultivator asked: "Is the real person wearing a jade flute on his waist?"

Yu Chi Ren was about to leave, but stopped.

He turned his head sharply and stared at Wang Weichu's waist in disbelief.

No, not only the blood jade flute, but also the belt is a long rope made of ancient ape bones, and the inconspicuous rope tied around the wrist is actually made of the dragon tendons of the abyss three-legged dragon...

I only heard Wang Weichu indifferently say: "It's all gifted by Immortal Venerable."

The rest were envious.

However, Yu Chi Ren was in a state of turmoil, and he could hardly suppress the monster in his body.

Those... those are clearly the treasures that the monsters directed him to find!

He failed to get it, but was given to Wang Weichu by the master.

His earlier guess that sent chills down his spine seemed to come true.

...Master, it was Master who sent him into the abyss step by step.

Empress Yuchi Rencang took a few steps back, but bumped into someone.

He instinctively turned his head to look, but saw the man in white clothes, unable to distinguish his face...

This picture overlapped with a certain memory in Yuchiren's mind.

Back then, when the Master Protected the King did not enter the small secret realm for the first time, he used such a spell to blur his face...

Yuchi Blade's throat tightened, and he didn't know where to flee for a while.

No, he doesn't have to escape, and now the master's cultivation base is unknown...

Cen Yao stepped forward slowly, and his face became clearer a little bit.

"How many years have you been a bereaved dog?" Cen Yao lowered his head, with a kind of indifference when a god and a Buddha looked down.

His face is still handsome, but it only makes people feel chills.

Yu Chi Ren's back was soaked with cold sweat, he endured the dizziness and quietly pinched a trick.

"Master, why do you treat me like this..."

"Because you are delusional about someone who doesn't belong to you." Cen Yao shot like electricity.

A circle of white light enveloped them, without making any sound, Yu Chi Blade fell softly.

"How did the third elder die, you should die like him." Cen Yao said lightly.

There was a gurgling sound in Yuchi's blade, and the bones were shattered inch by inch.

It was no longer an illusion when he was fighting with the monster, but it was real. His bones were really broken, and they were really mixed with the blood in his body...

how come? !

In recent years, only the name of Wang Weichu has been heard in Kunlun, and no matter how rare it is, the information of the immortal Venerable Dao Fa is very rare. Everyone in the world thinks that it is difficult for the Immortal Venerable Dao to recover.

But he has clearly reached the tribulation period!

Did he really ruin his cultivation back then? Broken the ruthless way?

Yuchi's blade was in pain again, and he was shivering all over.

so cruel...

It turns out that the master is ten times more ruthless than him...

Yu Chi Ren stared at Cen Yao's back and walked away, he quickly caught up with Wang Weichu, Wang Weichu turned around in surprise, and a surprised smile appeared on his face. After that, the two walked together intimately...

Their shadows are drawn long.

In such silence, Yu Chi Ren felt the coming of death little by little.

Wang Weichu couldn't help but ask, "What did you do just now?"

Cen Yao: "Just now I saw a Dou Xuehong..."

After all, he raised his hand and handed it to Wang Weichu.

Wang Weichu took it and held it firmly in his hands.

"It's another year of the Demon Sealing Conference, and it's a good thing that Penglai is willing to go out and take responsibility for himself..." Others began to discuss.

Monsters are rampant.

Spiritual energy is getting scarcer.

Everyone in the world of self-cultivation is in danger, and I am afraid that the ladder to the sky will collapse one day.

Wang Weichu didn't feel any fear or worry. The thorns on Dou Xuehong's rhizome were all removed. He held it firmly in his palm and didn't feel any thorns. He tossed it over and over. It all seems to be moving.

If there is a day when the sky falls... it should be him, Cen Yao, and everyone in Kunlun.

There was a person from a small sect on the side, but looked at Dao Fa Xianzun suspiciously.

Huh? Fang Cai Xianzun obviously went to say something to someone?

Could it be that he was wrong?

The disciple quickly stopped his thoughts, and then looked at the flower in Wang Weichu's hand, and couldn't help but be speechless.

These two should be the most loving Taoist companions in the cultivation world? Not to mention giving away countless treasures and instruments, he saw a beautiful flower on the side of the road, and he asked Baba to come and give it to him.

Wang Weichu was holding the flower, and for some reason, his mood became more and more happier, as if the invisible line that bound him had disappeared, and his walking became more brisk.

When everyone reached the Penglai Hall, Wang Weichu did not rush forward any more.

He imitated Cen Yao's appearance, quietly hooked Cen Yao's palm, then quickly turned around, tiptoed, and kissed Cen Yao.

Cen Yao has been like a day for several years.

Daily journaling what he likes and what he hates.

Cen Yao gave him spiritual energy, countless magic weapons, dignity, and boundless love...

Wang Weichu clenched his fingers again, and then he couldn't help turning around again, wanting to secretly kiss again.

He was just waiting to turn around, but he was bumping into Cen Yao's deep eyes.

Cen Yao clasped his waist.

The system's voice suddenly sounded in Cen Yao's mind: "...why, why be so fierce? Your little lover is almost unable to stand up to your kiss."

The system brought out a little smile and said, "With your cultivation base in this world, you can spend thousands of years, 10,000 years, or even 10,000 years together...the days are still long."

Cen Yao sucked and kissed Wang Weichu, his strength was not loose at all.

The system responded indifferently in his mind: "I want more than a thousand years?"

The system froze: "What do you mean?"

"I can not wait anymore."

As the pieces were pieced together little by little, Wang Weichu became more lively and agile.

And Cen Yao couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted Wang Weichu with a complete soul.

The system suddenly had a bad premonition: "What are you going to do?"

This Xiang Cen Yao slowly relieved his strength and stroked the back of Wang Weichu's head: "Let's go."

Wang Weichu licked his lips and whispered, "It seems to be swollen."

That being said, he did not cast a spell to dispel the swelling.

In the 4223 year of the Tianyuan calendar, Kunlun, Qingyun, and the eight major sects held another conferring conference in Penglai.

Yu Chiren died on this day.

The following year, the seal that suppressed the demon was completely broken, the world was reversed, and the spiritual energy was leaked.

The world of comprehension has been ravaged for three years, and even the human world has suffered a catastrophe.

The monks were in a state of panic, as if the end of the day was coming.

Wang Weichu, as usual, opened his eyes after entering meditation.

With a suffocation in his chest, he instinctively transmitted his voice to find the trace of Cen Yao...

The sound transmission did not respond for a long time.

Wang Weichu walked out of the magic weapon barefoot.

Since the chaos in the cultivation world, the monks have been hiding in caves or magical instruments all year round to reduce the damage caused by the reversal of heaven and earth and the leakage of spiritual energy.

Just waiting to go out, he looked up.

Clear sky.

Heaven and earth seem to be back in place.

Wang Weichu's eyelids twitched wildly, he climbed the first peak, and saw Immortal Venerable Wuwei and others sitting upright in the hall, and there were not many of them.

"What about Taoism?"

In the year 4225 of the Tianyuan calendar, Kunlun Dao Fa Xianzun practiced the secret method and sacrificed himself to the sky. Eighty-one lightning strikes fell. Everyone knew that he had passed the transitional period of calamity, and half of his feet stepped on the ladder to ascend to heaven.

Kunlun.

True Monarch Liankai seemed to have aged a lot, she whispered: "You are so smart, you should have guessed it. Now in the realm of self-cultivation, only Taoism is the highest realm..." She sighed. True Monarch Wushan interrupted: "Daofa told us earlier that although he is gone, he is still a member of Kunlun, and if there is still one person, he will protect you for a day."

Immortal Venerable Wuwei said, "If you think this is boring..."

He raised his hand and took out something from his sleeve: "You can also enter this refining treasure cauldron and follow the Taoist law."

Wang Weichu's face was cold and sullen. He didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't think about it anymore. He raised his hand and took the thing over.

True Monarch Liankai couldn't help but scolded: "Daofa is really a possessive bastard!" "I've already sent myself to death, and I have to leave a second path for others, or just ask someone to accompany me. Did he die together?"

Wang Weichu seemed to have never heard of it.

He tried again to search for the trace of Cen Yao with all his heart and blood, but still couldn't.

Wang Weichu entered the refining treasure tripod without hesitation.

It doesn't hurt.

Only slowly, he felt as if he had shrunk into a tiny fragment, and then he lost consciousness.

...

After Cen Yao returned to the system space, he slept for half a year before waking up.

The main line and the rules of that world collapsed together.

To fight against the sky, is it more than just a little pain when you die?

After Cen Yao was destroyed by the thunder, even his mental power was greatly affected.

The system waited for him in panic for a long time, and finally when he woke up, he quickly said, "Wang Wei chose the second one." "He chose Jinlianhua Baoding."

For fear that he would not be able to report in time, he stimulated the big guy again.

Cen Yao was not surprised by this result, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help softening.

He is indeed very possessive.

Even if his front foot is dead, he is looking forward to Wang Weichu's back foot to follow him.

It was just too painful to sacrifice one's body to the sky, and then add another calamity to the body. He was not willing to let Wang Weichu suffer with him.

"How is that world?" Cen Yao asked.

The system quickly played him a picture of that world on the light screen.

The angle of view swayed, and he first entered a Taoist temple.

I saw two statues cast in the view, one like Cen Yao and the other like Wang Weichu, one was cast in gold and the other was carved in jade.

Incense in front of the statue is endless.

Immediately following the angle of view, it suddenly lifted into the air.

I saw that on this continent, countless small countries and towns, but in the major sects, actually made the two statues, not just the capital of the Wang family.

Countless golden powers of faith converged and disappeared into the sky.

...

Dao Fa Xianzun sacrificed his body to the sky, followed by Weichu Zhenren.

This pair of Taoist couples made great merits that others could not cultivate for ten thousand years in order to quell the chaos of self-cultivation.

Therefore, in the world of human beings and the world of cultivation, statues were erected for the two of them, and they were worshipped every day, in order not to forget the kindness of the day, nor the danger of the day.

Zhang Quan has now entered another sect.

This sect is still not big.

The elder ordered him to kneel in front of the statue and kowtow, and Zhang Quan then obeyed. When he raised his head, he saw the appearance of the jade statue next to him, and he was still a little surprised.

He thought that he would never be able to catch up with Wang Weichu's height again in his entire life.

...

The system turns off the screen.

If he had a face, he should have a complicated expression at this moment.

"You tortured Yuchiren in every possible way, not just to kill him to be the king Weichu... You want to use him to destroy luck, break the rules, smash the main line of the world, and shatter what should have happened hundreds of years later. The chaos has advanced to the present. You have cast a secret technique, sacrificed your body to the sky, and extradited your merits and countless beliefs to Wang Weichu's body... You want to gather his soul fragments as soon as possible, so that the heavens will not be able to intervene."

The system sighed.

That wouldn't be enough to send oneself to sacrifice to the sky, the flesh and blood would be completely melted!

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Heavenly Dao for such an illegal operation?" If the system had eyes, it would have been straightened by now.

"..."

"Now you can finally rest assured? I look at the next world, Wang Weichu must be covered in golden light. Whoever bullies him will be unlucky... The merit of offering sacrifices to the sky is nothing, but you have gathered such a huge power of belief in one. , I'm afraid even Tiandao has to retreat for one or two. If Tiandao finds out that he has lost to countless ants, I'm afraid he will be angry."

Cen Yaoli ignored him and asked lightly, "Is the next world ready?"

"Okay." The system's voice hesitated for a while: "This world... seems familiar. But this is a new world, yes!"

"What world?"

"Have you heard of ABO?"

"..." Cen Yao paused: "I know, Xiao Huangwen is used to setting."

system:? ? ?

How can a serious world change color when you talk about it?