Xia Meng was younger and more vigorous in the end, and when he saw that the old Taoist didn't listen to the explanation, he came up directly to collect the demon, so he took out his sword and blocked in front of the young man: "You old Taoist priest is so unreasonable!" ”

The old Taoist saw that Xia Meng had dissolved his own blow, and his face couldn't help but sink, although he didn't use all his strength just now, but this easy solution was enough to see that the strength of the method was not low! secretly thought in his heart that the other party's status might not be low, so he persuaded him with good words: "Why does the fairy want to help this demon cultivator?" Since ancient times, immortal cultivators and demon cultivators have different paths, and before that, Poor Dao also heard that a large number of demon cultivators rushed to the Ethereal Peak to wreak havoc on monks, among which there are many demon cultivators, since the fairy is an immortal cultivator, why should he associate with this demon cultivator? ”

Xia Meng paused slightly, but he was not unreasonable: "That said, after all, cultivating immortals is different from cultivating demons, most of the immortal cultivators can only prepare for the catastrophe by doing good deeds and accumulating virtues. ”

The old Taoist priest disagreed: "Why should the fairy worry about these things, this demon cultivator will definitely be collected today, and the fairy will not be contaminated with cause and effect if he does not interfere." After that, he picked up the long sword again and wanted to collect the demon, but he didn't even take her seriously.

Xia Meng saw that the other party was perfunctory, so she persuaded with a cold face: "I persuaded you not to listen to my good words, and I was determined to kill this innocent demon cultivator, since this is the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!" With that, he waved the long sword in his hand, and a visible wind blade approached Lao Dao, who dodged sideways but was still scratched by the power of the wind blade.

Suddenly, his face was gloomy: "Since you don't listen to the persuasion of the poor Dao, and you insist on becoming one with the demon cultivator, then don't blame the poor Dao for cleaning up the portal!" After that, he took out a gossip mirror, chanted a spell in his mouth, and the murderous aura instantly enveloped several of them.

In the end, the old Taoist priest cultivated to a higher level, and his cultivation before Xia Meng was suppressed, and now he is not as neat as before when he uses spells, and he falls within a hundred moves.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest sneered: "This body cultivation is a great supplement!" The poor road is disrespectful today! ”

"Look for death!"

Qingtian, who had been watching from the sidelines and didn't make a sound, moved when the old Taoist priest wanted to make a dead hand to the summer, but he just flicked his sleeves, but saw a black light and shadow hit the old Taoist priest's abdomen, and the old Taoist priest couldn't dodge and was beaten and flew up, slamming on the ground!

Seeing this, the people around them hurriedly fled in all directions, and they were so afraid of the ability of the sky that they didn't even dare to scream.

The old Taoist priest struggled to sit up, looking at Qingtian with a gaze full of surprise and fear: "You, you, you are ......"

It's no wonder that he is arrogant, this old Taoist priest is the junior disciple of the Taiqing Guan Guan Lord Qinghe, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the merger period, and he is about to break through to the cave void period, such cultivation is already high in the world of cultivating immortals, and he prefers the cultivation of crooked and evil ways, and he is uncomfortable in the world of cultivating immortals, so he runs to the human world. The cultivation of his body was enshrined as an immortal, which made him more and more unscrupulous, so he dared to know that Xia Meng was a monk and would kill her.

But what he never expected was that he would actually meet someone in the human world who cultivated even more than himself! And it's a demon cultivator!

Qing Tian didn't even bother to give him a look, so he waved his hand, only to see that the person who was arrogant and arrogant just now instantly turned into a puddle of black water.

Xia Meng strained her face, she knew that if it wasn't for Qingtian's help, she would have been destroyed by this old Taoist priest, but seeing a living person disappear in the next second made her feel palpitations.

Qingtian rummaged through the old Taoist's Qiankun bag, took out a few magic weapons full of demonic energy, and sneered: "It is said that it is a matter of cultivating immortals but sitting and cultivating demons, and it is really innocent of death." ”

Xia Meng looked at the magic weapon and knew that there were a lot of karma in the hands of the old Taoist, so he felt a little at ease.

"Okay, take it, and live a good life in the future." Qingtian threw the boy a money bag and said in a flat tone, "It's better to leave here with the old lady." "The neighbors here all know that he is a demon cultivator, and he will inevitably get into trouble in the future.

The young man happily took the money bag and kowtowed to the two excitedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, fairy!" I will do a lot of good in the future! ”

Summer Meng looked at the figure of the boy who left a little confused, is what she firmly believes still correct?

The monks are all supporting the righteous heavenly way, and the demon cultivator is walking against the sky, and there is a great evil death, is there more than innocent? ――

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Wu Yang doesn't know how long he hasn't dreamed, maybe it's because he doesn't even sleep much, so even dreaming is a luxury, not to mention dreaming about his past.

He dreamed that when he first stepped into the Ethereal Peak, he was still a seven or eight-year-old child, innocent and immature.

His master is the number one power in the immortal cultivation world, the immeasurable heavenly venerable.

At that time, he was still a child who had just left home, and when he saw Shizun, he was stunned, and he still didn't believe that he could actually follow the immortal cultivation.

Because Shizun always has a smile on the corner of his mouth and compassion, he subconsciously wants to make himself such a person, and unconsciously imitates Shizun in his words and deeds.

At that time, he thought that the monks were all like this, until he saw his uncle returning from a trip around the world.

Different from the ethereal peak covered with snow all the year round, Uncle Shi always wears a gorgeous red dress, his skin is like jade, his eyebrows are like daisies, his lips are like beads, and he is always scattered with dark green silk.

He didn't know how he had the courage, and when everyone was afraid of his uncle, he stood up and said that he wanted to learn swordsmanship from his uncle.

Uncle Shi was also surprised at the time, but he just looked up to the sky and laughed.

He knew that Uncle Shi didn't care about himself, so he worked hard to make himself excellent, and he wanted Uncle Shi to see his excellence.

How long has it been, decades, or hundreds of years, he has grown from a thin child to a handsome teenager, but Uncle Shi has not changed in the slightest.

Uncle Shi still loves to taste fine wine, love to see peach blossoms, and likes to lie alone in the warm sun and squint into the distance, looking at it is a day.

He was too young to know what it was, and it wasn't until later that he realized that it was loneliness.

Even though he tried to accompany his uncle, he still felt lonely.

He was always worried that his uncle would leave willfully, but his uncle didn't, he kept his promise and stayed at the Ethereal Peak to teach him swordsmanship.

When he thought that he could use his own careful tricks to stay with his uncle, Ethereal Peak broke into someone.

It was a man with a more delicate appearance than his uncle, with handsome facial features, a snow-white robe, and a dusty atmosphere. But he was so indifferent, so indifferent that he isolated everyone except Uncle Shi