The brilliant illusion deceived people for so long that he finally deceived himself into it, so much so that he forgot that he had already reached the age of twilight.

"No, it's not me! You're lying to me! Of course my good apprentice will choose me! Of course I'm me!" Wen Yu's whole body was already in a state of collapse, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.

Looking at Wen Yu like this, Bai Lian already knew that he had smashed all the delusions and attachments in his heart.

He looked down at Wen Yu from afar, his gaze calm to almost cold: "Good and evil have fruits, sure enough...... Lying on the ground is more suitable for you. ”

The crazy and broken gaze met Bailian's absolutely calm eyes, and suddenly his whole body was shaken.

As if through thousands of rivers and mountains, a hundred years of time, he saw a familiar shadow, and suddenly a pair of eyes shrank to the size of a pinhole.

As if he had seen something that could never exist in the world, he shouted uncontrollably: "It's you! It's you! You're not Si Chen! You're ......."

Brian's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he was about to hear the second half of the sentence......

"Ahhhh!!!!h

It was interrupted by the desperate roar of Huang Kang from the upstream river.

The voice was poignant and helpless, like the unwilling roar of a wild beast on the verge of death.

The roar resounded through the mountains and forests, spreading far and quickly disappearing.

Wen Yu was stunned, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely shattered.

Lin Yuan looked at Bai Lian in a daze and let out a sigh, seeing that he rubbed the corners of his forehead, but he took out a three-meter-wide coffin board from the blue water raw jade.

The board was also painted with a dark gold fire-colored divine beast Vermilion Bird pattern, and he clenched the coffin board in his hand and said slowly in a low voice: "It's coming......"

Lin Yuan didn't understand at all: "What?"

"Demon tide!"

As soon as Huang Kang died, the demon wind chimes in his hands no longer had the blessing of spiritual power, and naturally the demon tide in this area would soon get out of control.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, !!Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

As if to confirm Brian's words, the demon tide that was originally just a stalemate and wandering away instantly lost control, sniffing blood and anger and hugging towards the three people in the center.

Wen Yu, who was lying on the ground unable to move, was instantly torn and swallowed by the demon beasts.

Bailian uses the coffin as a shield, and since this coffin plate can block the catastrophe of the Iris Sword, the natural defense is also extremely difficult to break through.

Just as he was about to resist the demon tide with the Qi Hui Qiushui Sword, the left hand holding the coffin board suddenly became moist and cold.

Looking at it strangely, he saw Lin Yuan covering his lips with his hands, his blue eyes full of tears and looking ahead in disbelief.

"Roar !!" An angry roar shook the earth, and it instantly covered up the crazy voice of the demon tide.

Then came the sound of flesh being torn apart.

Bailian's eyes trembled slightly, and he looked at Lin Yuan's sad and shocking gaze, and in an instant, something exploded under his chest.

He looked in shock at the figure among the demon beasts that was even more frantically killing than the monsters.

The whole body was wrapped in a thick ominous aura, like the most primitive beast tearing the surging demon beast into pieces of flesh and blood.

A golden brocade robe had long been stained red by the filthy demon blood, and the head that clearly hung on the neck was about to crumble under the bite of the demon beast, but it was only supported by the stitched black thread between the neck.

The gray nails broke through one demon beast after another, and as if he never knew how to be tired, he stubbornly and clumsily guarded Lin Yuan and Brian's body.

His back was not stained with blood, as if it was an impassable forbidden place for this group of demon beasts.

Unable to speak, only to let out a ghostly roar.

Baili Anxin set off a stormy wave, and read out the person's name in a hoarse voice: "Lin ...... Return to the wall. ”

......

......

In a very short period of time, Mencius Fei squeezed out all the potential power in his body, transferred all his spiritual power to his legs, and shuttled through the mountains and forests, with constant afterimages.

Finally, he stopped in a valley and looked faintly at the man who stood on the lake in the valley, playing chess alone.

The man was using the curtain of water as a plate, and the brook as a son.

Playing chess alone, as if all the cruel deeds that happened in the mountains had nothing to do with him.

I saw him raise his finger lightly, and his demeanor was indescribably chic and freehand.

A round stone from the bottom of the lake swished out of the water on its own, and came to the man's fingers and rubbed lightly, as if considering where to go next.

Mencius Fei's muscles were tense, and he looked at the person in front of him with a gloomy face.

I saw that he was wearing a dark purple robe on top and bottom, and his figure was as slender as a bamboo.

It was the figure of a man, but his face was covered with a metal ghost face, and he couldn't see the specific face.

But Mencius was very sure that the chess game in front of that man was an important technique to control the two puppets of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.

Just destroy ...... Those two are not to be afraid!

"You can't destroy it. ”

A faint and clear man's voice came from under the ghost mask, and the tone was indescribably warm and confident, but it could make people feel like they were cold all over their bodies and saw through people's hearts.

But this chic and indifferent, strategizing demeanor only lasted for a moment.

The two chess pieces in the water curtain chessboard in front of him suddenly exploded, and a powerful force spread out of control at the moment of the explosion.

With a bang, the entire water curtain was shattered into dripping water beads and splashed into the lake.

The purple-robed man threw and maintained a chic clip.

It's just that Mencius didn't clearly catch that his fingers were momentarily stiff when the water curtain dispersed.

As soon as he confidently said that no one could destroy the chess game he had laid out, as soon as the words fell, the chessboard collapsed directly without giving face.

Mencius looked at the purple-robed man standing on the surface of the lake with a nervous and very funny mood, and wanted to ask if this guy was embarrassed or not.

"Well, I underestimated that little ghost, who was able to destroy the two puppets of this seat so completely. ”

The purple-robed man's tone did not change in the slightest, and even there was a slight unclear smile in his magnetic voice.

It's just that the stone in his fingertip inadvertently turned into gray powder.

He grinded his fingertips carefully, and a pair of clear eyes under the ghostly mask turned to Mencius's side.

The breath was calm and not hostile, and he said with a hint of abruptness: "Ahhh......h It turned out to be Meng Gongzi of Guangmeng City. ”

Mencius's pupils shrank violently, and he had been a monk for more than two hundred years.

The deceased in the mortal world has long since passed away, and he has long since abandoned his family business and devoted himself to the path of cultivation.

Although he has a lot of connections over the years, there are very few people who really know that he is from Guangmeng City!

He, a master of the Demon Sect, how did he pay so much attention to his little person.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

"As you can see, people of the Demon Sect. A low laugh came from under the mask: "Meng Gongzi doesn't have to be so nervous, this seat will not kill you, because you are very interesting and this seat is very interested, it would be a pity to kill him." ”