Spring passes and autumn comes.

The Changsheng Taoist Temple is crowded with people, and it is full of human sacrifices captured by the evil Taoist temple masters: some of them passively accept their fate and blame others; some of them are willing to degenerate and indulge in lust.

Chen Yi, who focused on cultivation, naturally became a weirdo in the eyes of everyone. He never communicated with others and never participated in so-called carnivals.

Every move.

They all appear to be incompatible with the pessimistic atmosphere that surrounds us in all directions.

"ah!"

The sudden scream attracted the attention of countless people: they saw a haggard old man with a lewd smile on his face, trying to pull a woman in red into his arms.

"Hey, fairy, you're going to die soon. Come and have fun with grandpa."

Under the old locust tree.

Chen Yi glanced sideways, then became indifferent and continued to breathe out spiritual energy.

Hovering on the edge of life and death all day long, in such a high-pressure living environment, things like this naturally happen from time to time, but he has long been accustomed to it and is too lazy to deal with it.

But as the woman's shouts became more and more pitiful, Chen Yi, who was upset, couldn't help but get up, picked up the wooden stick on the ground, and slammed it at the skinny old man...

"Bang!"

The old man's head blossomed, blood splattered all over Chen Yi, and the world became peaceful.

The stick was thrown back into place.

Chen Yi glanced out of the corner of his eye, grabbed the sleeve of the woman in red, tore off a corner with force, wiped the blood stains on his body, and spoke calmly as if nothing had happened:

"He is very noisy, so I will kill him. You can go report me to the demon, but before that, I will make sure you support me. If you don't believe me, just give it a try."

The whole place was silent.

The dirt on his clothes couldn't be wiped clean no matter how hard he tried. Chen Yi impatiently burned off the pieces of his sleeves with a snap of his fingers, sat down cross-legged, and returned to his previous appearance of Gujing Wubo.

The girl in red, who was lucky enough to escape the tainted fate, hesitated for a moment, covered her clothes, shrank close to Chen Yi, squatted down, and timidly grasped the corners of her clothes.

"Don't make any move, otherwise you will end up like him."

The indifferent music reached her ears, and the woman nodded vigorously as if she had been granted amnesty...

New year.

As expected, no one reported Chen Yi's evil deeds: As the saying goes, an ant still lives in vain, so who would take the risk of dying without a complete body because of a dead person who was not related to him?

This year.

Chen Yi returned to foundation building. Well, once in the first life, once in reality, this is his third time building foundation. The advantage is that the foundation is more stable, but the disadvantage is that it is extremely boring.

And the woman in red also became more and more dependent on Chen Yi after getting along with him day and night.

"Senior, I have a small appetite. I'll just eat steamed buns. I'll give you the minced meat..."

"Son, I'm cold..."

"Chen Yi...brother."

"Um?"

"It's true to practice hard, but you should also pay attention to the balance between work and rest...look at your legs?"

In the fifth year, the foundation building is at its peak, just one step away from the golden elixir.

Chen Yi's cultivation speed gradually slowed down.

Haste makes waste, forcibly breaking through will only get twice the result with half the effort, and will also lead to a false realm and greatly weakened combat power: just like the demon path in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

Although this person's realm is in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, which is a whole level higher than Chen Yi's, there is still nothing he can do if the latter is not willing to fight and tries his best to escape.

in other words.

In fact, Chen Yi already has the ability to escape, but his sword heart does not allow him to retreat. Otherwise, at least it will affect his path, and at worst, his cultivation will be ruined.

Now that I have chosen the path of rebellion.

Then there is only one way before him: go forward without hesitation, kill all enemies in the world, kill until no one dares to respect him anymore, and from now on, he will be invincible in the world!

Have a goal.

In the next few years, Chen Yi worked hard to polish the sword sea in his dantian.

The tenth year.

The Demonic Way stopped transporting newcomers to the Taoist temple.

Guessing that the human sacrifices were enough, Chen Yi was preparing other materials needed to practice evil arts. Chen Yi felt that the time was almost ripe to start breaking through the golden elixir.

Late one night.

Chen Yi stood with his hands behind his back, standing between the moonlight, stammering between his lips and teeth. The sword energy surged like a sea, startling the sleeping people, but he turned a deaf ear and turned the sword energy into a sword cloud.

then.

The sky was filled with bright stars, and a bunch of golden tassels fell from the sky and blended into Chen Yi's lower abdomen: the sword energy spirit sea generated by the sword essence boiled instantly, and then gradually condensed.

When they are combined into a golden sword element, the golden elixir realm will be achieved naturally.

Storms are surging in all directions.

The white clothes beat the snow, the ink hair was flying, and the sword was soaring into the sky. This scene fell into the eyes of the crowd below, just like an ancient immortal descended to earth, a god walking on earth...

Golden elixir monks have been able to communicate between heaven and earth!

…

The demon noticed the strange change and came quickly from the horizon.

See the situation.

Everyone was so frightened that they fled like birds and beasts, leaving only the helpless woman in red, biting her thin lips to draw blood, standing unswervingly behind Chen Yi.

She wants to bet that the demon is no match for Chen Yi!

Chen Yi turned back to look at the woman.

The latter met his gaze calmly, their eyes met, and Chen Yi laughed loudly:

"The bones are as white as a mountain and the surname has been forgotten. It is nothing more than the young master and the red makeup. What is the spirit of youth? What is the romance of the ages? It's just the woman with red makeup, the sword master, and..."

"One sword comes out of the dust, and all bones wither!"

That moment.

Among the mountains of bones and corpses in a sea of ​​blood, there is someone dressed in white and smiling with a sword, there is someone in red dressed in a dance imitating the city, there is a sword light, and there is a demon who is seriously injured.

The storm changed suddenly.

A hot and cold temperature spread along the blood hole in Demon Dao's chest, like maggots on the tarsus, crazily spreading throughout his body, and the sword energy continued to strangle his soul.

This moment.

Demon Dao, who had always shown himself to be arrogant and arrogant, showed a fearful and fearful expression for the first time, followed by a shrill scream, frightening hundreds of thousands of crows and birds flying across the mountain.

The white crow is as white as silk.

Under the eyes of one after another in disbelief, the demon who was supposed to use iron-blooded methods to suppress the turmoil plummeted to the ground. From the beginning to the end, there was no room for a change of hands.

He was dying, squirming with his broken body, struggling to his death, crawling closer to him little by little, the young man with no emotions and anger, wagging his tail and begging for mercy, begging hard:

"Sir, let me go. There is someone above me who is a great master in the Nascent Soul Realm. I am working for him. He also ordered me to catch people and animals. I can help you introduce him."

He raised his sword and dropped it.

Young Master Sword Cultivator's voice was cold and ruthless, and it spread far, far away:
Chapter completed!