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Ningbi Lake

The haze gathers, which is both illusion and reality. The silver fish swim slowly in the lake, making it look like a fairyland.

This Ningbi Silverbait is considered a treasure, but no one dares to come here to hunt it on weekdays.

So I wandered around the lake pavilion leisurely without any worries.

Wow!

Countless wind arrows fell into the water, and most of the group of whitebait died on the spot. A slight red wave appeared in the clear lake water.

"Bastard!"

A chilling aura filled the air around Demon King Yi Gang, and the wind threads surrounding his body turned faintly black, making people look at him.

In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere disappeared in the small pavilion in the lake.

The old monk Yuebai swept away his cassock, and the water mirror transformed by the "Wanli Yuanguang Technique" suddenly turned into clear water and fell down, returning to a clear blue lake.

His eyebrows were lowered, and the grand purple light was tightly locked in his eyes. He clasped his hands together and sighed softly,

"Retribution must be meted out, and regardless of the consequences, it seems that you are not a person of merit."

Sheng Linfeng and Miao Canya looked at each other, feeling a little troubled.

Of the eight demon prince brothers, six died and two were injured.

It was not the Great Sea Killing Catastrophe that occurred once in a hundred years, and few of the royal heirs of the Monster Clan died, let alone six of them in one go.

Miao Canya hesitated for a few moments, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes. Finally, he opened his eyes wide and looked at Demon King Yigang quietly.

Sitting upright and still, with his palms facing forward, an exquisite and compact lotus platform suddenly appeared, with five-colored light flowing faintly on the lotus platform.

"I ordered Tanzong Daozi to come here for a trial so that he could be surrounded, beaten and killed.

The demon prince's brother is going to die when he goes out on a hunting trip?

how,

Is the life of the demon race more valuable than the life of the human race?

Or are you saying that my sect, Daozi, is inferior to a few dandy boys from the demon clan? "

Miao Canya smiled evilly, and a green corpse aura suddenly appeared on his childlike face.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

Monk Yuebai remained calm, and a Buddha's shout broke the tense situation in the pavilion.

He said softly, "Now that the matter has come to this, let's think about the aftermath and take into account the overall situation of the human-male contract and peace."

The hunting sound that was constantly coming from around the Yigang Demon King gradually became gentle and turned into fine wind wisps again.

At this time, he had temporarily suppressed his anger, and said seriously, clasping his fists,

"Fortunately, my evil deeds were saved by a master who gave me Buddhist mantras.

However, the six demon prince brothers were clearly captured and were still killed by Wan Gui Feng Ji Ji Yu.

But don’t know how to deal with the aftermath? "

Miao Canya glanced at Sheng Linfeng and saw him nodding slightly, so he smiled and said,

“Although it was the demon prince brother who took action first, our sect Daozi had no choice but to fight back and caused casualties.

But I ordered Tan Zong out of good intentions,

Every demon prince brother who died,

I am willing to compensate 200,000 spiritual stones and two top-quality spiritual weapons.

I wonder if Demon King Yigang is still satisfied? "

boom!

The pavilion in the lake was torn apart.

The Demon King Yi Gang flew away into the sky without looking back, his momentum was like a strong wind rolling snow, causing the sound of rolling wind and thunder.

The two golden elixirs in Yaoqiang Village winked at each other, and Monk Yuebai saw it in his eyes.

When Demon King Yi just left in anger, he could only sigh slightly in his heart:

"I never thought that the peace talks between the human race and the demon race in the West Ji Province have just begun.

However, he fell into a deadlock because of an eighth-level condensation.

God’s will is truly unpredictable! "

……

A few days later.

An empty palace.

A heavy rain poured down outside the hall, and countless heavy raindrops hit the ground hard, like the water of the Milky Way washing away a jade plate, or like the Milky Way falling upside down from the sky, making a loud bang.

Yi Huahong sat cross-legged, and standing behind him was his senior brother, Monk Leng Chan.

quiet!

For a long time, both the man and the demon remained silent.

No one expected that the entanglement of cause and effect would be so tragic.

Leng Chan was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with a faint auspicious light in his eyes, and he looked like a Buddha with heroic bones, as straight as a heavenly being.

"Junior brother, please think about it carefully. Once you keep the precepts, you will enter the ascetic life."

Yi Huahong stood up slowly, his face expressionless.

Pushing the gold mountain, pouring the jade pillar, kneeling on the ground,

"If you go back to the beginning and enter the Hall of Questioning Heart again,

Yi Huahong,

You should become a monk and refine your demon body.

I will never return to the West Pole in this life. "

"Alas!" A sigh came from Leng Chan's mouth, a faint Buddha's light reflected into the void, and the chanting of Buddhist verses could be faintly heard throughout the room.

"Forget it, you are also a fool." Leng Chan Buddha's heart was like glass. Since he knew that his junior brother had made up his mind, he just let it be.

He stretched out his hand and pointed, a golden lotus blossomed into nine layers, and fell on the top of Yi Huahong's head.

The golden lotus is in full bloom, and the golden light is shining everywhere. Don't look at it closely.

The royal talisman on Yi Huahong's forehead was slowly melted away, the hair on his head fell to the ground one after another, and even the wind strands that had been carrying him disappeared.

Leng Chan helped him up, and the Buddha's light that filled the room disappeared without a trace.

"Your Dharma name was actually chosen on the first day of your initiation.

It’s just that my master and I both believe that since you are so talented, you can be both a Buddha and a demon, so you may not be able to use it.

I don’t want to but it should be today,

From now on, your Dharma name will be,

COLD heart. "

Leng Chan looked at the roof of the palace, auspicious light flashed in his eyes, but it was like seeing the endless wind and rain outside, "Your friend is here, go and meet him."

After Leng Xin went out, Leng Chan clasped his hands together and said softly,

"Cause and effect repay each other, and grievances and grievances repay each other. It's endless."

In another palace room, Jia Yunzhen was sitting lazily on a recliner, holding two bottles of wine in his hand.

When he saw Leng Xin appeared in front of him with no hair on his head and a plain monk robe.

Bang!

Two bottles of fine wine were shattered on the floor, and the red liquid spread wantonly along the floor.

"Huahong, what are you..." Jia Yunzhen's mouth turned bitter, and his heart seemed to have been punched hard, and he felt full of sorrow and absurdity.

When it comes to trying to figure out people's hearts, Jia Yunzhen considers himself second. Among the many demon princes and disciples, no one dares to consider him first. But at this moment, he doesn't dare to think too much or dwell on it.

The cold-hearted monk put his hands together and bowed, and said calmly

"The young monk's name is Leng Xin, Yun Zhen. The young monk came to see you to reconcile the past friendship and return to Dingyuan Temple later."

Jia Yunzhen said bitterly: "Why is this happening? We are arrogant and seeking death.

What does it have to do with you? What is the use of becoming a monk? ! "

Leng Xin said calmly, "Since I was a young monk, when I attained the golden body, I would transform the demonic killer to complete the cause and effect."

"Why do you need to prove the golden body?!" A loud roar was about to break through the roof of the hall, and several red lines appeared on Jia Yunzhen's temples, and he said hurriedly,

"Father and the others have come to a conclusion. Although the Demon King is inconvenient to take action,

But I have contacted the three sharp-edge demon generals, and the Ningzhen stage is definitely no match.

Among them is Yun Teng's sister. Her Zanpakutōhun Knife is not only a magic weapon, but can also restrain ghosts and supernatural powers. "

The cold-hearted monk said nothing, bowed, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Step by step, walk into the boundless wind and rain.

Jia Yunzhen murmured: "I still owe you a life, how can I pay it back now?"

After a long time, a fierce look suddenly appeared on his face: "Ji Cuiyu, just wait..."

……

Demon Wall Village.

There are many demonic monks who come here to practice in this fortress.

There are monks who love food, there are monks who love boudoir, there are monks who love gambling and games...

All in all, where there is demand, there is supply.

There are shops that meet all kinds of needs in Yaoqiang Village.

The main shareholder is the Food and Color Creation Sect.

Use food and sex to enter the Tao, and gain the aura of smoke and fire in the world.

Of course, the combination of yin and yang and the use of form to complement form are also the characteristics of this sect.

Therefore, the monks who visit these shops are naturally special.

In a private room of a high-end restaurant in the Food and Color Creation Sect, Jiang Moshu was feasting.

There are hundreds of kinds of spiritual food in this restaurant, all cooked with spiritual materials from the Ten Thousand Monsters Forest. Not only are they delicious, they can also warm up the monks' energy and blood.

It is said that each of the four fortresses has unique spiritual materials that cannot be obtained elsewhere.

"No money, Master." A delicate voice came from the ghost contract.

puff!

Jiang Moshu spit out a sip of wine.

"Shen Caiyan, tell me, how did you waste all the 125,000 spiritual stones?"

After coughing twice and regaining his breath, Jiang Moshu slapped the table hard and spoke loudly.

"Little Bangchui is fine, but Wan Gui Jingqi is still a child. How can he hold up the Heavenly Demon Dharma Appearance." Shen Caiyan's voice became increasingly aggrieved.

"If I don't spend ten times the spirit stone, I will consume the source of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, or burn my ghost mother heritage, so I will naturally use it quickly."

Listening to this crying voice, Jiang Moshu even felt a little guilty.

"Okay, okay, how many spiritual stones do we have now?" Jiang Moshu suddenly felt that the table was no longer fragrant.

"Hehe, there are still one hundred and thirty-seven spiritual stones." The housekeeper, who is a little money fan, still calculated the accounts very clearly.

Jiang Moshu couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"Then the table just ordered and paid five hundred and twenty spiritual stones. Why didn't you stop me?"

"The master said he wanted to celebrate, how dare I stop him!" Quite confidently.

Jiang Moshu seriously conveyed the message to Gui Qi, "Next time this happens,

You can kick me down and then curse me, "Prodigal!" "

Okay, sir, I will definitely do it. "Shen Caiyan immediately made a promise, and the sound of chuckles came out.

When will the spirit stone be free?

Jiang Moshu sighed, feeling so tired.