Extra: Wenfu in the previous life: Not a blessed person after all

Wenfu always felt that he was a bonus in the Supreme Sect, or even more exaggeratedly, a person who was repaying a favor.

Relying on the vast amount of spiritual stones in his family, he was able to enter the first sect in Zhongzhou, which others could not squeeze into. What

people said most was that the Supreme Sect was a sect full of geniuses. Later, it became a place where only geniuses could enter the Supreme Sect.

The Supreme Sect became a place that all cultivators could not reach. Even if the cultivators in the sect died young, they would sigh that the gods were jealous of the talented. Even the youngest cultivators must have left a strong mark in the Dongming Realm before they died.

Before Wenfu entered the Supreme Sect, he knew that the people in the Supreme Sect were born to be the best.

Even though he behaved absurdly and often cheated, the swordsman who was sponsored by his father at the auction was once the best swordsman in the world.

So when he learned that he could enter the Supreme Sect, he went from being happy at first to being terrified and feeling unworthy in just a few days.

On the first day Wenfu entered the sect, he met his master. At that time, Lintuan was training the next leader. When they arrived at the sect gate, the swordsman who had boasted in front of Wenfu's father suddenly hesitated. He paced and rubbed his hands, and finally held his sword to stop Wenfu.

Wenfu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the senior had changed his mind at the last minute, but then he heard the sword master talking about how busy the headmaster was now, and that he must be careful with his words and actions when he saw him, and not cause trouble for the headmaster, lest... lest he be kicked out with his sword.

Later, Wenfu realized that the senior was not talking about him being kicked out, but that the senior himself would be kicked out.

When he met the headmaster who agreed to accept him as a disciple, Wenfu's repeated assumptions about the people in the sect were all in vain.

Lin Tuan did not look tired or busy at all. She had the simplest Taoist bun on her head. Only the lotus crown on her head revealed her identity as the sect leader. She was also very friendly to him, personally checked his qualifications, gave him the appropriate cultivation method, patiently asked about his strengths and preferences, and arranged for a senior brother to take him to meet the sect.

Unfortunately, Lin Tuan did not call his senior brother. Instead, a tall female cultivator came. She was full of energy and looked like the sect leader in every move she made, but she was more aggressive than the sect leader. Her clothes were dazzling and she looked more powerful than the sect leader.

Wen Fu had done his homework before leaving, and guessed in his heart that this person was probably the legendary senior sister of Feng Dynasty.

Lin Tuan was a little surprised, "Where is your second junior brother?"

"He's still drunk, so I came." Feng Chao smiled, "Uncle, you know that Cang Li is a person who won't take care of children anymore." Lin

Tuan shook his head, "You can talk to him later."

Feng Chao was still smiling, his mood didn't seem to have changed, "He's already a hundred years old, he knows everything, he just doesn't want to do anything, if you force him for a while, I'm afraid he won't even light the stove."

Wen Fu looked at it and felt that this sect was a bit strange.

The strange thing was that the two people he met were not the same as expected.

Feng Chao is a cultivator of the law, and he is rarely seen in competitions. Apart from being on the Qingyun Ranking and Chongxiao Ranking, there are few stories about him. People thought he was a hermit who devoted himself to cultivating the Tao, but he looked neat and brilliant, and he was not ignorant of worldly affairs or aloof from the world.

"This is the new junior brother, right? I'll take him away first?" Feng Chao said, looking at Wen Fu, with a natural friendliness that made Wen Fu a little dazed.

As soon as the two turned around, they saw a figure standing at the door.

The man was against the light, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only feel that he was tall and blocked a large part of the sunlight shining into the door. He inexplicably brought an invisible sense of oppression, heavy, like a piece of cold and hard iron.

Wen Fu quickly went through it in his mind and guessed that this was his other senior brother.

He was born in a merchant family. People said that the Wen family had a pair of sharp eyes and a kind heart. They never made a mistake in judging goods, nor did they save the wrong people.

This senior brother was said to be the first on the Qingyun list. He was said to be the most proud disciple of the headmaster, and he was personally taught and brought up

. He seemed to be taciturn and reserved, but today, he was not taciturn, but had a murderous aura that kept strangers away, like a wolf waiting to hunt in the dark. Wen Fu was quick to realize that this person's bad mood and ill intentions were all caused by him, and then he realized that as a number one genius, he naturally looked down on him who relied on money to enter the sect and even worshipped under the same great master.

Outside, geniuses are independent of others, but in the Supreme Sect, he is the only one who is different.

He could only smile and show this senior brother an expression that was as non-flattering as possible. Unfortunately, he was raised fat by his family and fed with countless rare and precious nutrients since he was a child. He looked more like a gangster than a warrior, and his smile always looked like a bowl of greasy fat.

"Wenfu meets Senior Brother Hou Cang."

Hou Cang just glanced at him indifferently and did not speak to him. Instead, he walked past him and walked into the house familiarly. "Master, do you want to teach him personally? You should be busy with the integration and sealing of the inner treasury recently. Your uncle is causing trouble for you. What are you doing..."

"Hou Cang." Lin Tuan interrupted him. "He and I have a master-disciple relationship. It is the destiny. The child is very good, smart and polite. You should get along well with each other, learn from each other, and help each other."

Hou Cang frowned, seeming a little dissatisfied. Finally, he looked back under Lin Tuan's calm but stern gaze and met Wen Fu's eyes.

At that moment, Wenfu saw Hou Cang's face clearly. It was a face that everyone in the world would look at twice. However, there was a look of contempt in his eyes, as if he wanted to step on him, or... make him disappear completely.

A person standing on the top of a mountain probably looks down on the people who have just started to climb the mountain.

Wenfu felt a surge of blood rushing to his scalp, and the hot blood was surging and almost sweating. In an instant, the blood flowed down his neck and spine, and his back felt cold as if needles were pricking him.

Later, he realized that it was a deliberate and harmless sword wind, not sharp, but just a warning from his senior brother.

The sword wind did not wipe away any of his sharpness, but it scraped off the harmless skin that he tried to be thorough and moderate, and gave him a firm idea.

One day, he will also stand on the top of the mountain, watching the world's red dust pile up with cold eyes, and control people in a thought.

He wants the ultimate strength.

Strength is something that can be supplemented with other things without talent.

For example, his parents were not very talented. From the time his mother prepared for pregnancy to after he was born, they carefully supplemented many spiritual medicines, and finally gave Wen Fusheng a sufficient spiritual root. It is not as good as the full value of the natural spiritual root, but it is infinitely close.

The Wen family paid a high price for the elixir for cleansing his spiritual roots, which washed away his conflicting spiritual roots and preserved his best spiritual root. If he did not join the Supreme Sect, he could probably be directly accepted as a disciple by other sects.

As long as he had money and could find those secret manuals, there would always be a way for him to surpass the so-called first genius.

Human power has never been able to defeat nature.

Wen Fu's days in the Supreme Sect were not difficult, except that Hou Cang disliked him. After he tried to get close to her in vain, he stopped insisting and turned his mind to cultivation.

Lin Tuan was indeed busy, and Cangli had a good temper. He smiled at him, but was unwilling to take care of the child. Only Feng Chao would teach him carefully and take him to familiarize himself with the entire Supreme Sect.

Wenfu felt that the Supreme Sect was quite good, but it had nothing to do with the half-immortal status rumored by the outside world

. He sowed in spring, harvested in autumn, and repaired the house by himself. When he wrote a letter to his father, his father said that the first sect always had its reasons. He was sent in by the family at a great price, and he would definitely be the first to succeed. He must study hard and bring up the family in the future.

Wenfu read the letter from home and never took the initiative to send a letter again.

Yes, he was sent in by his parents at a great price, and he was destined to repay his parents.

With the addition of worldly filial piety and the outside world's public opinion, Wenfu felt like there were two iron weights in his heart. He did not lose weight, but became more solid.

Later, when he saw him in the main hall of Lin Tuan, his attitude was even worse. He asked him why he didn't lose weight if he practiced hard every day. He was often punished by Lin Tuan to kneel and recite scriptures, but this senior brother never showed any restraint.

Only Feng Chao smiled and gave him more rice and vegetables every day, saying that Wenfu was the blessing that came to the Supreme Sect, and he couldn't let Fu get hungry and thin.

Wenfu also smiled and patted his chest and swore, "Of course, my name is Wenfu, which means blessing, and I happen to be the eighth child. I will definitely make the Supreme Sect prosperous, so that the second and third senior brothers don't have to be busy practicing the things in the sect every day. By then, the sect will no longer be so tight."

Feng Chao just smiled when he heard it, and gave him another chicken leg.

Most of the people in the sect were busy, except for the eldest sister who taught him, and the seventh sister Feng Yi who was closest to him in age. Feng

Yi was about the same age as Wenfu, but she was mature beyond her years and had a natural aura. She couldn't stand Wenfu being squeezed into a group behind him, so she often grabbed his collar and told him to hold his head up and not be timid.

The second senior brother Cangli occasionally saw that he was in a bad mood, so he used the excuse that practicing the piano was not elegant because no one listened to it, and took him to listen to his practice every now and then.

Later, Wenfu learned that each piece of music that Le Xiu practiced had different therapeutic effects, and the pieces that Cangli often played for him were the ones that relieved liver and depression.

But by the time he figured it out, he had already faked his death and ran away for a long time.

At that time, he was in the desert, listening to the decadent music and watching the chaos in the hall, and he just felt extremely bored.

The evil cultivator talked about the music cultivators among the righteous cultivators, and talked about the once famous music cultivator Cangli. Didn't he also sing in the red-light district and let the singing girls sing? Why are the righteous cultivators romantic and talented, and the evil cultivators are the evil and lewd people?

Wenfu suddenly remembered that Cangli always returned from the wine shop drunk, and his spiritual power was scattered.

The eldest sister once said that Cangli was powerless to the order that had been established in this world. He was free and reclusive and did not dare to follow the crowd, but he would also leave a song of healing and salvation in the hustle and bustle of the room.

The order needs to be revised, and the pinnacle of the world should be reached by human power, not talent.

Wen Fu thought so, looked up at the evil cultivators in front of him, and stood up tiredly. The evil cultivators were still laughing. The next moment, a strange force poured out and cleared the confusing chaos. The

smell of wine and warm fragrance in the hall had not yet dissipated, and there was a wailing outside the door.

The injured evil cultivator rolled on the ground and sucked the stove in his arms clean, and the wound healed quickly.

The smell of blood drifted into the hall with the wind. Wen Fu stood in the hall in a daze, listening to the questions of the two evil ghosts from the Lan Ju Realm behind him, shook his head, turned around and walked into the inner room.

This banquet was messed up.

From then on, the evil cultivators of Fanqian City knew that the city lord was so moody.

At that time, Wenfu was still thinking about making use of all the evil cultivators in the city, but from that day on, he lost his patience.

After all, it is different.

He is good at unorthodox techniques, and has read countless wonderful books in the library of the Supreme Sect. He has been to countless secret realms, and he is not rushing to the inheritance of righteous swordsmanship and martial arts.

He was taught by Feng Chao, and his original practice was Dharma cultivation, but he was more proficient in unorthodox methods. Even if he saw Lin Tuan, he never said a bad word, but only reminded him to keep the precepts and the heart of Tao.

The righteous way is different from the evil cultivators, and the Supreme Sect is different from the righteous way.

The people in the Supreme Sect are also different.

This night, he recalled many things in the past.

For example, the most amazing genius junior uncle in history.

Yan Ye was the last disciple of the previous generation. He was a formation wizard who had broken through the top defense formations of 27 sects and families in order to prove his truth. He was a blind man, a legendary figure who had only learned swordsmanship halfway and still won the first place.

He was even younger than his senior sisters and brothers, and he entered a tomb with them.

In that tomb, Wen Fu found a lot of ancient secrets that had been covered in dust, but Yan Ye, when he opened the coffin, obtained the inheritance in the tomb.

While Yan Ye was accepting the inheritance and the others were protecting the law, Wen Fu was searching for ingenious instruments and found the mirror in a corner.

What he saw was the Qiongtian Mirror.

In the mirror, he saw the scene of the fall of the gods in the ancient times.

It turned out that the so-called ancient gods, the original gods, were nothing more than containers of the rules of heaven. After successfully cultivating the rules of heaven, they had to devote themselves to heaven,

and there would be no such gods in the world. Even if there were again, the gods after that would no longer be the gods of the past.

He saw the ancient gods return to the rules of the world and reshape the three thousand worlds, and saw the ancient gods disappear one by one, some turned into their original forms, like silent trees, and like a handful of yellow earth.

After the catastrophe, creatures started to live again, without forgetting the ancient gods, but there were no more ancient gods.

It turned out that the gods who were revered and created countless gods were nothing more than puppets bound and driven by rules.

Wenfu's ambition was fueled by reluctance.

When he was looking intently, he found that there was an extremely tall shadow in front of him.

The man with white hair and black clothes, with a pair of eyes that were completely blind except for the lack of light, was half a head taller than the mirror, and just met his gaze. His gray eyes were white, and no content could be seen, revealing a lifeless dead ash.

This man was born blind, and had no visual perception function at all. He heard from the taciturn fifth brother that Master Yanye did not have an eye disease, but was born handicapped and lacked vision. Jiang Liang still couldn't think of any solution.

But Yanye was no different from ordinary people on weekdays. He didn't even have the deep-rooted habit of blind people to use their ears to identify the source of the sound. As long as he didn't look directly into the other person's eyes, he would subconsciously feel that the other person was "looking" at him.

To be able to do this, in addition to a strong willpower, there is also an equally strong and almost tireless consciousness.

Before Wenfu came to his senses, he found that the mirror began to change slowly.

Then, Wenfu heard a low laugh from the other side, and then a cold light slashed the picture in front of him, and another huge force threw him directly to the other side, avoiding the terrifying and cold sword energy.

After the tight and tight suffocation, a shattering sound rang out. Wenfu turned around and saw Feng Chao, who breathed a sigh of relief, and Feng Yi, who silently retracted his hand that was sticking the talisman.

The previous mirror fell to the ground and broke into two, and Wenfu also saw the slowly disappearing words.

Eight Views.

Strange... Clearly, the words he saw on that side were Qiongtian, why did it become Eight Views on the other side?

Why did Yan Ye suddenly cut off the mirror?

It was clearly an innate spiritual treasure.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Feng Yi asked.

Yan Ye put away his sword expressionlessly and lowered his eyes. "Nothing."

He kept silent, but when Wen Fu checked the fish-eye magic weapon he was wearing later, he caught the moment when Yan Ye held the sword and the mirror was not broken and was forced to a flat surface.

On the mirror, the scene was just like what he had seen in the ancient catastrophe, the gods fell, and the rules returned to heaven, but it was different, because some of the dead faces were very familiar.

For example, Lin Tuan, Feng Chao, Hou Cang, Feng Yi...

The difference was the people, but the same was the scene of falling like a sacrifice to the heaven.

So, what he saw were the ancient events of the past, while Yan Ye, who inherited the true god, saw the future destiny?

No wonder the Eight Views were written on his mirror.

The Eight Views technique is to know people, observe their actions, judge their hearts, and predict their fate.

It turns out that... hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and geniuses are still the vessels of the Heavenly Dao.

But why should people be chosen by rules? People cannot control rules.

Even the most powerful can only work hard to comprehend the rules of the Heavenly Dao, as if waiting for the mercy of the rules of the Heavenly Dao, but people cannot take the initiative to use and control the rules. They are bound by those constraints. Is it really fair?

Since the catastrophe is coming, he must be the first person in the world to fight against the Heavenly Dao, use the Heavenly Dao, and save the catastrophe.

The Heavenly Dao is declining. Those who are useful and working hard for the world should not die, but those useless and easily forgotten burdens.

Soon, he really encountered that opportunity.

When Wenfu was studying the ancient magic weapon that concealed the body found in the tomb of the gods in the sect, he accidentally heard the conversation between Lin Tuan and the Buddhist monk. From them, he learned that the country of Posuo actually had a secret technique to change people and plant dragon pills in people.

So could he also use that secret technique to improve his own strength? So

he went to the old site of the country of Posuo and found the fragment of the Heavenly Dao trapped in the stone of repairing the sky in the desolate building.

He had tried to find a way to refine himself and become the master of the world, but found that he could not control it. However, the good thing was that this fragment of the Heavenly Dao could indeed clearly sense the location of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth, allowing him to find the secret realms in remote places again and again, and send a lot of natural treasures to the sect and family.

It was a pity that he was a step behind when entering the new secret realm he discovered. The resentment that had been sealed for a long time formed a ghost domain, making it impossible for him to get out for a while. He was dragged into the demon willow and lost his body.

It was really a pity, Wen Fu thought.

His body was a good spiritual root piled up by his parents with a large amount of spiritual stones. He could have been well cultivated. Although he did not make it to the Qingyun List, it was not that bad. At least compared with ordinary people, it was still a top-notch body.

He had originally thought that when he grew up, he would find a suitable powerful demon beast to complete his own golden body.

But he really didn't want to die like this.

His ambition and strong desire would not allow him to fail like this.

Perhaps it was his strong desire to survive, or perhaps it was his excessive unwillingness, that Wen Fu was not eaten by the evil spirits, but instead followed the competition and surge of countless ghosts, like a fish migrating in season. In the cold, slippery and crowded swarm, he hid behind the most powerful ghost, and at the moment before the swarm stopped biting and deflated, he followed closely and bit the evil spirit in the front.

In a hurry, he only had time to tear off a little remnant, along with the ghost he was holding tightly, in order to leave a little warning and admonition for future generations.

When Wen Fu came to his senses, he saw his own body, which was becoming thin and emaciated at a weird speed, and then became a bag of bones in the true sense.

He raised his hand to melt the water mirror, but found another identical self.

But it was different. The other ghost in his body twisted its face in anger, and there was a crackling sound in his ears. He picked up his storage ring with his empty right hand, and began to be thankful that because of his lack of cultivation, he used magic tools to arm his soul, so the opponent could not do anything to him, and the unconventional methods he learned were enough to allow him to control half of his body.

Half is enough, at least he has the initiative.

"However, a single spiritual root body that is accumulated by natural materials and treasures, no matter how hard you practice, it will not be recognized by the heaven, what is there for you to cherish." Another ghost in the body mocked, "Such a man-made talent cannot ascend, different paths lead to the same destination, I advise you to reincarnate yourself after you get out."

Wen Fu thought he would be angry, but when he really heard it, there was only endless peace. He twisted and bowed, picked up his storage ring and storage bag.

Maybe his soul was not strong enough, but the ingenious secrets he learned and the ingenuity he had accumulated over the years allowed him to quickly find his way out in the future in such a devastating blow.

When his fate turns into a destructive dead end, he will decisively break away from everything created by his parents and reshape himself into a top figure of his own "self-creation".

As long as he can reach that peak, it doesn't matter what means, what price, what identity and body he uses.

When leaving the secret realm, Wen Fu used his usual magic weapon to change his appearance, blended into the crowd, and glanced at the monks outside from a distance.

He clearly saw that there was a person standing in the air, like a golden phoenix in the sky, dazzling, and his eyes fell on the crowd, as if looking for someone.

It was Feng Chao, the senior sister who was waiting to pick him and Feng Yi up, and the last person he saw when he decided to leave the Supreme Sect.

The people of the Supreme Sect taught him a lot of things, but they also restrained the ambitions in his heart.

Human feelings are as thin as paper, and worldly affairs are like a new chess game.

He can't cultivate purity and freedom, and he can't become compassionate and righteous.

Instead of using absolute talent and force to become the master of this world, he chose to ride on the way of heaven, use the way of heaven, let the way of heaven be updated, and also become a tool for himself to reshape the rules of the world.

The way of heaven is declining, and the established order of this world has been rotten. The people of the Supreme Sect are patching up every day, but they are not enough to change the whole world. In this case, he will change the rules of the whole world by himself.

He spent hundreds of years, went to strange places with many evil cultivators, sought many secret techniques, and restrained himself many times. Finally, he found a way that was not a solution to change his demon willow body and devour the ghost.

The evil demon is like a parasite, which can only survive by devouring others, and cannot

When he really lay in the black hole of the "Eye of Sin", there was only one thought in his mind.

Get through it, get through it, and he will reach the peak.

The most powerful power of the evil demon lies in devouring, devouring others and turning them into his own.

The evil demons that others see as doing all kinds of evil are nothing more than species to him.

The weakness of the evil demons lies in the demon fetus, but the root cause also lies in the demon fetus. The evil demons will not die unless the demon fetus is destroyed.

He once met a man obsessed with witch doctors. Most of the organs in that man's body were replaced with organs of monsters. How big is the difference between the evil demons, monsters and humans?

Transplanting the demon fetus, transforming the power through devouring, and successfully devouring the ghost in the body that can never be suppressed, is perfect. The

ghost of a powerful person in the world was devoured by him, which greatly added to his own soul, and the memories in those souls, including all the cultivation insights and skills, would also become his own things.

As Wen Fu thought about it, he somewhat forgot the pain he felt at that time.

He had forgotten whether it was like being in a furnace or an ice cave. He only remembered the rough corners after the dead ends along the way.

He had planned for a long time, risking everything, and prepared a good layout to deceive another ghost. In the end, he successfully transformed one of the bodies into a body with a true demon fetus. He also practiced the method of devouring, completely flattened everything in the past, cut off many spirits and turned them into clones, and regained a new life.

After that, he planned and planned, hoping that the Dongming Realm, which was gradually declining in the way of heaven, could be reborn under his arrangement.

Wen Fu looked at the chaotic situation outside the window at night, and felt that the lonely mountain was silent.

Later, the city lord became a taboo in Fanqian City. He no longer appeared in public, and gradually no one knew any information about him.

The evil cultivators who had attended the banquet thought that the city lord was moody, and inviting them to the banquet was just a warning.

Wenfu devoted himself to his own creation experiments. Nothing could make people feel more at ease than something he created himself.

He manipulated the new Demon Lord to take the throne, nurtured the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and even manipulated the internal affairs, disciple selection, and personnel changes of many sects.

The world of cultivation no longer had the Supreme Sect's Wenfu, but the world of cultivation had gained a pair of invisible hands.

Or rather, several big hands.

His clone became the owner of Fusifang, an elder of the demon clan, and many other people.

He personally brought down countless heroes, but saved their lives; he controlled Fusifang, obtained countless intelligence, and also woven countless lies; he made the Buddhist disciples of the Tantric Buddhism be known as evil monks, and saw that there was no place for him in the world; he induced Hou Cang to deepen his obsession and abandon the Taoist tradition, so that even if he cultivated perfectly, it would be extremely difficult for him to ascend to heaven. There are countless such cases. He

watched with cold eyes as generations of geniuses rose and fell.

When Lin Du's name appeared on the Qingyun List, he did pay attention to him for a while.

After all, he was a person he could hardly find any way to destroy.

Yan Ye's temperament is unpredictable. Compared with Hou Cang's open hostility towards him, his attitude towards everyone is indifferent. Watching him act always gives people a sense of excessive absurdity. He can also smash the mirror that "sees" people's past and predicts their future destiny with a wave of his hand, as if he doesn't care about anything at all.

Such a person actually accepted an apprentice, an apprentice who is ranked first on the Qingyun List, and is very closely protected.

Before entering the Qingyun List, no news was revealed. The only time he went out, he rarely showed up in the secret realm. The spies who sneaked into the secret realm by Fu Sifang inquired from many sources and only came to the conclusion that she was born weak, always taking medicine, and had the appearance of dying young.

Wen Fu lost interest at this point.

Tiandao probably chose the wrong container this time. He only needed to let Fu Sifang block the information that the Supreme Sect was seeking medicine, which was enough to make her enter the underworld early.

Who would have known that in just fifty years, the name he had almost forgotten would backfire on him.

At that time, the Supreme Sect had been completely conquered by the Demon Lord, and the entire Dongming Realm's aristocratic families and sects were being reshuffled.

Of course, the Supreme Sect did not have to die, but if the Supreme Sect did not die, Zhongzhou could not be dispersed, and the new order would never be able to unfold. With

the death of the checkmate, his chess game was done. His

new world was about to unfold.

At that time, the resistance of the demon world was extremely fierce. When Wen Fu was considering the chess game, he thought of Fu Sifang, and found that his most important clone had not synchronized all his memories with him for a long time.

Or to be more precise, it had tampered with his soul without his knowledge.

Wen Fu couldn't understand that although the spirit that was cut and condensed could independently control the puppet, it could not escape his own surveillance.

The first one to condense, and the weakest soul that had not yet been devoured, actually wanted to be independent.

He escaped from the battlefield of the demon world and went to the real headquarters of Fusifang to look for his clone. When he arrived under the stone pillar of the Qingyun List, he just stretched out his hand and realized something was wrong.

It was too cold, colder than usual in Fuyun Mountain. It was not cold due to the weather and terrain, but... the familiar coldness of ghosts and corpses.

This was unusual.

The next moment, a force so sharp that it was almost suffocating crushed over from all directions.

The moment Wen Fu made his move, he noticed unusual and bizarre fluctuations.

The sharp gear-shaped spiritual power waves carried a cold and sinister aura, and the black and white interwoven patterns all showed one result - someone was using a formation to wait and see.

Wen Fu felt relieved, because it was not his own spirit that betrayed him, but someone killed his spirit. This must be the backup plan left by the murderer.

But this is just a small trouble.

He thought, and raised his hand to break the formation. As

his consciousness spread out, he noticed something wrong.

This formation is very strong, and its strength lies in the chaotic and bizarre spiritual power lines, making it difficult to find a way out.

Even when he set up the formation, he did so silently, and even tampered with the stone tablet of the Blue Cloud Ranking. Once he poured in power, the formation would open.

This conspiracy was extremely clever.

There were very few people in the world who could set up such a complex and powerful formation with such a high level of sophistication and power. Yan Ye had already ascended to heaven, and now that Zhongzhou was in chaos and the sects had united to rise up in resistance, how could those great formation masters be here?

Or were there still great hidden formation masters in the world that he didn't know about?

Wen Fu felt the overwhelming suppression and murderous intent in the formation, and used a magic weapon to temporarily block the pressure in the formation.

He summoned his consciousness and quickly restored the message left by his spirit before his death.

But Wenfu didn't expect that the murderer he saw was actually a corpse.

At first glance, it was extremely skinny. Even with the layers of shrouds, it still looked thin. Its mouth and nose were covered. It was clearly a method used by several corpse craftsmen in western Yunnan to make corpses.

When he met those eyes, Wenfu was stunned.

Those eyes were too familiar. They were clearly looking at each other, but the old man could still make out something when he looked closely - there was no spirit in those eyes.

In the dark night, when the spiritual light shone, he saw the scar at the corner of his eye.

That was not a scar left by an ordinary eye surgery. It was clearly... the entire sensory vein connected by vision was taken away.

In a flash, he thought of an answer that was too absurd.

Those eyes lost their luster because of saving Yan Ye.

Because that was the only way to restore Yan Ye's sight.

But that required people of equal talent and practicing the same technique from meridians to consciousness. How many geniuses in the world would be willing to give up part of their brain to help another genius?

And how many geniuses could match Yan Ye?

At least in the eight or nine hundred years before Yan Ye ascended to heaven, there was no one in a clear sense.

Except for Yan Ye's disciple who almost never showed up in public, and who had died more than a hundred years ago.

Lin Du.

The person he had lost interest in and had died a long time ago.

The only person who was qualified to help Yan Ye regain the light that was better than nothing for the great powers in the world.

But Lindu turned into a corpse puppet and appeared in the memory fragments of Wenfu, the master of Fusifang, before his death. It was like a rusty narrow sword, which smelled of blood even without blood. It stabbed him in the heart in the dark night, causing a man who had been scheming for many years to feel an unexpected panic for the first time.

What followed was anger.

Anger that even he didn't understand.

No matter how poor the Wushang Sect was, how could it let a disciple, who was the number one disciple on the Qingyun List, be turned into a corpse puppet after his death.

Could it be that the disciple who almost never went out, the genius with extraordinary talent but natural deficiencies, was raised by Yan Ye to make up for himself?

But the next memory fragments made him a little creepy.

Because the puppet spoke clearly and logically, it was obviously not a puppet controlled in the traditional sense.

And Wen Fu inexplicably felt that the soul inside must be Lin Du the moment he met those eyes.

Too familiar, those eyes.

He was obviously a blind man, but he always stubbornly trained a strong consciousness, and continuously released it to achieve the same effect as ordinary people. He looked at people from the front instead of the side, and his willpower and reaction were ridiculously strong.

Feng Yi had complained to him before, that the degree of control over his body instinctively was simply not like a human.

Unexpectedly, his apprentice was as stubborn as him.

In the memory fragments, the clone Wenfu asked, "Lindu? Is it you?"

The cold figure did not speak, but just stood there quietly. Behind her, a half-width black and white array pattern was suspended and flowing. Her figure was cold, and in front of her were dozens of hiltless short blades, which were shining with different auras and gathered into several array patterns. The tips of several blades were stuck in the key points of the array pattern. It was a strange array mage move that Wenfu had never seen before.

Array mages have always been considered as strong fighters. They are useless for small things and too late for big things.

But Lindu... could actually set up a large array in advance and deal with it in this way during the battle, which was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Junior sister, are you here to ask for the truth?"

The owner of Fusifang, although his body is broken, his soul is much more fragile than that of ordinary people, and his spiritual power is not strong. He is usually cautious and never shows up easily. He relies on countless magic weapons to protect himself, but in this formation, the magic weapons are sealed by the short blade sealing formation and pressed to the ground.

In the dark night, a rough sound came from the corpse puppet, like a rusty sword struggling to make a hoarse buzzing sound.

"A disciple of the Supreme Sect? Who are you?"

"The 99th generation abandoned disciple of the Supreme Sect, Wenfu." The abbot Wenfu looked at the powerful Lin Du with a smile, "Junior sister, there is no need to mobilize so many troops."

Wenfu suddenly realized after looking at the fragments. It turned out that the Wenfu in his memory had never attacked Lin Du, but just took out the magic weapons on his body one by one.

"Mobilize a large army?" Lin Du stood there and chuckled softly, "I want to ask you, where do the people come from?"

The abbot Wenfu was silent for a moment, and after a long time he said, "I'm sorry."

"You are not sorry to me," Lin Du was always vigilant, "You are sorry to your fellow disciples from the Supreme Sect who died in the battle, and the innocent people of the Dongming Realm."

"Actually, I never thought that you were from the Supreme Sect." She judged the suppression of Wenfu's soul by the formation, and between her hands wrapped in cloth strips, she held a few hiltless short blades.

The clone Wenfu was thinking seriously about one thing. What did the unrecognizable Lindu look like?

He was too thin, just like himself when he first returned to the Dongming Realm and kept changing shape and decaying because he refused to absorb the blood and spiritual energy of the monks.

Wenfu was very reluctant, but what about Lindu?

Would he also hate the person who made him unrecognizable?

"You have never wanted to enter the cycle of reincarnation, have you?" the clone Wenfu asked.

This is nonsense. A corpse puppet, with a soul that should have been reincarnated hundreds of years ago, does not look like it wants to be reincarnated.

"You left a lot of messages in Zhongzhou, isn't it just to lead me to find the truth?" Lin Du's attitude was still cold and hard, "I once saw your name on the tablet in the back mountain. Compared with me, this sentence should be given to you, isn't it?"

She suddenly turned her head and sneered hoarsely, "You probably don't know that in the sect, every Qingming Festival, the eldest sister will go to burn incense for you, the second brother will carry a zither and a pot of wine, and the seventh sister will also go to your tablet and stare blankly."

This sentence is a test and also an attack on the heart.

If he really didn't have any nostalgia, the clone Wenfu would have been completely crushed to death in the next moment.

The original Wenfu looked at the picture and suddenly felt that he had made a wrong judgment.

How could the disciple of Yan Ye be someone who was raised to make wedding clothes for his master?

In the chaotic situation where the situation is unclear, she can still push aside the fog on the surface and see the essence. Maybe her methods are immature, but she is qualified to confront him.

Lin Du, an insignificant speck that he didn't even expect, not only killed his clone, but now trapped his original body, leaving him with only the memory fragments left by his clone.

Fangzhu Wenfu was indeed moved.

Because he is the purest Wenfu, a pure Wenfu who has not integrated the memory and abilities of the Lord of Lance City.

The part of him that was disciplined and nurtured by the rules of the Supreme Sect is still there. Even if he is heretical, has a low bottom line, and does whatever it takes to achieve his goals and controls the overall situation, he will still remember the warm years of the Supreme Sect that were chaotic and simple.

The original body, Fumufu, had regarded all the warmth and ties as weak restraints and thrown them to Fangzhu Fumufu the moment he chose to devour the soul of the city lord.

Those fragile emotions filled Fangzhu Fumufu's memory, and those guilt burst out after being suppressed for a long time, and the belated regret swept his reason.

He suddenly laughed dejectedly, "I found out too late, it was really too late."

"The main body didn't realize that the strength of the demon world had greatly increased and it was out of control. The strength of that Demon Lord was so great that he killed so many powerful people in Zhongzhou. It can be said that when he broke into the Supreme Sect, he was no longer the original Demon Lord."

"Maybe he found out, he just felt that he could still control it. But when I looked at the devastation and the millions of people who lost their lives, I felt that it was different from what I imagined. A hundred years of chaos still could not be stopped. It had long been out of control, long... out of control."

"The new order of this world should not be born in such a long period of chaos. It seems that I will never see the dawn."

The owner Fumufu stood in the formation and looked up at the sky.

The night was as cold as water, the sky was covered with mist, and the bright moon was not visible.

"Lin Du, I am glad that you came to kill me," he said, "I can't turn back, you go forward."

Lin Du stood in the darkness, the shroud looked like a rough rust mark accumulated by the dark night torrent.

The array pattern was brilliant and dazzling, turning into an arrow that pierced through the puppet's body and Wen Fu's spirit.

In the last sensory memory, the hoarse voice sounded again, "So, you are so wrong that you can't make up your mind, so you want to find someone to tell. I look down on you, Wenfu."

"You want to be the master of the world, but after you find out that you are so wrong, you choose to escape from everything and destroy yourself. You are just a coward. I really look down on you."

Lin Du took all the things on him and walked out of the formation. The next moment, Wenfu's clone was crushed into powder without a trace of blood. The

rusty and decaying narrow sword walked silently into the desolate night, to knock down the south wall that had become a dead end, to open a way out for everyone.

And behind him, was a part of the culprit, carrying repentance and regret, mixed with soil, and driven into the ground by rain, becoming the nutrient for new plants.

After reading the memory fragments, the original Wen Fu closed his eyes, and a hint of sneer arose in his heart.

Even his clone betrayed him, and he was shackled by those weak morals and emotions, and fell into a vortex of self-blame and doubt.

After all, this world cannot accommodate a purely ambitious person.

Even he himself cannot tolerate it.

Wen Fu was silent for a moment, smiled bitterly, took off the mask on his face, and threw it to the ground.

Unrecognizable? Who has a choice?

People who are swallowed by ambitions finally forget the way they came.

He looked up and sighed softly, not knowing whether it was because of the trouble in front of him or the ridiculous scene of his clone seeking death.

This formation was indeed brilliant. It must have been based on the things left by his clone, but it couldn't kill him.

After all, the clone would never know the original's trump card.

He raised his hand, and a bold breath burst out from his sleeves.

The earth trembled, the sun and the moon changed color, as if the mountains and seas were turned upside down, and a terrifying pressure descended. The formation that had been formed felt the pressure of the reversal of the rules at this moment, and the energy flow became more and more chaotic, but it never broke.

If the door to life is not broken, it will all be a dead end. It is a ruthless formation that can suppress the body and destroy the soul.

The person who set up the formation had already left, and was not lying in ambush nearby.

I guess they didn't know when he would come, so they only left this killing formation.

Without the person who set up the formation, there was no chance for the formation to be repaired and maintained, and Wen Fu had one less difficulty breaking the formation.

This formation could even trap the body of the Demon Lord and destroy the soul of a powerful being, but it still couldn't kill him.

A person who regards the world as a chessboard naturally dares to abandon himself and find another way to survive.

He has the courage that others don't have, and he dares to give up things that others dare not give up.

But just when he gave up his body and cut off part of his spirit in order to steal the world and hide in the treasure to escape, another array pattern lit up and pulled his main soul into the illusion array.

At that moment, Wen Fu felt a despair and panic that he had not felt for a long time, only in the demon willow tree in the Lanju Realm.

In that illusion array, he saw Lin Du.

"It seems that you can really escape." That voice sounded, indifferent and sarcastic, "If you give me another hundred years, I will definitely kill you, what a pity."

Wen Fu then realized that this was a nested illusion array outside the array.

"Your clone doesn't know much about you, or you two are not actually the same person," Lin Du's voice was a little ethereal. "Although I haven't found out all the truth, and my clone Wen Fu hasn't explained it clearly, it's obvious that you must be guilty."

"It doesn't matter if we can't kill them all in this formation. Even if they are the powerful people from the sects and families and the future talented cultivators, as well as the ordinary people and the evildoers in prison, the Dongming Realm is in turmoil and countless people are killed and injured. You can cut off their heads and tails, but you can't break the backbone of us righteous cultivators."

"I killed the last of your conscience. As for you, I can still kill you outside of reincarnation."

"You who are stubborn and stubborn will eventually be swallowed by evil."

Wen Fu couldn't help laughing, "Just rely on you?"

"Yes, rely on me." The divine thought left by Lin Du echoed.

"A dead person, do you still want to find out the truth and take revenge?" Wen Fu relaxed after finding that this illusion was not threatening.

All ghosts, no matter how long they stay, will eventually die.

Lin Du cannot become the corpse king who jumps out of the six realms. The conditions for becoming a corpse king are extremely harsh. It will not be Lin Du.

"No matter how far, I will reach the end of the road, even if it is only one step away from the truth and success."

"There is no such thing as good or evil in this world. What you think is the right way is nothing but what is imposed on you by the secular world and the outside world. Why is saving people good and the right way the way? It is only because people in the world are afraid of harming their own interests, so they dare not give up the remaining cancer

of the old society, and you think it is good." "Why is killing evil and evil is evil? It is because you are afraid of being deprived and hurt, but you have never thought about the clarity and new order after the turmoil."

Wen Fu wanted to show Lin Du his plans and prospects for the new order in the future, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

After all, they are different. She was born in a secular countryside, grew up in Qingzheng Cangfeng, inherited the master's order and the grace of heaven, and did not see the chaotic hearts of people below the mountain.

At that time, Wenfu only thought that those who died young were naive and funny.

It was not until he reached the end of this road to becoming the master of the new world that he realized that he was really wrong. He was teased and manipulated by the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and the chess player became the biggest chess piece.

Everyone is a chess piece, and everyone becomes a waste.

The fragments of the Heavenly Dao that he spent hundreds of years nurturing occupied the body of the Demon Lord, and wanted to devour him, seize the Heavenly Dao, and become the master of this world.

Looking at the engulfing technique and the other party's smile of victory, Wenfu chuckled. He really couldn't refine the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, but how could he trust something that he couldn't control at all.

He activated the divine curse seal that he had sealed in the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, and chose to perish with the fragments of the Heavenly Dao.

As for the dawn of the wasteland after death, let's leave it to future generations.

After all, Lin Du said that the backbone of the righteous path will not be broken, right?

As he was fading away, he suddenly remembered Lin Du's words.

He insisted on walking to the end, just one step away from success, but still... failed.

Perhaps, he really was not a blessed person.

His soul was shattered on the ruins.

He was born in a blessed family, but his fate was full of misfortunes. He wanted to use human power to overcome heaven, and used paper to manipulate the situation and layout the world. He walked alone and calculated everything. In the end, he was in poverty and desolate all his life, with scars all over his eyes, and he would never be reborn.

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Note 1: From "Zeng Guang Xian Wen".