"I don't have anything to negotiate with a female devil like you. ”

Bai Zhuo didn't hesitate, and immediately decided.

The Rakshasa snorted lightly, as if she didn't pay attention to his guard at all, "Don't say it so early, don't you want to know what happened to the Tiger Demon Clan six hundred years ago?"

600 years ago......

Bai Zhuo didn't speak, and the fingers holding the sword tightened secretly.

Six hundred years ago, he was four hundred years old, about eight years old for humans, someone secretly arranged a heavenly thunder array covering the entire tribe in the territory of the Tiger Demon Clan, when the magic circle was launched, it was the dead of night when everyone was meditating, less than fifty percent of the people who escaped were still in the meridians, and half of the meridians of the people who escaped were damaged, and it was difficult to make progress in cultivation in this life.

Both of his parents were killed in the disaster.

Since then, the power of the Tiger Demon Clan, which has lost the only saint-level powerhouse, has been declining in the demon world, and the once ten major demon clans are now even vegetarian rabbit demons dare to argue with them.

I have to admit that the words of the Rakshasa Girl are speaking to his heart, but Bai Zhuo is not so shaken by such a sentence.

"I'll find out myself, I don't need you to tell me. ”

The Rakshasa seemed to have expected such an answer, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "It's a good thing that young people are motivated, but do you really think that you can fight against the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

Bai Zhuo frowned, "What do you mean?"

"What if I say that what happened to the Tiger Demon Clan six hundred years ago was planned by the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

The Rakshasa fell backwards, leaning against the wall, looking at the top of the cell, as if admiring an interesting mural, "digging up the secrets of those old monsters for hundreds of years under their noses......"

"How's it going, do you think you can do it, little white tiger?"

She looked at Bai Zhuo, her eyebrows and eyes were in the shape of a smile, but there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.

“......”

Bai Zhuo didn't speak, silent.

Six hundred years ago, after that happened, he and his brother, who were children at the time, were not recognized by the clan, and the position of patriarch was temporarily replaced by another elder.

It wasn't until nearly two hundred years later, when he and his elder brother gradually grew up, that he took over the position of patriarch with better talent.

For two hundred years, he has been pursuing the truth of those years.

But all the clues were inexplicably interrupted in the end.

He thought that too much time had passed, and the evidence and clues had been lost in time, but in fact, now that he thought about it, it was actually more like someone was controlling the situation behind his back, and before he found the truth, he quietly cut the thread that was left behind.

The Rakshasa looked at him, a slight smile on her lips, her bright red eyes looking dark and treacherous in the dim light of the dungeon, "What are you hesitating about? There will be no second insider willing to tell you the truth except me." ”

“......”

"Why should I trust you?"

That being said, Bai Zhuo's heart actually believed seven points.

The Rakshasa sat up, as if waiting for him to ask, "Actually, you shouldn't have to say that you should think of it, the Heavenly Thunder Array that can kill the saint-level powerhouse, not to mention that six hundred years ago, even now, how many craftsmen can make it?"

"In addition to the Tiger Demon Clan, there are a total of seven Demon Clans and three human sects that have also been assassinated, all of which are top-level organizations guarded by Saint-level powerhouses, and the ten Saint-level powerhouses have all fallen without exception......"

Looking at Bai Zhuo's slightly pale face, the shallow smile in the eyes of the Rakshasa woman didn't know who she was laughing at, "Although they cleaned up the traces very cleanly, this matter is too much of a movement, and a discerning person can know what is going on at a glance...... If you had already sat in the position of the patriarch of the Tiger Demon Clan, then I think you would have understood. ”

The more Bai Zhuo thought about it, the more he felt a chill in his back, and when he reacted, he found that he had raised his sword with trembling hands and slashed at the lock of the cell door.

"When—"

Sparks fly. The chains fell to the ground, and the Roguea smiled and pushed open the cell door and walked out.

"Happy cooperation, little white tiger. ”

The Rakshasa reached out as if to pat Bai Zhuo's shoulder, but Bai Zhuo subconsciously dodged it.

The Rakshasa didn't care either, and withdrew her hand, "Go and check the god-making plan, little white tiger, I can only tell you this now, it's not a good thing to know too many things that exceed your ability level." ”

Bai Zhuo took a deep breath and agreed, "Okay." ”

His mind was now full of some "strangeness" encountered during the investigation in the past, and every time he felt that he was close to the truth, the clues would always be unexpectedly interrupted, and all those seemingly seamless coincidences were tangled in his mind at this time, so that he could not know where to start.

When he came back to his senses, there was no trace of the Rakshasa in front of him, and he wanted to look around, but found that he couldn't move.

Fixation again?

Bai Zhuo: "......"

Fortunately, the predicament did not last long, and soon Meng Changling brought some children of the Xiaoyaomen to the dungeon and helped him unlock the talisman.

Facing the eyes of the crowd, Bai Zhuo secretly thought to himself what he should explain.

After all, he was at the peak of the transformation realm, and he couldn't even look at a woman who had been sealed with spiritual power, and it was a little unreasonable to think about it.

As a result, before he could speak, Meng Changling first reached out and patted him on the shoulder, with a somewhat comforting expression, "Don't blame yourself too much, Bai Daoyou, the Rakshasa Woman's methods are unpredictable, and that chain may not be able to lock her at all...... I didn't think it through, I should have watched her myself. ”

“......”

Bai Zhuo didn't know what to say, so he nodded silently.

"Master Meng, what should we do now?"

A child from the Xiaoyao Gate asked.

"Let's wait for everyone in the fairy world to arrive, and then discuss countermeasures. ”

Meng Changling replied.

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When he left the dungeon, it was the peak of the day, Dong Wusheng raised his hand to cover his forehead, and looked up at the sun in the sky.

The Xiaoyao Gate is built on the top of the towering Xiaoyao Mountain, and if you don't use means such as sword flight or magic talismans, you can only rely on a pair of legs, and the road down the mountain alone will be until tomorrow morning.

The talisman is also driven by spiritual power. Dong Wusheng's spiritual power is now sealed, and it is really a little difficult to move an inch in the territory of this immortal cultivator.

But it's not completely impossible.

Dong Wusheng took out a blank talisman paper from the inner pocket of his black robe, bit his fingers, drew the pattern of the magic talisman with ease, and then pasted it on his body, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

Ordinary talismans, written with ordinary pen and ink, record is only a special spiritual power structure, when using the need to use spiritual power, if the talisman is written with its own energy, then only need to be driven by spiritual power, blood talisman is one of them.

Dong Wusheng only felt that the picture in front of him was distorted for a moment, and when he returned to normal again, the person had already appeared in the barren valley where he had fallen from injuries before.

Eh, the environment is good.

Dong Wusheng glanced around, saw his mask floating on the water, walked over and scooped it up, shook off the water and buckled it to his face.

Although this barren valley didn't look like anyone was going to come at all, just in case, Dong Wusheng still found a leeward mountain wall, sharpened iron like mud with a sickle, and dug a cave for one person to live in a short time.

Sitting down against the mountain wall, Dong Wusheng let out a long breath, a slight soothing smile on his expressionless face all the way.