The wonderful illusion deceived people for too long, and finally deceived himself, so that he forgot that he had already reached his twilight age.
"No! This is not me! You lied to me! Of course my good disciple would choose me! Of course it's me!" Wen Yu was in a state of collapse, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing.
Looking at Wen Yu like this, Balian already knew that he had shattered all the delusions and attachments in his heart.
He looked down at Wen Yu from a distance, his eyes so calm that they were almost cold: "Both good and evil have consequences. Sure enough... lying on the ground and living a life is more suitable for you."
His crazy and collapsed eyes met Bailian's absolutely calm eyes, and he was suddenly shocked.
As if through thousands of rivers, thousands of mountains, and hundreds of years, he saw a familiar shadow, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
As if he saw something that absolutely could not exist in the world, he lost control and shouted: "It's you! It's you! You are not Si Chen! You are..."
Balian's eyes suddenly narrowed deeply, and when he was about to hear the second half of the sentence...
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"
He was interrupted by the desperate roar coming from Huang Kang in the upper river.
The sound was sad and helpless, just like the unwilling roar of a wild animal on the verge of death.
The roar resounded through the mountains and forests, spreading very far and disappearing very quickly.
Wen Yu was suddenly stunned, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely shattered.
Lin Yuan watched Bailian exhale in confusion, and saw him rubbing his forehead, but he took out a three-meter-wide coffin board from the jade.
There was also a pattern of the mythical beast Suzaku in the color of dark gold and fire on the board. He held the coffin board in his hand and whispered slowly: "It's coming..."
Lin Yuan didn't understand at all: "What?"
"Demon Tide!"
Once Huang Kang died, the demon-controlling wind chime in his hand no longer had the blessing of spiritual power. Naturally, the demon tide in this area would soon get out of control.
"Ho ho ho!!!"
As if to confirm what Balian said, the wave of demons that were just wandering in a stalemate instantly lost control, smelling blood and life, and surrounded the three people in the center.
Wen Yu, who was lying on the ground unable to move, was instantly torn apart and swallowed by the monsters.
Balian used the coffin as a shield. Since the coffin board could block the catastrophe of Yuanli Sword, the natural defense would be extremely difficult to break through.
Just as he was about to use Qi to return to the Qiu Shui Sword to resist the demonic tide, his left hand that controlled the coffin board suddenly felt moist and cold.
Strange looked sideways and saw Lin Yuan covering her lips with both hands, looking ahead in disbelief with her blue eyes full of tears.
"Roar!!!" A roar shook the sky and the earth, and it instantly covered up the crazy voice of the demon tide.
Then there was the endless sound of flesh being torn apart.
Balian's eyes trembled slightly, and he followed Lin Yuan's sad and shocked gaze, and instantly something exploded under his chest.
He looked in shock at the figures among the monsters who were killing more crazily than the monsters.
His whole body was wrapped in a thick ominous aura, like the most primitive beast tearing the incoming monster beast into pieces of flesh and blood.
The golden brocade robe had already been stained red by the dirty demon blood. It was clear that the head hanging around the neck was about to collapse under the bite of the demon beast, but it was only supported by the black suture between the neck.
His gray nails broke through one monster after another. As if he never knew how tired he was, he stubbornly and clumsily guarded Lin Yuan and Bai Lian.
There was no trace of blood stained on his back, as if it was an insurmountable forbidden area for these monster beasts.
Unable to speak, he could only roar like a ghost.
There was a turmoil in Bailian's heart, and she read out the person's name in a hoarse voice: "Lin... Guiyuan."
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Meng Zifei squeezed out all the potential power in his body in a very short period of time, transferred all his spiritual power to his legs, and shuttled through the mountains and forests, leaving endless afterimages.
Finally, he stopped in a valley and looked at the man standing on the lake in the valley, playing chess alone.
The man was using the water curtain as a plate and the stream rocks as a son.
Playing chess alone and leisurely, as if all the cruel deeds that happened in the mountains had nothing to do with him.
I saw him gently raising his fingers, his behavior indescribably free and carefree.
A round stone from the bottom of the lake jumped out of the water with a whooshing sound, and gently rubbed it between the man's fingers, as if he was considering where to move next.
Meng Zifei's muscles tensed up and he looked at the person in front of him gloomily.
I saw that he was covered in a deep purple robe, and his figure was as tall and slender as bamboo.
It has the shape of a man, but its face is covered with a metal ghost mask, and its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.
But Meng Zifei was very sure that the chess game in front of the man was an important technique for controlling the two puppets of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.
As long as they are destroyed...there is nothing to fear from those two people!
"You can't destroy it."
A faint and clear man's voice came from under the ghost mask. His tone was indescribably warm and confident, but it could still make people feel chilled and see through people's hearts.
But this chic, indifferent, and strategizing demeanor could not last more than a moment.
Two chess pieces on the water curtain chessboard in front of him suddenly exploded, and a powerful force spread out of control at the moment of the explosion.
The boom actually shook the entire water curtain into pitter-pattering water droplets, which splashed into the lake.
The purple-robed man threw the clip while maintaining a graceful movement.
However, Meng Zifei clearly caught the moment when his fingers stiffened when the water curtain dispersed.
He had just confidently said that no one could destroy the chess game he had laid out, but as soon as he finished speaking, the chessboard collapsed in a very humiliating way.
Meng Zifei looked at the purple-robed man standing on the lake with a nervous and amused look, and wanted to ask this guy if he was embarrassed.
"Huh? I underestimated that brat, he was able to destroy my two puppets so completely."
The purple-robed man's tone did not change at all, and there was even a faint smile in his magnetic voice.
But the pebble at his fingertips turned into gray powder inadvertently.
He rubbed his fingertips carefully, and a pair of clear eyes under the ghost mask turned towards Meng Zifei.
With a calm aura and no hostility, he nodded slightly and said with a hint of realization: "Ah...it turns out to be Mr. Meng from Guangmeng City."
Meng Zifei's pupils shrank violently. He had been practicing Taoism for more than two hundred years.
The old friend in the mortal world has passed away long ago. He has long given up his family fortune and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the path of cultivation.
Even though he has a wide network of connections over the years, there are very few people who really know that he is from Guangmeng City!
How could he, a master of the Demon Sect, pay so much attention to a small person like him?
"Who...are you?"
"As you can see, a member of the Demon Sect." A low laughter came from under the mask: "Mr. Meng, don't be so nervous, I won't kill you, because you are very interesting and I am very interested in killing you. It’s such a shame.”
