"The nephew understood. The red boy nodded a little bitterly: "But second uncle, how long will this kind of suffering last?"

The Jiao Demon King sighed and touched the shark-toothed long knife: "At least your beloved is still alive, and there is still a possibility of recovery, but unfortunately I can't get it back." ”

When the red boy heard this, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Second uncle, do you mean that I can still redeem it?"

Jiao Demon King said: "Of course there is, but it's difficult, I killed the South China Sea Dragon Clan, all of them are her dearest, her resentment towards us is like the sea, unless her love for you has reached the point where she can forgive you, if not, then only let her admit that our Tao is right." ”

"Our way?" The red boy was stunned.

"Yes, all we are doing now is to overthrow the two wrong paths of Buddhism and Taoism and establish a new path, and those who think that our path is right say that we are heroes, and those who think that our way is wrong say that we are demons. When the little dragon girl can admit that our way is correct, it is the time when you have a lover and finally become a family. ”

Red Boy sneered, "That's not easy." ”

The Jiao Demon King also said: "Yes, if it was really that easy, there would be no need to kill so many living beings." Of course, there's a quicker and more straightforward way, you want to know?"

Red Boy was overjoyed: "Of course I want to know, ask the second uncle for advice." ”

The Jiao Demon King only said three words: "Come hard." ”

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"Forget it, my nephew is not so courageous, and it will definitely backfire if he is like this to Long'er. It took a long time for the red boy to hold back this sentence.

Jiao Demon King smiled: "I'm just joking, but Holy Baby, the second uncle wants to tell you a few words, you are the only son of the eldest brother, and you are destined to inherit the mantle of the eldest brother in the future, your father and I, as well as your seventh uncle, including Dapeng Peacock, we are all of the older generation, although we enjoy millions of years or even longer, but one day we will go before you, Pangu World will be the world of your young people sooner or later, you don't want to indulge in the private feelings of your children, the more the Dao heart is shaken, the closer to death, You are the future of Jilei Mountain, don't let your father and us down, understand?"

"My nephew got it. The red boy said respectfully, after receiving these lessons today, he has more respect for the Jiao Demon King in his heart: "The second uncle and nephew will go back first, I don't know the result of the battle between Yang Jian and the Great Brahma, and I have to go back to report to my father." ”

The Jiao Demon King said: "The battle between Yang Jian and the Great Brahma has ended, and both of them have been defeated, and they have both gone back to the Shura Realm and the Buddha Realm. ”

"How does the second uncle know?" As soon as the red boy asked this sentence, he regretted it, does this still need to be asked? The ocean is the territory of the Jiao Demon King, Yang Jian and the Great Brahma are fighting in the Bohai Sea, how can the Jiao Demon King not know?

The Jiao Demon King continued: "I have sent someone to let the White Bone Spirit return to the Heavenly Court to report the news, and now the Yellow Wind King and Nezha of the Sumeru World are waiting for you in the Bohai Sea, you can go to the Sumeru World to visit your mother." ”

"Yes, the nephew is going to retire. ”

"Wait. The red boy walked to the door of the main hall, and the Jiao Demon King suddenly stopped him.

"Does the second uncle have any other orders?"

"Yang Jian came out of the Shura realm, did he bring out the news of Wukong?"

The red boy was stunned: "Yang Jian didn't tell us, but Nezha also came out of the Shura realm, and there may be news of the seventh uncle." ”

The Jiao Demon King groaned for a moment and said, "Then I'll take a trip myself and see what this monkey has been doing in the past thirty years." ”

Shura Realm, Shura Battlefield, Death Forest.

"Dongsen has arrived. Seriel Red Lotus pointed to the bloody forest ahead.

The expression of the red lotus was extremely solemn, and so did I, this Dongsen was indeed different from several other forests, as soon as he got closer, he felt a heavy resentment, and he couldn't breathe.

Selie Red Lotus and I continued to walk forward for a while, and suddenly we both stopped in unison, and we both looked at each other, and we both felt an unusually powerful aura approaching us in front of us.

The Shura battlefield is different from the outside world, because all the creatures in the Shura battlefield are born and raised from the blood and qi of the gods, Buddhas and demons who died here, and they have the same root and origin as the Shura battlefield, and the breath is exactly the same, so I can't feel the breath of the creatures around me, which is also the attack that I will be attacked by a few thousand-faced demon dragons when I and I arrived in the Forest of Death. And now why I can feel the breath of the person coming, there are two reasons, the first is because this person is too strong, and the second is that this person deliberately released the breath to inform us that he is coming. This kind of arrogance, people who don't have real skills don't dare to do it, even the Heavenly Kings of the White Emperor are not so arrogant.

"Could it be the Eastern Sen Heavenly King Heisha?" Seriel Red Lotus's brows furrowed.

I didn't guess, no matter who he is, whoever dares to stop me will kill God when he meets God, and he meets Buddha**!

A gray-white figure appeared from the depths of the fog and paced towards us, seemingly slowly, but in a few moments it was in front of us.

"Who are you?"

The person in front of me was an extremely gloomy young man, with long messy and pale hair up to his waist, there was an indescribable sense of decadence, but he was ruthless and domineering, and the most important thing was that I couldn't see this person's face clearly, and it felt as if he had ten thousand different faces.

"You're a member of the Ten Thousand Faces Demon Dragon Clan!" I said in a deep voice.

The white-haired man said coldly, "My name is Cangdu." ”

Readers and friends, my new book "Prison Gang" has been launched, returning to modern times, writing the growth process of a generation of underworld heroes, bloody violence, happy enmity and hatred, I hope that new and old readers will support and collect flowers!