"That's the case when I go, the scenery remains the same, it's so calm, I don't know how long it will be......" Qi Wuwei muttered to himself. From Jiling Mountain to Fengyu Mountain, and then from Fengyu Mountain to Luming City, these two journeys, passing through many towns and villages, all he saw were together, the same desolation, the same dilapidation, although it was just a common dissipation after a period of turmoil, but Qi Wuwei knew that this short period of calm was not enough as a respite for the world. Therefore, although they are running around together, Qi Wuwei has no expectations for happiness and stability compared to the people of Shengping who are about to learn about the end of the demon disaster and return to their hometowns, which is the hardship that "understanding people" have to suffer.

Qi Wuwei has not been able to think of how to change the bloodline of the Lingliu Clan until now, and he can make his words and deeds be obedient, but for many days, he has felt more and more strongly the many changes brought by the Lingliu bloodline to him. The two kinds of leafy herbs of refining the heart and forgetting the thoughts produced by the autobiographical heart wishful Baoding can not only make Qi Wuwei freely regulate his mental gas, but also can be used as a cigarette to smoke, so that the people around him who are weaker than the drug resistance will be affected, and now Qi Wuwei is gradually forgetting what kind of experience it is to be excited and sleepy, he seems to have become a medicine jar that has been filled for decades, and the refining of the heart and forgetting the thoughts are only the smell for him, and the effect can no longer play its original role in him.

And it's not just medicine, the surrounding wind and clouds are changing, and a little wind and grass are all under his five senses like the smell of refining the heart and forgetting thoughts, but they can't make a trace of waves in his heart. Although Qi Wuwei does not understand the Lingliu Clan, he has begun to gradually understand the Lingliu Clan, their innate qualifications are very different from those outside the clan, and what Qi Wuwei has felt in the past few days is enough to become the capital of the Lingliu Clan's contempt for foreigners, this arrogance is cast in the bloodline, just like the predator's nature is dictated to control the life and death of its prey that it does not care about.

"But do the Lingliu people really treat foreigners as prey?" Qi Wuwei was thinking about it when he smelled a dangerous and disgusting smell.

"This is?" Qi Wuwei just had a question, and a thought that popped up in his heart out of nowhere turned into a reliable answer, "This is—human!" Looking back, his eyes seemed to be able to throw his gaze like a rope, and he quickly searched the way he came, and soon found the source of the smell, but it was miles away from where Qi Wuwei was now......

I vaguely saw a few figures, although he couldn't see the faces clearly, Qi Wuwei was able to interpret many clues about these people just by their body outlines. Qi Wuwei couldn't explain that interpretation to himself, but he obeyed the guidance in his heart, believing that these people who came from the same road as him and rushed towards the same purpose were not enemies. Although Qi Wuwei had received a dangerous and disgusting signal from them at the beginning, Qi Wuwei only knew that from now on, any foreigner would make his spiritual physique so disgusted.

However, the appearance of these people urged Qi Wuwei and made him unconsciously speed up his pace.

......

There was a loud bang, and when a complete city gate fell to the ground, it was already shattered, and the entire city wall shook a few times as if in an earthquake in this loud noise, Qi Wuwei hung the palm that had just hit the city gate, and waited until the aftermath of the loud noise completely dissipated in the wilderness, and only after the stone bricks shaking on the city gate returned to calm, he withdrew his palm, stepped on the fragments of the collapsed city gate, and entered Luming City.

Qi Wuwei walked forward slowly, not taking a few steps, his perception had explored the entire Luming City, and he noticed that there was no one else in the city, and the closer he was to the destination, the less he had to worry, but while he deliberately slowed down, he had no intention of appreciating the dilapidated scene in the city, his purpose was very clear, because this was where someone had told him many times, when King Xuning mentioned "the most prosperous street", the immersion at that time became the calm and firm of the moment.

A gust of breeze blew on his face, causing Qi Wuwei to squint his eyes, and in a trance, he saw a figure standing on the road ahead, and his heart tightened, only to realize that this place was not too much different from his expected location. A few steps forward, the figure was indeed a statue that could not move, Qi Wuwei carefully looked at "his" appearance, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"He" didn't look so funny that Qi Wuwei laughed. It's because the person who stayed in Qi Wuwei's impression was decadent and withdrawn, old and sloppy, not only escaping from the past, but also always fearing the future, this is Qi Wuwei's image in the past two years, carrying that person's mission, but he didn't know what to do, so he gradually became his appearance in his memory in confusion. But before meeting, this person was in his prime, "he" was younger and more vigorous, and he was far from the person Qi Wuwei was thinking about......

"How did you become like that?" Qi Wuwei sighed softly, the more he laughed, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he laughed. Just laughing at his journey in the past two years, from being filthy and sloppy to the new body and clothes given by the Lingliu clan at this time, he seemed to be going the opposite way with that person, regretting why he didn't come here early in the morning, but he walked all over the sea like an escape, until there was nowhere to escape, he didn't stop, and he was a little skeptical about whether he could really take over that person's mission at this moment.

"Amitabha. The familiar voice came from behind abruptly, but Qi Wuwei didn't seem to be surprised, and he said without looking back: "It seems that the master has returned to the embrace of the Buddha again." ”

The idealistic monk said: "In the difficult years, people always hope that all the good things will come after surviving the present, but who can give these good things? When it is the Buddha, when it is the old king, when it is the master...... The greatness of the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, the three beliefs, is not to lead the children to the path of cultivation, but to redeem the suffering from the humanities and the world. ”

Qi Wuwei turned around and looked at the idealistic monk again, this monk did not have a trace of the breath that people outside the Lingliu clan should have, he had an agreement with Qi Wuwei here, and he should have arrived here before Qi Wuwei, but he completely avoided Qi Wuwei's ears and eyes, and when his appearance did not disturb Qi Wuwei, he lightly chanted the Buddha name and informed him of his arrival. What is his identity, and why does he know some things about Qi Wuwei.

"Monk, Qi is getting more and more unable to see through you, who are you sacred? Confessing at this time, it should be okay, right?" Qi Wuwei finally said what he wanted to say a long time ago, but at this moment, he was dejected, as if a protracted tug-of-war had just ended with his surrender.

The idealistic monk smiled and said: "What is the identity of the old monk? This is not a very important thing for the Qi donor, the old monk just wants to advise the Qi donor, only by seeing himself clearly, can he get through the countless hardships and hardships on the road ahead." ”

Qi Wuwei asked, "Oh, do you want to help me?"

The idealistic monk shook his head, "Donor, I'm sorry! The old monk doesn't know you much more than you know the old monk......

Qi Wuwei nodded slightly, and the idealistic monk had just finished speaking, and those few people who had already been discovered by him had come to the position where he and the idealistic monk were now at this moment.

"Imperial robe, you really came to the appointment!" Qi Wuwei recognized the imperial robe guest at a glance and said in surprise. This group of people is the royal robe guest and Lian Muhuan, Lian Fengqi father and son.

"Yes, but you're not alone. The imperial robe guest smiled slightly, and as he was talking to Qi Wuwei, his gaze turned to the idealistic monk. But the idealistic monk was indifferent, just because he couldn't see the royal robe, and he couldn't even notice the latter's meaningful gaze.

Lian Muwei's father and son were shocked, Lian Muhuan suddenly stepped forward, pointed at the idealistic monk and said, "What? Why are you!" Qi Wuwei frowned, did not talk to them, but faintly sensed the arrival of the imperial robe, as if he was about to reveal the identity and purpose of the idealistic monk one by one.

The idealistic monk said: "Lord Lian, your father and son are finally reunited again, but the killing karma you have created may damage the blessings of your father and son!"

Lian Mu shouted angrily: "Demon monk, do you dare to curse my father and son?" He is no longer the straw sandal monk who can be reversed and obedient and enjoy suffering. The loss of his beloved son at the hands of demons was all the sin of the idealistic monk who taught them the Dharma, and Lian Fengqi's resurrection from the dead and his return to him became a blessing for him to fight against fate and influence the demon general.

"Everything started because of you, how dare you be sarcastic about the people you have harmed?" said the royal robe guest indifferently, "How many people have you played with in the palm of your hand to set off this disaster?

As soon as his words fell, Lian Muhuan on the side had already jumped into the circle and rushed straight to the idealistic monk, "Monster!

Qi Wuwei only stared wide-eyed, stunned in place, not only couldn't figure it out, but he didn't even know where to think of it. The idealistic monk turned a somersault to the side, as if he was afraid that Lian Muhuan's offensive would accidentally hurt Qi Wuwei and the statue, his figure just stood still, his lightly closed eyes slowly opened, and between his eyelids, two dazzling Buddha lights shone on Lian Muhuan's body that rushed in, making the latter's momentum greatly fade. The Buddha power that rushed to the sky gathered in mid-air, forming a golden hand, covering the top of Lian Muhuan's head.

"Presumptuous!" the royal robe guest shouted, "Aren't you still ambushed?" The words were like thunder, and the surrounding scene was bleak, and the figure of the imperial robe guest suddenly turned into a lightning chain of light and flew into the air. I saw him wave his hands slightly, countless small rays of light sprinkled like rain on the idealistic monk, as soon as he touched the latter's Buddha power, it was like wildfire and withered grass to devour it, feeling that the Buddha power that suppressed himself had subsided, Lian Mu rushed forward, punched into the flames that surrounded the idealistic monk, only to see that the flame immediately dissipated, and a staggered figure flew out of it and fell heavily to the ground.

That was the Enlightenment Monk, his whole body had become charred black, but he still had a faint breath. Among the remaining signs of life, the strongest was the tightly bitten lip, he did not say a word under the repeated attacks of the royal robe guest and Lian Muhuan, only silently retained the stubbornness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The royal robe guest raised his hands lightly, aimed his palm at the idealistic monk, and then saw a breeze that seemed to start from the palm of the imperial robe, slowly swept over, and when passing through the idealistic monk, he actually blew away the charred skin on the latter's body, and the flesh and blood torso that remained, really did not look like a human form but like a skinned beast, which responded to the royal robe's "demon", and also made Qi Wuwei, who was adapted to the spiritual physique, feel a wave for the first time.

The royal robe guest said: "In the previous form, I will burn all the Buddha power and human skin that have been defiled by you; this move will make your god form annihilated, your soul will be scattered, and you will never be able to be reborn!" Standing in mid-air, he was like an evil god that mortals could not offend, and although the majesty was clear, it made the unrelated Qi Wuwei and Lian Muhuan father and son also frightened. The hands that called for wind and rain waved again, promising to end the move of the idealistic monk to come......

Qi Wuwei no longer cares about the life or death of the idealistic monk, which he is powerless to change anyway. What Qi Wuwei cares about now is only the strong strength of the imperial robe, and the familiarity when the wind moves in his palm.

"Ember Soul Wind!" The emperor-robed guest's waving hands then aimed at the idealistic monk, this posture was the same as before, but it became more dangerous because of the terrifying words he suddenly pronounced, and another gust of wind came from the palm of the emperor-robed guest, but it was very different from before, which contained countless fluorescents, which slowly flowed away, and it was as crystal clear as the Milky Way in the sky. However, in the place where the "Ember Soul Wind" was about to arrive but did not arrive, there were also many small particles of light that emerged, and they were either absorbed in the "Ember Soul Wind" when the "Ember Soul Wind" arrived, or floated in the direction of the "Ember Soul Wind", surrounding the surroundings, and fueling its momentum. In this move, there is actually the principle of the change of the stars, which makes Qi Wuwei and Lian Muhuan both admire it.

Suddenly, Qi Wuwei only felt that his palms were hot, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the idealistic monk who fell in front of him suddenly disappeared, and then looked at his hands, and the idealistic monk who had lost his human skin turned out to crawl over and grab his hand. It was two bloody claws with flesh and bones, leaving two lines of small red footprints on the ground, which were now covered with dust on Qi Wuwei's big hands.

"Huh?" Seeing this, the Imperial Robe guest immediately retracted his hand, and withdrew the "Ember Soul Wind" and surrounded him, which could still be activated again at any time. He wasn't sure that he would not hurt Qi Wuwei in such a situation, and he didn't want to hurt Qi Wuwei, so he said: "Qi Wuwei, quickly drive that demon away!"

"Are you unwilling?" Qi Wuwei asked flatly, his eyes met with the gaze of the idealistic monk and the demon pupil, and the first conclusion he got was the unwillingness of the idealistic monk. The idealistic monk did not respond, he still bit his lip tightly, and the two bloody claws seemed to want to vent all his remaining energy on Qi Wuwei's hands, but the feelings on Qi Wuwei's hands were just not painful.

"Give up! I don't know who you're wrestling with, but his move has burned all the strength of your body, and the use of true qi at this moment will only increase the pain!" Qi Wuwei thought that he had some fate and friendship with this idealistic monk, and he didn't want to rudely drive the latter to death, and still wanted to persuade him with kind words. Suddenly, Qi Wuwei found that the eyes of the idealistic monk looking at him had changed, and then, he only felt that the two bloody claws of the idealistic monk suddenly became hot, and they seemed to be full of power. Qi Wuwei meditated and concentrated, only to realize that an invisible force was pulling his soul, affecting the perception and touch of his body.

"It's come to this!Are you going to hurt me again?!" Qi Wuwei said angrily, his body was actually out of control, and in just a moment, he once again experienced the nothingness and coldness after experiencing the killing moves of the ghost path cultivators, this cry from the soul, but I don't know who else can hear it or not.

"Heha......" A string of sharp sneers sounded, which seemed to sound in Qi Wuwei's ears, and even more like ringing in Qi Wuwei's heart, hearing this laughter at this moment made Qi Wuwei's anger intensify even more, this will be the first time that he has become a spiritual physique and loses his mind due to anger.

In the next moment, everything that belonged to Qi Wuwei suddenly returned to his control, except for the reason that was temporarily absent, Qi Wuwei suddenly raised his hand, and the idealistic monk was thrown up by him, he struck out with a palm, and slapped it on the thin body, time passed very slowly at this moment, so slow that Qi Wuwei could clearly see that the flesh and bones were falling apart inch by inch, and he began to enjoy, enjoy the retribution of the wicked, and enjoy the suffering of the enemy. But before his smile could show momentum, it fell silent forever—sanity returned...... For a long time, it is expected to bear the weight of eternity.

A sharp cry rang in his ears clearly, but he also suffered the pain of piercing his heart, and the ember soul wind swept in front of him, ending the pain to the body that was suffering from disintegration, and also swept away all the filth and holiness that belonged to the idealistic monk, Qi Wuwei froze in place, he thought of something wrong, but if he couldn't say it in front of the right one, he would be an eternal loser......

A beam of light fell, and the imperial robe guest came to Qi Wuwei's side, he didn't talk to the latter first, but waved his hand to let Lian Muhuan take Lian Fengqi to avoid the conversation between the two of them. Lian Muhuan did so without thinking, not to mention Lian Fengqi, who was nested in the corner of the entire "execution".

The royal robe said tentatively, "Brother?"

Qi Wuwei turned his head to look at him in a daze, and nodded silently, at this moment, Qi Wuwei was so close to Hu Xiulun's statue and the royal robe, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to the similarity in their faces, and although he saw his move before and in his impression that Hu Xiulun's move could not be as detailed as one move, his demeanor and posture were passed down in the same vein.

The royal robe guest smiled, "He's really good at getting along!"

Qi Wuwei also smiled awkwardly, this situation and this situation is not too much to say that it is the greatest irony for him.