Wen Fu has always felt that he was an extra in the Supreme Sect, or to put it too much, he was probably a person who took advantage of his kindness and repaid his kindness.
Relying on the family's vast amount of spiritual stones, he was able to enter the first sect in Zhongzhou that no one else could squeeze in.
What the world said the most was that the Supreme Sect was a sect where geniuses gathered. Later, it became a sect where only geniuses could not join the Supreme Sect.
The Supreme Sect has become a place that is beyond the reach of all monks. Even if the monks in the sect die young, they will be sighed and said that the heaven is jealous of their talents. No matter how young the monk is, he must have left a lasting legacy in the world of enlightenment before his death. One stroke.
Before Wen Fu entered the Supreme Sect, he knew that the people in the Supreme Sect were born to be top-notch.
Even though he acted absurdly and often borrowed money, the swordsman who was sponsored by his father at auctions was once the best swordsman in the world.
Therefore, when he learned that he could enter the Supreme Sect, it only took a few days for him to go from being overjoyed at first to feeling frightened and feeling unworthy.
On the first day Wen Fu entered the sect, he met with his master. At that time, Lin Tuan was training the next leader. When he arrived at the gate of the sect, the swordsman who had previously praised Haikou in front of Wen Fu's father suddenly hesitated. Pacing, rubbing his hands, and finally holding the sword, he stopped Wen Fu.
Wen Fu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the senior had temporarily regretted it, but he heard the senior sword cultivator talking about how busy the master was now, and that when he saw him, he must be careful with his words and deeds, and be careful not to cause trouble to the master, so as not to ...Lest he be kicked out with both men and swords.
Later, Wen Fu learned that the senior was not referring to him being kicked out, but the senior himself being kicked out.
When he met the leader who agreed to accept him as his disciple, Wen Fu's repeated assumptions about the sect fell into place.
Lin Tuan didn't have any tired or busy look. She wore the simplest bun. Only the lotus crown she wore could tell her identity as the head of the family at a glance. She also looked kindly to him, checked his qualifications personally, and gave him He cultivated his mind appropriately, patiently asked about his strengths and preferences, and also made arrangements to introduce him to the sect's seniors.
It's a pity that Lin Tuan didn't call his senior brother. Instead, a tall female cultivator came. She was full of energy and looked like the master in every gesture, but she was sharper than the master. Her clothes were more dazzling than the master. The leader also looks like a powerful person today.
Wen Fu had done his homework before leaving, and he guessed that this person was probably the legendary Senior Sister Feng Chao.
Lin Tuan was a little surprised, "Where is your second junior brother?"
"I haven't sobered up yet, so I'm here." Feng Chao smiled, "Master, you don't know that Cang Li has such a temper that he will never take care of a child again."
Lin Tuan shook his head, "You can talk about him later."
Feng Chao was still smiling, as if his mood hadn't changed, "He's hundreds of years old. He doesn't know anything. He just doesn't want to do it. If he keeps pushing for a while, he might not even turn on the stove."
Wen Fu looked at it and felt that this sect was a bit strange.
The strange thing is that the two people I met were different from what I expected.
Feng Chao is a Dharma cultivator, and rarely competes outside. Apart from entering the Qingyun Ranking and the Chongxiao Ranking, few deeds have been reported. I thought he was a hermit who devoted himself to cultivating Taoism, but I didn't expect that he looked neat and glorious, and he was not unworldly. Things are happening, and they look like they are indifferent to the world.
"This is the new junior brother, right? Should I take him away first?" Feng Chao said and looked at Wen Fu with a natural kindness that made Wen Fu feel a little dazed.
As soon as the two turned around, they saw a figure standing at the door.
The man was facing the light and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only feel that the man was tall and blocked a large area of sunlight that shone into the door. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression, heavy and cold, like a piece of cold iron.
Wenfu quickly went through it in his mind and guessed that this was his other senior brother.
He was born into a merchant family. Others said that the Wen family had a pair of snobbish eyes and kind hearts. They never misjudged anyone or saved anyone.
This senior brother is said to be the number one in the Qingyun Ranking, and is said to be the most proud disciple of the leader. He personally taught and raised him. He seems to be a taciturn and reserved person. But when I look at it today, it is not that he is taciturn, but he has an evil aura that avoids strangers. Like a wolf preparing to hunt in the dark.
Wen Fu was keenly aware that this person's bad mood and malice were all caused by him, and then he realized that a top genius naturally looked down on him for relying on money to enter the sect, and even worshiped the same powerful man. The people sitting down.
Outside the world, geniuses are different from others, but in the Supreme Sect, he is the only one who is different.
He could only raise a smile and show this senior brother an expression that was not as flattering as possible. Unfortunately, he was raised fat by his family. He had been fed countless exotic treasures and nourishing food since he was a child. Unlike the warrior statue, Cook, his smile always looks like a cup of white grease.
"Wen Fu has met Senior Brother Hou Cang."
Hou Cang just glanced at him lightly and did not speak to him. Instead, he walked past him and entered the room familiarly, "Master, do you want to teach him personally? You should be busy with the integration and sealing of the inner treasury recently. Uncle Master will be busy with you." What are you doing to cause trouble..."
"Hou Cang." Lin Tuan interrupted him, "He and I have a master-disciple relationship. It is destiny. That child is very good, smart and polite. You can get along well with each other, learn from each other, and help each other."
Hou Cang frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied, and finally looked back under Lin Tuan's calm but majestic eyes, and met Wen Fu's eyes.
At that moment, Wen Fu saw Hou Cang's face clearly. It was a face that people would look at twice when passing through the world of mortals. But there was a condescending contempt in his eyes, as if he wanted to trample people under his feet, or ...It was like completely making him disappear.
This is how a person standing on the top of a peak looks down at the people just starting to climb up the mountain.
For a moment, Wen Fu felt a surge of blood rushing to his scalp. The blood was so hot that he almost sweated. In an instant, the blood fell down his neck and spine, and his back felt as cold as needles.
Only later did he realize that it was a deliberate and innocuous sword wind, not sharp, just a show of force from his senior brother.
That sword wind didn't wipe away any of his sharpness, but it scraped off a harmless layer of his attempt to be thoughtful and correct, and made him have a solid idea.
One day, he will stand on the top of the mountain and watch with cold eyes the turbulent world of mortals, controlling people invisible in a single thought.
He wants extreme strength.
For something like strength, if you don't have talent, you may not be able to make up for it with other things.
For example, his parents, both of whom were not very talented, carefully filled in many elixirs from the time when his mother was pregnant to when he was born. Finally, Wen Fu was born with a sufficient spiritual root. It was not as good as the full spiritual root, but it was infinitely close. .
The Wen family paid a high price for the spiritual root-cleansing elixir, which washed away his conflicting spiritual roots and retained his best spiritual root. If he did not join the Supreme Sect, the neighboring sects could probably get it directly. Personal disciple Dangdang.
As long as he has money and can find those secrets, there is always a way for him to surpass the so-called first genius.
Human power is not invincible.
Wenfu's life in the Supreme Sect was not difficult. Except for Hou Cang's displeasure with him and no matter how he tried to get close to him, to no avail, he stopped being persistent and turned his mind to cultivation.
Lin Tuan was indeed busy with work, and Cang Li had a good temper. She smiled when she saw him, but she was unwilling to take care of the child. Only Feng Chao would teach him carefully and take him to get to know the entire Supreme Sect.
Wenfu thinks that the Supreme Sect is quite good, but it has nothing to do with the half-immortal figure rumored by the outside world. They sow in spring and harvest in autumn, and they have to repair their own houses.
When I wrote a letter to my father, my father said that the first sect always has the right to be the first sect. The family spent a lot of money to send him in, and he will definitely be the first to stand out. He must study hard so that he can be supported in the future. family.
Wenfu read the letters home and never took the initiative to send a letter again.
Yes, his parents spent a lot of money to send him in, and he is destined to repay his parents.
With the addition of secular filial piety and external public opinion, Wen Fu felt as if two iron weights had been stuffed into his heart.
Whenever Hou Cang saw him in Lintuan's main hall, his attitude was even worse. He asked him why he didn't lose any weight if he practiced hard every day. He was always punished by Lintuan to kneel to pray, but this senior brother never restrained himself. two.
Only Feng Chao smiled and gave him food every day, saying that Wenfu was the blessing that came from the Supreme Sect, and he couldn't let him lose weight due to hunger.
Wen Fu also smiled and slapped his chest and swore, "Of course, my name is Wen Fu. I am the blessing of blessings, and I happen to be ranked eighth. I will definitely be able to make the Supreme Sect flourish. There is no need for the second and third senior brothers to be busy repairing the sect every day. With the things inside, when the time comes, the sect will no longer live a tight life."
Feng Chao just laughed when he heard this and gave him another chicken drumstick.
Most of the people in the sect were busy, except for the senior sister who taught him, and the seventh senior sister Feng Yi who was closest in age to him.
Feng Yi and Wen Fu were about the same age, but she was young and mature, with a dignity of her own. She couldn't bear to see Wen Fu being squeezed into a pile by Hou Cang. She often grabbed his collar and told him to hold his head high and not be timid.
The second senior brother Cang Li occasionally saw that he was in a bad mood, so he used the excuse that it was not elegant to practice without being heard, so he took him to listen to him practice every now and then.
Later, Wen Fu learned that each piece of music played by Yue Xiu had different curative effects, and the music that Cang Li often played for him was to soothe the liver and relieve depression.
But by the time he realized it, he had already been cheating his own death and running away for a long time.
At that time, he was in the desert, listening to the melodious music, looking at the chaos in the house, and felt extremely bored.
The evil cultivator talked about the music cultivator among the righteous monks, and the famous music cultivator Cang Li. They once had fireworks in the willow alley and let the singing girls sing. Why is it that the righteous cultivator is a romantic and talented man, while the evil cultivator is a person who is extremely promiscuous.
Wen Fu suddenly remembered that every time Cang Li came back drunk from the restaurant, his spiritual power was exhausted.
The eldest sister once said that Cang Li was powerless against the established order of the world. He avoided the world and did not dare to join the crowd, but he would also leave a message of healing and salvation amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
Order needs to be re-corrected, and reaching the pinnacle of the human world should be achieved through human effort, not talent.
Wen Fu thought like this and looked up at the hall full of evil cultivators. He stood up tiredly. The evil cultivators were still laughing. The next moment, a strange force poured out and swept away the confusing and entangled chaos. clean.
The smell of wine and warm fragrance had not dissipated in the hall, and there was a wail outside the door.
The injured evil cultivator rolled on the ground and sucked the cauldron in his arms clean, and his wounds quickly recovered.
The smell of blood drifted into the hall along the wind. Wen Fu stood in the hall blankly, listening to the questions from the two evil spirits from the Lanju Realm behind him. He shook his head, turned around and walked into the back room.
This party was a mess after all.
From then on, the evil cultivators in Fanqian City knew that the city lord was so moody.
At that time, Wen Fu was still thinking of taking advantage of all the evil cultivators in the city, but from that day on, he lost his patience.
It's different after all.
He is good at other secret arts, and has read countless strange and clever books in the library of the Supreme Sect. In countless secret realms, what he went to was not the inheritance of righteous swordsmanship or martial arts.
He was taught by Feng Chao. He originally practiced Dharma cultivation, but he was better at heresy. Even if he met Lin Tuan, he never said a bad word, only told him to keep the precepts and Taoism.
The righteous path is different from the evil practice, and the Supreme Sect is different from the righteous path.
People in the Supreme Sect are also different.
That night, he recalled many things from the past.
For example, the most amazing young genius uncle in history.
Yan Ye is a closed disciple of the previous generation. He is a formation wizard who once broke through the top defense formations of twenty-seven sects and families in order to prove the Tao. He raised the price with his own defense formation map. He is a blind man and a half-dao sword cultivator. , a legendary figure who still won the championship.
He was even younger than his senior sisters and brothers, and he entered a divine tomb with them.
In that tomb, Wen Fu found many ancient secret techniques that had fallen into the dust, while Yan Ye, when he opened the coffin, obtained the inheritance from the tomb of the gods.
While Yan Ye was receiving the inheritance and others were protecting the law, Wen Fu searched for the magical artifact and found the mirror in a corner.
What he saw was Qiong Tianjing.
In the mirror, he saw the scene of the fall of gods in ancient times.
It turns out that the so-called ancient gods, the first gods, are just containers of the rules of heaven. After successfully cultivating the rules of heaven, you have to join the law of heaven, and there will be no such god in the world.
Even if there were again, the gods after that would no longer be the gods before.
He saw the ancient gods returning to the rules of the world and reshaping three thousand worlds. He saw the ancient gods dissipate one by one, and some turned into their original forms, such as silent trees and a handful of loess.
After the catastrophe, the creatures relived their lives and did not forget the ancient gods, but there were no ancient gods anymore.
It turns out that the gods who were admired by people and created countless gods are nothing more than puppets bound and driven by rules.
Wenfu's ambition was fueled by unwillingness.
When he was fascinated, he realized that there was an extremely tall shadow in front of him.
White-haired Xuanyi, his eyes were dull and showed no signs of blindness. He was half a head taller than the mirror, and his eyes happened to meet his. His gray eyes were white, without any content, showing a lifeless grayness. .
This person was born blind and had no visual perception function at all. He heard from the taciturn Fifth Senior Brother that Uncle Yan Ye was not an eye disease, but a natural disability, born with a lack of vision. Jiang Liang has not been able to think of any way to solve it.
But Yan Ye is no different from ordinary people on weekdays. Even the deep-rooted habit of ordinary blind people using their ears to identify the source of sound has no trace on him. As long as he does not look directly into the eyes of the other person, he will subconsciously feel that the other person is " To see him.
What can be done like this is not only a strong willpower, but also an equally powerful spiritual consciousness that is almost never tired.
Before Wen Fu came back to his senses, he noticed that the mirror began to slowly change.
Then, Wen Fu heard a low laugh from the other side, and then a cold light pierced the scene in front of him, and another huge force threw him directly to the other side, avoiding the terrifying cold sword energy.
After the tight suffocation, the sound of breaking sounded. Wen Fu turned around and saw Feng Chao, who breathed a sigh of relief, and Feng Yi, who silently took back the hand holding the talisman.
The previous mirror fell to the ground and split into two, and Wen Fu could clearly see the slowly dissipating words.
Eight views.
Strange...it was clear that the word he saw on that side was Qiongtian, so why did it become the Eight Views when he went to the other side?
Why did Yan Ye suddenly chop off the mirror.
It is clearly an innate spiritual treasure.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Feng Yi asked.
Yan Ye put away his sword expressionlessly and lowered his eyes, "It's nothing."
He kept silent, but when Wenfu checked the fish-eye magic weapon he was wearing afterwards, he captured the moment when Yan Ye was holding the sword and the mirror was not broken, but was forced to a flat surface.
On the mirror, the scene was just like the ancient catastrophe he had seen, the fall of the gods, and the return of the rules to heaven, but it was different, because some of the faces of the dead were extremely familiar.
For example, Lintuan, Fengchao, Houcang, Fengyi...
The difference is in the people, but the same is the scene of people falling like sacrifices to heaven.
So, what he himself saw was the ancient events of the past, while Yan Ye, who had received the inheritance of the True God, saw the destiny of the future?
No wonder his mirror says Eight Views.
The art of eight observations is to recognize people, observe their actions, judge their hearts, and predict their fate.
It turns out... hundreds of thousands of years have passed, genius is still the container of heaven.
But why should rules be used to select people? People cannot control the rules.
Even with great power, one can only work hard to understand the rules of heaven, as if waiting for the mercy of the rules of heaven, but people cannot take the initiative to use the control rules, and are subject to those constraints. Is it really fair?
Since the catastrophe is coming, he must be the first person in the world to fight against the way of heaven and use the way of heaven to save the catastrophe.
With the decline of heaven, those who are useful and working desperately for the world should not be damned, but those who are useless and easily forgotten burdens.
Soon, he really encountered that opportunity.
When Wenfu was studying the hidden ancient magic weapon found in the tomb of the god in the sect, he overheard the conversation between Lin Tuan and the Buddhist disciple. From their mouths, he learned that there was actually a person who could change people in the Posa Kingdom. The secret technique can plant dragon pills in people.
Does that mean he can also use that secret technique to improve his own strength?
So he went to the old site of the Posha Kingdom and found the fragments of Heavenly Dao trapped in the Sky-Mending Stone in the desolate building.
He once tried to find a way to refine it and make himself the master of the world, but found that he couldn't control it. But the good thing is that this piece of heaven can indeed clearly sense the location of the heaven and earth's spiritual beings, allowing him to find remote places again and again. The secret realm has given the sect and family a lot of heavenly materials and treasures.
It's a pity that he missed a move when he entered the new secret realm he discovered. The resentment that had been buried for a long time formed a ghost realm, making him unable to get out for a while. He was dragged into the demon willow and lost his body.
It's really a pity, Wen Fu thought.
His body was made up of good spiritual roots that his parents used to pile up a large amount of spiritual stones. He could still practice well. Although he failed to make it to the Qingyun Ranking, he was not that bad. At least compared to ordinary people, he was still at the top. good health.
I originally thought that when I grew up, I would find a suitable powerful monster and achieve my own golden body.
But he really didn't want to die like this.
His ambition, his strong desire, did not allow himself to fail like this.
Perhaps it was the strong desire for survival that played a role, or perhaps it was too strong unwillingness. Instead of being devoured by evil spirits, Wenfu instead followed the struggle and surge of countless ghosts, like a fish migrating in the season, slippery in the cold forest. In the crowded swarm, he hid behind the most powerful ghost. The moment before the swarm stopped biting and venting, he followed and bit the front evil ghost.
In his haste, he only had time to tear off a few residual thoughts, together with the ghost he clung to, in order to leave a little warning and warning to future generations.
When Wen Fu came back to his senses, he saw his body, which was becoming thin and shriveled at a strange speed, and then turned into a real skin and bones.
And when he raised his hand to turn the water mirror, he found exactly the same version of himself.
But it was different. The other ghost in his body twisted his face angrily, and there was a clicking sound in his ears. He picked up his storage ring from the empty box with his right hand, and began to rejoice that he had insufficient cultivation, so He armed his soul with magic weapons, so the other party couldn't do anything to him, and the heresies he learned were enough to allow him to control half of his body.
Half is enough, at least he has the initiative.
"But a body with a single spiritual root that relies on the accumulation of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. No matter how hard you practice, your talent will not be recognized by heaven. What is it worth remembering?" Another ghost in the body mocked, "Such a man-made thing Talents cannot ascend, they can reach the same destination through different paths. I advise you to reincarnate yourself after you leave."
Wen Fu thought he would be angry, but when he heard it, there was only endless calm. He twisted and bowed, and picked up his storage ring and storage bag.
Perhaps his soul is not strong enough, but the ingenious secret techniques he has learned and the changes he has accumulated over the years enable him to quickly find his way out in such a devastating blow.
When his destiny turns into a destructive dead end, he will simply make a move to truly get rid of everything created by his parents and personally reshape a person he "self-created".
As long as you can reach that peak, it doesn't matter what means, what price, what identity and body you use.
When he came out of the secret realm, Wenfu changed his appearance with his usual magic weapon, blended in with the crowd, and glanced at the monks outside from a distance.
He clearly saw a person standing in the sky, like a golden phoenix in the sky, dazzling with brilliance. His eyes fell on the crowd, as if he was looking for someone.
It was Feng Chao, the senior sister who was waiting to pick him and Feng Yi out. She was the last person he saw when he decided to leave the Supreme Sect.
The people of the Supreme Sect taught him many things, but they restricted the ambition in his heart.
Human relationships are as thin as paper, and world affairs are like new chess games.
He cannot cultivate purity and ease, nor can he achieve compassion and righteousness.
Rather than using absolute talent and force to become the master of this world, he chose to override the way of heaven and use the way of heaven to update the way of heaven and become his own tool to reshape the rules of the world.
The way of heaven is declining, and the established order that has been formed in this world is decaying. The people of the Supreme Sect are tinkering around every day, but in the end it is not enough to change the entire world. In this case, it is up to him to change the rules of the entire world with his own hands.
He spent hundreds of years, traveled to strange places with many evil cultivators, sought out many secret techniques, and restrained himself many times before finally finding an unlikely way to change his demon willow body. Devour that ghost by the way.
Demons are like parasites that can only survive by devouring others. They cannot live by themselves.
When he was really lying in the dark "Eye of Sin", there was only one thought left in his mind.
If he gets through it, if he gets through it, he can reach the top.
The most powerful power of evil spirits is to devour others and transform them into their own.
In the eyes of others, evil spirits do all kinds of evil, but to him, they are nothing more than a species.
The weakness of the evil devil is in the devil's womb, but its source is also in the devil's womb. The devil's womb is immortal and the evil devil is immortal.
He once met a man who was obsessed with witch doctors. Most of the organs in that man's body had been replaced by those of monsters. So what's the difference between demons, monsters, and humans?
It couldn't be better to transplant the demon fetus and transform the power through swallowing. At the same time, it can also successfully swallow the ghost in the body that can't always be suppressed.
The ghosts of the great powers of the world were swallowed by him, which greatly added to his own soul. Moreover, the memories in those souls, including all the cultivation insights and techniques, would also become his own.
As Wen Fu thought about it, he somewhat forgot the pain at that time.
Whether it was like being in a furnace or an ice cave, he had forgotten. He only remembered the rugged corners along the way and the dead ends.
He planned for a long time, risked everything, prepared the layout, designed to deceive another ghost, and finally succeeded in transforming one of the bodies into a body with a real demon fetus, and also practiced the method of devouring, completely settling everything in the past, cutting Many spirits went out and turned into clones and were reborn.
After that, he made all kinds of plans, just hoping that the world of enlightenment, which was declining day by day, could regain its new life under his arrangement.
At that time, Wenfu looked out the window at the chaotic situation at night and felt that the lonely mountain was silent.
Later, the city lord became a taboo in Fanqian City. He no longer appeared in front of people, and gradually no one knew any information about him.
The evil cultivators who had attended the banquet only thought that the city lord was moody, and inviting them to the banquet was just to show off.
Wenfu devoted himself more wholeheartedly to his own creative experiments. Nothing was more reassuring than something he created.
He controls the rise of the new Demon Lord, raises the fragments of Heavenly Dao, and even controls the internal affairs, disciple selection, and personnel changes within many sects.
The world of cultivation is gone without the Supreme Sect Wenfu, but there is another pair of invisible hands in the world of cultivation.
In other words, some big hands.
His clone became the owner of Fusifang, the elder of the demon clan, and many other people.
He personally pulled down countless proud men of heaven, but all of them survived; he controlled Fusifang, obtained countless intelligence, and weaved countless lies; he allowed the Buddhist disciples of Tantric Buddhism to be spread as monster monks outside. , considering how big the world is, there is no place for him; he induced Hou Cang to deepen his obsession and abandon his Taoism. Even if he cultivates to perfection, it is extremely difficult to ascend, and so on, there are countless.
He watched with cold eyes the rise and fall of generations of geniuses.
When Lin Du's name appeared on the Qingyun List, he did pay attention to it for a while.
After all, that was someone he could find almost no way to destroy.
Yan Ye's temperament is unpredictable. Compared with Hou Cang's outspoken hostility towards him, his attitude towards everyone is indifferent. There is always an excessive sense of absurdity in his actions. "Looking" at people's past can predict the fate of the future. The mirror can also be smashed by raising a hand, as if it doesn't care about anything at all.
Such a person actually accepted a disciple, a disciple who ranked first in the Qingyun Ranking, and protected him very closely.
Before entering the Qingyun Ranking, no news was revealed. The only time he went out, he showed very little in the secret realm. After many inquiries, the spies from Fusifang who sneaked into the secret realm only found out that one person was born weak, could not leave the body, and had some medicine. The conclusion of premature death.
Wenfu also lost interest.
Tiandao probably chose the wrong container this time. All it took was for Fusifang to block the message from the Supreme Sect asking for medicine, which would be enough for her to enter the underworld early.
Unexpectedly, just fifty years later, the name he had almost forgotten would send him a fatal boomerang.
At that time, the Supreme Sect had been completely captured by the Demon Lord, and all the families and sects in the entire Dongming Realm were undergoing a major reshuffle.
Of course, the Supreme Sect does not have to die, but unless the Supreme Sect dies, Zhongzhou cannot be dispersed, and a new order will never be able to unfold.
With checkmate, his game is over.
His new world is about to unfold.
At that time, the demon world's resistance was extremely fierce. When Wenfu was considering the chess game, he thought of Fusifang, only to realize that his most important clone had not synchronized all his memories with him for a long time.
Or to be more precise, they did something to his soul behind his back.
Wen Fu couldn't understand that although the soul condensed by cutting could independently control the puppet, it was impossible to escape his monitoring.
One of the earliest condensed souls, which has not yet devoured the weakest piece of soul, actually still wants to be independent.
He escaped from the battlefield in the demon world and went to the real main altar of Fusifang to find his clone. When he arrived under the stone pillar of Qingyun Bang, he just stretched out his hand and noticed something was wrong.
It's too cold, colder than usual in Fuyun Mountain. It's not cold caused by the weather and terrain, but... the familiar cold of ghosts and corpses.
This is unusual.
The next moment, an almost suffocating force rolled over from all directions.
The moment Wen Fu took action, he noticed unusual and strange fluctuations.
The sharp gear-shaped spiritual power ripples carry a cold yin energy, and the intertwined black and white patterns all show one result - someone has used a formation to wait and wait.
Wen Fu felt relieved. It turned out that it was not his own soul that betrayed him, but someone who killed his soul. This must have been the back-up left behind by the murderer.
It's just that, it's just a little trouble.
He thought, raising his hand to break the formation.
As his consciousness spread out, he noticed something was wrong.
This formation is very strong, because the spiritual power lines are chaotic and treacherous, making it difficult for people to find a way to survive.
He even started the formation quietly, and even tampered with the stone tablet on Qingyun Bang. Once he poured in power, the formation would be activated.
This conspiracy is extremely clever.
With this level of sophistication and power, there are very few people in the world who can lay out such complex and powerful formations. Yan Ye has ascended. Now that Zhongzhou is in chaos and the sects have joined forces to resist, how can those powerful formation masters be here? ?
Or is there some hidden power in the world that he doesn't know about?
Wenfu felt the overwhelming oppression and killing intent in the formation, and used his magic weapon to temporarily block the pressure in the formation.
He summoned his consciousness and quickly restored the message left by his soul before his death.
But Wenfu didn't expect that the murderer he saw was actually a corpse.
At first glance, he looked very thin. The shrouds were layered on top of each other, but he still looked thin. The mouth and nose were covered. It was clearly the method used by several corpse craftsmen in western Yunnan to make corpse puppets.
When he met those eyes, Wen Fu was startled.
Those eyes were too familiar, and they were clearly looking at each other, but the old man could still see the clues if he looked closely - there was no spirit in those eyes.
In the dark night, the moment the spiritual light shone, he saw the scar at the corner of his eye.
That was not an ordinary scar left by surgery on the eye, it was clearly...all the sensory connections connected to the vision were taken away.
In a flash, he thought of an answer that was too ridiculous.
Those eyes lost their luster because of saving Yan Ye.
Because that is the only way to restore Yan Ye's sight.
But for those who require the same talent and practice the same technique from meridians to spiritual consciousness, how many geniuses are there in the world who would be willing to give up part of their brains to fulfill another genius?
There are a few more geniuses who can rival Yan Ye.
At least in the eight or nine hundred years before Yan Ye ascended, there was no one in a clear sense.
Except for Yan Ye's apprentice who almost never showed up, that person died more than a hundred years ago.
Lindu.
The one he had lost interest in and was long dead.
The only person qualified to let Yan Ye regain the light that is better than nothing for a world of great power.
But Lin Du turned into a corpse puppet and appeared in the fragments of the memory of Wen Fu, the master of Fusifang, before his death. Like a rusty narrow sword, it smelled of blood even though it was not stained with blood. He fell on his head in the dark night. A stab in the heart caused a person who had been planning for many years to experience unexpected panic for the first time.
What followed was anger.
Anger that even he didn't understand.
No matter how depressed the Supreme Sect was, how could they let a disciple who was number one on the Qingyun Ranking be turned into a corpse puppet after his death?
Could it be possible that the apprentice who almost never went out, the genius with great talent but insufficient natural talent, was raised by Yan Ye to complement himself?
But the memory fragments that followed made his hair stand on end.
Because that corpse puppet spoke clearly and logically, and was obviously not a dominated corpse puppet in the traditional sense.
And Wen Fu was inexplicably aware that the moment he met those eyes, he felt that the soul there must still be Lin Du.
So familiar, those eyes.
He is obviously a blind man who cannot see, but he always stubbornly develops a powerful spiritual consciousness, and continuously exudes it to achieve the same effect as ordinary people. He sees people's faces from the front instead of from the side, and has strong willpower and reaction power. Outrageous.
Feng Yi had complained to him before that his level of control over his body's instincts was simply unlike a human being.
Unexpectedly, his apprentice was as stubborn as him.
In the memory fragments, the clone Wenfu asked, "Lin Du? Is that you?"
The cold figure didn't speak, just stood there quietly. Behind her, there was a black and white half formation pattern floating in the air. Her body was cold, and there were dozens of handleless short blades hanging in front of her, glowing with light. Different auras converged into several formation patterns, and the tips of several blades were pierced at the key points of the formation. It was a strange formation mage move that Wen Fu had never seen before.
Formation mages have never been considered strong in combat. They are useless for small things and too late for big things.
But Lin Du... was able to quietly lay out a large formation in advance, and was able to deal with it in this way between battles, which was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Junior sister, are you here to demand the truth?"
The owner of Fusifang, although his body is broken, it doesn't matter, but his soul is much more fragile than ordinary people, and his spiritual power is not strong. He is usually cautious and never appears easily. He relies on countless magic weapons to protect himself, but in this formation, In the middle, each magic weapon was sealed by the short blade's sealing array and pinned to the ground.
In the dark night, a rough voice came from the corpse, like a rusty sword making a hoarse buzz with difficulty.
"Disciple of the Supreme Sect? Who are you?"
"Supreme Sect, the ninety-ninth generation of abandoned disciples, Wen Fu." The master of the workshop, Wen Fu, smiled and looked at the powerful Lin Du, "Junior sister, there is no need to mobilize troops like this."
Looking at the fragments, Wen Fu suddenly realized that the Wen Fu in his memory had never attacked Lin Du, but only took out the magic weapons one by one.
"Raising troops to mobilize a crowd?" Lin Du stood there, laughing softly, "I want to ask you, where did the crowd come from?"
The owner of the shop, Wen Fu, was silent for a while, then said after a long time, "I'm sorry."
"You have not sorry for me," Lin Du was always vigilant. "What you have sorry for are the fellow members of the Supreme Sect who died in the battle, and the innocent people of the Dongming Realm."
"Actually, I never thought that you were from the Supreme Sect." She judged the suppression of Wenfu's spirit by the formation, and held several handleless short blades in her hands wrapped with cloth.
The clone Wen Fu was thinking seriously about one thing. What was Lin Du, now unrecognizable, like before?
He was too skinny, just like when he first returned to the Dongming Realm, he kept deforming and decaying because he refused to absorb the flesh, blood and spiritual energy of the monks.
Wenfu was reluctant in every possible way, but what about Lin Du?
Do you also hate people who make you look completely different?
"You never wanted to enter reincarnation, right?" the clone Wenfu asked.
This is nonsense. It's a corpse puppet, and inside it lives the soul that should have been reincarnated hundreds of years ago. It doesn't look like it wants to be reincarnated.
"You left a lot of news in Zhongzhou, wasn't it just to lead me to find the truth?" Lin Du's attitude was still cold, "I once saw your name on the tablet enshrined in the back mountain. Compared to me, this It would be more appropriate to give you a sentence, isn't it?"
She suddenly turned her head and gave another hoarse chuckle, "You probably don't know, within the sect, every year during the Qingming Festival, the senior sister will go and offer you a stick of incense, the second senior brother will carry a piano and bring a pot of wine, and the seventh senior sister will also I will go to your memorial tablet and be in a daze."
This sentence is a test, and it also attacks the heart.
If he really didn't have any nostalgia, the clone Wenfu would be completely crushed to death in the next moment.
Noumenon Wenfu looked at the picture and suddenly felt that his judgment was wrong.
How could Yan Ye's apprentice be the one who was raised to make wedding clothes for his master?
In the chaotic situation in the form of unclear form, she can still pull away the clouds on the surface and go straight to the essence of them. Perhaps the means is immature, but she is qualified to confront him.
Lin Du, an inconspicuous dust he didn't even calculate, not only killed his avatar, but also trapped his body, so that he could only watch the memory fragments left by his avatar.
Fang Lord Wenfu did move.
Because he is the purest Wenfu, it is purely, and there is no Wenfu who has no memory and ability to combine the main memory and ability of Lance.
He was still trained and warm in the Supreme Crims. Even if he left the rebellion, the bottom line was low. In order to achieve the goal, he controlled the overall situation.
As early as the moment when the blessing of the body chose to devour the main soul of the city, all the tenderness and trials were regarded as a weak constraint and threw it to the master Wenfu.
Those fragile emotions flood the memories of Fang Lord Wenfu. After the accumulation of guilt for a long time, the burst of burst out, and the belated regret swept his sense.
He suddenly laughed, "I found it too late, it was really too late."
"The body did not find that the strength of the magic world has increased greatly, and it is no longer controlled. The strength of the demon has so much power to kill Zhongzhou. It can be said that when it breaks into the upper sect, it is no longer the original demon."
"Maybe he discovered that he just felt that he could still control it, but I looked at it, and the millions of people lost their lives, but felt that I had deviated from what I imagined. Just ... out of control. "
"In this world, the new order should not be born in such a long chaotic. I seem to have never seen dawn."
Fang Wenfu stood in the line and looked up at the sky.
The night is as cool as water, and the fog is covered with the sky.
"Lin Du, you are here to kill me, I am very happy." He said, "I can't go back, you go forward."
Lin Du stood in the night, and the corpse cloth was like rusty rust accumulated in the dark at night.
The glory is large and glorious, and it is extremely dazzling. It turns into an arrow, penetrates the body of the puppet, and also penetrates the soul of Wenfu.
In the final sensory memory, the hoarse sound sounded again, "Therefore, you mistakenly recovered, and you want to find someone to tell me, I look down on you, Wenfu."
"I want to be the master of the world where the world is overwhelming, but I chose to escape everything after discovering the wrongdoing and destroy myself. It's just a coward. I really look down on you."
Lin Du took everything on his body and walked out of the line. In the next moment, Wenfu's avatar was crushed as a powder, and he didn't see the slightest blood.
The rusty, rotten narrow sword, silently walked into the desolate night, hitting the southern wall that had become dead, and opened a way for everyone.
Behind it is part of the culprit, with regrets and regrets, and soil, bested into the ground by rain, and made new materials for new plants.
After reading the memory fragments after reading, he closed his eyes, and a ridicule was born in his heart.
Even the avatar betrayed him, and was stuck in the vortex of self -blame and doubt by those weak morals and emotions.
In this world, after all, there is no pure ambitionist.
Even himself couldn't stand.
Wenfu silently smiled, took the mask below, and fell to the ground.
Unrecognizable? Who has to choose.
Those who were swallowed by the wild finally forgot the way when they came.
He raised his head and sighed slightly, and he didn't know if he was troubled by his eyes, or the ridiculous scene of the avatar he had just saw himself.
This line is really clever. I want to have worked hard according to what I have left, but I can't kill him.
After all, the top card of the body will never know.
He raised his hand, and his breath rushed out of his sleeves.
The big geological tremor, the sun and the moon change, like the mountains and the sea, the terror's coercion came, and the original formation of the original feeling felt the compression of the rules reversed.
It is a dead way to die, and it is a ruthless formation.
The array of people has gone and has not ambushed nearby.
I didn't know when he would come, so I only left this kill.
The array of people is not there. There is no opportunity for this array to repair and maintain, and the difficulty of Wenfu to break the formation is less important.
This burst can even trap the body of the demon, destroy the great spirit of great power, but still can't kill him.
A person who uses the world as a chess game naturally dares to abandon himself and find another way.
There is no courage to others, he has something that others dare not give up, he dares.
But just when he abandoned his body and spars up some souls, he wanted to steal the day and escape from the treasure, and the other line was lit, dragging his main soul into the fantasy formation.
Wenfu had not been born at that moment. Only in the demon willow in the Lanju world, the despair and panic produced.
In that fantasy, he saw Lin Du.
"It seems that you can really escape." The voice sounded, indifferent and ironic, "If you give me a hundred years, I will definitely kill you, but unfortunately."
Wenfu then reacted.
"Your avatars don't know much about you, or you are not a person," Lin Du's voice is a little bit loud. "Although I haven't figured out all the truths, the clutch Wenfu did not make it clear, but Obviously, you must be guilty. "
"This can not be killed, it doesn't matter. Even if you go to the Zongmen family, the family of great power and the future genius monk, go down to the civilians and the wicked in prison. Continuously the backbone of our right monk. "
"Your last conscience was killed by me. As for you, in addition to reincarnation, I can still kill you."
"If you are obsessed, you will eventually be swallowed."
Wenfu couldn't help laughing, "Just rely on you?"
"Yes, just rely on me." Lin Du's thoughts sounded.
"Do you still want to find out the truth to revenge?" Wenfu found that this illusion was not threatened and relaxed.
All the ghosts, even if you stay, will die after all.
Lin Du could not jump out of the six -way corpse king. The conditions of the corpse king's achievements were extremely harsh, and it would not be Lin Du.
"No matter how far, I will reach the end of the road, even if the truth and the truth and success are only one step away."
"How can there be good and evil in this world, the righteousness you think is just to the world and the outside world. Why saving people is good, the right way is the Tao, just because the world is afraid of hurting their own interests, so I dare not dare to dare Breaking the remaining tumors in the old society, and you think it is good. "
"Why killing is evil, and the demons are evil, because you are afraid of being deprived and hurt, but you have never thought about the turbulent Qingming and new order."
Wenfu wanted to show Lin Du's planning and prospects of the new order in the future, but he went to his mouth, but swallowed again.
In the end, she was born in the world of secularity. She was born in the Qing Zheng Cangfeng.
At that time, Wenfu only felt that the young people were naive and funny.
It wasn't until the end of this way to become the master of the new world that he found that he was really wrong. He was teased by the heavenly -Taoist film, and the chess player became the biggest chess piece.
Everyone is a chess piece, and everyone becomes a waste.
It took him hundreds of years to feed the mature heavenly fragments to occupy the body of Demon Zun. After wanting to devour him, he seized the heavenly way and became the master of this world.
Looking at the devouring exercises at the top of the cover, the smile with the other party's victory, Wenfu laughed lowly. He did not refine the fragment of Tiandao, but how could he trust something he could not control at all.
He led to the seal of the consciousness of his own consciousness in Tiandao fragments, and chose to do it with the Tiandao fragments.
As for the dawn of the wasteland after death, then ... leave it to the future generations.
After all, Lin Du said that the backbone's backbone will not be broken, isn't it?
When he was scattered, he suddenly remembered Lin Du's words again.
He insisted on reaching the end, successful distance, one step away, but still ... failed.
Perhaps he is not a blessed person.
The soul was broken on the ruins.
He was born in a family of blessings in his life. He has a lot of life. He wants to win half a child with manpower. He uses documents on paper to manipulate the clouds, layout in the world. Birth.
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Note 1: From "Zeng Guangxian Wen".
