The autumn wind blows the ground, and the withered yellow leaves are floating all over the sky.

The sun shines on the dilapidated thatched cottage, leaving a hint of warmth.

After Song Qianji left, Meng Zhengxian was still sitting in his original position. The cold noodle soup was still on the table.

Suddenly, birds and birds flew in a hurry, and hundreds of beasts competed.

Black shadows flew across the sky, dense forests, and smoke and dust were striking as they rose and fell.

Meng Zhengxian closed his eyes and pinched the Buddhist beads. He seemed to have never seen any abnormalities, nor could he feel the spiritual changes of the entire mountain.

The mountain wind blows the falling white hair, and the mood is bleak.

A sudden shout:

"Meng Zhengxian, back then I was willing to take you as my master, hoping that you could revitalize the evil path, launch a war of good and evil in the cultivation world, and kill the might of the righteous path! But when you build the Golden Palace, both good and evil paths can be unhindered. If you don't think about taking it, you are greedy for pleasure, how can you be the master of the evil path?"

The speaker disappeared, and the voices were sometimes far and sometimes approaching, and seemed to fall from the sky, and sometimes close.

Anyone who hears it will be frightened and guesses where the enemy will attack.

Meng Zhengxian still sat still.

The evil way is not enough for young people, and the dragons cannot be defeated without a leader.

The emergence of Meng Zhengxian undoubtedly made the evil monks ignite hope.

He is gifted and has a fast step, and acts unscrupulously. He is a real big devil.

The most important thing is that, if you are young enough, you must have the ambition to expand your territory and spread the world.

Xu people led the evil demons to fight an earth-shaking battle with the righteous, and then entered the Central Plains and snatched the abundant fairy mountain treasure land and the rich spiritual stone mine.

From then on, the evil paths no one has to wander and hide in remote places such as the Sea of ​​the West.

But Meng Zhengxian did this.

Another shouted:

"Now that the Golden Palace has been destroyed, the cultivation realm says that you are held hostage by Song Qianji, and the righteous path is watching our words. You indulge the murderer and leave the West Sea alone! With one order, you will let the whole evil path accompany you to chase and kill!"

This sound is sometimes sharp and strange, and it makes people feel scared when they hear it.

‌Meng Zhengxian is still pinching Buddhist beads.

"You have become more and more absurd and cruel over the years and are no longer worthy of being the master of evil ways! You should hand over the keys of the underground treasure house and the treasure map, and abdicate and give way to the wise!"

The third voice was extremely thick and the words were loudly sound, like a mountain pressing towards the thatched cottage.

The roof of the thatched hut burst.

Meng Zhengxian sat among the flying grass chips and finally opened his eyes. He had no expression on his face, and no anger, as if he was just a little tired:

"Since I'm here to kill someone, why bother to talk nonsense?"

‌Imperient attitude completely angered.

Black poisonous fog surged out from the ground, corroding the grass and trees.

The raging crows were like black clouds, landing from the sky with strange screams.

The burning arrows engraved with runes shot out from all directions in the four years, and the fire on the arrow turned out to be faint blue.

The killing moves in the sky and the ground were activated at the same time, and the broken thatched cottage was instantly trapped in the siege.

Meng Zhengxian raised his hand, and the eighteen red jade Buddhist beads spread out between his fingers, surrounding him and spinning rapidly.

‌It seems that it is a step slower, black fog has hit, crows have arrived, and the blue rocket has been nailed to the table.

The sound of arrows breaking through the black fog, the sound of crows flapping their wings, and the sound of corroding earth sounds, but there are people.

The man wrapped in a black cloak said, "I ran away!"

The thin monk with a poisonous sore face frowned and said, "No, this demon's breath is still there."

The fat old man turned his eyes and shouted loudly: "Listen to everyone, Meng Zhengxian is injured, and he must not miss his chance. Who can cut off the head of a person and give him tens of millions of spirit stones!"

Various flags appeared in the mountains and forests, like the tide sweeping across the sea, and launched a charge towards the thatched cottage.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a sound fell with the wind:

"Crow Po, Poison Old Man, Yinhuo Old Demon, you bring people to kill me, and you must have the enlightenment to be buried here."

...

The closer Song Qianji is to the thatched cottage, the more he feels.

The earth seemed to be burned by fire, burning black and hot, and no grass grew.

There is a pungent fishy smell in the sky, which makes people feel annoyed.

The unrecognizable corpses and limbs flow downstream, dyeing the river water red.

Anyone can see that there has just been a fierce battle ahead.

"When I come, I'm afraid the leader is the older generation of evil devils. When I heard Xiao Meng's call for help, I wonder if I had successfully broken through? It's okay, my old injuries were healed at this time and I was in full swing. Who can stop me?"

Song Qianji put two miasma-avoiding talismans on himself, picked up his sword and rushed into the rolling black fog.

‌With the broken limbs and broken arrows all over the ground, he swung a sword, split the black fog, and finally saw the scene in front of him.

Meng Zhengxian's white hair flew, his pupils were blood red, and his vermilion tattoo seemed to come alive, growing and wandering on his fair skin, like burning flames and flowing blood.

The eighteen Buddhist beads were bright red, covering Meng Zhengxian.

Countless blood-colored vines grew from their wrists, dripping with bright red juice, which was extremely strange.

Countless figures were tightly wrapped by vines, struggling in the air without any power, and could not make any sound. The vines greedily absorbed flesh and blood, and the human body was shriveled, and in the blink of an eye, only a piece of skin was left.

The three were forced to kneel at Meng Zhengxian's feet and cried and begged for mercy.

A thin monk with a poisonous sore face said:

"I know I'm wrong! I'm willing to offer my own poisonous banner to the evil Buddha to exchange for a cheap life."

Meng Zhengxian slapped his head with one palm, slapped a skull.

Plasma marrow fluid splatters and bones are splattered.

Even though Song Qianji saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel scared and sweated all over, and he woke up completely with a drunken feeling.

——This person is not Meng Heze, but the evil Buddha Meng Zhengsheng first.

"Drinking alcohol will make things wrong, drinking alcohol will make things wrong!"

Only by gaining Meng Zhengxian's complete trust can Meng Heze's soul be brought back. In the past few days, three sentences have never left the thousand channels and farming. Meng Zhengxian must have thought that he was mentally confused, how could he believe it?

In a while hesitation, I saw the evil Buddha slapped his palm gently down, as if he was brushing away the dust—

"Bang!" Another head burst.

Song Qianji opened his mouth and finally shouted out the words "Stop!"

‌‌ is not rushing to pursue the army, but rushing to Meng to be the first.

"What are you doing when you come back?" Meng Zhengxian's eyes moved slightly, as if he was suppressing something, "Didn't I let you go?"

There was only one of the three kneeling on the ground. Seeing this, she stopped begging for mercy, but instead looked up to the sky.

"Kill, just kill! I have seen through your martial arts. The more you kill, the more you can't suppress your killing spirit. In the end, you will only become a monster with wise and instinctive killing—"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhengxian slapped another palm.

Song Qianji took action to grab the wrist: "There are still pursuers behind us, let's go!"

"Who wants to follow you?" The blood vine was taken back into her body by Meng Zhengxian, and eighteen Buddhist beads returned to their positions.

Song Qianji caught the air. The opponent brought a magic weapon similar to the "crosscross comb" that could be transferred instantly, and it was hard to defend against it.

I could only watch Meng Zhengxian turn into a red mist and dissipate with the wind.

...

What's the most sensational thing in the cultivation world recently?

——The Lord of the Evil Dao was assassinated in Yugu Mountain and then started a massacre.

Wherever you pass, corpses are everywhere and blood flows into a river.

The "Four Golds" who were loyal to the past were even launched against the flag, so everyone was moved by the evil ways and came out in full bloom.

Meng Zhengxian became more and more arrogant, provoking along the way, smashing the mountain gate archways and plaques of major sects and families.

The world of cultivation has shared the same hatred of the enemy, and the voice of killing demons has surged.

All major immortal sects jointly issued a reward order to kill the evil Buddha, get the position of the guest elder, and enjoy the incense of the temple by the golden body.

Meng Zhengxian fought bloody battles all the way, and the more he fought, the more crazy he became, and a group of people in the rear pursued them relentlessly.

Among them, the monk who chased the front and was closest to the evil Buddha was named Song Qianji.

Song Qianji once again made the name of "a hundred battles will never happen".

The monks who watched the fun were not serious. The major casinos even opened market quotations, betting whether they could kill Meng Zhengxian:
To be continued...