Chapter 152: Demons

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Yu Yusheng and Situ stood hand in hand, observing the movements of the demons in southern Xinjiang.

Seeing that the dense forest in front of him was as calm as usual, and it seemed that there were no living creatures except for these plants and trees, Situ Lin sighed lightly and said in a low voice: "Master, we have been here for some time, why don't we go into the depths of the southern frontier as soon as possible, if you stay here for a long time, I am afraid that sooner or later we will startle the grass and snakes." ”

Seeing that Situ Lin was so eager, Youyusheng shook his head slightly, and said in a harmonious voice: "Lonely, how did the teacher teach you on weekdays, don't be brave and ruthless in case of trouble, I thought that your heart had converged a lot over the years, who would have thought that you would still be so reckless." Right now, the demon Duan Muya is in the hands of my Shura Jian, and this trip to the southern Xinjiang doesn't have much meaning for my Shura Jian. After all, the Phantom Devouring Heaven is just a rumor, but the Shura Fu Magic Array is a real secret treasure of my faction! ”

Situ Lin listened to Youyusheng talk about Duan Muyalai, and his heart was intimidated, for some reason, he was very resistant to this demon boy, and whenever he mentioned this person, he would be inexplicably disgusted. It's just that why the master thinks of him so much, and he is also very curious, so he arches his hand and asks: "Master, why do you care so much about a demon demon, could it be that he still has some secrets?" ”

You Yusheng knew that Situ Lone's character would definitely ask, so he simply stopped hiding it and said in a low voice: "Lonely, do you know that Duan Mu Ya is the rumored descendant of the Duan clan in Southern Xinjiang?" ”

"I know." Situ replied.

You Yusheng nodded and continued: "It is rumored that this clan bears the blood of the ancient demon god Xingtian, which is the bloodline of the world's greatest evil. Originally, what I was seeking in Shura Jian was the Immortal Dao, and naturally it had nothing to do with the blood of the demon god. It's just that the previous generation of Shura Jian was in charge of teaching, that is, your master was a talent who had passed through the heavens and latitudes, and after reading the ancient books of my teaching, he inadvertently appeared a magic circle, called Shura Fu Demon. Once the magic array moves, even the Great Luo Golden Immortal will not be able to escape the ashes. If I can get the power of this array, why is it difficult for me to see the world? It's just that if you want to move this formation, you must use the blood of the demon god as a guide in order to stimulate the maximum effect of the magic circle, and the most suitable as a sacrifice is the descendant of the Duan clan in Southern Xinjiang, Duan Muya! ”

The blood of the heavens, Shura subdued the demons.

Situ Lin listened to Youyusheng talk about these secrets in the door, and his blood was already boiling, and his hands trembled slightly. On the day of the success of the magic circle, when he looked at the world, such supreme divine power could be obtained by relying on this demon demon Duan Muya, and now he was already in his pocket. In other words, as long as this is the case, even if it is defeated by the Southern Xinjiang Demon Clan, there is nothing that can prevent Shura Jian from surpassing the Nine Heavens.

It has been a few days since Duan Muya was captured by the Eight Great Sects, and in the past few days, Duan Muya has been staying in that dark prison, and after a long time, he can't tell whether it is day or night outside.

It's just that since the rain rose and left that day, except for the disciples who brought him food every day, no one has ever visited him, and no one is willing to say a word to him.

Duan Muya didn't care about this kind of inhuman treatment, he was just concerned about Le Sheng, and he hadn't closed his eyes for several days. It's not that he doesn't feel tired, it's just that every time he closes his eyes, the figures of Le Sheng and Liu Xuanqi will flash around him. I remember that when I went up the mountain, I mistook Le Sheng and Ling Xiao for a young couple, and I remember that when I couldn't sleep for a long night, I could play a game with my master. I remember that after I was injured in practice, it was the senior sister who exercised for me to heal my injuries and bandage my wounds. In just a few days, the two of them left themselves one after another, and this pain can not be shed in a few lines of tears.

Thinking of the third senior brother Luo Xin who was far away in Chiyanju, Duan Muya felt a wave of sadness in his heart again, if the third senior brother knew that he had killed his master and senior sister, he would definitely not forgive himself easily.

Subconsciously touched the placket, but the small bag containing Liu Xuanqi's ashes had also been taken away. Duan Muya smiled bitterly, sat on the ground, and quietly breathed.

Although no one has cared about him in the past few days, the injuries on his body have improved a lot, but there is no pill to treat him, and occasionally he still has a faint pain. Although the injuries on his body are gradually healing, the wounds in his heart are dripping blood every day, but he is now like a prison bird, and he has no chance to do his filial piety before the master's body, so he has to sit day by day and send sorrow from afar.

"Young man, you really have something extraordinary."

A faint voice drifted in.

Duan Muya stood up and looked around, but there was no one now, maybe he had been locked up for a long time, did he have an illusion?

Just when Duan Muya was doubting, the voice slowly floated again: "It's really rare for a person of your age to be locked up in this dark prison for so long, with neither noise nor decadence." ”

"Who!" Duan Muya shouted angrily, and the voice quickly spread to every corner, but no one answered for a long time.

Duan Muya said in his heart: This person used the technique of sound transmission to force his voice into the prison where I am, and those who can do such a way must be the senior masters of the cultivation realm. But now that I am a recognized traitor, who will speak to me like this?

It was just when Duan Muya was thinking to himself that the man's voice sounded in his ears again: "Duan Muya, the people who cultivate truth in Middle Earth are all shameless people, they deceive you, deceive you, hurt you, and harm you. Don't you hate! ”

Duan Muya was shocked when he heard this, and the one who could say this must be someone from the Southern Xinjiang Demon Clan. Thinking of this, Duan Muya hurriedly shouted outside the prison: "Someone! There's a Demon Sect here! ”

Duan Muya's shouts fell, but there were echoes in the prison, and no one answered for a long time. Duan Muya was shocked and suspicious in his heart, surprised that this person was able to sneak into the former town quietly without being revealed, and what he doubted was why he wanted to talk to him with the technique of transmitting sound into the room, didn't he dare to show up to meet him? Or is it that he is hiding in the old town and has other intentions. If this is the case, if this person is difficult and he should cooperate with the thieves of the Confiding Heaven Sect, it will be a big mistake.

"Young man, you are now the target of the public, no one will believe your nonsense anymore, this is the despicability of those real people who cultivate in the Middle Earth, for the sake of profit and those illusory reputations, they are willing to let you carry everything, don't you really hate?" The mysterious man's voice slowly floated again, but every sentence poked at Duan Muya's sore spot.