When I become a demon king, I want to change my department to the Taoist sect.

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The border of Huazhou, the boundless sea.

Thunder gathers, dark clouds gather, and torrential rain falls, just like a natural disaster coming to the world and the end of the world coming.

The True Immortal Yuanshen who attacks with all his strength and without any reservation is so terrifying that he is comparable to a humanoid natural disaster, leaving only destruction wherever he goes.

This is in the Earthly Immortal Realm, where the space is stable and the mulch is thick. If it were an ordinary small realm and had endured such devastation, it would have been broken into pieces.

But in the vast sky and earth, countless thunderbolts were born and died, converging into a god-man about ten thousand feet tall. The god-man was majestic, standing in the sky, and the surrounding islands were like toys in front of him. The huge and inexplicable pressure enveloped everything within a thousand miles radius.

Purple thunder and blue lightning traveled through the body of the god, causing countless ripples. The face of the god was blurred, as if shrouded in a thick layer of mist. Only the divine eye in front of his forehead shot out an extremely dazzling thunder light, which seemed to penetrate The entire sea area.

This god-man is not a simple dharma-like heaven and earth, but also an emperor-god statue derived from the divine thunder method.

The Lord of Lei Mansion, the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord!
Lei Zun waved his arms, very stretched, and made an exquisite hand seal. The thunderous light dispersed the dense dark clouds and illuminated the heaven and earth.

The thunder light reflected on the expressionless face of the old ghost of the Ghost Crying Sect, making the surrounding atmosphere even weirder between light and dark.

"It seems that your plan has failed?" Wang Yang's tone was full of teasing, and his expression was even more joyful.

After this battle, Wang Yang's inner demons were all broken. The ghost hands that were like nightmares in the past had no choice but to run away in front of Shenxiao Zhenlei, not daring to bear it.

Facing the evil spirits of the same level, the myth that Shenxiao's thunder method is invincible has not been broken yet!
The expression of the skinny old ghost did not change at all, and his tone was still like a pool of stagnant water.

"It's too early to tell whether we will win or lose. Even if all other plans fail, as long as I turn you into a ghost slave here, it will be a great victory for our sect!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by an unknown amount. The endless sea surface gradually condensed, and countless ice crystals fell in the mid-air.

A strong cold air came from all directions towards Wang Yang. The old ghost finally used his special skill, the magical power at the bottom of the box.

The drought demon appears in the world, and the red land is thousands of miles away!
Ice ghost travels, thousands of miles frozen!
The cold way is all here. The old ghost of the Ghost Crying Sect is a terrifying existence who has initially understood the rules and found his own path!
……

Different from the battle between Shenxiao Leifa and Ghost Crying Yinfa, the battlefield between Great Joy Bodhisattva and Ichimengko was as silent as the middle of the night. Everything was silent for thousands of miles, and there was not even a sound of a bird singing. .

Only the sound of the tide lapping against the rocks echoed alone between heaven and earth.

Because, for these two souls who are also good at the secret arts of the soul, their main battlefield is not in the immortal world, but in the depths of the soul, in the world of hearts!

Yimengzi and Great Joy Bodhisattva have been in the world of mind for seven hundred and forty-one lifetimes. They have spent childhood sweethearts, romantic relationships, married couples, gifts from heaven, and white prime ministers accompanying them...

Both sides want to completely destroy each other's soul through the world of mind. The dangers involved are far beyond the ordinary battle of souls.

Just like the Happy Monk who was also pulled into this reincarnation, he had been eroded by this reality-like illusion dozens of reincarnations ago and was completely immersed in it, making it difficult to distinguish his true identity.

"Madam, can you hear the noisy thunder outside?"

"My lord, are you crazy? Today is your wedding night, and there are fireworks outside to celebrate!"

"But I seem to have heard the faint sound of Buddhist Zen."

"Ms. sir, don't talk any more nonsense. A spring night is too short and a moment is worth a fortune. Don't say too much. Come into the bridal chamber with me!" The groom's face was handsome and he looked a bit more handsome than the woman. But at this moment There was some hesitation in his face. He was sure that he had no auditory hallucinations, but he had never read any Buddhist scriptures, so how could he inexplicably hallucinate Buddhist Zen sounds?
He instinctively felt that something was wrong, but after seeing the charming bride, he shook his head and put all these questions behind him, hugged her gently, and fell to the bed.

After all the downfalls in the world, the Bodhisattva Great Joy finally gradually fell into the dream weaved by Yi Mengzi.

If Great Joy Bodhisattva chooses to use force to overwhelm others, with her accumulation in the four declines of Yuanshen, it may not be difficult to defeat Yi Mengzi.

But she believed too much in her ability to control the soul, and she loved playing with others in this way, so she insisted on choosing the battlefield in the mind world.

This bad habit has not changed at all from the past life (future).

In the past, when the Great Joy Bodhisattva saw the majestic Tang Yuan walking on the river of blood, what was on his mind was still temptation and manipulation.

The final result was that he was dyed by Tang Yuan, who was better at this, and became a change in the Blood River Formation!
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Unlike the previous two battlefields where it was difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time, the battle between Fang Xisheng and the Evil Sword Ancestor was nearing its end.

Although Fang Xi's voice is strong, his swordsmanship is close to the realm of the divine. The green lotus blooms and death follows.

But in terms of swordsmanship alone, even in the Shangqing Sect, he would not be among the top five.

Compared to his opponent, the Evil Sword Ancestor, he is undoubtedly the number one cultivator of the Demonic Swordsmanship!
There is almost a whole level difference between the two.

The battle between sword cultivators is like dancing on the tip of a sword. Even a slight difference can determine the winner.

The Evil Sword Ancestor's strength and swordsmanship were already superior to Fang Xisheng's, and coupled with the fact that he had no opponent for a long time, he built up his belief in invincibility.

Finally, he found a flaw in Fang Xisheng in this dangerous hand-to-hand encounter...

The Evil Sword Ancestor did not let this fleeting opportunity slip away. His sword stretched across the aurora, dragging out thousands of pitch-black sword shadows.

The Demon-Slaying Immortal Sword transformed into thousands and struck Fang Xisheng's heart from all directions.

The sword light was fierce, and wherever it touched, even the space was faintly divided, and the vitality between heaven and earth was swallowed up wantonly, leaving only the ferocious and vicious aura that seemed to come from the ancient times, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour. .

But just before the sword light was about to shoot through Fang Xisheng, the Evil Sword Ancestor pointed a finger, hovered the dark flying sword in mid-air, and turned his head to look in the direction of Huazhou.

Fang Xisheng also took this opportunity to take a breather and redeployed the flying sword beside him. At the same time, he asked with a little doubt: "Why, can the battle over there still affect you?"

The Evil Sword Ancestor shook his head and said: "This is the plan of the Blood Sea Dao. My sect cultivates the sword. Whether Jiuyou can come or not, the success of this plan has nothing to do with me, Mount Wutai."

"The reason why I take action is not only the request of Blood Sea Dao, but also because I don't want to miss this opportunity to fight against Shangqing Sword Cultivator."

Although the Evil Sword Ancestor is called Ancestor, his appearance and voice are the same as those of a young man. His sword eyebrows go straight into his hair, giving him a heroic spirit. He looks more like a heroic swordsman than Fang Xisheng.

"Senior Brother Wuming has gone to Huazhou. I am really sorry that I could not make my fellow Taoists happy."

The Evil Sword Ancestor stared at Fang Xisheng and calmed down for a moment before saying coldly: "I am not an unknown opponent yet. It is most appropriate to challenge him after I defeat you."