Outsiders never knew that since the death of Di Fei, the ancestor of the Founding Mountain Sect, the Demon Sect has been in the Demon Sect for nearly seven hundred years, and there is no real sect master. The so-called Demon Sect Leader of each generation of outsiders is actually just the Heavenly King of the Demon Sect kings, acting as the Sect Leader. The leaders of each generation of the Demon Sect must change their surname to Di, and they must look like the founding ancestors of the year, and the position of the acting sect leader is just to repay them for their achievements as the heirs of the sect ancestors.

Why did such a strange rule be made, in the long passage of time, the truth is no longer verifiable. At the top of the Demon Cult, there has always been a legend. One day, the Demon Church will usher in a real leader, and that person will have a Chinese character in his name, and that person will have a pair of eyes that are so clear that they will not stain the slightest dust, and what that person has promised, he will definitely do it.

In addition to these three similarities, there are innumerable legends about what kind of miraculous power, outstanding wisdom, god-like abilities, all kinds of ideas, and all kinds of stories have been passed down to the unthinkable.

And what is truly credible is limited to the truth that the seven kings of the Demon Sect know, it's just that only those who meet those three conditions are qualified to become the real Demon Sect Master, and this rule is the biggest canon handed down by the first generation of the Eight Heavenly Demon Kings with the law of iron and blood, the oath of the Heavenly Demons, and anyone who violates this rule, regardless of his position, will be punished by all the worst punishments in the sect.

However, seven hundred years have passed. Loyalty, faith, along with the truth, have gradually faded into time.

In the eyes of the higher-ups of the Demon Sect, legends are just legends.

It's not that there haven't been people who meet those three conditions. It's just that they tend to die in the fastest time due to various accidents, of course, no matter how they are traced, they will definitely not be able to find the Seven Kings of Heavenly Demons.

The struggle for power at the top of the Demon Sect has never stopped, and some people even use this ancient legend and the iron law of the first generation to deliberately create people who meet those three conditions in order to control the power, and all that can be triggered is just another cruel power struggle.

For Di Jue, the story passed down by word of mouth of each generation of heavenly kings was almost forgotten by him. In the decades, I have also wondered what would happen if that person appeared during his tenure? And in the end, the answer that can be thought of is always only one word: "Kill!" ”

However, at this moment, at the moment when his life was about to disappear, he suddenly heard the word "Han", which was shocking, and his eyes widened in astonishment, staring at his face that had gradually become clear from the fog in the smoke.

However, all he could see was a pair of eyes, and the only thing that gathered his attention was these two eyes.

Clear and clear, not stained with red dust.

In so much smoke, there will still be a pair of such clear eyes.

It's so annoying to nag, but he still maintains such a pair of clean eyes.

Fell off the cliff and killed a person with one palm, but he still had such clear eyes.

Di Jue suddenly felt in a trance, such eyes, in his life, have he ever encountered such a clear and clear, thousands of feet of red dust, three thousand worlds, can not be contaminated at all, even a child, and rarely see such purity.

There was another sharp pain in his chest, which made him have to twitch and grab Fu Hanqing harder: "What you promised, will you definitely do it?" ”

Fu Hanqing was slightly stunned: "Yes, what I promised, I will definitely do it." ”

"Okay, I want you to promise me......"

"Is it to inherit a huge family business, or a mysterious and powerful sect, or to manage a great treasure for you?" Fu Hanqing asked with some curiosity.

Di Jue snorted, tried to open his eyes wide, and lost his voice: "How do you know? ”

"It's easy to guess, such a high cliff, a person who looks at his clothes and hair knows that there are many practitioners who haven't left for many years." Fu Hanqing sighed and shook his head, "Speaking of which, I really can't count me as killing you." Who told you to be so old that you have to go to the bottom of the cliff to retreat and practice? According to my experience, after many years at the bottom of the cliff, practicing martial arts, and then running outside, taking revenge, showing off his skills, moving the world, and marrying a bunch of wives, this thing is not nothing, but it must be done by a young, handsome man to have the possibility of success, an old man ......"

Fu Hanqing shook his head vigorously, "An old man at the bottom of the cliff, and he looks like you......"

At this time, the smoke had gradually dissipated, and Di Jue's face was already faintly visible. His pale white hair stained with mud and his wrinkled face told of every bit of hardship and bitterness in his life, the three long scars on his face, and seven or eight bumps floating for unknown reasons, which not only completely ruined his original appearance, but also made his image hideous and terrifying, like a devil in hell.

"The biggest possibility is to stay at the bottom of the cliff, wait for a young man to fall, and then give him all your internal strength, and become a human to do it yourself, or, suddenly, you have to die, so before you lose your breath, give your incomparably powerful family, gang power, or a very, very big treasure to the young man who fell inexplicably." Fu Hanqing scratched his head, "You don't have the internal strength to send me, of course it's to send me some gang, what faction, or what treasure to me." ”

Fu Hanqing spoke very honestly, so when Di Jue spurted a mouthful of blood, he didn't feel that he was angry and vomited blood, but was just busy patting him on the back and caressing his chest: "If you have anything to give me, send it to me, I don't think you can last long." It's not that I won't save you, it's true, I've exhausted all the knowledge I know, as if the Heavenly Demon Dafa has gone mad, and the true anger is shocking, and it's really completely unsavable. So, what's wrong with practicing, what's this kind of kung fu for......"

"Tattered kung fu ......" Di Jue wanted to roar, but blood had already overflowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose together. He knew that his time was running out, but he was so angry that he forgot about his sadness. This idiot who dozes off a horse and hits the horse on a cliff and doesn't know it, actually dares to say that the first magic skill in the world is a tattered martial art. Does this person know that in the past, black and white, all countries in the world, a total of one hundred and thirty-eight are the top masters, who have practiced this miraculous skill, of which seventy-nine people went mad and died, thirty-two people failed, and the martial arts were all wasted, and only a few of them were practiced, and it was only when they practiced to the sixth level, it was difficult to make an inch. He is the only peerless master who has achieved the ninth turn and practiced to the ninth major achievement realm.

This idiot who speaks incoherently dares to think he is old and ugly. At that time, I was not young and handsome, and I was personable, and if I hadn't been framed by the righteous path, I would not be more than fifty years old now, and when I walked out, I would still be radiant, and I would have killed a bunch of men and women. If it weren't for the practice of demonic skills, would I be as old as an eighty or ninety-year-old man? The scars on my body, including the three scars on my face, and the bruises left by poisoning that will never fade, which old wounds are not a battle to sing and cry about, and which wounds do not represent a vigorous battle. For the man on the rivers and lakes, every wound is enough evidence of his heroic deeds. are enough reasons for future generations to talk about and praise the yearning, but you still hate this and that, and you don't look down on it.

He was so angry that his eyes were protruding, his teeth were rattling again, and he wanted to tear off Fu Hanqing's flesh piece by piece: "You, you are right, you killed me, you should finish what I was going to do for me." However, you must promise me that you will not tell anyone that I was killed by you. ”

Fu Hanqing said with some emotion: "Are you afraid that your relatives or subordinates will seek revenge on me?" ”

"I'm a hero, I'm a hero, I want people to know that I've been killed by you, an idiot who can't ride a horse, not me, but I'm the ancestor I taught the past generations, and I've lost all my face for seven hundred years." Di Jue used all his strength to roar, and immediately flew blood droplets all over the sky.

Fu Hanqing was so frightened that he stepped back. Di Jue lost his support, and the whole person fell back hard, and his head hit the hard stone with a thud.

Fu Hanqing hurriedly pounced again, helped him up, and when he looked at it, sure enough, a big bag was swollen behind his head. He was so busy rubbing it for him, and he said again and again: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Fortunately, at this time, Di Jue couldn't care about getting angry, just gasped and said: "You just said, the righteous path came out of my place, and at the critical juncture of my practice, hundreds of masters were gathered to sneak attack me, and I started a vigorous battle with them here. ”

He trembled and took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to Fu Hanqing: "This is, the sect leader's token." ”

Fu Hanqing took it, opened it and looked at it, and was suddenly stunned: "You are a member of the Shura Sect." ”

The Demon Sect was originally known as the Shura Sect, which originated from the founding ancestor of the Sect, the Blood Shura Di Fei. Most of the secret martial arts in the sect were left by Di Fei, including the Heavenly Demon Dafa, but hundreds of years ago, in the hands of Di Jing, the ninth generation of the sect leader, the Demon Sect suffered a catastrophe, and many canonical magic skills were lost in the world, and the Heavenly Demon Dafa was one of them. But this kind of magic skill, even if it has been robbed and seen by countless people, no one has practiced it before this.

And Fu Hanqing didn't think of his relationship with the Demon Sect at the first time because Di Jue practiced the Heavenly Demon Dafa. The moment he opened the little bag and looked down, Di Jue felt that he was clearly seeing that there seemed to be something on Fu Hanqing's face, an extremely strange expression, however, he fixed his mind and looked at it again, but he saw that Fu Hanqing's expression did not seem to change at all from just now.

Whether it is too badly injured, dizzy, or too much smoke and dust, it is inevitable that you will see something wrong.

Di Jue hesitated slightly, and suddenly his whole body shook violently, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his seven orifices at the same time, and all the veins of his body were extremely painful. He knew that the last moment was coming, he was so panicked that he grabbed Fu Hanqing hard, wanting to shout something, but he couldn't say a word anymore, and all that gushed out of his mouth was thick, endless blood.

His heart was full of pain, no, no, no, he wasn't done yet, he still had a lot to tell this idiot.

He didn't say that where is the altar of the sect, and he can't find an idiot like this who can accidentally run up a cliff without knowing it on a horse. He didn't say how many life and death traps there were near the main altar, and this person was afraid that he would die so far away that he couldn't even find his bones. He didn't say that the kings of the sect were intrigued, each with their own scheming, this fool was defenseless, holding the sect leader's token, and rashly appeared, there would be countless dangers, God knows if he would be sold and counted for money.

Also, the rivers and lakes are righteous, and they regard the Demon Sect as a heretic, as long as he accidentally reveals that he is the leader of the Demon Sect, he will definitely attract countless deaths, this idiot does not understand this.

And also......

And also......

And, many, many, he didn't have time to say.

Although this person is an idiot, after all, he has an incredible internal force and an incredible understanding of martial arts. If he is given a chance, maybe he can really give the Demon Sect a new world as the legend says, he is really the only person who can become the true master of Shura. He can really make the Shura Sect raise his eyebrows and be free from the oppression of the righteous path.

He had clear eyes, and he had a Chinese character in his name, and he said that what he had promised, he would definitely do.

But, no matter what, he had to live, he had to live before he did all that.

Di Jue tried his best to widen his eyes and stare at Fu Hanqing. He thinks too much, exhausts everything he has, and buys time to say a few words. However, he could not say a word again.

Fu Hanqing saw that his seven tricks were bleeding wildly, but he still didn't let go of himself, his eyes were wide open, full of despair and pain, and he was a little sad in his heart, he didn't know Di Jue's intentions, he only said that he didn't get his own answer, hesitated slightly, and finally made up his mind: "Don't worry, I really don't want to be the leader of the Shura Sect." However, I am also at fault for your death. People have to take responsibility for what they have done, so I can promise you even if I don't want to, but I can't lie, I won't lie, I won't tell them how you died, but I can't tell them nonsense. ”

He finished his words very sincerely, but saw that Di Jue was still staring at him, so he had to sigh, lowered his head, leaned into his ear, and said word by word: "What I promised, I will definitely do it." ”

Di Jue convulsed violently again, his body suddenly struggled, and then he fell down heavily.

Fu Hanqing stretched out his hand to support him, and gently probed, knowing that he was dead of anger, but he was still staring, and his eyes were still desperate, anxious and painful.

Fu Hanqing was so troubled that he scratched his head, alas, I have already promised him, why is he still dead, do I look so untrustworthy?

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