"I don't know where they went, but I knew they were looking for that way. Huang Weiyi revealed the sorrow of a faint demon.

Mo Suyuan's heart was moved. She didn't want to go that way, but she was chosen to go that way. She knew very well what that path meant to her. During this mission, she was occasionally moved, and she felt that she had a glimmer of hope. But the moment I saw Huang Weiyi, I suddenly felt that I was too naïve, a male cultivator who couldn't even beat himself, what was the use of sacrificing his life? Now hearing this news from Huang Weiyi's mouth is really exciting. It is not easy for people who dare to take the initiative to find that path, and this may be where my chance. Mo Suyuan can be called a genius among geniuses, but she has seen a real peerless genius and a peerless stupid talent. They are truly peerless, hopeless geniuses or fools.

"Do you want to go that way?" Mo Suyuan said casually.

"Of course I want to, I'm afraid I'm not qualified enough!"

"Let's go, come back to the Imperial Night Sect with me, but you have to be mentally prepared to be beaten. Mo Suyuan smiled.

"You can keep me from dying for a hundred years, and now I'm definitely no match for them. Huang Weiyi said coldly.

"Okay, I'll keep you alive for a hundred years. ”

Huang Weiyi never thought of entering the Middle Realm Sect directly, that was unrealistic.

He is still a figure in the lower immortal world, but time has passed, and people are not things. Although Ino Island has not wasted more than 10,000 years, in the end, the cultivation environment is much worse, and he is constantly running for his life, where is the opportunity to retreat. Fortunately, that drop of demon blood ran into his mouth, allowing him to experience the taste of a pie in the sky.

The demon blood has not been refined by it, and Huang Weiyi has been carefully nourishing in his soul all these years, and he always feels that there is his fate against the sky. It's just a feeling, without any basis. Demon blood is not simple: just because it has not been refined by time, it has survived in the endless river of time, which is the best proof of this.

Huang Weiyi knew that with the strength of demon blood, once he recovered, he would definitely not be able to control it. Now is the best time to refine demon blood, and once the refining is completed, his strength will definitely increase significantly. But what about after ascension? That's not what he wanted. He was gambling, gambling with his own life. Gambling demon blood's identification with himself. Huang Weiyi's heart is not here, he has demonic ideals and pursuits, except for death, any price can be paid. He is not afraid of death, if he wants to die, who can stop him? He just doesn't want to die, he doesn't look for death, he doesn't die, he tries to find life, and in the process of life, he looks for the true demon in his heart.

Along the way, Huang Weiyi didn't think much about his future, he was thinking about how to restore the consciousness of the demon blood, if the demon blood was restored to a certain extent, he would get a star and a half from it, which was definitely stronger than the simple power improvement of refining the demon blood.

On the way, Mo Suyuan was very quiet, glancing at Huang Weiyi from time to time. This guy is really handsome, really handsome, with an oval face, exquisite and upright facial features, full of manliness, and his eyes are rolling with demonic mist, cold and steep. The figure is tall and loose, strong and dazzling. Mo Suyuan has seen many, many handsome men, but the charm of this guy makes her a little upside down.

I don't know what's going on, but this demon cultivator with average strength in front of her made her see the future. She dimly felt that in this demon cultivator whose current strength was far inferior to her own, there was her hope, and in him, she felt a ray of light that made her clear.

Mo Suyuan is very intelligent and has great perseverance. She comes from an ordinary mortal family and has no background. She knows her identity, strength, and potential, although she can be regarded as an immortal genius, so what? Without chance, without strong support, she is nothing in the cultivation realm, the only thing that can be used is her appearance, her true yin. Once you lose your true yin, even if you have a peerless appearance, you can still only become a plaything of powerful power. Even if the other party cherishes it, it is just a moment of passion, a moment of life's original impulse, and what is cherished is her appearance, definitely not her whole person.

Mo Suyuan also has the ideal of demons, and when she dies, she must die with peace of mind and die blindly. Many times the strength and power of the Imperial Night Sect, such as the Taishang, the elder, the peak master, the master, the senior brother, and the junior brother, stripped her naked, but she still smiled: If you touch my body again, you can only get a poisonous corpse! Unless I volunteer, you, no one, can defile my soul.

Mo Suyuan saved the true yin at the cost of her life. It doesn't matter if it's clean or not, only the Tao in the world will last forever, and only the Tao will be clean. Am I clean? I am naked in the eyes of countless male cultivators, clean or not? I am clean in my heart, I want to have a clean demon heart. Only dedicate myself to the true demon in my heart, otherwise, I will only die. Is this person my true demon? I'm afraid that you will be more than eighty-one difficult, and they will treat you as a plaything. You are indeed only their plaything for now, and they will tear you down and make you miserable. I'm sorry to let you suffer for me. But if you get through, as long as you don't live up to me, Mo Suyuan will die! I will hand over my true demon and true soul to you!

Along the way, there was a recommendation from Mo Suyuan, and they passed the card smoothly. Mo Suyuan is very famous, although she comes from an ordinary background, her senior brother, junior brother, senior sister, and junior sister have heard a lot of stories about her: super talented, full of magic, and freewheeling. She has slapped many people, died several times, and inexplicably survived again.

Mo Suyuan is very good at spending spirit stones, and she doesn't have many spirit stones. Huang Weiyi has spirit stones, and in Fengni City, before leaving, Huang Weiyi handed over nearly 10 million spirit stones to Mo Suyuan. He was left with less than a million rations.

It was the first time for Mo Suyuan to see so many spirit stones, and she was very happy. Even though it's not my own property, it's still enjoyable. Huang Weiyi told her: Even if you use it, you will return it to him in the future. As for how long it will be, there is no time limit. On the way, Mo Suyuan bought two long-cherished ornaments and spent less than 100,000 yuan. Huang Weiyi persuaded her to buy the most expensive one, but she didn't agree.

Huang Weiyi is very sober, rather than being robbed, it is better to let Mo Suyuan spend it. As long as he shows up with Mo Suyuan, I am afraid that it will be the beginning of his suffering. Not to mention the spirit stone, it is difficult to say whether he can be embarrassed by then. He hadn't seen Mo Suyuan's true face, and if Mo Suyuan wanted him to see it, he would naturally expose his true image, and if he didn't want him to see it, he would naturally not be bored. It was not easy to enter the Imperial Night Sect directly, he didn't know what she could do, what means to take, in short, he would definitely not betray her hue for him.

Teleport, fly, fly, teleport, and a few years later, the two of them were on the ground. The Imperial Night Sect has days and nights, and the days are very short, only three hours. The night was long and dark, there was no moon, no starlight, only a deep black.

The darkness of the night can even block the divine sense.

The moment Huang Weiyi stepped onto the Imperial Night Sect, his heart trembled slightly due to excitement, and the demon blood seemed to be alive, slowly absorbing the night here. His eyes were like a night pouring in. The daytime sunlight here also contains the night, and the night enters and exits in Huang Weiyi's eyes in a transparent flocculent shape visible to the naked eye.

He sensed carefully, black and night turned out to be two kinds of material energy, his magic eye liked black, and demon blood preferred night. The black measures the weight of the force, and the night has more vitality. Huang Weiyi didn't wander around, and Mo Suyuan threw him in his cave and disappeared, without explaining anything. Huang Weiyi sat outside Mo Suyuan's mansion to cultivate, he didn't dare to be presumptuous during the day, and at night, he started his exercises and practiced hard. He knows that every minute and every second is an opportunity for him and a capital to save his life.

He doesn't have to worry about the demon blood, the demon eye cooperates with his exercises, and he makes the fastest progress. Huang Weiyi majored in Demon Flame and Glaive Blade, and the Demon Flame helped the momentum, qi, and power. The glaive blade is slightly shorter than the knife and cuts, cuts, splits, pulls, hooks, and ...... Feel free, more agile than a knife.

The demon and demon physique are strong, the demon is heavy in form, and the demon is heavy in change. Huang Weiyi had cultivated for ten days, and he felt that the ten days of cultivation here were better than ten years on Ino Island, especially the demon blood, which was like a seed about to sprout. Huang Weiyi was looking forward to it, within ten days, the energy absorbed by the demon blood would exceed him by at least a thousand times.

But Huang Weiyi's good days are over. As soon as the night passed, the morning light was slightly dewed, and a dozen monks appeared around him. Huang Weiyi slowly closed his efforts, and opened his eyes, which were darker than the night, without the whites of his eyes, and his pupils were darker and translucent.

It turned out that the morning of the Imperial Night Sect was so beautiful, Huang Weiyi stared blankly at the crystal clear and colorful morning light on the horizon, his consciousness spread, and he quietly felt this belated, shocking morning beauty with his heart.

More than a dozen monks, with different postures and demeanors: indifferent with negative hands, disdainful and curious, squatting and squinting, and looking in circles with negative hands...... None of them paid attention to it, and they couldn't find the slightest threat from the aura, field, and potential exuded by Huang Weiyi, and of course it was not worth paying attention to. There were three or five people who were slightly lower than him, but they also felt that the monk in front of them was too weak.

Is Mo Suyuan crazy? She really wants to die, what does it mean to make such a thing a subordinate? Jun is Jun, but how much difference is this strength from a pig and a cow! The monk is incompetent and supernatural in some aspects, could it be that Mo Suyuan has a quirk? Obviously, she is really not lost!

"Hey, do you know what a servant is?" called an ugly-looking, diminutive demon cultivator. The tone was full of disdain.

Huang Weiyi knew that he was talking to him, and he was still enjoying the morning dew and feeling the beautiful scenery. You are his grandmother's nephew, Lao Tzu's strength is not as good as you, but your grandmother's nephew is not qualified to insult Lao Tzu's true demon, there is no nobility on the road to find the truth, only life and death.

Huang Weiyi's magic eye is easier to use than his divine sense, and his divine sense covers all directions, and there are no dead ends. His magic eye could see the back of his head and count the hairs on his body. The small tremors that the divine sense could not feel, the invisible trajectory, his magic eye could.

Huang Weiyi clearly saw the trajectory of the short and ugly demon cultivator, the hideous look on his face, in Huang Weiyi's demon eyes, was brighter than the morning dew, the outstretched palm, the green tendons and knots squirmed, the fingers were wrapped in black light, and the meteor hit his right chest like a meteor.

Huang Weiyi could see it, but he couldn't hide from it. His divine sense calculated at a high speed, and with all his current supernatural skills, he couldn't dodge the palm fingers of the ugly short male cultivator. Huang Weiyi pretended that his body was not his own, it was the morning dew, it was the light, and he wouldn't hide if he couldn't hide. His right chest turned into a flame, and there was no temperature or energy in the flame.

When the huge pain came, Huang Weiyi didn't frown, and his right chest was scratched out of a hole the size of a transparent fist. Huang Weiyi took a small step back to unload the rampant power in his body. He could endure the pain of torn internal organs, but the humiliation, burning in his soul, was more powerful than the pain of torn internal organs. Huang Weiyi's expression was indifferent, he glanced at the dwarf monk, and quickly withdrew his gaze, letting the bright red blood splash.

The little monk didn't seem to move his position, he blew on his left palm, and his thin palm lit up with a crimson flame, and after five or six breaths, he clapped his palm. Hands clasped in their sleeves: "This is the end, the result of contempt." You're ready, scratch your head after three breaths, but leave you the Devil Baby. Mo Suyuan can't protect you, if she dares to protect you, I'll strip her naked in front of everyone and see what kind of person she is?"

"Anyway, Mo Suyuan is much cleaner than you, too much! You can insult her reputation, but you have no power to defile her soul, to defile her holy heart. ”