The red light disappeared, and the playful expression was replaced by gloom, Zhuo Junchen glanced back at the plaque of Beiyueju, and left quickly.

He returned to his chamber and spread out his right palm, and the Nether Whip fell into his palm. After returning from Taiyun Mountain, Zhuo Junchen found that his long whip had changed slightly. At the handle carved in the shape of a dragon's head, there is an extra golden bead in the dragon's mouth, which was originally open. Now this black and silver long whip emits black and purple demonic light, which is bright and extinguished, as if it is breathing.

Since he got this whip, he and his master have been in trouble one after another, and now Zhuo Junchen can clearly feel that his body is being manipulated by others-I'm afraid it's also this whip that is causing trouble!

"It seems that you are quite smart, but unfortunately you guessed wrong." The voice said. Zhuo Junchen clearly felt at this time that this voice was coming from his dantian, and in his dantian, the aura and demonic qi were scattered and entangled, and he couldn't see where the voice was hidden at all.

"I have been in you since the day you were born. It's a pity that my primordial spirit has been lost too much, and I woke up from my slumber not long ago. The voice spoke eloquently, and it didn't seem that there was anything wrong with hiding in the bodies of others, waiting for an opportunity to take away.

Zhuo Junchen was extremely keen: "Since the day of birth? ”

"Haha, otherwise how do you think that a mass of unconscious demonic qi can remain in the body of a decent monk for so long?" The voice laughed loudly, "You are a container specially made by me, if it weren't for the weakness of my primordial spirit, you shouldn't have used this body for so long in the past nineteen years." Now that I have woken up from my slumber, it is time for you to give me back this body. As he spoke, the voice said with a hint of charity, "You have given me this body for the sake of your years of cultivation and nourishing the primordial spirit for me." In the future, when I reign in the world, I will allow you to have a way to live. ”

Ever since Zhuo Junchen had opened his light, his spiritual power had grown along with the demonic energy in his body. Although he is a mutated single spirit root, he is far from being able to fight the cultivation speed of the hundred rivers, and this is the reason.

Zhuo Junchen sneered: "It's ridiculous, you are just a mass of demonic qi that doesn't even have a physical body, but you ordered me to hand over my body." When I'm a three-year-old, can I cheat at will? ”

Before the words fell, Zhuo Junchen felt a tingling sensation in the sea, and hurriedly hugged Yuan Shouyi, and his shaky spiritual sense stabilized again.

failed to succeed in the sneak attack, and the voice seemed to be a little disappointed: "I didn't expect that you can be so alert for things that have nothing to do with your master, it's really boring." ”

Zhuo Junchen frowned: "You dare to mention my master!" He couldn't bear to be teased by others about Shen Hanfeng.

The voice sneered, "It's just a monk in the Transformation Stage, I don't dare to mention anything." This seat was almost a catastrophe back then, and being able to treat him differently was Shen Hanfeng's blessing. ”

Almost tribulated, there is the demon clan of the Mahayana period, and the master had explained the identity of Qu Ayasha to him before, and there was only one person Zhuo Junchen could think of.

"Are you a micro-being?" Zhuo Junchen's brows furrowed tightly. Although he was not familiar with the entanglement between the immortals and demons, he was not even aware of the Demon Venerable who had been suppressed many years ago.

The voice said unruly: "It is this seat, since you know my identity, I am willing to give you this body, and I should be grateful to Dade." ”

Zhuo Junchen's eyebrows and eyes cooled: "If you really have the ability, then erase my divine sense." Let's see if you're quick to give up, or if I'm going to cut myself. "Looking for his own heart, Zhuo Junchen naturally doesn't want to die, but Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng are helpless with the demonic qi in his body, rather than handing over this body to a demon clan, it is better for him to take the first step to cut off his heart, so as not to discredit the lintel of Shizun. Thinking of the strange state of the master when he healed him that day, I am afraid that this micro-life also did something to the master!

Wei Sheng sneered: "Smear the lintel? As far as your master is concerned, there is probably no difference between a criminal who has fallen into the devil's path and a rebel who has deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors. It is true that a dead body with a broken heart is useless to me, but before you died, I used your body to let the people on the whole mountain know your thoughts about your master, but it was not too late. "The cost of taking away is very high, but he wants to control Zhuo Junchen's body, but it is not too difficult.

Zhuo Junchen pursed his lips: "What do you want to do!" ”

Wei Sheng Ming chuckled, what to do? Naturally, he wanted to drag Zhuo Junchen into the devil's path, and one day he would make a comeback with this physical body, stepping on the blood of his former enemies, and be ashamed. It's just that these most secret thoughts in his heart are not allowed to be spoken.

After a while, Wei Shengming said unhurriedly: "You don't have to worry about what I want to do. You should think about how to save your master. ”

Zhuo Junchen's heart jumped: "What do you mean!" ”

Wei Sheng sneered: "Immersed in jealousy, I can't even see that your master is seriously injured and your cultivation has suffered a great loss. Hehe, your liking is too shallow. ”

Zhuo Junchen said coldly: "My master and uncle have rejuvenated their hands, and there is no disease in the world that he can't heal, so you don't have to worry about a monster." ”

Wei Sheng Ming nodded: "It's not a monster, this seat is a demon venerable." Besides, if your master and uncle can cure everything well, how can he not be able to deal with a cloud of demonic qi for many years? ”

Zhuo Junchen's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he didn't pay attention to the provocation of Wei Shengming. Throwing the Nether Whip far away, Zhuo Junchen returned to bed by himself, closed his eyes and meditated.

Wei Shengming refused to give up, and his voice continued to enter Zhuo Junchen's sea of knowledge: "Your master's injury is not an ordinary internal injury, the battle on his Taiyun Mountain not only exhausted his hard work, but even the Yuan Shen of the Transformation Stage was damaged. If the healing is not good, let alone stagnating from now on, it is not impossible that one day the cultivation will be exhausted. At that time, his enemies will hear the news, how long can you protect him, who is only in the infancy stage? ”

Zhuo Junchen reminded himself not to believe the words of Wei Shengming, Shizun once said that the demon clan is extremely cunning and will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal.

Wei Shengming sensed his thoughts, and snorted coldly: "Our demon clan doesn't have the so-called righteous hypocrisy of you. Everything I said just now is true, and if you don't believe it, you can verify it. ”

Zhuo Junchen suppressed the worry in his heart and asked coldly, "Then what do you want me to do?" ”

Wei Sheng saw that he had taken the bait, and said: "Relying on the safety of your master on others, can you rest assured?" As a Demon Venerable, my cultivation is the highest method of the Demon Clan. Just practice according to the exercises I have taught, and it will not be difficult at all to raise your cultivation to the stage of transformation within a few years. Now that the vitality of the Immortal Dao has been greatly damaged, and even the monks of the Transformation Stage can't find a few, your master will naturally have no threat. ”

Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened slightly: "You would be so kind?" ”

Wei Sheng Mingzi did not hide it at all: "The further you cultivate, the more difficult it will be, and you may have lost your divine consciousness when you have passed through some small heavenly tribulation. When the time comes, I will take your physical body again, firstly, you will have no resentment, and I will take it faster, and secondly, the cultivation of this physical body is enough to see, and I will not have any loss. ”

Listening to the best of both worlds, in the final analysis, it is just to ask Zhuo Junchen to refine a better body for him.

Zhuo Junchen was silent for a while and said, "It turns out that it is going to the god transformation stage. With your eagerness, if you have the chance to win, you will definitely not let me control my body for so long. It seems that it is only after reaching the stage of incarnation that you can really use this physical body, so why do you say such things? ”

Wei Sheng was silent for a long time before he said, "You are really too smart." Yes, my primordial spirit is too powerful, and even if it is damaged now, it is not something that an ordinary monk's body can carry. Inevitably, my body is corrupted by demonic energy, and I have to find a monk in the god transformation stage. ”

Zhuo Junchen was furious in his heart, no wonder the micro-immortal would attack the master.

"However, the monks of the Transformation Period, spiritual sense should not be underestimated, otherwise you should call me Master now." Wei Sheng Ming smiled.

Zhuo Junchen said indifferently: "Then you just wait slowly, I'm afraid that if you wait for a lifetime, and when I get old, I may not be able to wait until the day when I cultivate to the stage of transforming into a god." ”

"Oh?" Wei Shengming's voice was not worried, "Then have you ever thought that when you are born, old, sick and die like ordinary people, and before you die, your master is still the appearance of the immortal wind dao bone now, how to deal with your thoughts?" As soon as the conversation turned, Wei Shengming's voice sneered, "Or maybe you are as timid as a mouse, and you need me to help you once and say your words for you." ”

Zhuo Junchen was silent, and after a while, he said: "As long as I live for one day, I will protect my master for one day." The matter between me and the master is not something that you can put in the hands of an outsider. "Whether to say it or bury it in the bottom of your heart forever should not be decided by others.

Wei Shengming didn't force it this time, but just said as if provocatively: "One day, you will beg me to help you." ”

Then he fell silent, and Zhuo Junchen could no longer feel the fluctuations of the spiritual consciousness of the micro-living underworld.

Without any intention of continuing to cultivate, Zhuo Junchen looked at the Nether Whip that he had discarded on the ground not far away. The demonic qi on the long whip had already converged, and only purple spiritual light could be seen, and Zhuo Junchen's eyes were slightly dark.