One day, Xiao Xian received a secret letter from the imperial court of the Xiuzhen realm, the Central Forbidden Palace, inviting him to get together.

Xiao Xian replied: "Busy. ”

Tianzun's hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

What does it mean to be busy?!

The Central Forbidden Palace saw that the Demon Sect was in full swing, and it was already out of their control, and Tianzun was even more afraid of Xiao Xian's god-killing cultivation, in case he wanted to rebel in the future, wouldn't the Forbidden Palace be just a small snack in his mouth? So they tried to recruit Xiao Xian, wouldn't they all be happy to coexist peacefully? But looking at Xiao Xian's attitude, he is obviously embarrassing him in the Forbidden Palace.

Xiao Xian brought great panic to Kyushu, and the pressure on the Forbidden Palace was even greater. If you don't kill him, it will damage the majesty of the Forbidden Palace. It's hard to kill him! It's hard to get to the sky!

Tianzun gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, he must get rid of that old demon! He didn't believe that he couldn't deal with a demon cultivator with all his Kyushu troops!

Ten years, the right way to lay out a full ten years of bureau.

The three copper coins in Dao Xiu's hand fell to the ground in response, and all of them were Yang Yao in place six times.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the six are successful, the flying dragon is in the sky, and it is beneficial to see the adult!

The time has come, and the old devil is finally exhausted. The only way is that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the way of heaven is impermanence and good reincarnation. He who owes a debt will pay his debt, and he who owes his life will pay his life.

Then, the Central Forbidden Palace ordered the Four Imperial Emperors of Kyushu to bring hundreds of decent sects to Buzhou Mountain to crusade against the Demon Sect!

After the dark seventy-seven forty-nine days, the gilded and magnificent hall of the Hatred Heaven has turned into a ruin, the blood on the Optimus Broken Pillar has solidified, crumbling, and the corpses on the Buzhou Mountain that run through the heavens and the earth are all over the field, and the blood of the demon cultivator and the righteous path are intertwined and converged into a large river of blood.

At first, hundreds of sects suffered heavy casualties, no matter how many people pressed up, they couldn't get close to Xiao Xian's body at all, and they were cut to pieces by his sword qi when they were only a hundred meters away.

The Four Imperial Emperors fought in person, even if it was four against one, Xiao Xian was not defeated at all.

A low roar was heard in the distance, and countless sword qi burned with karmic fire from hell, falling from the sky like a rain of meteor fire—

In the burning sea of fire, a female monk collapsed to the ground, her eyes trembled with horror, looking at Xiao Xian's unreachable figure, she covered her head in pain, trembling all over, and cried in despair: "Is this the Demon Venerable, the disparity in strength is too great...... It's so far away that we can't win! ”

The monks looked at the torn sky and tried to flee the battlefield, but they were killed by the overseers behind them......

The monk who supervised the battle was also anxious, "Don't retreat!" Defectors, die! ”

Now, there is no way back for anyone.

The demon cultivators looked at the appearance of the remnants of the defeated soldiers who fled from the righteous path one by one, it was simply very happy! They shouted the name of 'Supreme Demon Venerable' with high morale. They were abandoned by the gods, and the Demon Venerable was their god, and the gods would never lose.

The Forbidden Palace changed its tactics and planned to use the wheel battle to kill Xiao Xian. But when Xiao Xian's vitality was not exhausted, the rear supplies could no longer keep up. Tianzun sat in the center of the main hall of the Forbidden Palace, steadied his mind, he listened to the battle reports of one disastrous defeat after another, and he already had the intention of retreating.

But the latest battle report made him kindle a glimmer of hope - Xiao Xian, he went crazy.

Forty-nine days later, Xiao Xian stood on top of the mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, holding a sword in his left hand and holding his wife's body in the crook of his arm with his right hand. The bloody wind is fierce, the long hair is scattered, the eyebrows are indifferent, and the red tear mole like blood sets off his delicate facial features with a decisive and awe-inspiring beauty. Su Ri's spotless white robe was tattered and stained with blood, and even though the hundreds of wounds on his body were gurgling with blood, his sword hand was still steady. The posture is still clear like a lotus, immovable, like the snow of thousands of mountains, the cold is bone-chilling, and it is difficult to hide the peerless posture.

One husband is a close to ten thousand people, just like the god of war standing.

Even though he was ruined, no one dared to step forward.

The head of the Kunlun faction said loudly: "Fellow Daoists! The old demon has collapsed, his consciousness is not clear, and he is hanging with only a breath of demonic energy, we need to work together, and we must cut him with a thousand knives today! ”

The words were loud and loud, and the morale was boosted in an instant, and the shouts were like a raging tide.

"Old Devil! You've reached your limit! I will do the right thing for heaven today! ”

"For your own selfishness, you refined the illusory elixir of resurrection, and killed my wife and children - I will make you pay back with blood!"

"Shame on you, the poor road will clean up the door today!"

In front of him, the figures of the four emperors stood motionless like a mountain like a god, and all around them were awe-inspiring young heroes.

Dead chess has landed, the overall situation has been decided, the wind is full of clothes, and all feelings are in autumn.

At the end of the hero, turning around is a desolation.

But at this time, Xiao Xian still had the leisure to communicate with someone in the air, "What, do I act like it?" ”

Other: "...... It could be more miserable. ”

"Oh. But they couldn't touch me. Don't blame me for saying that if they don't practice well on weekdays, they will know that they will be intrigued, and they will be helpless when they encounter a strong enemy. ”

"Hurry up, that idle. If you don't die, they'll run out of energy. ”

Xiao Xian thought about the words for a while, and said with a calm expression, "I have saved countless people, why not let them exchange my wife's life now?" ”

This terrible fallacy made everyone tremble.

"Old Devil! Resist any longer, you're at the end of your rope and you're no match for us! ”

Xiao Xian stretched out his hand, and a force sucked the young man to him, grabbing him by the collar and hanging him in the air. The young man instantly felt a powerful aura pressing over, and his body couldn't move because of the fear of the power of the person in front of him!

"—You, do the right thing for heaven? What is Heaven? What is the Tao? ”

“……”

The young man was so frightened that he lost his soul, and under extreme fear, his face suddenly turned hideous, and he roared angrily: "What kind of bullshit is Tiandao! I-only have to kill you! In order to make a name for himself and be in the top position!! ”

When Xiao Xian heard this, he grabbed the young man's hand and let go gently. The young man fell heavily to the ground, and was overwhelmed by Xiao Xian's shadowy figure.

Xiao Xian suddenly laughed happily, and then, his laughter grew louder and louder—

He looked up to the sky and roared, his mournful shouts resounded through the sky, white light flowed rapidly around him, and the powerful qi waves were stirring one after another, and the entire Cangshan that ran through the heavens and the earth was trembling violently.

His black hair danced wildly, his clothes fluttered, every inch of his skin was as white as moonlight, and his beautiful and cold face showed a cold and resolute smile, blooming with dazzling brilliance, like a snow lotus blooming in the biting cold wind, which was so amazing that it made people's hearts tremble.

"Beware, everybody! He's going to fight back!! ”

Everyone tensed their heartstrings, clenched their weapons, and prepared to attack, and the fight for life and death was only for a moment.

The four emperors swept up together, hundreds of rays of vitality light appeared behind them, and there was a loud bang, and thousands of vitality rushed to the figure in an instant, and the blade-like gas was fiercely intertwined and swirled, and the scorching wind and strong black smoke twisted into a pitch-black abyss.

There was a slight cracking sound in the air, but the evil sword crumbled in the blooming light.

- The sword is destroyed, and the man is killed.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and columns of clear light poured down from the thick clouds and shone on the scarred bodies of the monks.

In front of him, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, that peerless posture has turned into smoke and dust and dispersed.

"We ...... Win? ”

"The old devil is dead...... The old devil is really dead. ”

"Win! It was we who won! ”

The victors shouted loudly, shaking the sky, and some people couldn't help but hug each other and weep.

There is no longer a sword immortal, and there is only a peerless name in the world.

But Emperor Ziwei knew very well in his heart that if Xiao Xian didn't take the initiative to stop, it might not be who would die or live now. He looked at the people who were basking in the joy of victory, and saw that no one noticed the slightest move of the old demon.

Emperor Ziwei was puzzled, is the old devil bent on death?

A female disciple of the Tang Sect said: "Demon cultivation is a crooked and evil way after all, and at the end of it is a karmic demon, losing his mind and destroying human nature, becoming an ugly demonic beast, and it is difficult to escape the fate of being killed by his peers and eating his vitality." If you don't want to become a karmic demon, you have to keep inhaling yin qi and resentment, and take away people's skills, even if he kills people who deserve it, but he also bears infinite sins. ”

A sword cultivator took a sip of wine: "The demon path is like an abyss, if you step into it with this foot, it will be difficult to get out, and there will be no turning back." ”

"Now I'm waiting for him to be happy, which can be regarded as repaying him for saving my life at the beginning."

In this campaign against the Demon Venerable, the hidden dragon is not used, lying on the salary to taste the courage, carefully planned, and laid out for ten years.

Emperor Ziwei was silent about the blockade of Xiao Xian's initiative, and the battle report received from all over Kyushu was that the Supreme Demon Venerable would eventually lose to the powerful alliance of the famous and decent people.

The battle ended with the victory of the Demon Zun, the whole country in Kyushu celebrated, the heroes returned triumphantly, and all the bloodshed and sacrifice were worth it. Later generations only left a judgment: "Evil does not prevail over good!" ”

Set an example.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the geese fall in the clear streams, and the clear light has clothed the whole world with a thin golden veil. In the scattered smoke in the sky, on the edge of the verdant stone cliff, a figure of fairy wind Dao bones is standing under the jade tree with his back to Xiao Xian, the jade crown neatly bundles his black hair high, holding the dust, and the white Taoist robe embroidered with patterns reveals a bit of elegance. behaves calmly, but the flirtatious smile between the eyebrows gives people a bit of unreliable taste.

The gorgeous and beautiful Daojun slowly turned around and held the seal ceremony.

"The poor road has been waiting for you for a long time."

Xiao Xian took the war against himself as a game, fought hard for forty-nine days, and pretended to go crazy and collapsed, just to make this game leaky, no one would suspect that he was cheating to death, just to see the white-clothed Taoist in front of him.

How difficult it is to be righteous, and how hard it is to kill him. poured out all his troops and laid out the overall situation for ten years, but in the end he just used it for a while. The Forbidden Palace was busy and made a wedding dress for Xiao Xian.

If Tianzun knew the truth, he would be crazy. He can only put aside his family and pray, this old devil will come back on a whim one day, it will be a turmoil that the Forbidden Palace can't control.

"If you still have a good heart, I will use the power of heaven to bring your wife back to life. But this road is more bumpy and bumpy, can you? ”

He held her hand tightly, his expression calm, "Even if I have suffered a lot," his tone was painful but firm, "there is no regret." ”

The white-clothed Daojun chuckled and said, "If you suffer a lot, just looking at her in exchange is enough, is it enough for you?" ”

"That's enough."

The white-clothed Daojun waved his sleeves, and wisps of light erupted from his wide sleeved robe.

"The elixir of resurrection, guided by the heart, a drop of sad tears, two lamps of blood, three inches of flesh and bones, four strands of love silk, five points of repentance, six places of compassion, seven degrees of great wishes, eight directions of Pudu, after all the difficulties of ninety-nine, only to know the sincerity, the gold and stone are open, caused by heaven, free flow, and finally can be thought of each other."

As soon as the proverbs come out, the heavenly machine is broken, the breeze rises in an instant, the light is flourishing, the purple air comes from the east, and there are thousands of clouds.

The wife gradually dissipated in mid-air, turning into pearlescent dust, which was gently sprinkled.

He held her hand tightly, and his heart was suddenly hollowed out.

The dust she had borne turned into a small seed and flew into Xiao Xian's palm.

"You need to water it with merit, and when you have completed 800 lines of merit with 3,000 merits, what you have lost will come back. Poor Dao needs to drain your three souls and two souls to help her be reborn. ”

A powerful force instantly drained his divine sense, and twilight light poured into the lotus seed.

"When you lose your soul, you will be confused and your memories will be turned upside down. Slow and forgetful, not knowing the way back. ”

Xiao Xian closed his eyes, his body was full of warm brilliance, he was angry, but the corners of his mouth curled into a quiet and satisfied smile: "In this way, it is very good." Very good. ”

The white-clothed Daojun looked at him and seemed to chuckle.

The light gradually quieted down, and before Xiao Xian lost consciousness, he heard the sound of the sky echoing-

"The blue bird passes the book, the feather fairy clears the road, and the sky is full of fragrance. Thousands of peach blossoms, quasi-planning to ask the road of longevity. ”

It has been fifty years since Xiao Xian woke up from the virtual realm, like Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream.

The rivers and lakes are still surging, and the fighting has not stopped, but many loves, hatreds, and hatreds have long been dispersed with the wind and sand like loess and white bones.

I heard that there is a white-clothed Taoist monarch in the world, his Taoist robe is torn, his white hair is messy, he always smiles, amiable, warm and luster. But his brain seems to be a little bad, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, he doesn't remember who his surname is, always talking nonsense, upside down, he will look at the shop that is a candy man stupidly, and call a budding lotus flower as a lady.

The sentient beings didn't know where he came from, nor did they know where he was going, and no one confused this poor and stupid Taoist priest with the powerful Demon Venerable back then. They only know that he never charges money for treating diseases and saving people, he doesn't know martial arts, and his ability is meager, but he still does his best to help everyone.

From now on, seeing all living beings is like meeting with the old people.