Demons, demons, and Tao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two palaces of the Xuantian Division Yujing in the north and south provoked the righteousness of the world to guard the righteous path of the Xuanmen Gate and kill the demons, but the two divisions in the world did not refer to the two divisions of the north and south of the Xuantian Division, but the Xuantian Division and the Floating Dust Division.

Everyone in the world knows the hedgehog green shirt, but how many people have seen the more mysterious and ethereal floating dust division with high mountains?

A middle-aged man with messy hair but clean white clothes rode a mule down the hill into the plain.

An unsheathed rusty sword at his waist, a pot of flower wine in his hand, and a very casual one.

He drunkenly muttered: "There is wine in the sky, I am happy without wine, and I am the only one who slays demons in the world...... Eh, what's the matter? ”

The clouds in the sky turned their heads into the sky, and the water in the world has been flowing for thousands of years.

A mule stepped into Xichuan.

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Wancheng, Xuzhou, the city lord's mansion.

"This Dao Master, are you really a monk of the Xiayun Sect?" Cheng Jiliang, whose temples were slightly white, looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest in front of him with a fairy wind in disbelief.

Wancheng is a small city in the southwest of Yu country, half a year of drought, the land under the feet has been cracked like a spider web, if it is not for the Xuzhou prefect assigned to Xicheng to transfer the grain and grass, I am afraid that more people will starve to death on the side of the road, now that the early summer has arrived, no one knows whether more people will die in the cold winter in a few months.

Cheng Jiliang, as the parents of tens of thousands of people in Wancheng, can't turn a blind eye, but he has tried all kinds of methods to still have no effect, and now this passing Taoist said that he is a cultivator of the Xiayun Sect, and there is a way to help tens of thousands of people in Wancheng ask for a heavy rain, which is really a life-saving straw that fell from the sky, just looking left and right, they are not very similar to the masters of the Xiayun Sect in Xiayun Mountain, Xuzhou, and are more like wild Taoists in the rivers and lakes.

This Taoist priest who claimed to be a Changping Daoist saw the old city lord's distrust, and smiled indifferently: "Yes or no, these are not important, the important thing is that I can help the people of Wancheng bring a long-drought rain." ”

This sharpness really has a bit of the demeanor of a cultivator.

Cheng Jiliang apologized again and again, and said ashamedly: "It's really abrupt, I hope the adults don't care, whether the people of Wancheng can survive this cold winter or not, now it all depends on the immortal law of the adults." ”

Changping Daoren squinted his eyes and looked at the sky outside the window that had been staggered with clouds and mist, these mortals may not understand, but he can be very clear, as the so-called wind and clouds are going to change color, even without his help, this piece of dry land is about to be able to be moistened by rain, but he said softly: "The reason why Wancheng will encounter rain and dew in half a year is not because of bad luck, but because there are monsters lurking in the city to make trouble. ”

Cheng Jiliang's face changed when he heard this, he didn't expect that there were monsters lurking in the city under his jurisdiction for half a year, and he was really shocked into a cold sweat. ”

Changping Daoren muttered to himself: "This monster is really unusual, even I need some strength to deal with it." ”

Cheng Jiliang was stunned at first, but in the end, he was a person who had been floating in the temple for half his life, and finally understood the meaning of this Xiayun Sect leader, and immediately said solemnly: "This lord can rest assured, and the officials will do everything they can afterwards to repay the great kindness of the adults to the people of Wancheng today." ”

Changping Daoist was noncommittal, and took one step and came to the outside of the house.

When the old city lord behind him saw this scene, his heart was settled.

The Taoist took out a peachwood sword out of nowhere, sacrificed the sword to the sky, and recited words in his mouth.

A golden spike hung from the hilt of the sword, faintly glittering.

He suddenly glared at him and said, "Demon, don't die quickly!" ”

Pedestrians stopped one after another, hearing his words, they all looked around in horror, as if they were afraid of the monsters in the mouth of this Taoist, if the name of the demon cultivator is right, but the ordinary dawn people will not have such a big reaction, but it is the monster that shakes the foundation of the world with the demon cultivator makes these people feel more palpitations, because these monsters are no different from ordinary people at first glance, and even those big demons who have created the heavens will be more like people than people, the face of the man is like a crown of jade, and the beauty of the woman is alluring.

It is precisely because it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, these monsters seem more and more infiltrated in people's hearts, they will lurk in the human city, quietly enjoy the flesh and blood of one fellow citizen after another at a time and place that no one notices, this silent horror is the most chilling to the body.

Such a man-eating monster is hiding in Wancheng?

There was a snort.

The yellow rune paper standing in the air in front of this unfathomable Dao Master suddenly burst into flames.

Seven feet of blood splattered.

The Changping Daoist exhaled a long breath, glimpsed the appearance of others covering his mouth and exclaiming, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Although the peachwood sword in his hand is a mortal thing, the sword spike at the hilt of the sword is not simple at all, this is a partial magic weapon that he deceived from the unworldly head disciple of the Xiayun Sect, which can be used to further mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, so as to achieve the effect of using the true yuan royal magic weapon for the monks above the Qi Sea Realm to cultivate in the Ning Yuan Realm, whether it is the blood on the ground or the yellow rune paper that is about to burn into ashes in front of him, it is inseparable from the effect of this magic weapon.

Cheng Jiliang, who came out of the mansion and was already convinced by the Taoist chief in front of him, asked cautiously, "Dao chief, how is that monster?" ”

Changping Daoren showed a pleased smile, although these mortals are very afraid of monsters, but none of them have really seen monsters, but yes, people who have really seen monsters, how many can live until now? If not, how can he be deceitful? He said slowly: "The evil has been eliminated, and now the poor road will help the villagers in Wancheng to summon a ganlin." ”

As soon as these words came out, these people who had suffered from drought were all excited to thank them.

Changping Daoist nodded indifferently, glanced at the sky, and once again sacrificed his peachwood sword, and quickly recited the Xuanmen orthodoxy handed down, and now Yunze countless Taoist temples have the basic mental method of building the foundation "Immortal Induction Formula".

Not long after, he suddenly raised his sword to the sky, mobilized his true yuan to pour it into the hilt of the peachwood sword, and shouted: "The rain is coming!" ”

The sky and the earth were dark, and the thunder shook.

Many ordinary people who came in a hurry were shocked, citing it as a miracle, and they all called the word immortal.

Changping Daoren really felt that he was proud enough to cheat and do his part, but before he could enjoy this flashy vanity, he frowned slightly, and muttered in his heart: "This is impossible." ”

He thought that according to the current celestial phenomenon, he would definitely be able to summon heavy rain by using the aura of heaven and earth to add fuel to the fire, but only a few thunderbolts came on a sunny day, but there was no sign that the rain was about to fall, and even the clouds on the horizon were faintly scattered.

This time, Changping Daoist used all the strength to eat, opened his eyes and said loudly again: "Give me down!" ”

But the clouds continued to disperse on their own.

Seeing that the sky was about to clear, the people of Wancheng all showed strange looks.

Cheng Jiliang's heart lifted up, and he asked with concern: "Dao Chief, but what's wrong?" ”

The heart of Changping Daoist also mentioned his throat, and he was worried in his heart, and secretly said that he really taught his crow's mouth to be unlucky, is there really a big demon lurking in this unknown small city? How could such a thing happen otherwise?

The street fell silent, and suddenly a voice rang out.

"The heavens refuse to rain down, not because this Taoist friend's Dao method is not profound enough, but because there is still one thing missing."

Hearing this voice at this moment of fright, Changping Dao people first stood up with sweat and hair, and the strength of the peach wood sword in his hand suddenly increased a few points, and then he followed the prestige.

In the midst of the sea of people stood a handsome man.

This man was dressed in a restrained but immortal dark robe, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and an incomparably friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, looking like a young man in his twenties, he was really charming, and he was even more generous than him, a fake Yunxia Sect monk.

Quietly, the people of Changping Dao breathed a sigh of relief in every sense.

He knew that he had probably met a real disciple of the Great Sect, and the other party was obviously not ready to demolish him when he spoke like this, although he could not continue to deceive, but in the end he solved the urgent need in front of him, and also gave him a decent and appropriate step.

Changping Daoren said with a smile: "I have only learned to be ugly, thanks to this Taoist friend, otherwise this time it is a big sin to lose face and delay the livelihood of Wancheng and rural relatives." ”

The man just smiled.

Changping Daoren hesitated for a moment and asked, "I don't know what is missing in the next place?" ”

The man walked out and whispered a word: "Life." ”

Changping Daoren was slightly stunned.

"Your life."

He said calmly again, and at the same time took another step forward, and easily removed the head of the Nagahei Dao man as if he were picking flowers and folding grass.

A spurt of blood spilled all over the ground, and he began to wander into a formation on his own as if he had consciousness.

The audience was in an uproar, and many women screamed.

The man took the sword spike at the end of the peachwood sword of the Changping Dao man and put it in his palm to play with, and the golden sword spike soon turned black as if it had been polluted.

It didn't take long for the blood array under his feet to be connected.

The black clouds that had just dispersed gathered again, and the entire Wancheng was dark.

Lightning flashed, the wind blew, and the thunder rumbled deafeningly.

The bean-sized rain poured down unexpectedly.

is really telling the truth, it is missing a life of Changping Dao people.

The old city lord looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face and a smile on his face that was not far away, and his whole body trembled.

He already vaguely knew the true identity of this man.

Is it really a cause and effect in the dark?!

Suddenly it's like winter.

The downpour turned into heavy snow in June, hail and winter thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the city was in a mess, the old city lord let the loyal and bold people pull back to the mansion, and the ordinary people who were still surrounded by water were either dead at the moment, or they were trembling and hiding in the nearby house, in the face of such a demon who was almost omnipotent, only the dark house with the door closed could give them a little psychological comfort.

The man glanced at the river of blood at his feet, the dead bodies in all directions, and his gaze was cold.

There are countless monsters in Yunze, but most of them live in the shadow of Xuanmen orthodoxy, which the majestic rising sun can't shine on.

He's not only a monster, but he's also a big monster.

He has the courage to go to the north and south palaces of Xuantian Division, what is the point of being willful and reckless this time?

The wind howled and the sky thundered.

He turned to leave, but suddenly stopped, and looked calmly in the direction of the city gate.

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The cold wind swept the white grass and folded, and one man and one mule entered the empty city.

With a sword hanging from his waist and wine in his hand.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and whispered, "It's so windy." ”

The voice just fell.

The wind is light and the clouds are light, and the wind is drizzling.