How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy and self-love! The dream of the old country is returned, and I feel that I am in tears. Who is on the high-rise building? The past is empty, and it is still like a dream.

The sky is full of stars, the full moon is in the sky, and there are occasionally many flowing clouds covering the figure of the full moon. In the silent mountains and forests, the mountain breeze caresses, and the mountains and forests do not play magical music.

Halfway up a mountain, a bonfire burned, and two figures sat beside it. A man wearing a black robe, with wisps of dragon patterns carved on the robe, shining strangely in the firelight, the man looked grim, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

Next to him was an old man in a gray robe, the gray robe covered the entire body, and only the intricate inscription was carved on the chest of the gray robe, and there was no pattern depicted elsewhere. The old man held a slender sword in his hand and cautiously took care of the black-robed man in front of him.

The two of them were none other than Wei Wuji, the sect leader of the Spirit Devouring Sect, and the evil heart of the Heavenly Evil Sect.

Looking at Wei Wuji, who was frowning, this Heavenly Evil Sect Elder who had experienced the prosperity of the world but had also been prosperous recently, asked cautiously, "What is Sect Master Wei's worries?"

The black-robed Wei Wuji shook his head slightly when he heard this, then looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, and said lightly: "There's nothing to worry about, everything is in the plan." The fate of the Yindu Ghost Sect is destined to be changed by no one, and many righteous people may push it forward, but I am afraid that even the resourceful Lu Xiucai is helpless, and the ghost is destined to go out of the mountain. ”

"Why is the sect master still worried?" the gray-robed old man asked with still puzzled.

"It's nothing, I always feel like there's something wrong. The Sword Forge Villa was understandably strange, but a few teenagers in this mountain were completely out of control, and such a thing should not have happened. The news just came that they had missed again. ”

The black-robed man said lightly, the black jade seal in his hand exuding a faint light.

The existence of the dragon among the masters who can be counted as the master of the scheming city and government can be regarded as a frequent miss, it is really a great thing. It's just that the gray-robed old man is also strange, he has seen three teenagers in Shennong Valley, and there is no magic, but he can always escape the pursuit of the Heavenly Evil Sect, and now he can escape this person's plan, which does reveal a faint eccentricity.

The mountain breeze caressed it, and the bonfire kept swaying, and the burning became more and more violent. There was suddenly a man who looked like a Confucian on the bonfire, with a slender figure, a handsome face, a smiling expression, and a small embroidered knife hanging from his waist, which was really elegant and chic.

This person is Shangguan Yunfeng, who left not long ago, known as Bai Xiaosheng.

The gray-robed old man cautiously stared at the uninvited guest in front of him, his dry hand grasping the slender hilt of the sword, and the black-robed man shook his head slightly, as if he was very helpless.

"Aren't you afraid of me doing it, you have to know that I have a very bad relationship with your halfway master, because he and I have become what we are now. The black-robed man said lightly, but there was no vitality fluctuation in his body.

"Then you can settle accounts with my master, although I am his disciple, I can't do everything for him. And I guess you won't make a move, if you do, my junior brother will come in a while, and you can only watch him leave. ”

The Confucian man shook his head slightly, gently took off the barbecue on the bonfire, and said slowly.

"That stupid little monk is your junior brother?" said the gray-robed man in slight surprise.

"Yes, it is estimated that he is also an apprentice who was snatched from someone else halfway, and you know my master's temperament. The man who looked like a Confucian said lightly, took out a simple cyan gourd from his waist, and poured it into his mouth slightly.

"No wonder I always get him out of my plans. But looking at you, it seems that you have been in the dust all the way, are you really not afraid of my move?" the black-robed man asked lightly.

Hurrying all the way, the vitality of the man who looks like a Confucian has already been consumed, if the man in the black robe makes a move, I am afraid that it will not take too much time and strength.

"If of course I'm afraid, I still understand the truth that a gentleman doesn't stand under the wall, and I guess it's time to arrive. ”

The man who looked like a Confucian said lightly, and at the same time got up and looked into the distance.

"Don't look at it, he's already here. The black-robed man said slightly angrily.

I saw that there was a sloppy monk next to the fire again, with the scar of the ordination on his bright head, and the clothes on his body were tattered, not like the monk's robe on the monk's body, but more like the Taoist robe, holding a purple gourd in his hand, gently pouring it into his mouth.

"Taoist Heavenly Sect Xuandao person?" the black-robed man asked with a slightly different expression.

"You can also call me a mad monk. Xuan Daoren stared at the black-robed man in front of him calmly and said.

"Okay, don't you hate me, hate the junior brother who is now the sect master of the Heavenly Sect?" the black-robed man regained his composure and asked with interest.

Thousands of years ago, it was the plan of the black-robed man in front of him that led to the ending where he is now down, losing his position as the sect leader of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, not to mention losing his beloved woman, and even joining Buddhism halfway, which made the world's cultivators laugh.

"Hate? Do you think you can still run amok? With your current skin, you can try. ”

The Xuandao man smiled slightly, a blue and yellow light appeared behind him, and a heavy coercion exuded from his body.

The black-robed man's body was a little illusory, and the black jade seal in his hand instantly merged into the illusory figure, and the illusory figure was only a little condensed.

"I can't imagine that the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism are actually fused together by you, but I'm afraid that only a madman from a thousand years ago can do this. ”

The black-robed man's face was full of surprise, but he did not have the slightest fear, and said lightly.

"If you want to try it, Poor Dao is with you. Xuan Daoren said lightly, his eyes staring at the black-robed man in front of him.

"Since there are two of them, Wei will stop. It's just that Wei is not afraid of the two, but the two may have to be returned soon. The black-robed man said lightly.

Xuandaoren's face was deep when he heard this, and he kept pinching his fingers in his hand to calculate, and soon sighed slightly, Heavenly Dao reincarnation, some things can't escape the word fate after all.

Wei Wuji, who was dressed in a black robe, slowly got up and looked at the temple on the mountain in the distance, and said with pity: "I didn't expect it to be his disciple, and I almost succeeded in that way." ”

After speaking, he walked towards the distance with the evil heart in gray clothes, and said in his mouth: "Take care of the two, you might as well rest more if you can rest, I'm afraid it won't be so easy in the future." ”

When the man with the appearance of Confucianism heard this, his eyes were on one side, and the distance of vitality in his whole body surged, and countless scenes in his eyes passed by in an instant like ten thousand horses galloping. The man's expression changed greatly, and he got up and saluted the Xuandao people and said, "Say goodbye here, and see you again." ”

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

The Xuandao people were not surprised, in the deduction just now, the Confucian Haoran Sect was only afraid that there would be changes, but the time was a little later. I don't know if the black-robed man had a premeditated plan, or by chance, now he has to rush to the Taoist Heavenly Sect, otherwise he is afraid that the 10,000-year-old Dao system will be destroyed in an instant.

The night was deep, and the bright runes of the sky shone like fire on the earth.

Seeing the four silver corpses disappear without a trace, Elder Liu of the Imperial Corpse Sect felt a heartache. The root of this Imperial Corpse Sect is this invulnerable corpse, and the grades are divided according to the color of the corpse.

The golden corpse is the most powerful, it is enough to guard a character in life, calling for wind and rain, and the body will undergo abnormal changes after death, if it is a coincidence, refining into a golden corpse, whether it is lethal or defense, it is extremely terrifying.

The silver corpse is also extremely precious, it is an elder-level existence in a sect, but the refining conditions are relatively easy, but the cultivation and preservation have passed.

Bronze corpses are the most ordinary, and ordinary monks can refine them, but in addition to being fearless of death and invulnerable, their combat power is no different from that of ordinary monks.

Now that he has lost four silver corpses, but he has found nothing, Elder Liu should be truly distressed.

It seems that the seal in front of him has long been loosened, and it is not too long before it is broken.

The man holding the folding fan watched with satisfaction as black light continued to spread outward from the stone tablet, and said lightly to everyone: "Our agreement ends here, and the things you ask for will be delivered to your sect in the near future." ”

Hearing this, the black-robed Elder Liu's eyes changed slightly, and he turned around and quickly left somewhere. The face of the woman in red also changed slightly, and a cluster of gorgeous flowers in her hand quickly withered, and the woman in green appeared beside her and quickly left in the other direction.

Only the purple-clad Blood Sect man didn't care, waved his hand slightly, and slowly left into the distance.

"I want to get something from my Spirit Eater without paying a price, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world. The man holding the folding fan sneered.

After speaking, the man's figure gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Not long after the man holding the folding fan left, the figure of the sect master of the Yindu Ghost Sect appeared on the surface of the lake, dressed in a silver robe, staring at the soul stele in the distance with an expressionless face.

Then came a young Taoist, tall, slightly bent over, a Taoist robe that had long been washed and white, and the cloth shoes under his feet, although tattered, were spotless.

Looking at the quaint stone tablet in front of him, he said lightly: "I'm afraid that it will be completely unsealed soon." ”

After speaking, he sat casually aside, with an extra pot of wine in his hand, and drank it by himself.

Soon the first Zen monk of the Hanging Bitter Temple, Wu Chan, also came, just looked at the loose stone tablet, and the expressionless ghost sect master, who was standing aside.

"Little monk, what are you doing here? Why don't you go after the elder of the Imperial Corpse Sect, don't you want to save your senior uncle who has corpse poison in his body?" said the Taoist who was drinking wine on the side.

Hearing this, the little monk was slightly shocked, but he just looked at the black light and shadow that kept gushing out, and he was uncertain in his heart.

"Don't look at it, you can't help here. The Taoist on the side sneered.

The little monk of Wuzen clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and then flashed and chased in the direction where Elder Liu of the Imperial Corpse Sect left.

The Ghost Sect Master in the sky, with his silver robe floating in the wind, looked down slightly at the Taoist under him, and then looked at the quaint Soul Suppression Monument again.

Soon, the Confucian Wen Ting, the young owner of the Sword Casting Villa and others arrived one after another, and the Confucian Wen Ting man chased after the Blood Sect man. There was only a pair of women from the Heavenly Evil Sect, and no one followed.

The two women kept hurrying forward, not caring about the loss of vitality, and the woman in red was full of faint uneasiness in her heart.

But it didn't take long for the two to stop.

It's not that I'm tired, but that there are people in the way.

A man and a woman stood in the middle of the road, the man had a hideous face, his feet were floating in the air strangely, he was dressed in purple and black clothes, and he held two moon-shaped scimitars in his hands.

The woman has a graceful posture, a delicate face, a fair complexion, a pale pink shirt covering the spring sun, and a layer of white light veil on her face, only a pair of bright eyes are exposed.

The two of them were the impermanence ghost envoy brothers and sisters who left the temple and hurried back.