In the depths of the 100,000 Mountains, the remains of an ancient and desolate temple.

A lonely figure stood silently in front of the dilapidated altar in front of the temple, silently looking at the mottled and dilapidated ruins everywhere, motionless.

His gray placket fluttered gently, as if he had spent countless years, staring at this place again.

The darkness is boundless, the sky is heavy, there is no light, only the ancient stone statue with a human body and a snake tail on the altar, still with a pair of cold eyes that have been dusted by the ruthless time, quietly looking at this world, from time to time there is a gloomy wind, from the only half of the dilapidated dome is left, roaring past, as if also confiding the harshness of the vicissitudes of time, let out a low sigh.

"Wa Shrine ......" I don't know how long it took, and the low whisper suddenly sounded in the dark.

The figure, slowly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the stone body of the statue that had been eroded by countless years of wind and frost, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a cold smile.

How many years have the ancients been insignificant, gods and humans have never seen each other again, and how many glorious and immortal legends have gradually become unrecognizable.

For thousands of years, you have stood here quietly, and what are you waiting for?

He was silent, quietly staring at the statue in front of him, his indifferent eyes, faintly a little blurred, a trace of loneliness, a trace of sadness, a trace of madness, and the rest were indescribably empty and ruthless.

The sound of footsteps, with an icy chill, sounded softly on the cold and terrible road outside, and stopped as he walked to the temple door.

The ghost looked at the thin-looking figure expressionlessly, and a trace of coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes, and then his slightly hoarse and low voice sounded in the darkness.

"I'm back......"

Although the voice was soft, it echoed between the desolate rock walls around it, and the aftermath was long, which seemed a little abrupt.

The figure in front of the statue moved, but he didn't look back, and said lightly: "Why is it so long?"

The demon stared at his back, did not speak, was silent for a moment, and then, stretched out the demonic arm from the wide black robe, and twelve demonic beads with a turbid body and intersecting blue and red slowly floated, emitting a faint red light, illuminating some places around.

An extremely thick bloody aura instantly permeated the surroundings.

"If you're in a little trouble, this is the Blood Soul Bead you want. The ghost said coldly, his palm moved lightly, and a cold yin wind blew up, and the twelve demonic pearls flew and floated, falling with this gust of wind on the grooves on the top of the twelve ancient stone pillars around the altar.

"Roar ......"

Darkness, a low roar, suddenly like thunder, boiling in this vicissitudes of life temple, the surrounding darkness instantly retreated, twelve o'clock red light rose, quickly enlarged in a blink of an eye, connected to each other in a line, like a tide of blood light, slowly flowing towards the center of the figure standing, converged at his feet, the entire temple floor lit up, the original pavement dust undulating stone slabs, with the smoke and dust dissipated, showing their true faces, on which are carved a mysterious and strange, like ancient totemic-like ancient spell seals, with the blood light connected, slowly forming an ancient magic circle。

The surrounding stone walls of tens of millions of years also began to shake at this moment, and large stones and small stones fell one after another, but almost without exception, when those gravels touched the light of the magic circle, they all turned into dust, and the thin figure stood on top of the magic circle, dressed in clothes, hunting in the wind, but as if he didn't care about the movements around him, he still stood there quietly, staring at the dilapidated statue.

The flickering dark red light, his figure also flickered with the light and dark, indescribably weird.

I don't know how long it took, the shaking around slowly quieted down, the howling wind stopped, the blood light faded away, and the darkness closed silently again, flooding the ancient temple, except for the faint glow of the top of the twelve stone pillars, and the clear and flawless white flame floating in the air in the heart of the great array, bringing some light, everything fell silent, like the eternal desolate silence.

I don't know, whose soul is the flame burning, the one who is bound by the light?

"Why don't you come in?" the faint voice sounded again.

The ghost was looking at the ray of light and flame in a daze, and when he heard this, his face changed slightly, and he forcibly suppressed the feeling of fear that rose faintly from his heart, and said in a deep voice: "This is the temple of my clan, and it is a forbidden place that cannot be desecrated in the hearts of every ancient witch clan. ”

The figure was silent for a moment before moving, slowly turned around, looked at him, chuckled, and said, "Is it the same for you, the Great Wizard of the Altar?"

The ghost's body shook, and he slowly looked up at the figure in front of him, his face twitched slightly, and the young man in front of him with clear eyebrows and eyes, no hair, and an old monk's robe, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at him coldly as if he was smiling.

This young man is none other than the ancient demon who recovered from his slumber and changed the color of Xuanmen Tan, but who would have thought that this demon, known as the "Witch Emperor", would be such a handsome and dusty young man?

"You...... When did you find out?" the demon said in a hissing voice after a long silence.

The young man's empty pupils looked at him, a bewitching cold smile appeared on his face, and he said lightly: "Do you think that if you cast a soul conjuring thaumaturgy here in the 100,000 Great Mountains, I won't be able to detect it?"

The body under the ghostly black robe, for some reason, suddenly began to tremble slightly, but it was suppressed by him for a moment, he looked at the young man, and said calmly: "You know, so what?"

The young man stared at him for a long time, shook his head, and suddenly said in a tone with a little more vicissitudes, "After so many years, you people still resolutely abide by the oath you made to that madman back then." ”

Hearing this, a trace of anger appeared in the ghostly eyes, and the ghost hand under the black robe subconsciously clenched a little, but at the young man's indifferent and ruthless eyes, his heart sank, and the trace of anger slowly faded, and he only said coldly: "The ancestral precepts cannot be violated." ”

The young man suddenly laughed and laughed, "Do you think I am wrong? You say, because love turns into hate, chaos of yin and yang, reversal of creation, she is not crazy, what is it? Then what am I?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, he turned his head indifferently, pointed to the statue of the god, looked terrible, and said sharply: "Your gods, if you know that your descendants have made an immortal monster!

"Boom!"

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and an incandescent electric light, like a lightning snake, opened its teeth and claws, cutting through the entire 100,000 mountains, and the instant electric light leaked out from the clouds, shining on the young man's handsome side face, it was indescribably hideous and terrifying.

The ghost was silent, and looked at the ancient stone statue on the altar in a daze, and in that moment, he clearly saw that on the stone statue that was originally full of dust, there was a place that had been caressed, revealing a few lines of vaguely visible vicissitudes of handwriting—

I have worried about the love and damage to the Brahmanic practice,

When you enter the mountains, you may not fall into the city.

The world is safe and perfect,

Live up to it.

The young man looked at him with a sneer, "Your so-called ancestral training is nothing more than her great realization when she was dying, and she regretted it so much that she instructed the people of your branch to kill me by all means." The young man's voice suddenly became a little excited, and slowly became louder, "If you can kill me, then come, what are you waiting for!"

He turned around and ignored the huge stone statue of Wa God in front of him, and his tone was vicissitudes and sadness, "In this world, who knows, I, a monster, don't care about anything, and my greatest hope is just to die!"

After a moment of silence, the young man's expression became more and more desolate, and he suddenly raised his head, and roared towards the gloomy sky that the dome could not cover, and roared:

"I've survived again and again to die!

"Are you satisfied, are you satisfied, are you satisfied, ......!!!are you satisfied?"

The echo was far away, as if it resounded in the entire 100,000 mountains, and in an instant, the endless mountains were all prostrate, and thousands of demons and monsters were frightened and quietly hibernated.

"Boom ——!!!" With another more blazing thunderstorm shook the world, the wind howled, and the majestic rain poured down from the sky, and the whole world instantly became confused.

In the dark, the ghost suddenly saw that there were raindrops falling on the face of the idol, sliding silently, like tears!

Thinking of the young man's words, this barbaric demon ancestor was stunned for a while.

The young man's face was indifferent, and he slowly walked to the heart of the circle, stretched out his hand, and slowly covered it with the clear and flawless incandescent flames, and then—

Kill it hard!

"Swastika!" a mantra Buddha seal lit up faintly from the young man's palm, silently enlarged, and then gradually faded into the darkness.

In the dark, an endless Sanskrit sound suddenly rose, accompanied by a low sigh, drifting away with the wind, and there was no trace.

The entire temple circle slowly lit up again, and a pure pillar of light that was incompatible with the surroundings rose from the heart of the circle, reflecting the four sides of the world, just like the light of the Buddha shining and the earth rejuvenated.

One hundred thousand mountains, a silence, countless voices, in the deepest depths of darkness and silence, quietly, sounded.

After sleeping for countless years, after the endless cold, whose heartbeat beats again in the darkness?

"Hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha, all living beings will cross, and you will prove Bodhi...... Ye Bodhi, you are me, and I am also you, just ......"

The young man half-closed his eyes and laughed softly, "The other you and me, my eyes have long been blind, you have to cross this world...... I'm going to destroy it. ”

The rain fell beside him, silently parting, as if even the wind and rain were afraid of it, and he didn't dare to leave half a trace on this young man who looked peaceful and dusty.

The ghost stood abruptly, silently looking at this crazy figure, for some reason, he suddenly remembered what he had seen on the sarcophagus where this person was sleeping, and I don't know which Wu ancestor carved those few epitaphs -

The light of the Buddha is dustless and dirtless, so it is pure and easy to stain.

The light of the Buddha is warm and warm, so it is fanatical and indifferent.

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