He Suxi actually felt a little nauseated about putting such a thing into his body.

It's just that when he refined the Dao Seed at that time, it was just an ordinary final Dao Seed, but he was taken away by Zhang Chengzhi before he could refine it properly.

The sound of the piano scattered and fluctuated, and it swayed around layer by layer. Even He Su Xian felt his head buzzing. He glanced at Jiang Zheliu, who was retching while clutching his chest. He couldn't help it. Lowering his body, he said, "Jiang Xianzun, whose sword shook Jiuxiao, you are too fragile. The sound of the piano..."

Before he finished speaking, his fingertips touched Jiang Ziliu's shoulder, and he was suddenly shocked by the demonic energy running through the opponent's body. He Laogui's eyes froze, and he suddenly misunderstood something: "What did Wen Renye do to you?"

He has no kindness, and he has no worries about Comrade Xiao Jiang, but according to his understanding of Wen Renye, how could this man pour his demonic energy into Jiang Zheliu's body? Does he look normal on the outside? , In fact, the inside has gone crazy, and even the person he loves will be tortured?

He Suo thought about it like a flash of light and flint, his thoughts turned nine and eighteen, and then he looked at Jiang Zheliu for a while, and glanced at it lightly.

"He didn't abuse me."

Jiang Zheliu was as calm as water, and answered lightly.

What seemed to be completely shocked.

For a while, he didn't even know the truth of this sentence.

For a while, Jiang Zheliu had a tendency to hide his bad taste, but he rarely showed it. At this moment, he seemed to be very serious about maintaining the image of a domineering Demon Venerable: "He was just negligent for a while."

"...the result of negligence?"

"Almost killed." Pointing to an abortion.

He Susu couldn't react, and his eyes stagnated for a long time before slowly shifting to him.

The old ghost knows this person's physique. He has smelled it up close, and it smells so good that it's easy for people to lose control.

At this moment, Gui Xiu had a slight understanding of the big devil's "negligence", but he was still a little surprised. He glanced at the golden light and magic patterns flying around in the distance, and sighed: "Look at it. You, it's better to be with me, at least I won't torture you like this, will I?"

The old ghost was internally injured by the little devil, and he dared to say such a thing, but he really refused to suffer. Jiang Zheliu raised his eyes to look at the golden light in the distance, his face was calm, and he opened the mouth and said, "It's still a reliable Zen Master Mingjing."

The alarm bell in He Susu's mind was blaring, just as he was about to dissuade the person in front of him from the elusive thoughts, a ripple exploded in the distance, and the spiritual force swayed away layer by layer, crushing the surrounding rocks.

In just a short moment, the ghost energy that seemed to spread out like a net suddenly tightened, pulling it into a cage along the direction of his control, trapping the final Dao seed that produced consciousness in its place.

He felt that the move was successful, and his spirit was slightly calm. When he was about to step forward, he was stopped by Jiang Zheliu.

"and many more."

He Laogui turned to look at him, and saw Jiang Zheliu's brows knit together, Yuanwang's eyes were slightly dark, and his expression could not be said to be relaxed.

"...It's so easy, it's not quite right."

"What's wrong..."

Before He Suxi's words were finished, the ghost cage he had set up for a long time with all his might, exploded in front of his eyes.

...It seems that it wasn't his cage that exploded, it was the person in the cage that exploded, opened, and exploded!

He only had time to swear a swear word, and was involved in the body by a large amount of ghost energy. The real spirit in his mind jumped fiercely, and a circle of circling and guarding black energy suddenly gathered around him.

At the moment when "Zhang Chengzhi" exploded, a light-gray streamer rushed out of the tyrannical Dao body, plunged into Wen Renye's forehead, and the invisible Dao seed penetrated into his body. .

The Dao seed without consciousness is the only way for the half-step Jinxian to join the Dao, so what about the conscious one?

This kind of change only happened in an instant, not even a breath. Even if Mingjing was the closest to Wen Renye, he could not stop it.

His eyes fell on the body of his old friend, which was destroyed from the inside, and he squeezed the Buddha beads in his palm, and a rare trace of anger was released from his pure and taciturn temperament.

After all, the blessing of the Buddha Dharma Lotus Platform is not his own strength. Mingjing knows that he is far from Wen Renye's opponent, so he can only retreat in the direction of Jiang Zheliu and distance himself first.

The overwhelming bone wings were gathered up, and the bone spurs slammed into the ground abruptly, wrapping most of Wen Renye's body.

It was silent, surrounded by ruins.

Mingjing opened the distance and evacuated to Jiang Ziliu's side. The whole body was still filled with the pure and pure breath of Buddhist cultivation. He didn't look at what was on the side, but stretched out his hand and pressed Jiang Zheliu's shoulder.

"Don't be impulsive," he said. "Look first."

The final prediction was wrong. Although Zhang Chengzhi's body was strong enough, he couldn't match the teamwork of these three people. He did not expect Mingjing to participate in the battle, so he had to adopt this method before he even waited for the expected time. Method.

But in the end, this is the final solution.

He wanted to wake up slaughter, and the slaughter Taoist species itself has a strong suppressive force.

Jiang Zheliu clenched his fingers, his palms were wet and cold, he stared at the back with the cracked bone wings, and said with a breath, "How is the situation?"

"Not so much." Mingjing said directly, "Amitabha, prepare yourself mentally."

"Widowhood?"

"No." The little monk was sincere, "Collect the corpse for me."

Although this is not self-confident, it is very practical and appropriate.

Jiang Zheliu: "...The Zen master still has unfulfilled wishes."

Mingjing also attached great importance to his wish, and felt a little worried, and said, "If Senior Jiang can influence Wenren's donor, it would be the best."

The conversation between the two was swift and clear, and He Suxi on the side could understand it, but he was obviously full of resistance to the fight with Wen Renye.

"If you had known this day, you wouldn't have to treat him." He Suxiang didn't speak human words. "Tackling poison with poison might be effective."

In the midst of this brief exchange, the pair of bone wings slowly unfolded and turned to look at them.

The face armor covered the expression, and the purple eyes turned into magic flames. Jiang Zheliu searched for a moment, but did not notice the difference in the expression of the other party, as if it had restored the purity of the racial nature, and he could see the bottom at a glance.

Simply put, it is the original nature of the Demon Race.

fine.

Jiang Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief.

If something like that happened to occupy the little devil's body at the end, he might really be very angry.

"The consciousness of the benefactor of Wenren has sunk into the sea of ​​heart." Mingjing said, "It seems that Senior Changhe lost in this kind of heart-sea battle."

But Wen Renye's situation may not be as good as that of the Changhe Immortal Venerable back then. There is another thing in his body that he can't hold back.

Sealing two Dao species at the same time, without exploding to death on the spot, has been regarded as a unique and once-in-a-lifetime wizard.

He Suxi glanced at the little monk who basically ignored him, and then glanced at Jiang Zheliu, who had not yet recovered, feeling that he might be chased and beaten by this lunatic again.

The other two didn't seem to be able to withstand Wen Renye's demonic face.

At this moment, Chang Gan, who was reducing his sense of existence for a while, suddenly approached Jiang Zheliu, took out the token that his uncle gave him, closed his eyes, locked the other party's demonic energy, and crushed the seal token.

A thick demonic energy suddenly diffused from the token, as if it was specially made for Wen Renye, and rushed over with the driving force.

"What is this?" Jiang Zheliu was slightly surprised and turned to look at him.

"The Demon Realm has been preparing for the sealing technique." Chang Gan said, "This is one of them."

"……one?"

Jiang Ziliu captured an important vocabulary.

"Yes." Chang Gan nodded and repeated it sentence by sentence according to Wen Renye's account, "As long as this is crushed, other sealing links will come."

Before Jiang Zheliu questioned the word "come here", he saw the mid-air in the middle of the rift valley, surrounded by demonic energy for a week, and was suddenly torn open by a hand.

A female demon wearing a white mask will step out from inside.

Gongyiyan was carrying a long sword, and there were still dozens of powerful top-level demon generals behind him. They seemed to be on standby for a long time.

She gave Jiang Zheliu a salute from afar.

"Sister Gongyi took orders to go to the Void Realm," Chang Gan explained, "I borrowed the Void Sealed utensils from the great witch."

Void Seal...

The Void Realm has been hidden for many years. It is a peaceful and pure land that is indisputable from the world. What they are best at is sealing. The meaning of the void seal is to banish Wen Renye into the void—that is, the interlayer outside the boundary membranes of the various Great Thousand Worlds.

Jiang Zheliu's Adam's apple choked, but he couldn't feel at ease. He even had a hint of resistance. Even if he understood that the devil made this decision, it was still painful.

This is Wen Renye's decision.

"Even if there is no such thing, after Sister Gongyi is ready, she will always follow the little uncle to prevent him from getting out of control." Chang Gan's pupils flickered slightly, "These things are temporarily explained to me by the little uncle on the road, he is afraid In an accident... when Sister Gongyi couldn't come, I hurt you."

Jiang Zheliu's chest hurt and it was difficult to utter any words. He felt his throat blocked so tightly that he couldn't speak.

"We are the last insurance." Chang Gan whispered, "It's not to give him a chance, but to... protect you."

Once the void seal technique is successful, especially this kind of exile seal, it will almost never be possible to retrieve the sealed object.

Jiang Zheliu stared at Gongyiyan who was activating the magic weapon in the distance, and said abruptly, "Don't do it yet."

Chang Gan: "...Brother?"

"let me try."

Chang Gan was stupid, looking at him in confusion: "Why... try?"

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If there is darkness all around, where should we go?

Wen Renye lost his five senses again.

He couldn't find his line of sight, but he clearly remained in his body, but his five senses were cut off and his spiritual sense was blocked, as if he was wrapped in something and sank into the sea of ​​his heart infinitely.

He caught a glimpse of a cold beam of coldness.

From the inside of the sea of ​​​​heart, projected from the inside out, it was the light on the blade of the Lingxiao sword when he saw Jiang Ziliu for the first time.

Wen Renye could feel a great sense of weight. He was trying his best to suppress the Dao Seed, but he could also feel that the Final Dao Seed that he had thrown into his body was close to the originally sealed seed, unable to speak in the sea of ​​his heart, no Sound can only be vaguely felt and speculated by something similar to "premonition" and "thinking".

The light he "sees" does not use vision, but only the feeling of his primordial spirit.

His thoughts paused, and there was a moment of emptiness.

Darkness and no way out, where should I sail from?

Wen Renye fell into a long period of thinking and making decisions, but in fact, in his feelings, he couldn't tell the difference between right and left. He could only rely on intuition and hunch to resist more serious things.

This body is acting on instinct, but the mind enough to control the body affects each other, oppresses each other, and is entangled here, unable to break free.

Wen Renye thought of his explanation in the darkness and loneliness.

He was not in such a hurry, and it was also because of this matter - he believed that there would be no problem with Zhe Liu, and he also believed in Gongyi Yan and Chang Gan's ability.

As long as Xiao Liushu is safe, he can remain calm.

But this calm was soon broken.

Wen Renye felt a chill in the shape of ice and snow from the endless darkness. It was strong, tenacious, and invincible. It was exactly the same as the sword light that was imprinted into his heart many years ago.

He was stunned, but his heart was beating wildly, and a thumping sound came into his mind.

It was a feeling of blood draining all over his body. He didn't know why he felt this familiar and unfamiliar sword intent. His emotions were violently turbulent, and a vigorous bursting sound was emitted, which woke up his hearing.

He heard a familiar, clear and slightly cold voice.

"Wen Ren Ye," Jiang Zheliu said, "look at me."

This rift has lost its original landform.

Spirit waves, magic energy, Buddha light, ghost energy, all kinds of powerful and terrifying waves moved mountains and reclaimed the sea, razing the surrounding area to the ground.

The demon general was behind Jiang Zheliu, Gongyiyan was wearing a mask, holding a thin translucent blade in the palm of his hand, which was a thing of the Void Realm.

She looked at Jiang Zheliu who was parked in front of the Lord.

Just a moment ago, in order to prevent her from developing the sealing technique, Jiang Xianzun requested the assistance of Mingjing and He Sushua, trying to use the soul to awaken the Lord.

This awakening inevitably requires hands-on.

Just when Gongyiyan firmly vetoed, she looked at Jiang Xianzun and sighed, and took out a piece of shiny shards. Then, the shards instantly dissolved in his palm, making Jiang Ziliu stop at the midway cultivation level. Under his gaze, he returned to the top step by step.

Gongyiyan held her breath subconsciously, trying to reject the other party according to the Lord's instructions, but she couldn't say the words of rejection in the other party's eyes.

If it is a smart demon, at this moment, he should be directly sealed according to Wen Renye's words, and he should be exiled into the void. In addition to the racial mission, you can also...

She subconsciously glanced at Lord Demon Queen.

It's a pity that the demons don't seem to be smart enough in the first place.

Just as she held her breath and stared at Jiang Zheliu, she saw the venerable master with his bone wings unfolding stood up, and a long black knife was condensed in his palm.

……Hey, is this going, going to be domestic violence?

Wen Renye's eyes were still two bright demonic flames, and he couldn't find out where the focus of his vision was.

But his instincts were infected by the Dao of Killing.

The pitch-black long knife was held in his palm, and the violent and manic demonic energy pressed towards the surroundings, and the long tail of bone spurs slammed on the ground, hitting a crack.

Jiang Zheliu sighed, looking at the eyes of the little devil who couldn't see his emotions. He just tried to scan his consciousness, but the other party's primordial spirit was impenetrable, and he couldn't communicate at all, let alone wake it up.

His long hair was still snow-white, but it was cold and soft, and the color was like ice.

Ling Xiaojian trembled in a low voice.

Jiang Zheliu held the hilt of the sword, looked at the little devil who was beating with the magic flame in his eyes, pulled the corner of his lips, and said, "Can you be lighter this time?"

bang——

The swords collided, and as the force shifted and pressed back, the two peak blades burst into dazzling sparks.

Jiang Zheliu's mouth was shattered, and blood flowed from his fingers. His body was icy cold, his breath was cold, and under his pale eyelashes were pitch-black pupils, like thin snow falling at night.

The back collided with the cliff, and although the Taoist body was not seriously affected by the strong surge of spiritual power, the few remaining rocks on this land also collapsed and shattered, and the dust was dumped.

Ling Xiaojian held the ink knife, the killing intent overlapped with the cold air, and a powerful cyclone that others could not get close to hovered around.

The white clothes were pressed under the dark corners of the clothes and the bone armor.

Jiang Zheliu retracted his fingers, and the pain spread between the cracked fingers, making people overly awake.

He tilted his head, pressed close to Wen Renye's ear, and whispered, "It doesn't seem to work."

At this time, he was not so serious, but smiled lightly.

"Be gentle, little devil."