The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

In order to avenge the death of his old friend, Baoye chose to sneak into the enemy camp.

For this, an extremely heavy price was paid.

After that, he endured for endless years, hiding his teeth and claws, just waiting for a perfect opportunity.

No one knows how Baoye spent the long years in the past.

No one understands why a demon ancestor like him, who once terrorized the boundless sea and shocked the heavens, can endure to such an extent.

But now, with the showdown of the Deng Deng Buddha, all this has come to nothing!

That long period of forbearance and waiting was all in vain.

The hard work and time spent on this were also wasted.

Not only that, but in the end he will be used by the Lantern Buddha to do something that is destined to be a tragedy.

All this is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Baoye Demon Ancestor.

For a moment, how could it be possible to accept it?

His expression changed and he remained silent.

After a long time, he took a long breath and said: "Back then, I should have followed Yan Chizhen's example. Even if I died in battle... I could at least kill a few bastards."

The figure of the Burning Deng Buddha sitting cross-legged was silent and motionless, with his eyes closed and silent.

Baoye stared at the Lantern Buddha for a moment, and finally turned around and left without saying anything.

Until his figure disappeared, the figure of the ancient flower fairy appeared.

"You just let him go like this?"

Ancient Flower Fairy Way.

"The Zi-Mother Heart-Controlling Gu is a trick that is not popular, but often this trick can always play an incredible role in controlling a person."

Ran Deng Buddha slowly opened his eyes, "No matter what tricks he will play when dealing with the Five Desire Demon Lord, at that time, I will control his mind and help him kill the Five Desire Demon Lord."

Gu Huaxian said: "You said you would do three things before. This is one of them. What are the other two."

"After the battle at Mingkong Mountain, Di'e went into hiding."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "No one knows what he is planning. I want to use Su Yi's hand to give Di'e a try."

Gu Huaxian's pupils shrank, "You are crazy! If Di'e notices your intentions, he will never spare you!"

"wrong."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "I'm helping him."

"Then...what are you going to do?"

"Just wait and see."

Ran Deng Buddha is tight-lipped.

"Then what's the third thing?"

asked the ancient flower fairy.

"A few years ago, Die blocked the entrance to the Endless Battlefield. The old friends Li Fuyou made back then are still trapped in it."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "If my prediction is correct, Su Yi will definitely rescue his old friends from his previous life before the dark mythological age comes." The ancient flower fairy sneered: "What, you want to be in the endless battle field again?" Make a game? That ghost place is full of variables, and there are countless taboo-like weird things. Back then, we and Li Fuyou and the others fought in the endless battle field for so long.

The casualties are the most severe on our side! "

Endless battlefield!

A dangerous forbidden area in the eyes of a god-level figure.

A long time ago, Li Fuyou died among them.

And such powerful enemies as the Lantern Buddha and the Diaoyu Lao had also suffered many heavy losses in the Endless Battlefield.

Some of their comrades in the camp died in it.

"No, there is no need to make a move this time."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "As long as Su Yi goes to the endless battlefield, this time it will be doomed to disaster!"

"And what I want to do is not to make arrangements, but to create an opportunity for Su Yi to go to the endless battlefield."

Ran Deng Buddha said, "The worst result is that Su Yi rescues his old friends from back then. But if Su Yi only suffers disaster... he will definitely be truly doomed!"

The ancient flower fairy was puzzled: "If he dies in it, what will happen to reincarnation? What will happen if there is Era Fire?"

The Deng Deng Buddha showed a secretive smile and said: "Then it depends on fate."

…

Yellow sand swept across the sky, and the sky was dyed dim.

This is a small city on the bank of the vast sea, and its name is Huangsha City.

The city is full of ordinary people, and their lives are very difficult and barren.

Anyone who has some ability can no longer stand the barren life of this barren life and has left home early.

Nowadays, most of those left in the city are the old, weak, sick and disabled.

The world of God's Domain is endless and vast. There are both top-notch famous mountains and blessed places where the gods live, as well as barren and rundown border towns like Huangsha City.

It was already evening.

The setting sun turned like an egg yolk in the sky full of wild sand, and the dim sky was dim and dim.

A skinny old man squatted on the dilapidated steps in front of his house, staring blankly at the sunset in the distance with his cloudy eyes.

The wind and sand blew in, splashing dust all over his body, and his messy gray beard and hair danced wildly with the wind.

He narrowed his eyes, his thin and old face was full of wrinkles like knife carvings, and his thin and hunched figure was curled up there, like an old dog guarding the door of the house.

"Master, it's time to burn incense."

A hoarse voice sounded.

The door opened, and a lame, broken-armed, one-eyed old servant walked out.

"Pooh!"

The old man spit out phlegm, which was filled with sand.

Immediately, he stood up and walked into the home.

It was said to be a home, but it was actually a dilapidated small courtyard with only three rooms. There was dust everywhere, the window lattice was damaged, and most of the tiles on the roof were missing.

The old man walked directly into a relatively complete house.

\u0026nbbsp;This is a mourning hall.

On the altar table, there are densely packed spiritual tablets, each with a name engraved on it and a candle lit in front of it.

In front of the offering table, there is an incense burner.

The lame, broken-armed, one-eyed old servant lit three sticks of incense that had been prepared and handed them to the old man.

"Whose memorial day is today?"

the old man asked.

"Master, it is the memorial day of a man named Ling Weng."

The one-eyed old servant answered seriously.

"Ling Weng...it turns out to be that little guy...in the sect back then, he was the youngest, the most stubborn, but also the most talented. Alas...what a pity."

The old man muttered something vaguely, then stepped forward and inserted the three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Then, he raised his eyes and scanned the spiritual tablets one by one, finally stopping at a spiritual tablet in the corner.

That spiritual place has no name.

There were no candles lit in front.

Unremarkable.

But the old man didn't know what he thought of, and the expression on his wrinkled face flickered.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "Bring me three more sticks of incense."

The one-eyed old servant turned around silently and walked out of the door.

But after waiting for a long time, the one-eyed old servant did not come back.

The old man seemed to realize something, his brows furrowed, and a hint of anger appeared in the depths of his cloudy eyes.

"Why kill a mortal who is old and frail and can't live for many years!?"

The old man's voice was hoarse and low.

"According to the agreement, everyone related to you, no matter who they are, must die. Mortals... are not immune to this."

With an understatement of voice, a man wearing a black robe walked in.

He is gentle and elegant, like a tree facing the wind.

But outside the door behind him, there was a body lying.

The corpse had broken arms, lame legs, and one eye. It lay there quietly, motionless despite the wind and sand.

"To be honest, I don't want to do this, let alone stay in this place where birds don't shit."

The man in black robe sighed, "There is no way, I can't disobey the sect's order."

As he spoke, he looked at the scrawny old man and said with a smile: "I have always been curious in my heart, who is this old immortal guy like you? Why are you willing to be trapped here? Have you... never thought about it? leave?"

The old man looked at the candle-lit spiritual tablets and said, "You don't understand."

The man in black robe laughed.

He stepped forward, waving his sleeves.

Wow!

All the spiritual tablets were scattered on the ground, and the candles were extinguished.

With a bang, the man in black robe kicked over the incense burner again.

Then, he turned to look at the old man with a playful look in his eyes, "Why don't you say I don't understand again?"

The old man's cloudy eyes were changing.

He stood there alone in silence for a long time, and finally said nothing. He knelt down and picked up the spiritual tablets one by one.

The man in black robe frowned, then shook his head and said: "As expected, you are just an old loser, you have no temper at all, you are really boring."

He turned and left.

However, when he walked out of the door, he suddenly saw a figure in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in a monk's robe, with a handsome and enchanting face, and a golden lotus mark between his eyebrows.

He stood in the dim sky, with wind and sand passing by, but his figure could not be touched.

"Your Excellency?"

The man in black robe shrank his eyes and his expression suddenly changed.

"Why kill such a weakling?"

The monk raised his hand and pointed at the body of the one-eyed old servant on the ground.

The man in black robes forced a smile and said: "It's just an old cripple with half of his body buried in the soil. He is not a practitioner of our generation and is no different from grass, trees, sand and stones."

"Grass and trees? Sand and gravel?"

The monk's eyes were calm, "Since you think so, then I will kill you for this reason."

The man in black robe was stunned, "I..."

Before the words could be spoken, his body suddenly fell into pieces and turned into flying ashes, swept away by the wind and sand.

But the monk strode into the mourning hall without even looking at it.

"A little fairy cultivator dares to kill your people, why don't you stop him?"

The monk looked at the wrinkled old man.

The old man has been picking up the spiritual tablets scattered on the ground. Every time he picks up one, he wipes the dust on it with his sleeve and puts it back to its original place.

After all the spiritual positions were placed, the old man said in a hoarse voice: "This is my punishment."

The monk stared at the old man in front of him, with his gray beard, messy hair, wrinkled old cheeks, and... that lifeless aura.

After a while, the monk sighed: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine that the Five Desire Demon Lord, who once roamed the boundless sea, is now in such a state of decline."

The old man shook his head and said: "The former Five Desire Demon Lord has died long ago, and now I am just a guilty person."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and looked at the monk, "I can see that you must have lived a pretty good life during the long years you took refuge in Xitian Lingshan."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

The monk lowered his eyes and sighed: "If I really took refuge in Xitian Lingshan, I wouldn't be forced by Mr. Ran Deng to kill you today."

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed.

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ps: Second update before 1:00 noon. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Goldfish’s life has been a lot more complicated and busy recently. Goldfish will adjust as soon as possible.