Chapter 118 Heavenly Demons

  The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains.

  Bai Yu jumped into the boat randomly.

  The sky is gloomy, the dark clouds are roaring, and in the rainy sky, the luxuriant trees are whining in the heavy rain, and the fine green leaves are crumbling.

  On the pitch-black sky, there are countless sorrows and sorrows.

  Jiang Wenyu hid in a dilapidated residential house, curled up.

  Through the window, she stared blankly at the brilliant flower blooming in the dark sky, and the dense ink clouds swayed away, revealing the bright white sword flower on the dome.

  Jiang Wenyu's chest felt like a knife had been twisted, she was trembling all over, and the pain was so oppressive that she couldn't breathe.

  She sat blankly in the corner, holding her curled legs with both hands, and her brows were filled with nostalgia and sadness. She pursed her lips, unable to control herself anymore, and sobbed while covering her face.

   "Mother..."

It was as if there was a big hole sucking her down, pulling her down, and when she never landed on the ground, she could not catch anything with both hands, but fell slowly, and her whole body rolled slowly, a bottomless hole, Quietly blowing its own echo.

   "It's right here, search carefully for me!"

   "Live to see people, die to see corpses!"

  Calls came from outside the street, and the guards in bunt warrior uniforms violently opened all the doors, arrested all the panic-stricken people inside, and searched carefully.

  The wooden door of the dilapidated dwelling was kicked open, and a group of people entered one after another, using the long sword in their hands to rule out all places where people could hide.

  A certain guard looked down at the dark dry well, and threw a torch into it.

  The fire flashed across, illuminating the scene at the bottom of the well.

  The deposited silt has been piled up for an unknown number of years, and the black water flows horizontally, exuding an unbearable stench.

  The guard took a look, put his palm in front of him and slapped it vigorously, then left with a frown.

   "Not here, next street!"

   Another quarter of an hour passed.

  A human figure suddenly arched in the smelly mud, and the figure covered in mud struggled to get up.

   Enduring the burning pain, Jiang Wenyu pulled the torch off his shoulder and threw it on the ground.

  The guard dropped the torch just now, and it just landed on Jiang Wenyu's back.

  The burning fire quickly dried up the wet sludge and began to burn the flesh of the latter.

  Jiang Wenyu could only endure the stench of the sludge and the pain of being roasted by the fireworks, and did not dare to crawl out of the sludge until there was no sound from above.

  As soon as she took her first breath of air, the well-clothed girl fell to her knees on the ground, retching like crazy, as if she was about to cough up her lungs.

   Another half hour later, when Jiang Wenyu crawled out from the bottom of the well, she was covered in disgusting dirty mud all over her body, and the black water that had been fermented for an unknown amount of time dripped down the corners of her clothes to the ground.

   "Mother is dead."

  Jiang Wenyu felt like a cotton-wrapped drumstick hitting Bumeng's drum in the back of his head, vaguely heavy, throbbing with pain.

  Since he could remember, Jiang Ming had been by Jiang Wenyu's side.

  Take her to play, take her to practice calligraphy, take her to practice knife,

When I was hungry, my mother would always serve hot fish soup; when I was injured, my mother would wipe away tears and bandage the wound for me; when I wanted to fight, my mother would always suppress it With my own cultivation, I endured the attack silently, just for myself to live more comfortably.

  In Jiang Wenyu's heart, Jiang Ming is the best mother in the world.

   Now, she's dead.

   "Revenge, I want you..."

"eye for eye!"

  Jiang Wenyu lowered her head, sparks of resentment burst out from her eyes, like the tide surging in her chest, engraved in her heart like a knife.

  She swallowed the hatred, her face under the mud was like a red-hot iron block, her white teeth stubbornly bit her thin lower lip, she didn't even know the flesh was broken.

  Jiang Wenyu's thoughts at this time are in a mess. In the chaotic head of thoughts, she obviously has no obvious concept of the pain she has suffered, nor does she have any definite impression of the outside world.

   There is always a rumbling sound in her ears, all Jiang Wenyu knows is that her pain is extremely terrible, she longs for revenge, longs for ruthless bloodthirsty revenge.

   "Gao Yuzhu, Gao Jiming..."

   "I'm going to peel your skin from your muscles, chop them up and feed them to the dogs. I want you to die without a place to bury you!"

  Jiang Wenyu gritted his teeth, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind and rain.

"well said."

   "But can you really do it?"

  Suddenly, a deep and deep voice sounded from behind Jiang Wenyu, and she could even feel a gust of hot wind blowing on her ears, making goosebumps appear all over her body.

   Turning around suddenly, a dazzling white saber light swept across her hand.

  The comer just waved his hand, and easily blocked Jiang Wenyu's knife.

   "You are badly injured and too weak."

  A burly figure in a black robe and a blank mask stood in front of her, stretching out two slender fingers against the tip of the Baihong knife.

  Jiang Wenyu remained silent, but suddenly turned back and slashed at the former's neck again.

   "You want revenge, Yu can help you."

  The tip of the knife suddenly stopped half an inch in front of the mask.

  The dirty girl looked coldly at the man in front of her, and said coldly:

   "No need, I can take revenge myself."

   "Only you?"

The man in black sneered, "Do you know who Gao Yuzhu is? Princess Duanming of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the biological sister of Emperor Yan, with your strength as a location, even if you were given a hundred years, you would not be able to meet Gao Yuzhu." A cold hair of Yuzhu."

   "Not to mention whether you will be able to see Gao Yuzhu in the future, even now, without Yu's help, it will be difficult for you to escape Heluo County alive."

   "Ridiculous."

  Jiang Wenyu looked at the man in black coldly, "However, the guards in the inner scene, as long as I act carefully, I will be able to leave smoothly."

   "Ridiculous?"

  The corners of the black-robed man's mouth curled up under the mask, "The five first-class sects in Changbei Prefecture besieged and killed Jiang Ming, how could they forget you, Jiang Ming's only daughter."

   "It's just that those masters of Shenyi are busy fighting for your mother's body, looking for Gao Yuzhu to exchange for what they want."

   "And you, are left to their disciples to play a game of cat and mouse."

   "It can be said that from now on, what you have to face is the pursuit and killing of martial artists of the same generation in the entire Changbei, and even the entire Jiujiang martial arts."

   "I won't talk about it now, you're in trouble."

   As soon as the words fell, Jiang Wenyu felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the burly man in black disappeared from her eyes.

   Immediately afterwards, a piercing shout sounded.

  Jiang Wenyu followed the voice and saw several figures rushing towards him.

   Seeing clearly the appearance of the young man in the front with black sleeves in an arrow robe, Jiang Wenyu's eyes turned scarlet, and his ferocity could not be stopped.

  Sifang Wuguan, Sifang Wuguan!

  If it wasn't for this group of dogs who crawled around and drugged secretly, with the strength of my mother and Uncle Li, how could they lose to these godly fighters who are just silver guns and candle heads, and they all died.

  With one thought, the murderous intent in Jiang Wenyu's heart couldn't stop escaping.

  Jiang Wenyu's pupils gradually turned into vertical pupils, sharp claws grew from his hands and feet, and a long tiger tail protruded from his back.

  The next moment, step out on the ground and run away!

"die!"

   A shrill scream sounded, full of resentment.

   It's a pity that the mournful cry is not as fast as the sword glow.

  It was a black long sword with flowing lines all over the body.

   Following the sword glow, a black sword light appeared, extremely sharp.

  Wherever it went, there was not even a slight cracking sound.

   "Jiang Wenyu, your head is on the neck, and my Sifang Martial Art Museum has accepted it!"

  The young man in the arrow robe and black sleeves laughed loudly when he saw this:

   "Follow that shameless mother of yours to meet the Hades!"

  …

  It is still raining heavily.

  The violent storm has escaped and is galloping with thunderous momentum. The lightning strikes one after another, like a red-chained snake covered in fire, flying across the sky, illuminating the clouds rolled by the chaotic and turbulent waves.

  Jiang Wenyu clutched his lower abdomen, blood gushing out, his body staggered and his steps were flimsy as he moved.

  She listened to the sound of footsteps coming from far behind in the thick rain curtain.

  Despair spread in the bottom of my heart.

  Jiang Wenyu sighed deeply, and said wearily: "I agree to your terms, but you must help me avenge!"

   While speaking, Jiang Wenyu stopped in her tracks, she couldn't hold on any longer.

   "Naturally, Yu Xianglai said."

  At some point, a burly figure in a black robe and a blank mask stood beside Jiang Wenyu, shielding her from the constant wind and rain.

   "I will lend you a knife."

  Looking at the pursuers, the man in black took Jiang Wenyu's Baihong knife and walked forward slowly.

  The thunder falls, and the white rainbow rises!

  No one knows how terrifying power is contained in this knife finger, only from the angry eyes of everyone who retreated like a thunderbolt on the opposite side.

   Visible.

  Jiang Wenyu saw that the black-robed man's five fingers flicked, and the terrifying shock had been transmitted from the Baihong knife to his fingers, palms, arms, shoulders... until the whole body!

  Like a meteor chasing the moon, the knife light quickly approached, blooming with black splendor, the line of sight seemed to be distorted by the thick rain curtain, and the displayed image was somewhat blurred.

  The forceful wind directly shattered the rubble and broken rafters on the ground, making a crackling sound.

  The white rainbow knife in the hands of the black-robed man screamed for a long time, and it was pushed out violently in an instant, as fast as lightning, and the black storm became more violent, and it was overwhelming.

  Yin Ming Dao Jing · Dao Shan Hell!

As for sheep, it doesn't matter if you don't like sheep, but you can't scold him. Killers include killing people, slaughtering cats and dogs, cattle and sheep, because the underworld is different from the underworld, where there is no distinction between high and low, cows, horses, cats, dogs and people , are collectively referred to as living beings, and those who commit one of the above two crimes will be thrown into the Daoshan Hell after death, stripped naked, and made to climb up the Daoshan Hell naked.

  The chasing warrior was in a trance, only feeling that he was hanging naked on the mountain of swords, enduring the pain like a knife cutting his body, the excruciating pain was unbearable.

  In Jiang Wenyu's eyes, the black-robed man's sword skills are very sharp, and his moves are simple and fast, without any fancy or false moves.

  Holding the Baihong knife in his hand, he leaped like flying, and the electric light rustled.

   It's just one cut, but the heads are rolling.

  At this time, a huge lightning bolt illuminated the entire sky, and it galloped across the shadows of buildings and trees, splitting the sky and the ground in two like a frightening machete.

   And the man in black was right in the center of the lightning bolt, like a ghost from the underworld, harvesting the lives of the living beings in the underworld.

   "Keep your promise, let go of your heart, and give priority to the rest."

  The deep voice of the man in black suddenly rang in Jiang Wenyu's ears, pulling her back from her thoughts.

  Jiang Wenyu looked back and took a deep look at the direction where Jiang Ming fell.

   Then she turned around again, knelt down on one knee, and lowered her head.

  The man in black looked at Jiang Wenyu with satisfaction, and the strange syllables poured out of his mouth, which were deeply imprinted in the latter's spiritual consciousness.

   "No conflicts are allowed, even if there is discomfort, endure it!"

  Hearing the cold voice of the man in black, Jiang Wenyu had no choice but to resist the dizzy pain in his head, and gritted his teeth.

   I don't know how long it has passed.

  Jiang Wenyu could only feel the raindrops falling on his body gradually disappearing.

  The rain stopped.

   "From now on, you are one of the demons, and your name is..."

   "Bitter cold."

  Bithan raised his eyes, then lowered his head after a while.

   "Slave bitter cold, see my lord."

   "Da Zizai Tian."

  …

   "You mean to say that Li Qingtian, the master of the Sifang Martial Art Museum, "Ink Dragon in Wine", was conspired against by the remaining brothers and took away the Sifang Martial Arts Hall's family business?"

  In the dark alley, Chen Yuyan walked with Bitter Han, who was half a body behind him, with his head bowed, respectful.

   "Exactly, if they hadn't poisoned Li Qingtian and Zhao Buhu, my mother would never have fallen to this point."

"Li Qingtian's son Li Wen was also hunted down everywhere like me. If the demons are still developing today, if my lord can save him and promise to avenge him, with Li Wen's temperament, he will naturally do his best to help him. My Lord works."

   "If it works."

   "My lord has gained another capable general."

  Bithan lowered his head and said in a steady voice.

   "Shan, go and have a look with Yu."

  Chen Yuyan, wearing a blank mask, suddenly accelerated, and disappeared into the alley with Jiang Wenyu.

   There is a reason why Jiang Wenyu should be called bitter cold now.

   There are seven rituals in the inheritance of the immortal **** "Da Zi Zai God", regardless of the order of difficulty. Only when all seven rituals are completed can one be qualified to be promoted to Da Zi Zai God.

  One of them is to destroy Buddhism.

  It refers to the destruction of this generation of Buddhism. As long as the gods of Buddhism are still there, the inheritance of Buddhism will never be cut off.

  Even if all the bald donkeys die, there will be reincarnated Buddhist gods with their own wisdom roots, and continue to promote Buddhist concepts.

  Southern Ming worshiped Taoism, and Northern Wei worshiped Buddha.

  As the state religion of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Buddhism can be said to have been closely tied to the Gao family. Even the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty had to shave his head and become a monk before he ascended the throne.

  Both sides are prosperous and both are prosperous, and both sides are lost.

  If you want to uproot Buddhism, the Gao family is the biggest obstacle in the way.

   It is almost impossible to destroy the Northern Wei Dynasty together, but there is no need to do this step.

  Chen Yuyan glanced sideways at Bitter Cold who was walking with her head down. Her body was covered with blood from the Gao family of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

  However, it is still early to discuss these matters. Even if Chen Yuyan has stepped into the divine mind, it is still just a mirror, a castle in the air.

  But the foundation of the demons must be laid now.

   This will be Chen Yuyan's capital to sweep the rivers and lakes in the future, and it will also be his team to fight for the position of the seventh generation of Dazizi.

  Chen Yuyan still remembers that there are many inheritances in Jianghu that have not yet had successors, but because the sequences are different, they are not suitable for him.

  As long as the framework of the demons is built, then this information will be useful.

  Chen Yuyan raised his head. Although the sky was gloomy, there was already a glimmer of light falling through the clouds.

  Jianghu Calendar.

  Thousands of years ago.

  Guimao year, Guichou month, Xinsi day.

  The heavenly demons were established, and my lord rose to power. After decades, all the world has bowed to it.

  There is a poem saying:

  Water runs through the southern country for three thousand miles.

  Atmospheric Jiangcheng Fourteen States!

  (end of this chapter)