Regarding the information about non-goodness, Wen Renran also doesn't know a lot, and he can only roughly say that some of the images are known to Wo Jiangzi.

After understanding a little bit, sitting on the bank of the river, Wo Jiangzi, who was dressed in a scarlet robe, lifted the fishing rod in his hand and said thoughtfully: "This is really a bit tricky." ”

"Yes, for you who have difficulty grasping the changes in current events in time, there is nothing more troublesome than having an extra set of variables in the game. ”

The spiritual thinking of non-benevolent people is too strange to do anything absurd. Wen Renran didn't expect that without the provocation of the ghost king's coffin, Grandpa Thorn had only appeared in the rivers and lakes until now, and by the way, he brought out such a strange race.

"Wo Jiangzi, it's Xutian who should have a headache anyway, we don't need to worry about him. Although the non-benevolent behave strangely, they are loyal to the heavenly demons. As long as the Holy Mother is immortal and the temperament of the heavenly demons has not changed greatly, the non-virtuous class will not be too dangerous to the Central Plains martial arts. ”

"I see. By the way, like the Yekou Moon people, after the appearance of the non-good class, the world temporarily lacks understanding of it. Regardless of the creation that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, if there is no solution to the ghost fire of the body, the generals of the Demon Sword Dao and the Demon Sword Realm may not be able to gain the upper hand. The relationship between Zhutian, the Demon Queen, and the Strategy may give birth to subtle changes, and you have to pay attention to it at all times. ”

With a thought in his mind, Wen Renran blurted out: "The importance of the 170,000 Demon Nightmare Army is greater than ever?"

"Yes, yes. It's a good thing for you to have more chips in strategy. The three sides will become more united by external pressures, but ......"

"Strategic ambitions?"

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After the war, the devastated demon world, the Heavenly Demon angrily ordered the Fire Age Heavenly Official to stab Grandpa to open the Purgatory Seal, and the mysterious non-benevolent class finally reappeared and came to meet the Heavenly Demon.

Regardless of the status of the group, the non-good people like to wear a dark cloak, and their weapons are basically sickles.

The three people standing in front of the Heavenly Demon have complex demonic patterns on their cloaks, and the shapes of the sickles they hold are different, showing their identities that are different from the low-level non-good ones.

"Can you do the thing of creating a nightmare and helping the demon to restore his body?"

Before the Lord of the Ungood Kind could speak, a person on the left behind him, carrying a crescent-like scythe, was dancing with his hands, and the gods were babbling: "Cure the Demon Leader...... Heal the Demon Boss...... Restore fù human body...... Restore fù human body...... Leave it to me, leave it to me!"

"I'm interested, and I'm half-researching the beast armor. "He wore hideous finger cuffs on his fingers, a laser cannon on his shoulder, and a folded hook and sickle on his back. Ah Dulang is also interested in the study of the Demon Queen's indestructible armor, and his eyes are blazing.

Addicted to food, the soul in charge of the research of non-good injuries and diseases shook his head violently and refused: "Here you go...... Beast armor can't make delicious food to give it to you, and the delicious food is mine!"

"No, the Demon Leader's beast armor is a high-grade material, maybe you can make a weapon that annihilates the Demon Sword Dao in one fell swoop, you are wasting!"

"It doesn't matter if you save people and weapons, I don't need help from others, you give me a walk! As a gentleman, I don't care about you!"

was taken aback by Ah Dulang, and the kind-faced soul did not give in, and his voice was strange but still insisted on refusing.

"What do you mean, I'm going to make a weapon that destroys Miè's Suffering!"

"Blow...... Bragging!"

Seeing that the two of them were arguing in front of the Heavenly Demons, and they were still discussing how to divide up their grandfather's beast armor, the extraordinary son was inevitably annoyed.

Just before the extraordinary prince couldn't help but speak, Bai Wujian took the lead in comforting: "Non-benevolent thinking is like this, it is not intentionally offending the Heavenly Demon. If you want to heal the Demon Boss, you must have their help, so don't be impatient. ”

"Bai Wuji, can these people really be trusted?"

Bai Wujian replied, "These people are already considered normal...... As the original descendant of the Heavenly Demon, if the non-good class can't be trusted, then the entire Demon Realm, I'm afraid there will be no one worthy of trust. ”

"Well, I hope they can really help the Demon Queen. I still have an agreement with Su Zhenzhen, so I will retire for the time being. ”

Out of sight and out of mind, after the extraordinary prince signaled to the Heavenly Demon, he immediately withdrew from the Demon Realm Hall. Although he was worried about the situation of the Demon Leader, the opposition between the Lord of the Seven Stars and the Lord of the Five Directions was still inevitable, and the Extraordinary Prince could not be absent from the meeting of the Spirit Mountain.

"Obey the orders of the Heavenly Demons. ”

It seems that he has never noticed that a qiē happened next to him before, and he has never spoken to the Lord of the Ungood Kind of Creation, who is like a sinking abyss, and his words are Shen Xiong, and the evil spear in his hand is half oblique, and his hand is pressed on his chest, and he bows deeply to the Heavenly Demon.

The resolute face is hidden under the cloak, the red silk is flying, the martial arts are not as evil as the other two, but they are thick and solid, and their every move has the momentum of a top martial artist, which is very different from ordinary non-good people.

It must be known that the environment of Purgatory is extremely harsh, and if you can live in that inhuman realm, for an unknown number of years, the non-virtuous people have honed a set of most suitable survival methods.

Among the non-virtuous people, the lower class is described as withered, like skin and bones, with an abominable face, and behaves like madness.

The people of the upper echelons have enough strength to maintain the same face as humans. And quite a lot of non-good kinds must be developed over a long period of time, and there are different kinds of martial arts in the bitter realm, in order to survive in the harsh environment.

Since he was sent to purgatory, for thousands of years, the only people who have survived without the help of any invention have been to create a demon and sacrifice to the Grand Duke.

But even if it is a sacrifice to the Grand Duke, due to years of hard work, his body has decayed, and only the Immortal Zun remains in the form of his prime. The weapon used in the hand of the Nightmare Zun has only one interception evil spear from ancient times to the present, and the strength of the power can be seen.

It is such a person who unites all the people of the tribe in a land of poverty and suffering, so that he can survive so hard. However, even if the Heavenly Demon treats it like this, the non-virtuous class is still the descendant of the Heavenly Demon, and no one from top to bottom has a different heart. Of course, this is also inseparable from the "unique" way of thinking of non-goodness.

"Wei Zun always speaks half a beat slower, haha, haha!"

"Shh......h Beware of the Nightmare hearing and punishing us. ”

The head of the silent clan, as if he hadn't heard any discussion from his subordinates, raised the evil spear and sent out a silver light rushing into the sky as a signal. In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky surged, the thunder and lightning rolled, and the disc-shaped spaceship with a radius of ten miles suddenly pressed close to the ground, and the wind was raging, and it was very terrifying to watch.

"Healing the Demon Leader requires special equipment, so I implore the Heavenly Demon to go to the Holy City with us to retrieve the Demon Leader. ”

"White and innocent, go with me. ”

As soon as the Heavenly Demon's words fell, several pillars of light suddenly descended from the spaceship, enveloping everyone in the Demon Realm. After the Heavenly Demon and the others boarded the ship, the three of them suddenly disappeared, and it was difficult to find a trace, as if they were invisible.

The pillar of light was closed, the hatch was closed, and the floating spaceship quickly rushed into the sky and disappeared, but the huge momentum caused before had already shocked the multi-party secret agents in the Demon Realm, and aroused the mountain rain that was about to come!

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Since Sima Jianqiu's death, few people have come here, and it is empty and lonely.

The fallen leaves on the ground swept in the wind, as if with a hint of sorrow. The accident was also expected, with a blood-stained ice moth hanging from his waist, and holding an eight-wind sword, he came to the edge of the abandoned skull pool.

"He wants to surpass you until he dies, and this sword will remain in the abandoned skull pool, and it will not insult your identity. ”

Inserting the Eight Winds Sword deep into the soil, across the deathly silent pool, Shu Zhuying stared at the old man in a gray linen hat suit opposite, and said quietly.

There are no waves on the surface of the pool, reflecting the clear face of the old man, and the sword god who has returned to the basics is poor and poor, and his expression is as usual when he fishes with peace of mind, ignoring other things.

Shu Zhuying stood silently by the pool, and there was nothing between the two except the sound of wind and water. After waiting for a long time and no one spoke, Shu Zhuying's body suddenly burst with sword intent, and he turned around to leave.

"After wasting so much time, what kind of sword are you proving?"

The old man's voice sounded in his ears, and the sparse bamboo shadow man did not look back, and walked slowly away. Poor Baji stood up and said to himself: "A person who has been obsessed with swords all his life, has pursued it all his life, but it is pure sword intent. But not all swordsmen have to prove their swords and seek swords. It's like you, unlike me, who go off the rails and don't pay off the last sword you owe. ”

"Before that, I'll have to settle with the Lord of the Seven Stars. ”

"You can't kill him now. ”

"But peace of mind. ”

"People who don't stop at things may have obsessions?"

“…… None?"

"Defeat once to know your mistake, I'll wait for your last sword. ”

Take off the hat on your head, and put away your fishing tackle. The eight-wind sword across the waterfront of dozens of zhang flew into the fish basket lightly.

Traveling back to back with Shu Zhuying, the peerless sword god who had never tasted defeat in the world, like an ordinary fisherman, left the abandoned skull pool.