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Xu Chen stared into his eyes and said, "So it's not about changing the world at all." Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info you are just jealous of my family's mystery, you want to make yourself stronger, you want to defeat him, but you never can do it, until finally you fall into despair, so you simply want the whole world to be buried with you. ”

The old monk was slightly stunned, and then laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, and his free hand kept rubbing his shriveled abdomen, and said, "I will be jealous of a madman?"

Xu Chen didn't smile, looked at him calmly and said, "You are a madman yourself. ”

The old monk was silent, then sighed softly and said, "You're right, it's true that you're still a little jealous. Like me, there is no obstacle to Buddhism, Taoism and demons are cultivated, and you can become a great virtue wherever you go, and the great priest with the heaviest authority of the Demon Sect really doesn't have too many modest qualifications, I always thought that I was a peerless person who appeared once in a thousand years, but who would have thought that I would meet a guy who was even more incredible than me. ”

The old monk said with emotion: "I have even watched two volumes of heavenly books to understand the divine will of Haotian, if I don't want to be a dog and can be apocalyptic at any time, you say that a person like me is a genius of cultivation?"

Every time he heard this, Xu Chen's heart fluttered, thinking that he had never seen such a strong cultivator in his life, even Master Lu Yin, who could not be such a character if he was not a cultivation genius?

He said honestly: "You are truly a great person. ”

The old monk laughed at himself and said, "Then do you know how many exercises Xuanwei knows?"

Xu Chen was silent.

The old monk shook his head slowly and said, "He will only have one." ”

Xu Chen said in surprise: "One?"

The old monk said calmly: "Xuanwei can only make a sword, or a finger sword, from the very beginning of the wooden chip sword like a child fighting, to the last sword to break the sky, it is his finger sword. ”

Xu Chen looked at the mottled sword marks on the walls around the room, and wondered if Xuanwei could only use the Haoran Sword, then how could he arrange such a powerful formation and trap a figure like the old monk to death for decades?

The old monk seemed to be aware of the doubts in his and Duanmu Rong's hearts, and said with a smile: "You say that I am truly a master of all laws, then let me tell you that Xuanwei is the real one law and ten thousand laws, he can only make a sword in this life, but he can turn the sword intent into all the Dao methods in the world, and this is the case with the cage in this room." ”

A sword transforms into thousands of Dao methods in the world!

Xu Chen was shocked and speechless, thinking to himself how many years would it take him to cultivate this realm before he could touch it?

The old monk smiled and said, "When you meet such a person, you are actually really helpless. ”

"Xuan Weisheng is not as good-looking as me, the stupid donkey he rides is as good as my horse Shenjun, his feet are sweaty so he stinks when he takes off his shoes, but he likes to sit and pick his feet, he has a bad temper, just such a person, but the world only looks at him. When I travel side by side with him, the world sees only him, and no matter how many earth-shattering things I do, the world still sees him alone,"

The old monk smiled slightly, raised his left hand and made a single lotus mark on his chest, gently stroked the top of Ye Tong's head like a doting child, and continued: "I want to do something earth-shattering, there is indeed a reason to be jealous of him, but it is fundamentally because I want to find a way to the other side, and no matter what, he has always stopped in front of me, so I must think of a way to let him die." ”

"But the conspiracy you weaved was still seen through by him. Xu Chen said.

The old monk said with emotion: "I always think that I can always kill him by gathering the power of the Demon Sect, and I am even a little happy to be happy with his arrival, ready to meet his death." ”

"I hadn't fought against Xuan Wei before that, I knew he was strong, but I always thought that you were the strongest in the world, but I still didn't expect him to be so strong. ”

The old monk said indifferently: "Because he is strong, he wins." This kind of truth is very acceptable to the people in our Demon Sect, and I can accept it if I lose to him, even if he kills me with a sword, I have no complaints, but he shouldn't not kill me. ”

"He shouldn't have killed me!"

The old monk's withered cheeks suddenly distorted, his deep eyes spewed resentment like ghost fire, and his hoarse voice seemed to come from the underworld, and he shouted bitterly: "He ruined my lifelong cultivation, threw me in this dark room, sealed all the heaven and earth vitality with my most proud cage, and suppressed me like a monster in this place where there is no blue sky for the rest of my life! Let me bear eternal loneliness and despair!"

"Who can endure decades of isolation and loneliness? Do you know the despair of looking at the light outside the temple every day and counting the days but never counting? Do you know what a terrible punishment it is to be able to look at these four walls for decades? Do you know that when you stay alone for a long time, even silence becomes the most terrible torture?"

The old monk stared at Xu Chen's face viciously, as if looking at the face of the person back then, his breathing became extremely rapid because of excitement, and his voice became more and more poignant and gloomy, just like his mood at that time and at this time.

"Absolute silence, no sound, no ants crawling, no leaves shaking, nothing, and finally you want to hear the sound too much, your eardrums will become extremely sharp, you can even hear the sound of those corpses decomposing around you, and the sound of those rotting corpses exploding into your ears is like a thunderbolt!"

The old monk's mournful voice vibrated back and forth in the quiet room, like countless continuous thunderbolts.

"The corpses in the room are all decomposed, or turned into dried corpses, so that there are no more sounds, and the sounds that made you sick one moment are the best things in your memories the next, you know that?"

"At the end of the day, you can even hear your own blood running in your veins, you can hear your muscles losing moisture and deforming, you can hear your stomach pouches drying up, and your intestines sticking together and tearing, it's amazing, right? If you listen to it for a long time, you'll definitely want to vomit, but the problem is that you can't vomit. ”

The old monk's eyes lost all their luster, numb as a stone statue, recalling these decades of cruel life, and muttered: "No matter how powerful a cultivator is, you can't completely stop drinking and eating, you need to eat something, even if it's something that is difficult to eat, if you spit out the food, then you will die." ”

The old monk suddenly shouted in a screaming voice: "I know that this way of living is more cruel than death, when I was imprisoned here by Xuanwei, I should have committed suicide, but this seemingly rough guy has a more insidious mind than the devil, he knows that since I was greedy for life for a moment, then I will never be willing to die! He is the real devil!"

Xu Chen was silent for a moment and then asked, "For decades, what kind of food have you relied on to survive?"

The mountain of bones under the old monk has an old body that has been dried by the dry breeze, and there are white bones.

Xu Chen's gaze fell on it, and he couldn't help frowning.

Duanmu Rong followed his gaze and found that there were a lot of bone chips under the bone corpse mountain, and those bone chips seemed to be traces left by the beast's gnawing, and suddenly she understood something, her body suddenly stiffened, and her face was extremely pale.

Looking at the reaction of the two people, the old monk laughed loudly, the laughter was poignant and sharp, like a sad old ghost crying with resentment, the drooping skin on his face was wrinkled in one place, as if he was really crying, but probably because of the serious lack of water in the body, the tears squeezed out of the corners of the old man's eyes were as muddy as stone milk.

Looking at the old cloudy eyes, listening to such heart-rending crazy crying and laughing, thinking of the days when the old monk was imprisoned in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate for decades and was worse than death, even the hardest hearted person was afraid that he would also have a sour sense of sympathy, but Xu Chen had no such feelings at all, looked at the old monk and said: "Sympathy is something that can't be begged." ”

The old monk's maniacal laughter gradually stopped, and his eyes looked at his face like ghostly fire.

Xu Chen tilted his head to look at the stone wall, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Probably because I encountered too many dangers when I was a child, I am a very insecure person, and I always like to think about what if something happens to me when I have nothing to do?"

He retracted his gaze and looked at the old monk, smiled and said, "Now that I think about your past few decades, I find that Xuan Wei is really a genius who can understand all laws, even if he tortures people, he is so talented." I won't sympathize with you, I'll learn this method, I just hope I won't use it in the future. ”

The old monk didn't know who Sang Sang was, Duanmu Rong knew, and she glanced at Xu Chen.

The old monk smiled and didn't say anything, the previous series of questions had already relieved his resentment that had accumulated for decades, and he now had more important things to do.

He slowly lowered his head, and gently moved his withered lips to the girl under his palm.

Ye Tong looked at the old monk coldly, but he couldn't help but have some small protrusions of fear on his naked skin, watching himself being torn into pieces and slowly eaten, no one could completely dispel the fear in his heart.

In the silent darkness of the room, there was a crisp choking sound.

Xu Chen pulled out the saber behind his back, and his knees flicked suddenly, like a fierce tiger lurking in the long grass overnight and finally catching the weakness of its prey, and suddenly pounced on the old monk in the bone mountain.

In mid-air, a cold sword light sprayed over like a torrential rain.

He and Duanmu Rong were controlled by the old monk at a glance, Zhihai was seriously injured, and his consciousness could not control any part of his body, but for some reason he overcame this obstacle and forcibly controlled his body, and at this time, the old monk was bowing his head and preparing to gnaw on Ye Tong's flesh and blood, and he should not be able to pay attention to his movements, which was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.

When the old monk saw the light of the knife in his afterglow, the saber in Xu Chen's hand was only half a foot away from his neck, no matter from which angle he looked at it, he could no longer prevent the arrival of death.

However, the afterglow was still the gaze, and the old monk saw the light of the spatula, and his heart moved.

There is nothing in the world that is more rapid than the mind.

A spiritual power that was not powerful but mellow to the extreme was diffused from the old monk's gaze, and countless white bones in the bone corpse mountain flew up in response to the qi machine, and a thick leg bone blocked in front of the snow bright sword light!

This pure white thick leg bone, I don't know which Demon Sect powerhouse is the remnant of the year, the soul has long been lost but the strength is still there, and it collided violently with the sword, and a huge gap appeared, but it was not disconnected!

He couldn't even confront the bone directly controlled by the old monk's spiritual power!

Xu Chen snorted, and the huge force from the blade directly broke his wrist, and his body flew backwards violently, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth in mid-air.

In the mountain of bones, those white root debris inspired by the spiritual power of the old monk were tightly embellished, crackling and hitting his body, as if it was a storm, and in an instant, he suffered hundreds of thousands of heavy blows, blood kept gushing, and the bones on his body did not know how many were broken.

With a snap, Xu Chen fell to the ground heavily, and another mouthful of blood sprayed on the placket of his clothes, but fortunately, the storm composed of white bones fell to the ground without attacking again.

A steady stream of pain came from all over his body, as if all the bones were broken, Xu Chen frowned, and stabbed with his saber to stand up, but after all, he couldn't resist the injuries in his body, and knelt heavily on one knee.

The old monk's face was pale, his cheeks were sunken, his pupils were full of light, and his body shook slightly, it was obvious that in order to deal with Xu Chen's sneak attack, he had also paid a great price, and the strength accumulated for decades and the previous mouthful of blood food were forced to be consumed, but no matter how weak he was, his palm still controlled Ye Tong tightly.