Spring goes and autumn comes.

The Immortal Taoist Temple is crowded with people, and it is full of human animals captured by the demon Taoist Temple: some of them passively accept their fate and complain about the heavens and others; Some are willing to degenerate and indulge in wanton desires.

Chen Yi, who focuses on cultivation, has naturally become a freak in the eyes of everyone, he never communicates with people, and he never participates in the so-called carnival.

Movements.

All seem to be out of place with the pessimistic atmosphere that envelops all sides.

"Ahh

The sudden scream attracted the attention of countless people: I saw a withered old man with a lewd smile on his face, trying to pull a woman in red into his arms.

"Hey, fairy, I'm going to die soon, let's be happy with grandpa."

Under the old locust tree.

Chen Yi glanced at him slantedly, then became indifferent and continued to breathe in the aura.

Hovering on the edge of life and death all day long, such a high-pressure living environment, things like this naturally happen from time to time, and he has long been surprised and lazy to take care of it.

But as the woman's shouts became more and more poignant, Chen Yi, who was distraught, still couldn't help but get up, picked up the wooden stick on the ground casually, and slammed it into the thin old man...

"Bang!"

The old man's head bloomed, blood splashed Chen Yi's body, and the world was quiet.

The stick is thrown back into place.

Chen Yi glanced lightly, directly grabbed the sleeve of the woman in red, tore off a corner vigorously, wiped the blood stains on her body, and said lightly as if nothing had happened:

"He's very noisy, so I'll kill him, you can go and report me to that demon, but before that, I'll definitely pull your back, if you don't believe it, try it."

The audience was silent.

The filth on his clothes could not be wiped clean, Chen Yi impatiently flicked his fingers to burn off the fragments of his sleeves, sat down cross-legged, and returned to the previous appearance of Gujing Wubo.

The girl in red, who had escaped the fate of being defiled, hesitated for a moment, covered the placket of her clothes, cowered next to Chen Yi, squatted down, and timidly grabbed the corners of her clothes.

"Don't move, or you'll end up like him."

The indifferent sound came to her ears, and the woman nodded vigorously as if she had been pardoned...

New year.

Sure enough, no one denounced Chen Yi's evil deeds: as the so-called ants are still stealing life, who would risk dying without a whole body because of a dead person who is not related to him?

this year.

Chen Yi returned to building the foundation, well, once in the first life, once in reality, this is the third time he has built the foundation, the advantage is that the foundation is more and more stable, and the disadvantage is that it is extremely boring.

And the woman in red also got along day and night, relying more and more on Chen Yi.

"Senior, I have a small appetite, it's enough to eat steamed buns, minced meat... Here you go. ”

"Childe, I'm cold..."

"Chen Yi... Brother. ”

"Huh?"

"It's okay to practice hard, but you should also pay attention to the combination of work and rest... Look at the legs? ”

In the fifth year, the foundation was at its peak, and it was only one foot away from Jindan.

Chen Yi's cultivation speed gradually slowed down.

If you want to be fast, you can't reach it, and forcibly breaking through will only get twice the result with half the effort, and it will also lead to the realm of vanity, and the combat power will be greatly weakened: just like the demon path in the middle of the Jindan.

Although this person's realm is in the middle of Jindan, it is a whole big realm higher than Chen Yi, but if the latter does not love to fight and try his best to escape, he still can't do anything.

In other words.

In fact, Chen Yi already has the ability to escape now, but his sword intent does not allow him to retreat, otherwise, it will affect the path at best, and at worst, his cultivation will be completely wasted.

Since you have chosen the way of going against the dust.

Then there is only one road in front of him: go forward, kill all the enemies in the world, kill until no one dares to be respected, and from now on, the world will be invincible!

With a goal.

In the next few years, Chen Yi was conscientiously polishing the sword sea in the dantian.

Tenth year.

The Demon Dao stopped transporting newcomers to the Taoist Temple.

Estimating that it was enough for people and animals, and preparing other materials needed to cultivate evil arts, Chen Yi felt that the time was almost ripe to start breaking through the golden pill.

Late one night.

Chen Yi took his hand and stood between the moonlight, his lips and teeth swallowed, and the sword qi was surging like a sea, alarming the sleeping people, he turned a deaf ear and turned the sword cloud with the sword qi.

Then.

The sky was full of starry light, and a bunch of golden tassels fell from the sky and merged into Chen Yi's lower abdomen: the sword qi spiritual sea bred by the sword yuan boiled instantly, and then gradually condensed.

When it is combined as a golden sword element, the Jindan realm comes naturally.

The wind is surging in all directions.

The white-clothed Shengxue, the ink hair is flying, and the sword momentum is soaring into the sky, this scene falls into the eyes of the crowd below, just like the ancient immortals descending to earth, and the gods walking in the world...

Brother Jindan has been able to communicate with heaven and earth!

…

The demon path sensed the change and quickly galloped from the sky.

Looked at.

Everyone was sincerely frightened, and fled one after another, leaving only the woman in red who was at a loss, biting her thin lips and biting blood, stood unswervingly behind Chen Yi.

She wants to bet, bet on that demon Dao, not Chen Yi's opponent!

Chen Yi looked back at the woman.

The latter calmly met his gaze, the two looked at each other, and Chen Yi laughed loudly:

"The white bones are like mountains and forget the surname, nothing more than a son and red makeup, what is the spirit of a teenager? What is the Romance of the Ages? But the woman with red makeup, the sword cultivator, and..."

"A sword out of the dust, ten thousand bones wither!"

That moment.

White bones, among the mountains of blood and corpses, there is a white-clothed sword smile, a red-clothed depiction of the alluring city dance, a little sword light, and a demon Dao is seriously injured.

The storm changed suddenly.

A hot and cold temperature, along the blood hole in the chest of the demon path, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, spread wildly to his whole body, and the sword qi continued to strangle his soul body.

This moment.

The demon Dao, who has always shown people with a high-spirited attitude, showed a frightened and frightened look for the first time, and a terrible scream followed, startling the crows and birds of the 100,000 mountains.

The white crow is like a crow.

In the unbelievable gaze, the demon path that should have suppressed the turmoil with iron and blood fell straight to the ground, from beginning to end, there was no room to change hands.

He was dying, squirming his broken body, dying and struggling, crawling to the place little by little, the angry and invisible young man, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, begging bitterly:

"Master, let me go, there is someone above me, it is a powerful person in the Yuan Infant Realm, I am doing things for him, and he ordered me to catch people and animals, I can help you introduce them."

The sword fell.

Childe Jianxiu's voice was weak and ruthless, and it came far away, far away:

"No one is allowed above me."