"Seventy-two Demon Gods?!" a warm flame jumped in mid-air, and there seemed to be a vague long-tailed bird in the flames. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I guess I'm not mistaken," Shiso touched lightly with his hand on his forehead, "those memories that are imprinted in the soul are so vivid. ”

"Solomon's seventy-first of the seventy-two pillars of the Demon God, Tarin, the rank duke commands twenty-six legions......" he muttered a few words softly, "Ya... Master, do you remember the rank of the Demon God?"

"Emperors, Grand Dukes, Staff, Generals, Kings, Marquises, Counts, Presidents, Princes, Dukes, Demons, Demons. ”

"Each class is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower, and the strength is very different. Just making the demon upper, middle and lower corresponds to the three stages of the monk's qi refining, foundation building, and heart movement, which are divided into the early, middle and late stages. ”

Shisu understood his words and said what he knew word by word.

"Do you want to make an inferior envoy with inferior qualifications have the power to defeat your noble son or even above it?"

Shisu's eyes lit up, "Demon God inheritance, find the magic weapon." ”

Fu turned into doubts again, but then Ta Lin had already found his magic weapon, otherwise he would have gained a foothold in this realm and concealed the investigation of those powerful people.

"The remnants of the demon gods are scattered, I am neither dead nor broken, but sleeping, and when the war resumes, I will once again flutter my wings to lead the boundless darkness. The low, hoarse voice whispered with an eerie mysterious melody that evoked the desires of the depths of the heart.

Shisu's eyes were slightly distracted, and he sang in a low voice in confusion following the guidance of the voice, and the unwillingness and resentment buried in the depths of his heart surfaced in his heart, as if the dust that had been swept into the depths was led by the wind to return from the depths and blind the whole world.

Why don't you follow the footsteps of the demon god, find the scattered treasures, take revenge on this cold and merciless world, let it know that you can't deprive others of their happiness at will, follow the demon god who pursues freedom, and wave the blade to the god king who rules all living beings, and let him know the supremacy of freedom.

"Wake up!" the scorching flames poured in from all directions, burying the small dark figure, the scorching breath was like a flame falling into a glacier, stirring up a thick fog and making a piercing sound, covering up the murmur and the desire that stood in front of him.

Shisu shuddered, she had just ..... almost become the attendant of the demon god, if she was not there, thinking about this, Shisu couldn't help but look panicked She didn't know if she was still her after that, and what she would do.

Is freedom supreme? hindering my freedom, several of my enemies, there is no other way to kill them!

What if it is one's parents, two relatives, relatives and friends?

No, no, absolutely not!

In this world, there is a word called duty, and no matter how or when it appears, she only knows that this word can make her feel free from the condemnation of her conscience.

Looking at the opposite side, I saw that the figure of the bird in the flame was even more blurred, but there was a faint bird-shaped outline, and I couldn't help but worry in my heart, and my eyes showed a look of shame, if it weren't for the fact that she was confused by the voice in her memory as soon as she heard the four words of the Demon God's Hidden Treasure just now, she wouldn't have wasted so much strength for her that even her body was barely maintained.

"Blazing ......" Shisu didn't know what to say, saying sorry and saying it wasn't intentional, but the words were always so pale and weak, and if he apologized and admitted a mistake, could the mistakes he made be reversed, wouldn't it be like this?

How much effort had been exerted for her, and how hard it must have been for her to maintain the flame and comb the flame every time she received the meek infusion of the flame, but she had never heard it complain.

"Master, you still have a knot, I shouldn't have dragged you into this complicated grudge, you should have just been an ordinary student for a hundred years, who knows where it will be next time you are reincarnated?"

"No, it's not......" Zi Su hurriedly denied it, but he suddenly stopped, no, not what? Isn't there resentment? Don't you really blame Chu Feng for dragging themselves into all this? Don't you take the early death of your mother, the departure of your grandmother, and the alienation of your father on them, she has always thought that she is a person from the Pangu Realm, and the Pangu Realm is her homeland as a reason for her to move forward, knowing that the time is urgent, but she always makes a game of the world to find all kinds of reasons for herself. Does familiarity with this world have to start from the mortal world? How could the cultivation realm not be a part of this world? When those babies who were born and were not very old were discovered to be extremely talented, they were immediately admitted to the sect and cultivated from an early age, and they did not know that the things of this world were incompatible with the world? And when she was running away from everything, Chi never urged her, but just silently took care of the medicine garden, picking and planting the herbs she needed for her future cultivation one by one, and storing them separately.

"Blazing, it's time for today. Shiso, who had wished, felt the beating of the blazing flames around her body, and felt the joy and relief.

Even if it is not for those high-sounding truths, just for the sake of Chi, a person who protects himself without complaint and indulges himself, he must work hard once! Rather than caring for nothing, Chi would like to hear that he accepts it without delay, right?! After all, no matter what he says, he will not change his mind, so how can he be willing to let his hard work go to waste.

Xiao Fan leaned weakly on a raised stone wall in the stone cave, glanced at the colorful prohibitions flickering at the entrance of the cave, and then looked at the fox Qiu boy with five hearts facing the sky and frowning and silver teeth biting.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move, he really wanted to leave here immediately and leave this young man's side while he was doing his luck. Although there is a prohibition barrier at the entrance of the cave, he believes that as long as he is given a certain amount of time, and he understands some prohibition principles, there will always be a chance to open.

And the things that the young man knew were too dangerous, and he didn't know what the purpose of the young man was to find a hidden stone cave without returning to Fang City, but his keen intuition made him feel that the young man's slow awakening and his godless state not long ago were related to the demon god he had encountered.

Father used to say that the more you know, the greater the responsibility and the greater the power, but the closer you are to death, especially when you do not have the strength to resist that death.

But even if he really had the opportunity to leave, would he leave? Xiao Fan asked himself, thinking that his answer would be very simple, but Xiao Fan found himself hesitating, what is the demon god, he only vaguely knows that there is such a living being, but he doesn't know what the demon god is, and he doesn't know if the enemy's avenger can succeed?

After thinking about it, Xiao Fan felt a little bitter in his heart, what other way did he have but to dance on the tip of the knife with this mysterious son? Let's not say whether others knew about the demon god, even if he knew that others had it, how could he tell him that he had no relatives and no reason? Why did he help him with that childhood sweetheart? What did he exchange for the remnants of a dying man? The only person who could help him might be this mysterious boy who sometimes seemed a little crazy, after all, even if someone else was willing to help him, could they find it in his surviving breath? What's more, he is not ungrateful.

Hearing the slight change in the breathing rate around him, Xiao Fan retracted his cranky thoughts and looked at the young man wearing a blood-stained fox fur with an inquiring gaze, and Xiao Fan knew that the blood on the fox fur was his.

When he opened his eyes, Xiao Fan only felt that the real stone cave suddenly turned white and there was a dazzling feeling, and his eyes were uncomfortable.

Look at those eyes again, as he had glimpsed in the flower shop before, the ink color was deep but pure and clean, as if containing a gentle chuckle, approachable, and like deep ice, giving people an unapproachable sense of indifference, where there is still half a point of whiteness.

Stretching out his hand, Xiao Fan only felt that he was not under the slightest control and left the stone wall, unable to resist and watched as the young man used his fingers as a pen and spirit as ink to get enough lines on his body. At a changing speed, he formed one handprint after another, and his fingers tapped on the big points around his body.

It's always the worst but a dead word, and when he thought about it, Xiao Fan didn't think about breaking free from resistance, I don't know if it was an illusion, he only felt that the young man's movements seemed to be a little faster.

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