Chapter 234: The Evil Sect Gathers

After saying that, the old man also had a faint flicker in his eyes, as if he remembered some past events, and he felt a little more emotion out of thin air.

I don't know how he feels, as if he is talking to someone, and as if he is talking to himself, he said: "There are three thousand avenues, only gods, immortals, demons, and demons are the best, and which of the four is more important, but it is difficult to compete."

If you don't have the original intention, you can't naturally cut the way.

What is the Tao? It can be a road or a journey. Fade to seek the way, do not break or stand, this is your calamity, but also your creation, if you can clear the clouds and mist to peek at its roots, you can stand the way!"

At this point, Fang Wenyuan's eyes flashed with thunder, his whole body trembled, and he actually resumed his actions, and said lightly: "The seniors summoned the souls of the juniors for no reason, is it just to preach and fail? Enlightenment? Establish the Dao? The words of the seniors don't mean that the death of my beloved is just a stepping stone on my way to find the way? Isn't it too ruthless and cold-blooded?"

A hint of appreciation flashed in the old man's eyes, and he laughed and said, "

The old man shook his head and smiled: "No, no, no! The old man is sending you a creation!"

Fang Wenyuan's face was indifferent, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a touch of vicissitudes and sorrow that could not be concealed. This deep look is a paralysis of life and death, and it is also a disregard for one's own life.

It is wisdom, with a sense of madness, to be able to give up one's life for one thing at any time, and there is nothing to love, maybe that's it.

Otherwise, with Fang Wenyuan's mind, how could he be so disrespectful to the old man in front of him. After all, a person who can easily summon his soul out of his body naturally has extraordinary skills.

And such a person often has a bit of a temper, Fang Wenyuan dares to be so disrespectful, naturally because he is bent on death. The root of all this is the blow caused to him by Su Qing's death.

He still sat upright and said, "The younger generation has seen it several times, but every time the person who sends me the creation will take something from me that I am not willing to give, as a price! Therefore, the seniors want to send the creation of the younger generation, but the younger generation does not want it!"

The old man stood up and smiled heartily, his beard and face covered by his messy hair made it difficult to see his joy and anger. After walking a few steps, he turned his back to Fang Wenyuan and said, "But the creation has already been given to you, and the old man can't take it back!"

Fang Wenyuan's eyes were cold, and he said a nonsensical word in a cold voice, "Can seniors understand the way of business?"

Hearing this, the old man's body was stunned, and he turned around in a little surprise, and said, "Oh?"

Fang Wenyuan also stood up, standing there proudly, with a touch of uninhibitedness, and said lightly: "The way of business, what you pay attention to is your love and my willingness, if not, then it is money to buy and sell, no different from the generation of chickens and dogs!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Fang Wenyuan to say such a thing, and he stroked his beard with one hand, and actually groaned for a while. A faint coercion quietly spread, and this not cheerful space became even more depressing.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of success, and he still stood upright, quietly waiting for a result. All he wanted to wait for was for the old man to get angry and then slap him to death.

Because, Fang Wenyuan had an obsession in his heart, before he asked the immortals, he vowed to find his parents, and now the obsession has not been solved. And the beloved has died, which makes him disheartened, so since he can't let go of his obsession, he borrows the hands of others to kill himself.

It's a pity that the people I met this time were different from the past, even if he said such a rebellious thing, the old man didn't get angry. Instead, he groaned for a while, and then flicked his sleeves and said, "Wonderful!

Then, he said: "You junior is a bit interesting, no one has ever compared me to a profiteer, do you think that I sent you this creation meeting to collect some price?"

Before Fang Wenyuan could speak, the old man walked up to him with great interest and said, "The way of business, the generation of chickens and dogs!

At this moment, Fang Wenyuan had a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to speak, but he was blocked by the old man, and said, "Your purpose, the old man knows it." ”

"Do you know that cultivating immortals and becoming enlightened is destined to be lonely, because not all cultivators have chances, and not all of them can hope for immortality. Therefore, this way of cultivating immortals, cultivating to the end, there are fewer and fewer people around you"

At this point, the old man's words lacked a trace of banter and frivolity, and a touch of heaviness, and said: "The Great Dao is lonely! Since you have already chosen to cultivate, why do you want to commit suicide?"

In a word, Fang Wenyuan's heart trembled, the avenue was lonely, maybe it was really like this, Yao Wu, Su Yu's face, and that smile were still vivid, but this day was just one day, but heaven and man were forever separated, yin and yang!

Opening his mouth, Fang Wenyuan was about to say something, but the old man raised his hand and said, "Go! My descendant of Lei Daozi can't commit suicide for a woman, if he doesn't break out of the world, he will be ashamed of a seven-foot man!"

The golden light sprinkled, and the huge immortal soul suddenly appeared behind Fang Wenyuan. The immortal soul with the same appearance as him, as always, maintained its majesty and coldness, it seemed, in the eyes of the immortal soul, the life and death of all beings, rolling red dust, are just passing clouds.

Hearing Lei Daozi, these three words, Fang Wenyuan was as quiet as water, and his heart was as solid as a dead pool, and there was a trace of touch.

However, the immortal soul behind him could not help it, and he stretched out a hand uncontrollably, grabbed him in the middle, and retreated backwards at an unheard-of speed.

Almost instantly, Fang Wenyuan saw the whole picture of the place where Fang Cai was, the ravines were vertical and horizontal, the purple sun was suspended, and the four bridges broke through the clouds, as if supporting the sky.

Nothing could shock Fang Wenyuan's soul more than this, here, he killed many people in order to fight for a creation.

Everything imprinted in his eyes had not had time to digest it, and under the howling wind, the picture turned again.

In the mountains and fields, dozens of small thatched huts are rising with bursts of cooking smoke, there are children playing at the door, and there are also old people sitting leisurely at the door.

When he saw this moment, Fang Wenyuan almost burst into tears, this is a small village in Xishan, where he has lived since he was a child, Lao Wei is buried on Xishan, and the grave is already barren and grassy, looking extremely lonely.

The hill at the entrance of the village, the hideous ravine, was like a scar in Fang Wenyuan's heart.

At this moment, Fang Wenyuan couldn't hold back any longer, his posture was crazy, and his white hair was waving, which seemed to be mixed with the chaos in his heart.

The wind flew past his ears, with a roar, hitting Fang Wenyuan's mind. I don't know how long it took, Fang Wenyuan finally quieted down.

No one knows how he felt in his heart, and no one can know how much struggle he had in his heart at that moment.

In a trance, Fang Wenyuan felt that the immortal soul was moving, and he didn't know where to go.

The black clouds were rolling, with a dull, monstrous aura mixed with the fishy smell of blood, which stimulated Fang Wenyuan, causing him to suddenly wake up from his trance and look around blankly.

The endless black clouds, the dull sound of drums, and the hunting sound of the wind blowing the flag are clear to the ears. But there is no breath of a living person, and no one speaks.

But on top of these clouds, there were people standing full, and everyone's eyes were all on Qingfeng Mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a little sunlight in Qingfeng Mountain, and from below, it looks like a hole has been poked out of the sky.

The golden sunlight also became gloomy outside, Fang Wenyuan looked incredulous, and muttered, "This is?"

Suddenly, a sound sounded like thunder, Fang Wenyuan followed the prestige, shrank in pain, and suddenly shouted: "Master!"

But the fairy turned a deaf ear and still clung to him.

Outside the gate of Feibozong Mountain, there was a mess, all the hills were razed to the ground, and three black-clothed men were besieging Sai Yueli. And the Feibo Sect's mountain guarding array was still running, and it had no intention of opening the door. Yue Li Zhenren also had no power for him to escape, so he could only live here, trapped and fighting.

The people on the clouds all looked at this scene with cold eyes, and one of them was the most eye-catching, or rather, these people were all blood-red clothes. It's just that there is one person among them, and the clothes are the most beautiful.

The man was lying on a bench, looking very lazy, with red rouge on his head.

This bench is carved in mahogany, the armrests are carved with dragon heads, and the inlaid gems are countless, showing the style of luxury and erosion.

And the appearance of this person is similar to the appearance of the blood demon descending from the blood demon clone, and the statue in it is three points similar, and the clothes are even more identical.

Seeing this, Fang Wenyuan suddenly came to his senses and exclaimed, "Blood Demon Sect!"

Then he struggled frantically, trying to break free from the hands of the immortal soul, and hissed: "Master, go quickly!"

However, I don't know what Lei Daozi did to him, which made him invisible and invisible to everyone present.

A delicate smile made Fang Wenyuan stunned, but he saw that the party surrounding Feibozong was all women, and they were wearing flowers and branches one by one.

The first thing to bear the brunt of is an incense cart, on which a woman lies with a jade pot in her hand, covered only with a thin layer of light veil, and her delicate body looms. But none of the men in the scene dared to look at her.

No, there was one exception, who was short and standing in the middle of another group of people. Rao is petite, but he can't cover his elegance.

There are coffins erected behind this person, the black paint looks calm, and the rich corpse aura makes people chill. This person has been staring at the incense car woman, and his eyes wander over her body wantonly.

At this point, Fang Wenyuan understood. The man in red must be the sect master of the Blood Demon Sect, and the woman in the incense car is the pavilion master of the Lanyue Pavilion, and the last person who accompanies the coffin is naturally the master of the Yunsha Sect.

Fang Wenyuan stopped struggling, and immediately turned around and yelled at the immortal soul, "Take me back!"

When he said to go back, he naturally returned to the secret realm of the Zhu family where his body was located.

The evil sects gathered, and Yue Lizhen was in danger.

Lei Daozi saw his heart clearly and knew his temperament, so he let him see this scene.

At this time, Fang Wenyuan categorically would not be passive anymore, let alone commit suicide.