The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

However, he could only guard Qingyun Mountain and watch their high spirits.

Finally, finally, it was him who became the head of Qingyun sect, but Wan Jian became a name in the dust, a taboo that Qingyun sect could not mention.

Now, a hundred years have passed, and what others are talking about is still Wan Jianyi.

What the Demon Sect fears the most is this name.

Even Chu Heng, who is just a newcomer, has only heard his name.

If it were Daoxuan in the past, with profound Taoism and a world-shattering cultivation base, naturally he would not be so excited.

But now, his sword heart, which he had warmed for a hundred years, was broken by Chu Heng's sword, and his mind was already in confusion, and Chu Heng mentioned the name he was least willing to face.

If it wasn't for the accident that year, it would be Qingyun's head, not him.

Could it be that Wan Jianyi was destined to be stronger than him.

Tian Buyi is full of gratitude towards Wan Jianyi, Shuiyue dies alone because of Wan Jianyi, Taoist Cangsong regards Wan Jianyi as an unspeakable pain in his heart.

Daoxuan kept asking himself day after day, if they had the right to choose at that time, the position of the head had nothing to do with him at all.

More and more suspicious, more and more angry, Daoxuan wandering in the boundless sea.

At this moment, wisps of black smoke were already emitting from his body.

The most feared thing for ascetics is the instability of Dao heart. At this time, Daoxuan has already reached the edge of becoming a demon.

Suddenly, a blood-colored radiance flashed, and it went straight to Daoxuan who was out of his mind.

"Who are you.`!" Looking at the bloody figure in the Purple Mansion, Daoxuan's spirit tightened, and he realized that he had encountered an external demon that is common to cultivators.

He blamed himself for being too careless.

"Who am I? I am the one who can make you invincible."

The voice of the visitor seemed to be hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been ground out of sandstone.

Daoxuan sneered in his heart, most of the so-called devils are like this: "My generation of cultivators, how can I be deceived by you!"

He pinched a heart-cleaning formula in his hand.

This is the method of guarding the heart in Taoism, but at this time, it seems to be useless at all.

Seeing his actions, the visitor smiled mockingly.

"Confusion, no no no, I never confuse people, I just give people what they want."

"These methods are useless to me. I didn't come from the outside world, but from your heart. Your heart has accepted me!"

He pointed to the formula in Daoxuan's hand, and said mockingly: "People always think that the devil is from outside, but they don't know that a person like you exudes an aura that calls me. arrival!"

The visitor stared at Daoxuan with piercing eyes.

"Do you think I came to you at random? No, I saw your hatred! Your ambition! Your unwillingness!"

Daoxuan's heart trembled, and his mind was in a trance.

"Being defeated by a junior in front of the world, let him step on your name to be famous all over the world, the hatred in your heart."

".ˇBeing a damned person outperforms your efforts of a hundred years. Everyone remembers him, but forgets that you are the head of Qingyun. You are unwilling."

"You want to destroy the demon sect, and become the most outstanding sect master in a hundred years like Patriarch Qingye in one fell swoop, the ambition in your heart."

"I can see that you are the most suitable for me, and I am also the most suitable for you!"

Bloody light flashed, Daoxuan was struggling in his heart, and suddenly he was rushed forward by someone.

"No!"

"It's useless, follow your heart's desire."

I don't know how long it has passed, but Daoxuan is already walking in a bustling city in the mainland.

"I miss you so much. In this world where desires are intertwined, I am Youquan Gorefiend, I am Daoxuan, the head of Qingyun Daoxuan!"

Qingyunmen waited for the return of their head.

No matter how many whispers there were, there was an undercurrent surging in the door because he lost to Chu Heng, but Daoxuan didn't care at all, went straight to the secret room, and closed up (Wang Zhao's).

"Qingyunmen, Zhuxian Ancient Sword!"

He looked faintly at the simple and simple sword in his hand, the blood in his eyes became more and more intense, and he began to laugh ferociously in his mouth.

"Who would have thought that this is a fierce sword that should not exist in the world?"

"The ancient sword of Zhu Xian is the sword that slaughtered the blood of thousands of immortals."

A mass of blood diffused upwards from the hilt of the sword, gradually eroding the hilt.

Zhu Xianjian let out a groan, which seemed to be pain, but also joy.

"Yes, you should be a magic sword."

The blood in Daoxuan's eyes was like substance, and the bloodthirsty desire made his whole body tremble.

"Follow me and kill all over this dirty world."

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