Chapter 40: The Son of the Half-Demon

Bai Xiao has been holding Xiaoxue quietly watching Feng Qiqi's disappearing figure, with a little mystery in her smile under the moonlit night, I don't know what kind of thoughts are under the inky black pupils.

"Purple Seventeen, I took you to make a break, at this time you appeared as Purple Seventeen for the last time, and from then on you will be my Feng Qiqi's apprentice Blue Butterfly Seventeen, forgetting everything in the past, and living a new life." Feng Qiqi patted his sleeve lightly, reminding Zi Qiqi once again of what he promised her.

"Don't worry, since I promised you, I will definitely do it, I have something I want to ask my master."

Turning into the original form and flying in the air, flying towards the most luxurious palace in the entire imperial city, it is difficult for people to enter the palace, the birds are always okay, she doesn't believe that they can still block the birds in the sky from the palace, and when she heard Zi Seventeen's question, she said casually: "You ask, since you have become your master, you naturally have to know everything." ”

"Since man and god and demon and beast cannot be combined, why do gods and demons and beasts still come to the world?"

Feng Qiqi didn't expect that Zi Qiqi had this question in his heart, it seemed that he still cared about his identity as the son of a half-demon.

After a deep sigh, she thought back to the books in the Feng Clan, thinking that in the three hundred years of Feng Xiaoba's retreat, in addition to cultivating and watching the books sent by the third sister, her only pleasure was to read the library in her Feng Clan, and she studied the books in the library for three hundred years, but she couldn't answer Zi Seventeen's questions.

"Seventeen, gods can't be counted as races, this is a very unfair class, people can enter the immortal gate to cultivate into immortals, become gods, beasts can activate the bloodline in the body, after calamities into immortals and gods, demons absorb the essence of the sun and moon into immortals and become gods, this is no difference, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven today is the body of the dragon, ascending the throne for tens of thousands of years when the supreme ruler of the dragon clan advanced to the gods, and is in charge of the entire heavenly court just like the emperor in your imperial city, in charge of all the immortals, with boundless rights, unless you become a god from an immortal, Otherwise, it will be under his control.

And the demon and the beast itself have a blurred boundary, just like the blue butterfly, it can be said to be a demon born from the essence of heaven and earth, and it can also be said to be a beast that inherits the father's lineage, so no one will care about the intermarriage between the demon and the beast.

Only the human race is different, the human race is the only one, the cornerstone of the world, do you know what I mean? For example, there can be no blue butterfly in the world, there can be no phoenix, but there can be no human race, if you lose the human race, this world will lose its existing appearance, everything will lose its meaning, no matter which race of gods will do their best to protect the human race, to ensure his simplicity and uniqueness, the combination of the human race and the race will break this simplicity and uniqueness, the heaven and the earth will appear vision, and all races will rise up to kill it. ”

After a long time, Zi Seventeen's bitter voice came from his sleeve: "Then I will become the enemy of all races, Master, how can I enter the Immortal Gate and become an immortal and a god?" ”

"The Emperor of Heaven is in charge of all the immortals in the world, when you jump out of the immortal and step into the god level, you are out of this reincarnation, except for the sky, no one in this world can control you, and there are only a dozen gods in this world."

"Master thinks it's possible for me to be one of the dozen? You think too highly of me, don't you? Seventeen's bitter voice came from his sleeve, even if he didn't look at his face, Feng Qiqi knew the bitter gourd color on his face at this time.