Celestial Master [entertainment circle]

Chapter 156

"Boom--"

Lang Xingjun's feet landed on the ground, and a deep gully was drawn on the ground immediately, until he stopped, almost submerged in the position of his calf.

He stared fiercely at the sneak attacker, his eyes were almost burning with fire, and even his facial features became a little distorted.

"who are you?"

Endless murderous intent surged in his voice, just listening to it made people shudder, like a Shura who came from the killing hell.

Standing opposite him was a man covered in a black cloak. He could vaguely see a tall and strong figure under the black cloak. He should be a man, but he was wearing a white mask with only his eyes exposed. The two amber pupils are as silent as a pool of stagnant water, which is unforgettable.

The man in the black cloak pointed to Luo Shifang, who was lying on the ground with weak breathing and covered in blood, and said in a calm tone:

"He can't be killed."

"Heh~" Lang Xingjun first let out a low laugh mockingly, and then the smile gradually widened, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the ears, more ferocious than a ghost.

After laughing, he tilted his head and said, "What are you?"

What he hates the most is someone pointing fingers at him.

Can't kill?

Then he wants to kill!

First chop up Luo Shifang, and then make this black cloaked man into a pig!

Before he finished speaking, the figure he was standing on was already blurred like a ghost, and in the next moment, he approached Luo Shifang's head again.

Seeing this, the man in the black cloak suddenly protruded a wave-like purple light from the wide black robe, and threw it in the direction of Mr. Lang Xing.

The purple light seems to be soft, but it actually makes a series of "swish" cracking sounds in the air.

Lang Xingjun took a closer look, it turned out to be a chain forged from Nether Soul Crystal and Basalt Iron Rock, a rare fourth-level magic weapon.

He was helplessly forced back a few meters, but he didn't give up. With a wave of one arm, another cloud of needles was thrown out with great force, wishing to stab Luo Shifang riddled with holes immediately.

The man in the black cloak flicked the iron chain, and the Liuyun Needle, which was supposed to hit the target, was immediately shattered by Qi Jin.

His body was extraordinarily graceful, with his toes lightened, a gust of wind rose from the ground, and he was carried towards Lang Xingjun.

"Ding Ding Ding-"

The sound of metal collisions continued one after another, as dense as raindrops.

It turned out that Lang Xingjun formed a line blade killing formation around him at some point. If anyone didn't check, he would be cut into pieces the moment he entered this formation.

The man in the black cloak was surrounded by sparks. He was holding two six-inch short swords. When he swung them, the light flowed. He could only see their shadows, but it was hard to see them. The almost invisible line blade array had no effect on him at all.

Lang Xingjun's gaze sharpened, and a line of blades slashed at the black cloaked man's neck, ready to behead him directly.

Suddenly, a fleeting purple light was caught in his vision, so fast that he had no time to react.

"laugh!"

"Clap."

Lang Xingjun felt that he seemed to be disconnected from his wrist, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a palm lying on the ground beside him, and on the palm, there was a short sword nailing it deeply to the ground.

Although he didn't feel any pain, the trauma to his body made him feel even more annoyed.

"enough."

The man in the black cloak withdrew his chain sword, and took out a black gold token from his bosom. On the token was engraved a tower with a strange shape that went up to the sky like a shuttle.

The moment Lang Xingjun saw this token, he restrained his killing intent.

"Are you a person who defies the world?"

This tall tower is the symbol of the World-Defying Sect, symbolizing the passage between the human world and other worlds.

The man in the black cloak: "Yes, obey my order, he cannot be killed."

"Heh... You said that from the beginning, and it saved us a lot of struggle and wasted effort."

obey?ridiculous.

Lang Xingjun cast a sideways glance at the other party, picked up the broken palm on the ground, first connected it to the wrist with a thread, and then used spiritual power to repair it.

He quietly asked: "What do you want to use this kid for?"

The man in the black cloak: "This is none of your business."

Lang Xingjun was more or less used to the other party's indifference, and also responded indifferently: "Then where is this place? Where did you come from?"

"This is the frontier desert between the spirit world and the demon world. It is to separate the two worlds from the area divided by the demon gods. The headquarters of the World-Defying Sect is not far away." A layer of shadows, clear and cold, a bit like a mechanically synthesized voice, "As world-defying believers in the human world, you have low authority and cannot know the location of the headquarters. I will send you and him back separately later."

The two were talking, but no one paid any attention to Luo Shifang who was lying in a pool of blood on one side.

It wasn't until rationality gradually returned that Lang Xingjun realized something was wrong.

Luo Shifang's body was occupied by a demon. Logically speaking, even if Luo Shifang's body was chopped into minced meat, it would not affect the demon.

But now, since Da Luo Shifang's physical body was severely injured, the demon seemed to have disappeared and completely merged with this physical body.

At least from the current point of view, Luo Shifang does not fit the characteristics of a devil at all.

- It's strange.

Lang Xingjun felt that he seemed to have been concealed a lot of inside information, and said with a smile: "I never knew that the World-Defying Sect has such a close relationship with demons. It seems to be no different from Satanism, a religion that believes in demons."

The man in the black cloak: "It's not the same. As for the specific reasons, you can read the teachings instead of questioning my behavior here."

"I'm not questioning your actions."

Lang Xingjun shook his head and said in a low voice, "I'm questioning you."

Suddenly, almost transparent line blades rose from all directions, turned into entangled nets, and swept towards the man in the black cloak.

Just after the battle ended, the disordered aura in the air interfered with his perception. The man in the black cloak slightly miscalculated the sneak attack, his pupils shrank, and he used a chain sword to protect his body.

Even though Lang Xingjun was inferior to the opponent in the previous battle, he was still a fourth-level powerhouse who had recovered his strength. Since the man in the black cloak was also at the fourth-level position, the difference between their wins and losses should not be so obvious.

The man in the black cloak successfully avoided the ultimate move, but the mask on his face was split in half from the center of the forehead.

Hidden under the mask was a tough, handsome, upright face, but his pale complexion and quiet temperament made him look like a puppet that fabricated the appearance of a young knight.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be "lifelike".

However, after Lang Xingjun saw this face, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, complex expressions erupted in his eyes one after another, like an active volcano.

Full of unwillingness, remorse, panic, hatred, and hard to let go of retention and expectations.

Rationality is like a piece of paper, when it encounters a prairie fire, it instantly burns to ashes.

Sure enough, he never looked away.

"Why is that you……"

Lang Xingjun's body was trembling, after a long silence, he finally found his voice.

But when he chewed out that name word by word, all other emotions became pale and powerless under the pressure of love and hatred.

"Luo, Jiu, Zhou!"

Lang Xingjun's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and his aura was flying around, turning into wind blades that tore through the air with a "swish" sound, causing smoke and dust to rise within a radius of one mile, and the air was heavy.

This man whom he hated for decades should have died, but died of old age and sorrow.

Originally, he thought that he would continue to hate in the years to come.

It's just that when the other party... or a fake with the other's appearance stood in front of him, even though his rationality tried to suppress his instinctive reaction several times, more powerful emotions directly detonated the nightmare that had lingered in his life.

That face was Luo Jiuzhou when he was young.

Handsome, unrestrained, romantic, strong... All the compliments can be concentrated on the other party, the other party is the proud son of heaven in that era.

On the other hand, he is now.

Old, ugly, gloomy, cunning... What a scum suitable for humane destruction.

Over the past few decades, his physical body has changed one after another, and it has long since lost its original appearance. There is more than a barrier between the two of them.

The inexplicable shame was like a huge rock, pressing on Lang Xingjun's shoulders.

He is already crazy.

Lang Xingjun staggered back, even covered his eyes with one arm, and roared hoarsely:

"Don't look! Don't look—!"

Why, he would become like this, but the other party is still "living" so well?

Hate it!Hate it!

However, compared to Lang Xingjun's exaggerated reaction, "Luo Jiuzhou"'s original cold expression became chilling, and he spit out seven words like a law enforcement machine.

"If you violate the regulations, you will be killed without mercy."

The chain turned into a snake-like purple light. "Luo Jiuzhou" was obviously merciful before. Now, after exploding to the extreme speed, within a breath, he arrived in front of Lang Xingjun, and the two daggers pointed at the same time. The neck and the heart were stabbed at two vital points.

"Ding! Ding!"

The dagger hit an invisible barrier, sparking two sparks one after another.

"Hahaha—Kill Unforgiven?"

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Lang Xingjun's eyes: "No matter who you are...Luo Jiuzhou, today I will cut your body into pieces and make you a box of ashes again. You should never appear in front of me in this life." !"

Xiao Hei said not long ago that bitterness and spiciness are the taste of Lang Xingjun's soul.

Bitterness stems from his heartfelt sorrow; spicyness stems from the madness forged by his extreme emotions.

In the desolate roar, he actually used his own body as a weapon, injected spiritual energy into the broken arm, and when the broken arm swung in front of "Luo Jiuzhou", it exploded loudly.

The physical body of a fourth-level powerhouse is the best material.

"Oh!"

Blood splattered and bone spurs flew everywhere.

Even though "Luo Jiuzhou" avoided most of the attacks, there were still some tiny scratches on his face.

Lang Xingjun's expression was ferocious and distorted, as if he was trying to destroy himself and drag the other party into purgatory, never to die.

However, his madness was not enough to bring him victory.

Without rational thinking, coupled with the current overall strength of "Luo Jiuzhou" suppressing him, he is incompetent and furious.

The two daggers criss-crossed in mid-air, successfully dodging all vigor riots that could divert their movement trajectories.

Before he could dodge in time, Lang Xingjun received a sword forcefully.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and this time, his right arm was also completely cut off.

"Luo Kyushu, Luo Kyushu, Luo Kyushu..."

Lang Xingjun kept chanting this name, like a curse, like an accusation.

His eyes were about to split open, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he was even more terrifying than a ghost.

"Why are you always so cruel? Just when I was about to let go, you ran out to stir up my demons? Why do you always block my way? Die, die, die...die!"

"Luo Jiuzhou" didn't answer him, but just turned into an afterimage blankly, and the dagger fell to Lang Xingjun's vitals again and again.

Two fourth-level powerhouses fought together.

The air within a mile radius was filled with murderous intent.

……

On the other hand, Luo Shifang has some vague feelings about the fight and communication between Lang Xingjun and "Luo Jiuzhou".

It's just that in his field of vision, two colors of darkness and scarlet are reflected at the same time.

He couldn't stand up, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

At the same time, the vitality in his body was rapidly disappearing.

—Are you going to die?

Luo Shifang was unwilling to die.

The only person he thought of at this moment was Yan Yuan.

Even the conversation they had not long ago rang in his ears.

Luo Shifang: "Mr. Yan, I'm so tired."

Yan Yuan: "I'm by your side, and I won't let you suffer so much in the future."

Luo Shifang: "Thank you, I just have to be busy."

Yan Yuan: "Waiting for you to come back."

Luo Shifang: "Yes."

He... has to go back.

Otherwise, Mr. Yan's life safety will still be threatened.

What's more, people who don't count their words, suddenly release people as pigeons, people who don't speak their word are too bad.

——Move!hand!move!

Luo Shifang breathed a sigh of relief, trying to make his physical body move.

—he wants to go back!

Suddenly, the imprint of the demon god's blessing behind his ear flickered, and his consciousness was led to a wonderful space.

The bright red sky, the pitch-black earth, his legs raised slightly, and the ground rippled like the surface of water.

When he looked down, he saw four reflections.

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy... His face clearly appeared on every reflection, expressing very distinct emotions on his face.

And not far away from him, stood a human figure... When he took a closer look, he realized that it was his appearance when he was demonized.

Except for the lack of facial features, other aspects are the same as his demonized image.

It seems that this is the space in his consciousness.

"How about trying to borrow more of its power?" Demon God Asmodeus' playful voice came from the blessing mark, "You have no choice now, I want to see what you will become in the end."

Demon skin is not real skin, to be precise, it is more equivalent to the shell of a demon.

Luo Shifang had already noticed this, so he tried to avoid using the devil incarnation.

In the presence of unknown factors, it is very dangerous to rush the soul out of the body and become a demon, and... demonization is uncontrollable. Once the soul leaves the body, it will automatically turn into a demon, and even a strong man like Lang Xingjun Everyone can be deceived, no matter how you think about it, there are problems.

But Luo Shifang didn't question it.

As the other party said, at present he has no choice but to further his demonization.

After the demon god Asmoda noticed his determination, there was a gentle smile in his tone:

"What a good boy~ No matter what you become in the end, I will always accept you with open arms."

……

"Boom! Crack!"

A red thunder from the sky landed on Luo Shifang.

This scene attracted the attention of "Luo Jiuzhou", but it did not shake Mr. Lang Xing at all.

The latter closed all emotions and all senses, and only the existence of "Luo Jiuzhou" could be seen in the field of vision.

Because of the diversion of attention, "Luo Jiuzhou" didn't check for a while, and got a few new injuries on his body, but they were not serious, and he didn't even frown.

But it aroused Lang Xingjun's deeper hatred.

"Why don't you hurt? I want you to hurt like me!"

As he said that, regardless of the load on his heart, he exploded another cloud of spiritual energy.

"Luo Jiuzhou" finally frowned, but not because of his own injury, but because another red thunder fell on Luo Shifang's body.

Then, as if being summoned, more and more red thunders descended, and the red light and black light complemented each other.

Those who didn't know thought that Luo Shifang had been chopped into coke long ago.

Quite the opposite.

The red thunder crackled and turned into an electric snake and swam away, repairing Luo Shifang's injury, and at the same time boosting his aura faintly.

In a short time, the red thunder that fell from the sky became more and more dense, and Luo Shifang's recovery speed became faster and faster.

The broken bone spur was retracted into the body, the muscles were stretched again, and then the skin covered it... Even the slightest trace of injury was no longer visible.

A fourth-level powerhouse is being born.

However, this breath does not originate from humans.

But the devil.

"Luo Jiuzhou"'s eyes moved slightly, and he still said to Lang Xingjun expressionlessly: "Master has never given up on you, and today I will show your final value."

After all, "Luo Jiuzhou" disappeared in place under the tear of a sudden force of space.

There is no looking back, and no retention.

Lang Xingjun's attack came to nothing.

If other people stood aside and watched, they would find that, compared with killing intent, Lang Xingjun's emotion was more about redemption, and even a bit of begging.

He knelt down on the ground in a daze, and murmured: "Have you ever given up on me? My final value? It's all bullshit... You guys clearly gave up on me at the beginning, so why talk about 'no'?"

Determined his "final value" at the outset?

——It’s just chess pieces!There is nothing to give up and not to give up!At the end of the day, but... pawns!

……

At this time, Luo Shifang regained consciousness and opened his eyes.

His eyes were normal black at first, but they were soon dyed red in a flash of bright light, and his pupils were no longer warm and circular, but a heart-shaped shimmering white light. .

This is the demon eye that can only be obtained after demonizing.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and stretched out his palm, and with a thought, his fingernails turned black with a shadow of reflection, extremely sharp, and the back of his hand and the joints of his nails were also covered with scales and joints.

And when he took back all the characteristics of demonization, his momentum returned to the peak of the third level.

"It seems...it's not that I broke through to level four, but that the demon coat first became level four, and as long as I am willing, the devil coat will cover my body more tightly than before, making me a pseudo-level four the strong..."

He can't rely on demonization all the time, but at least, he has an extra life-saving means, so that he will not be afraid even if he faces a fourth-level powerhouse in the future.

Lang Xingjun belatedly felt the aura of Luo Shifang behind him.

His eyes were slightly sideways, and the dull eyes were filled with painful obsession, and the two lines of blood and tears had already been shed.

"Your astrological views are all of the same species!"

As soon as the words fell, Lang Xingjun rushed forward like a ghost, and his arm that had almost turned into bones grabbed Luo Shifang's neck.

However, for the current Luo Shifang, the opponent's movements were extremely slow.

Lang Xingjun tried his best when fighting "Luo Jiuzhou" not long ago. Now his strength is not as good as Luo Shifang, who is at the top of the third level, so how can he be the opponent of the latter?

"Lang, Qing, Feng!"

Seeing that the other party was so obsessed with wanting to kill him, Luo Shifang yelled angrily.

Lang Xingjun's pupils dilated slightly, and his figure froze instantly.

——It has been a long time, and no one has called out such a nostalgic name to him.

Luo Shifang's look of killing intent and heartbroken in his indignation made Lang Xingjun see the past through time, opened his mouth, and spit out two words.

"Brother..."

"laugh!"

Lang Xingjun bumped into Luo Shifang's demonized sharp claws, piercing through his heart.

The heart is the core of his cultivation and also the organ where he stores his soul.

Luo Shifang clenched his teeth and withdrew his hand.

The sprayed blood soaked the entire field of vision.

Lang Xingjun fell to the ground on his back, looking at a blood-red sky, memories flashed like a revolving lantern.

It was a chaotic and bloody era where demons were rampant. When he first met Luo Jiuzhou, the first thing he said was "Come with me, I will always take care of you."

It wasn't until they held hands that Luo Jiuzhou asked, "My child, what's your name."

He said his name was Lang Qingfeng.

"Lang Qingfeng? It's a nice name."

Such a simple compliment made him remember his whole life and brought him redemption.

Later, they encountered many things, including quarrels, resistance, and reconciliation. Even if it was noisy, everything was so beautiful.

Until he was sent by his master to guard Luo Jiuzhou's wife from being harassed by the evil spirit. At that time, he was fighting with the evil spirit, but the other party ran into him...

At that moment, Luo Jiuzhou returned home.

He was jealous of that woman, but...that woman was very kind to him, he remembered it.

Everyone said that he killed the other party, so he felt that he was the one who made the mistake. It was not that the other party bumped into him, but he killed someone out of jealousy.

At that time, Luo Jiuzhou finally showed a painful expression, and shouted his name hoarsely.

"Lang Qingfeng!"

Then, he became a sinner, killed his master, betrayed the sect, and was at odds with Luo Jiuzhou and even the orthodox Taoist world.

Who made him a madman who did all kinds of evil?

Muting his pregnant sister-in-law, killing his master, and going to kill his senior brother... He is the most despised villain in the whole world.

So, is he crazy, or is everyone crazy together?

Since he is a pawn, what exactly is his function?If he is a pawn, what is the love and care that was given to him earlier?If he is not a pawn, why should his final value be judged from the beginning?

Incomprehensible.

"Uncle Master... I have never called you that before, this is the first and last time I call you that." Luo Shifang sighed, and through the other person's physical body, he seemed to see the man named "Lang Qingfeng" The true face of the soul.

Looking at Luo Shifang's face, Lang Xingjun seemed to understand something before he died.

"You're all... just like me."

"what?"

Luo Shifang frowned, unable to understand this sentence.

The next moment, Lang Xingjun showed a slight smile on his face, as if he was taken to a place where he could feel at ease, he slowly closed his eyes.

Before he died, he stretched out his hand slightly upwards, as if returning to that night when he was redeemed, and held Luo Jiuzhou's generous and warm palm.

Luo Jiuzhou's gentle voice seemed to come from his ears.

"Come with me, I will always take care of you."

Luo Shifang bowed his head to listen carefully, but what Lang Xingjun said was: "What you say is what you say."

Immediately afterwards, Lang Xingjun's body shattered to the ground, and his heart was turned into ashes. All calculations and plans became meaningless after his death.

But after his death, he will continue to bear the karmic sanctions from heaven and earth. His soul will be divided into countless parts, and he will suffer all kinds of inhuman pain until the end of the world.

In the final analysis, the past cannot be changed, Lang Xingjun is already an unforgivable villain.