I am your natural enemy

"The Pain Demon (Demon King)."

"A demon king from another dimension outside this world.

Hundreds of years ago, he was sacrificed by a small sect and set his sights on this world for the first time.

Unfortunately, hundreds of years of accumulation were not enough for him to come, until he met a witch.

As a devil, his species is very rare and has no interest in human souls. They are only interested in pain.

He uses pain as his strength and pain as his foundation, and can absorb the pain of other living beings, including his own, as strength.

When he has the power of pain to absorb, no force can completely eliminate it.

Unfortunately, the most indispensable thing in this world is pain.

The difference is just more or less.

From the moment he arrives, no matter where he is, he will never be eliminated.

And he believed that pain was a blessing, so he believed that he was different from those devils who defrauded human souls by bewitching them.

He believed that he was just spreading blessings and spreading what he thought was the best throughout the world.

It's a pity that humans can't understand him, and neither can other devils.

He has never been able to truly spread his power to the world, which makes him very painful. "

"Temporary capabilities are being generated..."

Wen Yan was stunned. What did "being generated" mean?

This was the first time he encountered this situation.

"Get out of the car and hold the magic sword with both hands." The voice of the seventh master's uncle sounded next to him.

Wen Yan got out of the car with the magic sword in his hand. He held the sword in both hands and stood in front of him.

"Remember me, Taiyi will seek help from the ten directions to rescue the suffering Heavenly Lord."

"Recite it one hundred and eight times, don't think about anything else, have no distracting thoughts in your heart, be sincere in your heart, inspire the blazing sun, do it to the maximum extent, don't hesitate, don't be afraid."

Wen Yan took a breath and finally knew what the Fierce Sun Jade that his uncle from the Eighth Master had given him was going to do.

In order to clear his mind from distracting thoughts, he closed his eyes and stimulated the yang energy in Lieyang Jade, blessing himself to the maximum extent.

The yang energy contained in that Fierce Yang Jade was so huge that he couldn't use it up even if he stimulated it with all his strength.

Then, in addition to blessing himself, he also guided it towards the magic sword in his hand.

Suddenly, a light visible to the naked eye bloomed from Wen Yan's body, and the seventh master's uncle squinted his eyes and stepped back slightly.

The fierce radiance slowly spread to the surroundings. The little devils around him were enveloped in the radiance and were purified on the spot.

Wen Yan closed his eyes, calmed down and read in a deep voice.

"Taiyi is looking for help from all directions to save the suffering god."

He chanted over and over again, and the sound spread in all directions along with the light.

…

On the edge of the cliff of the sea of ​​clouds, the old master suddenly opened his eyes, with a somewhat surprised look on his face, and looked towards the direction of Nanwu County.

"Huh? As for making such a big scene?"

Master Tian sensed it carefully, and his expression became serious.

"The Heaven-given Treasures have been used. It seems that the monster from the outside world is indeed a bit troublesome."

He came to the altar behind him, held the fly whisk in his hand, and flicked it, and flames ignited in the surrounding stone lanterns.

He pinched a Taiyi Seal, stood behind the altar, and wrote down a talisman. The talisman ignited without fire and turned into ashes, soaring into the sky.

Then the old Heavenly Master lowered his eyelids and recited Taiyi's instructions to save the suffering Heavenly Lord.

On the huge altar, turbulent power fluctuations continued to emerge. In the sea of ​​clouds under the cliff, as soon as there was a wave, it was forcibly suppressed by this wave.

And the other side.

Wen Yan closed his eyes tightly, held the sword in both hands, listened to the words of his seventh master uncle, and tried his best.

The yang energy in his body had been aroused to the point of burning, and the ordinary wooden sword in his hand turned into red gold.

As he recited the holy name over and over again, the Yang Qi was blessed with an unknown amount of energy that exceeded the limit of his own Yang Qi, and the Water Official Urn for Solving Disasters also lit up on the back of his right hand.

The brilliance that ordinary people cannot see follows the magic sword and reaches the sky.

The next moment, the sky was filled with dark clouds and pouring rain, covering the entire city of Dezhou in an instant.

In the heavy rain, the eighth master's uncle stopped his hand. He looked back at Wen Yan, who was holding a sword with his eyes closed, feeling a little stunned.

"It won't be so big, right?"

The next moment, the Pain Demon King, who had been beaten countless times and still had no reaction, changed drastically after being exposed to the rain.

He raised his head and looked towards the north, and saw heavy rain in the sky, as if it had gathered into a big river, winding down from the sky.

A divine radiance bloomed at the end of the river, and a pressure that only the Demon King of Pain could feel descended.

Then, he saw a wave rolling down in the river. On top of the wave, a god was shining with light all over his body. He was sitting cross-legged on the throne, with layers of round light behind his head.

Beside him, there was a smiling girl wearing colorful clothes and a gorgeous skirt.

As the two gods transformed by radiance fell, the heavy rain in the sky seemed to stop, and the rain on the ground turned into solid ice.

The rain that was still falling began to freeze layer by layer, turning into icicles that connected the sky and the ground.

All the devils raging in De City were frozen in place and turned into ice sculptures.

There were the most ice spikes around the Pain Demon King, suppressing him in place.

He finally started to feel scared.

Because of the ice spikes that pierced his body, he didn't feel any pain.

All the painful power around him seemed to have lost its fluidity and was gradually frozen.

But in this seemingly frozen world, Wen Yan was not affected in any way. Instead, he closed his eyes and looked relaxed.

The fatigue of the body and some of the ailments of the elderly seemed to have disappeared from the old face of the uncle of the Seventh Master, and he bowed respectfully.

"Fuyu Mountain Wuzhenzi, pays homage to Yuchen Tianzun, and pays homage to the goddess of evil."

The eighth master's uncle knelt on the ground without even raising his head.

Originally, I just took the opportunity to give Wen Yan a chance to borrow the contemporary Heavenly Master's magic sword to see if Wen Yan could enlighten himself and directly complete the process of building the foundation of the spiritual platform. Even if he no longer has the talent to practice Taoism, he would be able to practice Taoism in the future.

Unexpectedly, I don’t know how Lao Qi taught him, but he directly asked Wen Yan to create such a big scene.

The same goes for Heavenly Master, and he actually joined in to make such a big deal.

He was so depressed that he almost died of discomfort.

The uncle of the Seventh Master also didn't expect that Wen Yan actually had a divine talisman, and he never heard Wen Yan say anything about it.

Use the divine talisman to sway people, don't forget that after the goddess of disaster relief ascended, she lost her self-awareness.

But the instinct is still there, otherwise there wouldn’t be legends about gods and goddesses having their own likes and dislikes.

They thought that the Goddess Jiehe's only divine talisman was taken away by Longhu Mountain, but they didn't expect that it was given to Wen Yan.

Wen Yan borrowed the Heavenly Master's magic sword, and coupled with the Heavenly Master's personal help, at this time of shaking people, the goddess of relief will definitely appear.

Warmly reciting Taiyi from all directions to save the suffering Goddess, the Goddess of Disasters actually went to shake people, so that all the Dharma signs of Yuchen Tianzun in the North Xuan Shang came to him.

This is one of the incarnations of Taiyi, the Lord of Suffering.

The Seventh Master's uncle felt that the scene was a bit too big, and it wouldn't be...

Originally, the Heavenly Master didn't come, so he passed on a message, which meant that Taiyi saved the God of Pain, and any one of his many incarnations was the father of the Demon King of Pain.

It's enough to just hire an incarnation of the Dharma whose functions can match him. It's really not necessary to hire a Heavenly Lord just for a demon king of pain who is not in his peak state.

But now, it's here, and there's no doubt about it.

His functions were suppressed and frozen, and the Demon King of Pain was unable to spend money.

At least on the land of China, he can't make waves.

When Wen Yan opened his eyes, he was startled when he saw the whole city seemed to be frozen.

Are all Heavenly Master's magic swords so powerful?

When he looked up again, he saw two Dharma figures in the sky. He could only recognize the Goddess of Disaster. He didn't know who the other one was. His uncle from the seventh master bowed down and his uncle from the eighth master knelt down.

After thinking about it, the goddess of relief was standing beside him, but the big boss was sitting. As the saying goes, it's not strange to pay tribute to many people, so he followed the eighth master's uncle and saluted.

And since he is of a lower seniority, he must have more etiquette than his uncle, the eighth master.

When he raised his head and looked at the Demon of Pain, the Demon of Pain was already lying on the ground, with his body prostrate to the ground, with fear in his eyes.

At this time, the prompts given by the natural enemy profession changed again in a timely manner.

"The Pain Demon (Demon King)."

“The Demon King, who had not yet begun to recover his strength, was severely beaten by the Divine System of China.

He didn't know that such a chaotic and complicated divine system had a special benefit.

There is always someone who can target a monster with a special personality like him.

He could no longer absorb the power of pain, because all the power of pain around him was frozen.

Now, there is a choice before you.

You can choose to kill it.

After killing him, due to the special nature of his personality, his personality cannot be erased, and he will return to his hometown and be reborn.

According to his understanding of pain, he will never give up on this world and will definitely find an opportunity to come again.

Or, choose something else according to your inner thoughts. "

"Temporary abilities: The true meaning of pain."

Wen Yan was directly equipped with temporary abilities.

Then, he suddenly felt the so-called power of pain. Just feeling it made him feel the same and made him feel uncomfortable all over.

When the uncle of the seventh master was about to do something, Wen Yan stopped the uncle of the seventh master.

"Wait a minute, let me try."

Then, he took out his phone and called Minister Cai.

"Don't move, you guys. I have some ideas. Let's try it out."

In order to prevent the Pain Demon King from absorbing power, most of the power this time is remotely controlled unmanned equipment. In the current state of the Pain Demon King, if he is killed by any method, he will go directly back to his hometown.

Wen Yan felt the two choices in the prompt, only children made the choice, and adults wanted both.

Try it first, and if it doesn't work, give him a one-way ticket back to his hometown.

Holding the Heavenly Master's magic sword in his hand, he walked step by step to the Demon King of Pain who was suppressed on the spot. He saw that the Demon King of Pain was still unruly and looked at him with his head held high.

"May I have your name?"

The Demon King of Pain muttered out a long string of words, and Wen Yan could clearly understand a few of the syllables.

"Oh, keep it simple, Goswell."

"I'm going to give you two a choice now. Either I'll give you a one-way ticket to your hometown, or we can talk about, for example, the true meaning of pain."

The Demon King of Pain was stabbed precisely in his vital point, and he suddenly lost his composure.

"What do you know? Only I understand the true meaning of pain!"

Wen Yan was happy, he stretched out a hand and touched the head of the Pain Demon King.

"The pain I feel is even greater than yours!"

The Pain Demon King didn't care about anything else, and he didn't care even if he killed him, but this was the only thing he cared about very much.

He accepted Wen Yan's challenge without hesitation.

The next moment, their consciousnesses appeared in the void together.

"Come on, let someone know how to feel pain."

In the void, as soon as the Demon King of Pain thought, he transformed into a scene of purgatory. Countless people were suffering from the pain of purgatory, wailing and torturing, all over every corner of the place.

"That's it?" Wen Yan was a little disdainful.

The Demon King of Pain continues to change everything here, and there are even scenes of some cultists worshiping the Demon King of Pain.

Wen Yan frowned as he looked at these shocking images.

"It's too superficial. It's still bloody and bloody, and blood is everywhere. It's too outdated."

"What do you say."

As soon as Wen Yan's thoughts moved, he saw a bloody man who had been tortured in purgatory fly out of the screen.

"Has he been numb for such a long time? Look, his wailing seems so monotonous."

With a thought, Wen Yan transformed into a city.

He threw into it the inhuman figure tortured in purgatory.

They stood above the city, overlooking everything here. The painful power here was constantly steaming up like smoke.

“There are many kinds of pain, and the pain of the body cannot compare with the pain of the soul.

The pain of the soul cannot compare with the pain of the heart.

The pain of the soul is nothing compared to the long-lasting torture. "

They looked at the person and started over as a baby.

"You see, just being born is painful."

"Start from birth, get information, and understand death, then you must begin to welcome death.

Because people don't know when death will come.

This process is a long torture. "

The Pain Demon King pointed at the tall boy in the picture, and the boy was smiling happily at this moment.

"You know what the heck, the happiness at the moment is to set off the pain later.

If you want it sweet, add some salt, you know?

Without foil, is the pain still pain?

When there is only pain, what is that pain? "

The Pain Demon King was unable to answer the question for a moment.

Then, he looked behind him and saw the young man's heartbroken look after losing his love.

After thinking about it, I had to pinch my nose and admit that what Wen Yan said made sense. Without foreshadowing or foil, the pain would not have been so intense.

Time passed quickly on the screen, Wen Yan continued.

"If you look at his life, in Tao terms, color is suffering, love is suffering, greed is suffering, being inconsistent with reality is suffering, name and body are suffering.

Let his heart, spirit, shape, essence, and body all suffer pain and torture.

Is your temporary pain, the pain of death, okay? "

The picture continued to flow, and when the man got old, looking at the old man in the picture, Wen Yan continued.

“According to the Buddha’s teaching, birth, old age, illness, death, separation from love, meeting of resentment and hatred, lack of what you want, and the blazing of the five negative emotions.

He has also experienced it from beginning to end, can you do it? "

At the moment when the old man in the picture died, Wen Yan pointed to the children next to him.

"Look, even if he endures so much pain and dies in the end, he can still bring long-lasting pain to others, can you?

And these pains cycle back and forth, never-ending, do you think you can do it?

I say your version is out of date, and my understanding of pain is better than yours. Are you still not convinced? "

The Pain Demon King looked at all this with a dazed expression.

"What's this?"

"This is a person's complete life, and everyone's pain is different."

The Demon King of Pain looked even more confused.

"Then isn't this a paradise of pain?"

Wen Yan reached out and patted the Pain Demon King hard on the shoulder.

"Coswell, haven't you been committed to spreading the glory of pain all over the world?

Congratulations, the world you came to is actually a paradise of pain.

The real paradise of pain is more complete and more diverse than you expected.

You have achieved your ultimate goal as a Demon King!

Even if there were pain demons before, no one could compare to you. "

"No, no, no..." Goswell covered his head and shook his head wildly.

"What's wrong? Just tell me. I'm all ears."

"It's not like this, it's not like this, how can the paradise of pain be like this?"

Wen Yan looked at the city below and said seriously.

"This world is a paradise of pain that is much more complicated than your purgatory. Your purgatory can never be compared to this. At least for you, the Demon King of Pain, this is a paradise of pain. You can imagine it. All pain has happened here before.”

"Gaswell, your final long-cherished wish has been fulfilled from the moment you stepped into this world."

"It's just that you have accepted too much backward information and you didn't realize it yourself."

"What you discovered is that the power of pain is everywhere here, and you have become a slave to the power of pain."

"You have forgotten that your long-cherished wish has never been power."

"You are lost."

Goswell's eyes were blank, floating here blankly.

He just looked at the various and countless pains in a world without any interference from the power of pain.

The mentality is broken.

Wen Yan looked at the city below. He was not lying. At least this world is many, many generations ahead of the version that Gauswell understands...

"Then who am I?"

The long-cherished wish of countless years was suddenly in front of him, and it was better than he expected. He was at a loss, not knowing who he was or what he was going to do.

"You don't need to do anything. If you are really free, you can go to the hospital to relieve the final pain of critically ill patients."

"I am the Pain Demon!"

"You can't even do this little thing, and you still dare to call yourself the Demon King of Pain? Goswell, forget the name of the Demon King of Pain. You have been lost in power for too long."

Everything around him returned to the original state. Goswell was lying on the ground, and the ice edges spreading on his body spread along the cracks in his heart.

His personality was infected and frozen.

And he was lying on the ground, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked like his Taoist heart had collapsed, allowing his personality to be sealed.

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