Fantasy: Transform into an ancient demon and slaughter the world!

After Gu Changge and Xiao Heizi went into seclusion, Wu Xin did not leave, but waited quietly in Tianbao Tower.

There was a small hill moved from other places in the courtyard where he was, and clear spring water flowed down, accompanied by the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

There was a tall phoenix tree in the courtyard, which had lived for thousands of years, with lush branches and trunks, covering the sky and the sun.

An old man said that "the phoenix will not live without a phoenix", and the longer this phoenix tree lives, the more spiritual it is, and it can attract the mythical beast phoenix, so it is widely planted by wealthy families.

It is already the golden autumn season, the autumn wind is bleak, and the soft leaves of the phoenix tree have faded from green and turned into yellow leaves.

The autumn wind blows, and the yellow leaves fall, which has a unique charm.

Wuxin sat cross-legged under the sycamore tree, with his hands clasped together, and a faint Buddha light shone all over his body, as if he had merged with the falling yellow leaves.

After an unknown period of time, Wuxin's eyes slowly opened, and a touch of tenderness slowly dissipated, like a past in the mortal world...

Wuxin waved his sleeves, and then the pen, ink, paper and inkstone all appeared. The fine rice paper was waved in the air. Wuxin held the brush and began to write.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and connected to the sky."

"The evening wind blows the willows and the sound of the flute is faint, the sunset is beyond the mountains..."

Every stroke is like an experience on paper.

In the sea of ​​blood and corpses, the handsome monk pulled the little girl out. Seeing that her heart was pierced by a sword, he dug out his Buddha heart and gave it to her.

From then on, the monk and the little girl followed each other. Wherever the monk went, the little girl followed.

In the vast desert, the sun was setting, the monk was walking in front, his whole body was illuminated by the red sunset, and the little girl followed behind, her eyes blurred. Even if she didn't drink water for several days and nights, she didn't feel thirsty at all...

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, willow branches were hanging down. The monk admired the beautiful scenery, but the little girl only had the monk in her eyes...

More than 20 years later, the little girl had grown up and was a beautiful woman in the world.

The monk suddenly said he wanted to go back.

The girl didn't think much, and quietly packed her bags, ready to leave with the monk.

However, this time the monk didn't take her with him.

The monk was indifferent to the little girl's crawling and crying behind him.

"Fate comes and goes, our fate has ended. Donor, you have your own way to go, and I have my own mission to complete."

After saying this, the monk completely disappeared from the girl's sight.

The girl cried for many days, and she only knew that her eyes were swollen and her tears had dried. She covered her aching heart and vowed to practice well, and then went to the monk for an answer...

Wuxin put away the brush, leaving only the black and white words in front of him.

Obviously there is no heart, why is there still a trace of disorder?

"Amitabha."

Wuxin put his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, and began to recite the Buddhist scriptures silently.

"Da Da Da..."

Just then, Zhao Yanran's figure slowly walked over.

It is rumored that Buddhism has a thorough understanding of "fate", so Zhao Yanran wanted to ask for advice.

But when Zhao Yanran stepped into the courtyard and saw the words written by Wuxin, she was stunned.

"What a sad and beautiful poem..."

Zhao Yanran seemed to have come to the ancient pavilion. It was still the bleak autumn, with a small bridge and flowing water, and the sky was hazy, adding a touch of desolation.

This is a place of parting, with lingering affection, which makes people feel reluctant.

It seems that a man and a woman have fallen in love here, but are forced to separate here...

"Pah--"

A drop of clear tears fell, and Zhao Yanran finally woke up.

Zhao Yanran was easy to put herself in, because she was entangled in love...

"What did Master Wuxin go through? To be able to write such a sad and beautiful poem."

Zhao Yanran murmured in confusion in her heart.

"Yanran donor is here?" Wuxin slowly opened his eyes and regained his calmness and gentleness.

He waved his sleeves, and the rice paper in front of him was put away.

"Meet Master Wuxin."

Zhao Yanran bowed.

"Donor Yanran, there is no need to be polite." Wuxin smiled faintly, then stood up and said.

Zhao Yanran accepted the etiquette, and then couldn't help asking: "Master Wuxin, is the poem you just wrote about your own experience?"

Hearing this, Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Just some insignificant memories."

"Insignificant? Really..." Zhao Yanran was a little unconvinced, how could that sad and beautiful poem be insignificant?

"Donor Yanran, I wonder what you came to see me for

? "

Wuxin asked, changing the subject.

Zhao Yanran put away her thoughts and replied, "Master Wuxin, Yanran came here to ask you about my fate."

Hearing this, Wuxin smiled, "Donor Yanran thinks too highly of me. The word 'fate' is illusory, how can I see through it?"

"But if Donor Yanran wants to know the answer, why don't you ask him in person?"

Hearing Wuxin's words, Zhao Yanran's beautiful eyes flashed with two brilliant rays, "Ask him in person?"

"Thank you, Master Wuxin, Yanran knows what to do."

"I won't disturb Master Wuxin's practice."

Zhao Yanran smiled faintly and then turned and left.

"Donor Yanran, take care."

Watching Zhao Yanran leave, Wuxin said slowly.

"Namo Amitabha. "

Wuxin put his hands together, and then continued to sit cross-legged in meditation to stabilize his heart of Tao.

A hundred years ago, he traveled the world in order to experience the world and forge a perfect heart of Tao.

But after that trip, he had no heart. As for whether his heart of Tao was really perfect, even he himself didn't know.

…

It was originally quiet and peaceful outside Tianbao Tower, but the weather became colder and colder. In just a few minutes, heavy snow fell.

The cold air spread out, and the rivers within a radius of hundreds of miles were frozen.

"Ha!"

"What's going on? It's only autumn, why is it snowing?"

"No, this cold air is not simple!"

"Everyone be alert, there is an enemy attack! "

On the tower, hundreds of disciples noticed something was wrong, so they all became alert.

Just then, a beautiful figure appeared silently.

She was wearing a light blue long skirt and had a pair of slender and straight legs. Every time her jade feet landed, a cold light was born and the power of the domain emerged.

The three thousand black hair fell on her shoulders, adding a touch of nobility and coldness.

A pair of beautiful eyes flashed with starlight, as if covering the entire Milky Way.

She was Mu Chenxi, who ranked first on the Rouge List, and also ranked in the top three on the Monster List.

All the proud men in the whole Zhongzhou admired Mu Chenxi, but Mu Chenxi was like a snow lotus on a mountain peak, which could be admired but not desecrated.

She was the saint of the super power Xuanbing Sect. Whether it was beauty or cultivation strength, she was a top-notch existence among the younger generation.

"Mu Chenxi from the Xuanbing Sect came to visit Tianbao Tower. "

Mu Chenxi opened her red lips slightly, and a cold voice came out, accompanied by a chill, falling on the entire Tianbao Tower.

In the courtyard, Wuxin's eyes suddenly opened.

Feeling the chill around him, Wuxin narrowed his eyes and murmured: "You are here after all..."

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The end-of-chapter easter egg, Mu Chenxi.

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