In the world of cultivation, the preacher and the Dharma teacher are the teachers, even if it is the demon cultivator of the fourth realm who wants to pass on his chance, Yan Wuyi still respectfully salutes, and attaches great importance to the friendship between master and apprentice.

Although he didn't know what the Lord of the Demon Realm could teach him and what he could pass on, when he decided to inherit it, it was already unchangeable.

"You boy, since it is difficult to stop you from worshipping, this seat will take you as a disciple. "The Lord of the Demon Realm blurted out his vain words, and when his soul thoughts were about to disperse, it was a blessing to be able to receive disciples to preach.

Practicing for thousands of years, buried in the poor, the lord of the demon realm has always done his own thing, and now a touch of soul is still alive, and he actually accepted Yan Wuyi as a disciple at the end of the day, and it is inevitable that he will feel comforted, so he said solemnly: "But if you want to enter my blood sea and dark heart, you must abide by three rules." ”

"Apprentice respects Master's teachings!" Yan Wuyi was shocked when he heard this, so he knelt on one knee again and listened to his master's words, but as for the sea of blood and meditation heart, it was unheard of.

"First, it is forbidden to wantonly slaughter living beings and sacrifice them with blood. I am not bloodthirsty in cultivating my heart in the sea of blood, and I will cultivate the sea of blood that swallows the sky with my own blood, and contains the Qiankun Dao, and you will know it in the future. ”

The lord of the demon realm said the first door rule, Yan Wuyi was already surprised, the demon cultivator master who had never wanted to reach the highest realm was not like most demon beasts who practiced by killing and using blood as the road, but instead cultivated the mind and evolved the will of blood.

"Second, you must not give up halfway, you must practice the blood path with your whole life. ”

Seeing that Yan Wuyi seemed to be puzzled, the Lord of the Demon Realm couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Fellow cultivators don't violate this rule, the blood path is a way, and it is extremely important to not give up on penance, if you slack off easily, I am afraid that you will hurt yourself." ”

"You have to remember that there are thousands of ways in the world, and if you want to go further, you have to find your own way after all. ”

Listening to its serious words, Yan Wuyi nodded resolutely, secretly remembering it in his heart.

As for the third, he will not be allowed to step into Yinjiang Moon for life. ”

The lord of the demon realm said slowly: "As a teacher, I don't know where Yinjiangyue is, you just need to remember it, the six generations of the blood sea meditation heart path, during the Taiyuan period, this seat wandered in a secret realm in the Beihai Sea, and by chance this blood sea meditation heart Dao, this method is more important than stimulating the blood of the whole body, condensing the blood sea dantian to accommodate ten thousand spiritual potentials, extremely subtle, now you worship the meditation heart, you must practice steadfastly, and one day you can reach the highest realm." ”

"I don't dare to forget!" Yan Wuyi's heart was itching, listening to how strong the lord of this demon realm was, it was inevitable that he was anxious, and he wanted to take a look at the mysteries of the heart.

Carefully recalling what the Lord of the Demon Realm said, he benefited a lot.

Seeing that he was not arrogant or impatient, and respected his teacher, the lord of the demon realm couldn't help but feel very pleased, and his soul moved, and bursts of mystical momentum lingered in Lingyun.

I saw that the blood-colored spirit in front of me suddenly turned into a little streamer, and countless dazzling and mysterious light marks were crossed in the vast space, which was strangely in line with Yan Wuyi's consciousness.

When the smoke dissipated, Yan Wuyi pondered, and the wonderful inscriptions of blood-colored rolling continued to circulate in his consciousness, lingering, and erased!

Contemplating and looking, the first five inscriptions shone with a different light, which was the Heart Sutra of the Sea of Blood, and the words contained the meaning of the Tao, such as the rhyme of enlightenment.

"Time is running out for you to be a teacher, and when your consciousness returns to your true body, it's not too late to realize it again. The hearty laughter of the Lord of the Demon Realm resounded in all directions, and a demonic light was fierce, waking up Yan Wuyi, who had sunk into the Heart Sutra.

Just a little touch, there is a vision, Yan Wuyi is shocked, has been suffering without the way, now get this mysterious method, naturally overjoyed, so suppress the endless curiosity in his heart, listen patiently.

"The name of the teacher is Emperor Kong, although it is a demon beast family, the body is a blood cloud in the zero realm two thousand years ago, created by heaven, the spirit becomes a demon form, so the blood and bones are born, since you have worshiped me as a teacher, and in the future, you will break into the world and the world, don't fall into the name of the teacher!"

The Lord of the Demon Realm revealed all his sources, although he had fallen for a thousand years, he still had expectations for Yan Wuyi in his heart, and he hoped that the resolute young man in front of him could really carry forward the Dao system.

"The disciple will definitely live up to the prestige of the master and cultivate the morality of meditation as soon as possible. ”

Yan Wuyi was secretly frightened when he heard this, and hurriedly nodded yes, now he is convinced, Emperor Kun has passed on his Taoism, and his kindness is already extremely heavy.

"Boom ......"

As soon as the words fell, the blood-colored space suddenly trembled, and a sense of sadness penetrated through it, as if it was about to collapse, which made people feel frightened.

"Master?"

Yan Wuyi was quite worried, this blood-colored space was a touch of Emperor Kong's soul thoughts, and now that the space was shaking, it must be that the soul thoughts were undergoing extremely strong consumption.

"The years are merciless, and the last vestiges of the world in this seat will also return to chaos. The voice of the emperor was silent for a long time before it sounded slowly, full of vicissitudes.

No matter how strong it is, it can't withstand the ruthless destruction of time, and in the end it will still be dust to dust and dust to earth.

Yan Wuyi seems to be able to feel the sorrow of the peerless powerhouse, isn't the path of cultivation just to go against life and escape through the void?

"When the soul is about to be extinguished, there is still a wish for the teacher, I hope you will make a difference in the future and can complete this on my behalf. Di Kun said calmly, pulling down his face and telling his disciples about the unfinished business, there was always a strange feeling haunting his heart.

"Master, please speak, there is no easy decision to go all out. Yan Wuyi secretly thought to himself, what would this powerful demon clan master want to do by himself.

"At the beginning, he took the evil path of cultivating the Meditation Heart Sutra for his teacher, refining his blood by fighting, and he was young and frivolous, challenging the demon clan Tianjiao everywhere, and he never wanted to provoke the end of the sea for three days. ”

"Fortunately, the Buddha of the West Kuga escaped a life, in order to repay the kindness, he had responded to a request, to be the protector of the Dharma Venerable, and then because of the delay of all things, has not gone to the West to fulfill the contract, thousands of years ago, for the teacher and the six demon kings to compete for the beginning of the demon mirror, never wanted to be attacked by the people around him, and ended up with a dead end, and there was no chance to return the favor, although I was destroyed, but the heart was difficult to peace. ”

"Dharma Protector Venerable, who has released the void lineage, could it be that Master Venerable plans to let me become a monk?" Yan Wuyi's heart tightened, and he cowered and raised a wry smile.

Di Kun noticed his strangeness, and couldn't help but feel funny: "How can you stinky boy be so shallow, in the middle of the continent and Jiuzhou, the west is the Buddha, and the Dharma Protector Venerable of the Buddha is not all monks, but just a guide who protects his veins endlessly, with your current strength, you are not worthy of lifting shoes for others, practice the scriptures well, and remember the words of the teacher." ”

"The master said very well, the disciple is indeed fascinated. Yan Wuyi was inevitably embarrassed, and his honest appearance made Emperor Kun angry, and then asked: "I don't know where the six demon kings who persecuted the master came from, and if Wuyi has the ability in the future, he will definitely make them pay the price." ”

I didn't expect this matter to be related to the Derivation Demon Mirror, and the difficulty of Emperor Kun really involves too many layers that cannot be touched.

"Don't have this thought, the grievances of the previous generation have dissipated when the teacher died, don't add trouble and cause and effect. "Emperor Kong's voice seems to be a little weaker, and he has obviously seen a lot of it.

The master and the apprentice talked for a while, and the blood-colored space suddenly collapsed, falling down like fragments, disappearing and invisible.

Ever since he put that spiritual essence into Yan Wuyi's consciousness, Di Kunde's soul thought has been subjected to intense attrition.

"Although you have the Blood Sea Meditation Heart Sutra as the Dao Method, you lack a battle recipe to match, and then pass on a halberd method to you as a teacher, the halberd method is nameless, and the blood is the guide. Di Kun was relieved, and laughter echoed endlessly.

I wanted to say a few more words to Yan Wuyi, but I was unable to return to heaven to keep my soul thoughts.

A ray of golden light rose again in front of him, like the first rays of sunlight in the morning, faintly bringing a sense of warmth.

"Master!"

Yan Wuyi seemed to be reluctant, and roared sadly, and then there was no sound, only to watch the golden light roll towards him.

The leisurely blood-colored space, as Emperor Kong played the last battle method, all collapsed, and the world did not exist.

A generation of demon cultivators, the last trace of breath left in the world, after all, it is difficult to stop the long river of time that the vast soup soup rolls into.

The mirror power is suddenly born, and the demon is pulled.

Yan Wuyi's consciousness that had been so much tormented and adventured then turned into a glimmer of light, flashing out of the phantom shadow of the Origin Mirror between the peaks, and returned to his numb body.