The Demon Race, a special race that has existed in the Continent of the Gods since ancient times!

As long as there are some monks in the Fengshen Continent, they all know that the strength of the demon race is strong, and at the peak of a thousand years ago, the demon race, under the leadership of the demon lord, was even more powerful and unparalleled ferocity.

It's just that today's demon clan has long since declined, and the open and secret battles between the various clans are endless, and the people in the demon clan are mainly scattered all over the mainland.

Legend has it that some people fled to Middle-earth to get away from the strife!

In the Hundred Ghost Mountain, there is a castle built against the mountain, known as the Shadow Demon Castle.

There's a small branch of the Demon Race: the Shadow Demon!

The infestation of hundreds of ghosts and the spirit of the dirt in the wasteland were all deliberately rendered by the people of the Shadow Demon Clan in order to hide people's eyes and ears. The purpose is to scare away the neighboring villagers and some low-level cultivators.

In order to ensure that the rest and recuperation place of the demons will not be easily disturbed!

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The night is like a puppet, dim and dull!

In the Shadow Castle, in a well-furnished bedroom behind the inner hall of the Health Palace!

The glowing green lantern stand, the nine-day curtain cloth embroidered with dragons and phoenixes covers the willow windowsill, and the beautiful tea table carved from rosewood for a hundred years, there is a pot of fragrant old dragon wells on the tea table, and soon the fragrance of tea fills the whole bedroom!

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if it is only a small branch of the demon race, it still has a deep heritage!

It's just that on the bed lies a young man in a green shirt with torn clothes, a pale face, and a gray ghost, and the endless voodoo death gas slowly emanates from his body, which is quite incompatible with the luxurious and beautiful bedroom filled with the fragrance of tea, and even has some bad scenes!

This young man in a green shirt is the persistent young man who forcibly opened the earth in the wasteland, his surname is Chu Mingge, and the word Xinyu. It is the third son of Chu Huaitian, the patriarch of the Shadow Demon Clan!

In the Continent of the Gods, the baby is born 100 days ago, that is, the name is given by the family elders, and the word is added to the crown at the age of sixteen, regardless of gender.

Therefore, the name is in the right body, and the word is in virtue!

"You all go down!

On the tea-scented rosewood table, there sat a middle-aged man dressed in slender clothes with a handsome face, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and he was full of an indescribable solemn aura, he stared closely at the young man in green shirts on the bed, his face was full of unconcealable concern, but also full of anger.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the many maids in the room were as silent as cicadas, and they retreated, only a sturdy man in a magic robe and carrying a Xuanjin heavy sword half-knelt on the ground, and did not choose to retreat.

The sturdy man's eyes were like a dragon, and his spirit was radiant, it was the soul general who carried Chu Ge back from the wasteland, Chu Jiu slashed!

"You should stop Chu Ge, you know his condition, there is a voodoo invasion, it is impossible to condense the magic spirit vein!" The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly, his eyes were cold, and his two purple pupils emitted a cold light, like the king of Hades in the night.

Seeing Chu Ge's miserable appearance of broken clothes and bleeding, the middle-aged man was very angry!

"Not only do I know, I know very well that he is good!"

"Chu Ge is worthy of being a man of my demon clan, he still has the unyielding fresh blood of the Shadow Demon clan flowing in his bones!" Chu Jiu was not to be outdone, and his voice was sad.

Chu Jiu Chu stood up from the ground, his hoarse voice was a little excited, several yellow-white flames erupted from his black cold eyes, and he could vaguely see a huge black magic wing growing on his back, the wingtips were like dark night ghost knives, glowing with jade silver light.

Obviously, Chu Jiu Slash is a soul general who has awakened the Demon Shadow Bloodline, and only he knows the importance of awakening the Shadow Bloodline!

"It's been sixteen years, I've protected San'er for sixteen years, it's time for him to make his own choice of life and death!"

Chu Jiu's body trembled violently, a little crazy, his eyes were sad, he witnessed the rise of a demon boy with his own eyes, and watched him fall like a meteor, only possessing a moment of divine brilliance.

Chu Ge was a cultivator at the peak of the Open Pulse Realm at the age of ten, and he was a peerless genius looking at the entire Fengshen Continent!

Chu Ge is the boy who has the best chance to awaken the Heavenly Demon Bloodline that Nine Slash has ever seen, once he awakens the Heavenly Demon Bloodline, with a little time, he will definitely be able to lead the Shadow Demon Clan to glory again.

It's just that just the ancient voodoo in his body has beaten a wonderful genius boy back to his original form, his cultivation has regressed, his magic veins have been lost, his vitality has been scattered, and he has to rely on pills to continue his life.

The wind of the beginning of spring touched the nine-day curtain on the windowsill, making a whirring sound, the indoor air no longer lingered with the fragrance of tea, and the tea on the table had already been cold!

"If he dies, will you be responsible? You should recognize what your mission is?" The hand holding the teacup trembled visibly, and a thick and terrifying aura erupted from the middle-aged man's body, and the air in the entire room trembled violently for a moment, and then froze.

Chu Jiu was offside, he was just a soul general, the middle-aged man was a little disgusted by his actions, as the acting patriarch of the demon clan, the middle-aged man knew more things, and his vision was broader!

With a slight click of the slender finger holding the teacup, the cyan tea leaves turned into two sword qi sword lights, and there was a sharp luster around them, and they suddenly attacked Chu Jiu's feet, silently.

With a snort, the sword light directly penetrated his calf joints like meteors, Chu Jiu cut his feet with a soft bend, and knelt down towards the middle-aged man, but those black cold eyes still did not regret it: "If Xiao San'er dies, I, Chu Jiu, will never survive!"

The air was as silent as death, the atmosphere in the room was extremely depressing, and the tea was even cooler!

The conversation between the two in the dark night is more like a duel!

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For a long time, the footsteps were sparse, and a maid came to report that Mr. Wuliu had been invited!

"Got it!"

The middle-aged man replied and shook his hand casually.

The soul slashed Chu Jiu's figure and turned into a yellow-white black night mist, and suddenly disappeared indoors, as if there was no trace of coming and gone!

Soon, a man dressed as a scholar in white came from the house, landed silently, ignored the middle-aged man, and walked directly towards the young man in green shirt on the bed.

The man in white is named Yan Wu Liao, the word Wuliu, is a nominal protector of the Shadow Demon Clan, and his strength is unfathomable!

Because of a bet with Chu Aochuan, the previous patriarch of the demon clan, a hundred years ago, he lost the bet and promised to protect the demon clan for a hundred years.

Yan Wuliao has always dressed as a scholar, holding a silver fan, proficient in medical skills, and is known as Mr. Wuliu.

After Mr. Wuliu finished checking Chu Ge's pulse, he wanted to protect his heart by applying needles and acupoints, and then released poisonous blood to control the voodoo in Chu Ge's body.

In order to stabilize Chu Ge's mind, Mr. Wuliu first lit a century-old agarwood in the incense burner!

Agarwood, warm but not irritable, line but not leaking, has the function of concentrating and relieving pain, 100 years of agarwood, the effect is better.

With a flash of silver light, Mr. Wuliu placed needles at the three acupuncture points of Chu Ge's Parkway, Tanzhong and Qihai at the same time, and the positioning was accurate, like a dragonfly dotting water, and the speed was so fast that it was like a white horse stepping on snow.

When Chu Ge's heart was stable, Mr. Wuliu quickly untied the gauze on Chu Ge's right arm, and after the layers of gauze fell off, his only skinny arm remained, which made people feel chills and shocking.

Where can this be called an arm, it is said to be an arm, but it is better to say that it is a dry branch wrapped in a layer of skin. Under the purple-black veins that bubbled up from the green tendons, the pale and oozing bones that suddenly appeared had been eroded by the death of voodoo, and there was not a trace of muscle in the entire arm.

Without looking closely, Mr. Wuliu skillfully swiped the five fingertips of Chu Ge's right hand with the silver fan he carried with him, and the dark black blood slowly dripped into the copper plate, and the blood mist was swirling, and after a hundred breaths, the color of the blood changed from dark black to dark red.

"Ahem!"

A mouthful of dark black poisonous blood gushed out from his heart, and beads of sweat the size of beans slowly slid down from Chu Ge's forehead to the deep dimples full of bitter water on his innocent cheeks, and the blood on Chu Ge's face began to gradually calm down.

Chu Ge coughed lightly twice, then his eyes slowly opened, and he woke up.

Seeing Chu Ge wake up, Mr. Wuliu turned around and whispered to the middle-aged man in the room: "The third prince of Chu is no longer in trouble, as long as he doesn't use his true qi and mana within three days and rests for a while, he will recover in half a month!"

As soon as the words fell, he packed his belongings and was about to leave.

The middle-aged man got up, bowed and said, "Thank you, sir, don't be in a hurry to leave, sir, and enter the inner hall for a while, there is still something to ask for below." ”

When Mr. Wuliu heard this, he cleaned up and walked towards the inner hall without saying anything else.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Chu Ge, who had just woken up, had a throbbing pain in his heart, and he couldn't stop coughing violently!

The middle-aged man in the room sat closer to the bed, his face softened slightly, and he reached out and gently stroked Chu Ge's chest, trying to relieve his pain: "Little San'er, are you okay?"

Chu Ge's father, Chu Huaitian, has three sons, the eldest Chu Qian, the second Chu Kun, Chu Ge is the youngest, and he ranks third, everyone calls him Chu San'er.

His eyebrows condensed slightly, although the pain in his body did not weaken in the slightest, Chu Ge still gritted his teeth and endured the great pain: "San'er is much better, Fourth Master rest assured!"

"It's okay to have nothing to do!" The middle-aged man shook his head, his expression nervous, his purple eyes flashed with a strange light, and he had something to say, but he felt that it was difficult to speak.

The middle-aged man's surname is Yang Mingshi regret, and the word Kang Yuan. There is a regret that everyone in the world regrets, and I am the only Kang Yuan.

Yang Shiregret and the Three Demons of the Southern Regions hit it off at first sight twenty years ago, so they became brothers of the opposite sex, known as the Four Great Demons of the Southern Regions. Chu Huaitian, the father of Chu Ge, is one of the four masters.

Six years ago, Chu Ge was in the ancient voodoo, and Chu Huaitian resolutely walked out of the southern regions, returned to Middle Earth, and left the north in order to seek the holy medicine "Holy Mountain Fire Lotus" to cure children's diseases.

I never thought that once I entered Middle-earth, there was no news and I didn't return for six years.

Before leaving, he entrusted Yang Shicheng to be the acting patriarch of the Shadow Demon Clan until he returned. Although the Shadow Clan felt that this matter was inappropriate, they had no choice but to obey due to Chu Huaitian's fierce coercion.

Because Yang Kangyuan is Chu Huaitian's fourth brother and the acting patriarch, the Shadow Demon Clan calls him Yang Fourth Master.

"It's been six years, and I haven't found an effective way to eradicate the voodoo in you, and you've suffered from voodoo for six years in vain. And the recent undercurrent of the demon clan is surging, I'm afraid that you will leave for a while. Yang Shicheng showed a hint of vague reluctance on his face, and his purple pupils showed pity.

The children of the Shadow Demon Clan, one year after they become adults, will be sent to various places in the Fengshen Continent to go through training, so as to obtain personal opportunities and awaken the ancient bloodline of the Demon Shadow Demon Clan.

If it is a talented shadow boy, he will be directly sent to the top sects in the Southern Regions, and after awakening the bloodline, he will be picked up by the Shadow Demon Clan in a high-profile manner and focused on training. Demon teenagers like Chu Ge who have not yet entered the Open Pulse Realm after reaching adulthood are very rare, and they will be sent to the side department to take care of business, do some things to supervise slaves, mining, and mining.

The demons have always been cruel, even the son of the patriarch or the main vein of the demon clan must follow this path.

"Is it because my dad has news, so you want me to leave in order to protect me?"

Chu Ge was a young man with keen observation, and from the words of the fourth master, he already vaguely felt that it should be his father who had news, and it was bad news.

Otherwise, even if he was hindered by the cruel clan rules of the demon clan, Yang Shicheng would not be in a hurry to drive him away who had not yet opened his pulse, it could only be that there was something wrong with the Shadow Demon Clan.

In the twilight of the night, Yang Shicheng looked up at the dark sky, sighed, and strode back and forth on the tea table, his tall figure trembled, and he was a little undecided.

After a long time, Yang Shicheng shook his head, and finally said:

"Yes, your father's life card broke three days ago. I'm afraid something has happened. "I'm going to Middle-earth in a few days, so I can't take care of you, so I'll arrange for you to leave early, or I'm afraid your uncle will attack you." ”

The eagle needs wind and rain to grow and soar in the night sky, perhaps, the resolute young man on the bed should really let him make a life and death decision by himself!

Chu Ge's delicate face turned pale, his body trembled violently, and the pain that he had just suppressed suddenly turned into heartache!

Even if he had already guessed, when he heard that his father had really had an accident, the sense of loss in his heart suddenly occupied his heart, "I knew that my father had an accident, otherwise you wouldn't have begged Mr. Wuliu." I've never seen you bow your head to anyone. ”

"There's no point in talking about that anymore, the most important thing right now is to keep you safe. I'll talk to Mr. Goyanagi about sending you to your mother as soon as possible. The scheming Yang Shiregret knew that the most important thing now was to keep Chu Ge's safety, and after explaining to Chu Ge, he was going to find Mr. Wuliu.

There is not much way to go in front of Chu Ge, either to take refuge in his mother's place and become a waste wood guarded by others, or to go to the side territory to serve as a supervising deacon and spend his life in the dark veins.

These two paths are a shame for a demon boy, and they are not accepted by Chu Ge.

"I ....... I want to cultivate the Dove Demon Sutra, even if there is no way out, I will not hesitate to do so. Just as Yang Shicheng was about to step out of the door, Chu Ge's black eyes were full of determination, revealing the resolute ruthlessness of the wasteland.

It's been six years, voodoo has tormented Chu Ge for six years, maybe only by cultivating the Dove Demon Sutra can he break the curse of voodoo.

When Yang Shiregret heard this, his face changed slightly, he knew what it meant to cultivate the Dove Demon Sutra!

A different kind of solemnity flashed in his purple cold eyes, and when he heard Chu Ge's words, Yang Shicheng fell into deep thought, put his right foot on the threshold and paused for a while, after a long time, he turned around and replied: "Okay, I won't stop you this time." ”

The night was long, the green lights fell, and Yang Shicheng's figure soon disappeared into the endless black night.

This time, Yang Shicheng didn't stop Chu Ge, let alone say anything, this demon boy had no way out in front of voodoo.