The essence of heaven and earth contained in the Sun and Moon Stone has been completely absorbed and digested by Jiang Feng in the past ten years, so that Jiang Feng has today.

It seems that an ordinary mountain patrol demon actually has the strength to surpass the leader of the little demon, and Jiang Feng is not inferior even to some newly promoted demon leaders.

Most of the time, the demonic qi in Jiang Feng's body gathers in the lower abdomen dantian, and only when he fights and heals his injuries does he release that substance-like aura, which can be released and collected, and can be regarded as self-cultivation to the realm of primary demon power.

This time of healing, Jiang Feng was lucky, and the demonic qi that slowly rotated like a grinding disc in the dantian instantly rushed into all the meridians, like a vigorous seed germinating, and the physical damage caused by the magic weapon Jade Huang began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The charred black muscle skin automatically fell off, and the bright red and white skin of the body grew under the urging of demonic power, and after a while, Jiang Feng suddenly got up, and his injuries were gone.

"The way of cultivation between humans and demons is very different, I use demon qi to refine the human body, and it seems that the strength is not inferior to those gifted demon beasts, why is this, is it related to the pill that the white-eyed old Taoist gave me when I was young, or the effect of the sun and moon stone?" Looking back on the past, Jiang Feng couldn't help but be a little confused.

Even though he practices hard and has an excellent understanding, it is a little unreasonable for the little demon who patrols the mountains to stand out in this base of nearly one million and fight for ten years without dying.

There must be a demon when things are impermanent, and Jiang Feng has been thinking about it for many years, and finally fixed on the fact that the white-eyed Taoist let him take the vermilion pill.

That memory was very vague, before being kidnapped by the demon king Lu Wu, Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that there was a vague fragment, a white-eyed old Taoist once appeared, and he pressed it his seal, and at that moment it seemed that his soul was burning.

Every time he thought about it, he didn't get anything, Jiang Feng didn't think much about it, and saw a demon doctor lift the curtain and wave to him, so he walked into the back hall.

followed the demon doctor to a compartment, and saw that Gaidi Tiger's eyes were free, his face was pale, and his whole body was covered with blood, as if he was dying.

"There's no way, it's a miracle that this guy can survive until now, not to mention external and internal injuries, even the domineering thunder power in his body can kill him, he seems to have a wish unfulfilled, beckon me to call you over." The demon doctor was used to seeing the life and death of the little demons, so he didn't say anything more, and turned to leave.

"Gaidihu, what else can I help you?" Although he has only been with Gaidihu for a short year and has not had a deep friendship, Jiang Feng still misses this friendship very much, otherwise he would not have fled for his life and brought this burden.

Without the burden of Gaidi Tiger, Jiang Feng would not have intercepted Xie Shi and the other three, nor would he have exploded with all his strength, and he would shoot ruthlessly, almost stabbing Weng Qian to death.

Jiang Feng knew that there was no problem with how many disciples of the Nine Great Dao Gate would kill, just like the little demon who patrolled the mountain in the Ancestral God Mountain, no matter how many demon kings died, they would not frown.

But the death of the inner disciple of the Nine Great Dao Gate will make their elders sit on pins and needles, and they may come to snipe and kill a little demon in person to avenge the apprentice, Jiang Feng is not willing to bury such a bane.

"Jiang Feng, although I am a little demon, I am born with psychic skills, so I am completely calm...... When you calm down, you can feel some strange things in the dark, among which ...... Including some secrets of the ancestral god and demon king. The tiger was spitting blood, but there was a strange glow on his face.

"Say it slowly, don't rush. Jiang Feng was a little surprised, because the little demon was born with a different endowment almost one in ten thousand, and an inconspicuous cat demon like Gaidihu had mastered the ability of psychics, maybe he could really know the secrets of the ancestral god and demon king.

"Give me the knife. Gai Dihu pointed to the silver knife left by the demon doctor on the desk.

Jiang Feng stuffed the knife into Gaidihu's hand and didn't ask much.

A deep flush appeared on Gaidihu's face, and then he slashed the knife into the inside of his left arm, cutting a long bloody wound, and pulling a small square stone tablet from the flesh and bones.

Wipe the blood on the stone tablet, spread it in the palm of his hand, and motioned for Jiang Feng to take it.

This small stone plaque is green all over, and there seem to be many small insects swimming in it, revealing a little weird.

Jiang Feng was a little surprised: "Psychic Jade?"

"That's right, this is the psychic jade that connects with my heart, and the secrets of the ancestral god and demon king are hidden in it, of course...... There are also some little secrets that I think are valuable. Gaidi Tiger said with some pride.

"Thank you. "Jiang Feng knows the value of a piece of psychic jade, and it can definitely be exchanged for a rare demon clan cultivation method.

"You concentrate your mind on the jadeite, and even if you don't know spiritism, you should be able to collect some secrets through it. Gai Dihu looked at the psychic jade in Jiang Feng's hand, his eyes were pitiful and reluctant.

As if feeling Gaidi Tiger's attachment to the jade, Jiang Feng stuffed the jade back into the hands of the cat demon.

Gai Dihu held the jade tightly with both hands, muttering something in his mouth, but his hands became weaker and weaker, and finally his eyes were dilated, and the psychic jade fell to the ground, letting out a strange sorrowful sound, which seemed to be mourning the former owner.

Jiang Feng covered Gaidi Tiger's round eyes, bent down to pick up the psychic jade that might have hidden the secret of the Ancestral God and Demon King, pondered for a moment, and then slashed his chest with the silver knife.

This knife almost penetrated deep into the heart, and if someone was on the side, they could even clearly see that the heart-shaped body was beating vigorously.

Jiang Feng stuffed the psychic jade into the chest cavity under the blurred flesh and blood, above the heart, and then covered his chest and began to heal his wounds.

In just one cup of tea, the knife wound on Jiang Feng's chest had completely healed, leaving only a faint red mark.

The psychic jade beat and fluctuated with the heart in Jiang Feng's body, and there was a tendency to gradually merge, and he began to accept Jiang Feng as the new master.

Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to the corpse of the Gaidi Tiger, because in the Ancestral God Mountain, even if the demon leader died on the battlefield, it was impossible to dig a grave and erect a monument, bury it on the spot or throw it into the demon pool, which was the final destination of the vast majority of monsters.

There were not many cubicles in the back hall, and Jiang Feng quickly found Weng Qian.

Weng Qian's face was a little pale because of excessive blood loss, and she lay quietly on the wooden platform, motionless, completely unaware that Jiang Feng walked in.

Jiang Feng found that the eyes of this beautiful woman seemed to have lost the agility they had when they first met, and even had a slightly unruly look, which was dull.

Any female disciple of the inner sect of the Dao Sect, who claims to be the lady of the heavens, after suffering this kind of physical and psychological double blow, will probably be like this walking corpse, until he is hurt by greater stimulation or regains his confidence.

"How are the injuries?" Jiang Feng asked.

Weng Qian noticed Jiang Feng's arrival at this time, and Zhiwu replied, "It should be...... It should be fine. ”

"Okay, don't get up yet, come with me, do you want to live here?" Jiang Feng frowned.

Weng Qian gritted her teeth, and cursed the incomprehensible little demon in front of her over and over again in her heart, but she could only stand up from the wooden platform by force.

As soon as her feet landed, Weng Qian, who had lost too much blood, felt dizzy, and when she stumbled, she was about to fall to the ground.

Finally, Jiang Feng made a move, but unfortunately it was not Weng Qian who stretched out his warm and powerful arms as he imagined and cared for them carefully in his arms, but grabbed her collar and lifted it up like a chicken, stabilizing Weng Qian's body.