"You...... What the hell is ......"

Nan Ming stopped talking.

He just watched with interest at the collapsed man, to be precise, at the two demon seeds that had been bred in his body.

Greed, jealousy, anger, fear, despair......

A huge amount of negative emotions were intertwined in Wan Qi's mind, and they were hungry and thirsty to absorb the illusory demon seeds, they were wriggling, drumming one after another, as if they were about to burst open in the next moment.

The Book of Fate can write the fate of mortals, but it cannot directly control their minds. It's just making choices for people, influencing their actions, and within the limits of its power, giving birth to what they need.

Nanming can use it to write a person to death, but he doesn't care whether this person is full of fear or happy to die.

It is the same as the shrunken lamp used by Nanming before, and it is a strange thing that transcends the rules.

It's also a very fun toy.

The fun thing about it is that it can both give and take away destiny. Just like building blocks, it's rewarding to stack them into the shape you want, and then knock them down to get a sense of destruction.

Nan Ming opened it now, but instead of lifting the pen, he picked up a page.

- Click.

Tear it off along the sealing line.

Wan Qi looked up in shock, at this moment, he felt as if he had lost something, but his body was still intact, and his cultivation had not changed...... He suddenly remembered something, and his face changed drastically and he rushed out the door.

After a while, he stumbled back: "What did you ......do? Give me back Lian'er!!"

He seemed to have lost his mind, and his hands rushed up to choke Nan Ming's neck, and two lines of tears unconsciously shed on his face distorted like a demon.

"Who is Lian'er?"

Nan Ming was unmoved, but tore another page.

Wan Qi's movements suddenly stopped. His expression was stunned, his mind went blank, and he muttered to himself, "Yes...... Lian'er ...... Who is it?"

The hand stroked the cheek and touched a moist patch.

Strange, why did you cry?

And the next moment, as another page of paper was torn off, Wan Qi felt a void in his body, and the cultivation at the peak of the Divine Power Realm actually regressed to the time when he first entered the Divine Power in an instant.

He suddenly remembered—

"No, no, what are you doing?"

A deep fear rose in his heart, and the huge gap between the sudden gain and the sudden loss made his whole body tremble unconsciously.

Wan Qi pounced on him and hugged Nan Ming's hand to prevent him from tearing the book further.

However, the movements of the hands are still the same, slow and methodical, steady and meticulous to tear off page by page. And as the pages of the book fell off one by one, Wan Qi's cultivation also declined step by step, and everything that was given to him by the Book of Destiny was taken away little by little.

"Ahhh

Wan Qi let out a roar of exhaustion, and his body gradually withered with the naked eye, his eyes were blank, his back was bent, and his hands were hanging weakly. He suddenly began to tear his hair frantically, and made a "ho-ho" sound in his throat, as if he was laughing, and like he was crying.

He seemed to have foreseen his fate, but he was far from ready to accept it.

"What if...... I beg you...... Can you let me go? Don't take it...... Give me back ......."

As he spoke, Wan Qi's voice gradually deepened, and finally turned into an inaudible whisper.

And his heart sank.

Because he understood the way Nan Ming looked at himself—no sorrow, no joy, no anger, just like looking at a funny monkey, and under his excited gaze, there was a shuddering indifference.

It's the devil's eyes!

Wan Qixin hung his head like ashes.

Two intertwined strange auras rose from his spiritual platform, like butterflies breaking out of a cocoon.

That's something that can't be caught with the naked eye.

As soon as they came out, it seemed as if all the essence of the person had been drained, and the forms of the two became more and more condensed, and the wings as thin as cicadas outlined obscure lines.

Nanming raised his hand and grabbed one.

The other nimbly bypassed his fingers and went straight to the altar on his forehead.

The illusory form disappeared at once, and in the blink of an eye, it splashed out like water into a pan of oil, and fled frantically into the distance.

"Wow!"

Nanming sucked it into his mouth in one gulp and tasted it, but it didn't taste much.

Then he looked at the one in his hand again.

It was struggling frantically, its wings flapping into an apparition and sending out angry messages.

Translated into human words, it probably is: "Let go of me, you worm who doesn't know whether to live or die! You will regret it, Lord Heavenly Demon will not let you go......"

"Heavenly Demon?"

"You're done! You're done! The day this world is breached by us, your soul will be torn to pieces!"

The little butterfly, who claimed to be a heavenly demon, screamed.

Nan Ming touched his chin, it had been a long time since anyone had said such a thing to himself, and the last guy who said this seemed to have become part of his collection...... This butterfly, why don't you make it into a specimen?

His fingertips rubbed slightly, crushing one of the butterfly's wings.

"Tell me about your Heavenly Demons. ”

"Ahh......h Damn ...... I...... I said......"

Existence was fundamentally threatened, and it had to bow its head in humiliation and put away its arrogance.

The Heavenly Demon is a strange existence outside the realm, feeding on the negative emotions of living beings, and is best at confusing people's minds and arousing the hidden demonic thoughts in people's hearts.

Because of their void nature, they can pass through the void, freely travel to and from the heavens and all worlds, and forage for food everywhere.

And this world is the hunting ground that the heavenly demons fancie.

According to it, the people here have never seen the existence of the Heavenly Demon, and they don't know how to resist it at all, and they are even very excited after entering the demon, which is like an unguarded treasure house.

Even a small minion like it can play with a person with advanced cultivation in applause.

And above it, there is also the existence of the Great Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon Lord, and the Heavenly Demon Emperor, in terms of the means and ability to manipulate people's hearts, it is not only a hundred times stronger than it.

If it weren't for the fact that the world was closed, ordinary heavenly demons couldn't enter, and only the unhatched demon seeds could be implanted in people's desires, such a good place would have been carved up a long time ago, and it wouldn't have been its turn to forage.

It's just a pathfinder.

The Seven Heavenly Demon Lords spread the demon seeds, and the hatched Heavenly Demon Cubs, after sucking up the host body that gave birth to themselves, can continue to find the next host body and develop and grow. At a certain point, they will devour and fuse each other, advance to the Great Heavenly Demon, and then open the world channel, allowing an endless stream of Heavenly Demon Fish to enter.

- Enjoy a final feast.

"Your world was created by a transcendent being. ”

Speaking of the Transcendent, the Heavenly Demons seemed a little in awe, it was their existence outside of the recipe, "The Transcendent has fallen, and the world should have died with it, and the devil knows why it is still ...... But it's not far from death, the Yellow Springs and the flow are cut off, and the reincarnation collapses, how long do you think you can live?"

Hearing this, Nan Ming raised his eyebrows, is this world going to end?

No wonder I always feel that the basic rules that constitute the world are a little unstable, and the Heavenly Dao is also relatively cowardly.

However, there are still three pounds of nails in the rotten ship, and it should be a long time before it completely collapses.

He looked at the Heavenly Demon in his hand.

This kind of thing, tasteless to eat, and a pity to throw it away, is just a piece of chicken ribs.

He opened his mouth to take out another, thicker book from the world in his womb, and placed the Heavenly Demon on a blank sheet of paper.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Stop! Stop...... Hmm...... Hmmm......"

The wings that struggled desperately were attached to the pages of the book, like insects falling into the water, unable to move for an instant.

"The Heavenly Demon Lord won't let you go!!"

Syllable.

As soon as the pages were closed, it was flattened into a thin sheet, with translucent lines as clear as the veins of leaves.

A beautiful butterfly specimen.

It's a pity that only half of the wings are left.

Nanming has some regrets. Thinking of the Great Heavenly Demon, the Heavenly Demon Lord, and the Heavenly Demon Emperor that it said, a trace of anticipation rose in his heart.

I hope they don't break their word and come to fill their collections soon.

All the communication between Nan Ming and the Heavenly Demons is not in words.

Therefore, Wan Qi, who was close at hand, couldn't hear or see what was happening.

He only saw Nan Ming pick up the book of fate again, take the pen and start writing something.

And his brain suddenly became drowsy, and before he knew it, he walked out of the door in a daze......

Next.

There is a crazy figure in the back mountain of Yaofu. He was ragged, his hair was scattered, and he jumped up and down like a monkey, laughing, crying, and babbling things that no one else could understand.

Wan Qi is crazy.

Some people say that he forcibly entered the holy realm and went mad, while others say that he cultivated forbidden magic skills, so his cultivation soared in a short period of time, and finally ended up like this.

Several people sent people to arrest him and imprison him.

Martial law in the school palace was imposed for three months, and the search for magic skills was fruitless. Instead, several disciples who colluded with the evil sect were found and expelled from the door wall one by one.

The matter was then settled.

Most people's attention is drawn to another event.

The decade-annual school palace martial arts meeting is about to kick off.

......

......

In the backyard of the bamboo house.

Nan Ming held a bamboo sword in his hand and stood motionless.

He had stood like this for two hours.

From the scorching sun at noon, to the sunset at this moment, the yellow sunset has sunk into the clouds, and the sky has become dark.

"It's going to rain. ”

Ruan Xiaozhi held up an umbrella, but could not get closer.

Nan Ming just stood still, but it seemed to have a condensed aura, isolating everyone.

The wind is blowing.

The wind was gentle at first, but gradually became noisy, whistling through the bamboo forest, like an unscrupulous hand, violently tearing people's clothes.

The umbrella in Ruan Xiaozhi's hand was not held steadily, and it blew into the sky in an instant.

She didn't bother to pick it up, just looked at Nan Ming worriedly, watching the wind blow the corners of his clothes and make a hunting noise.

In fact, there are some complaints in my heart: Childe is always like this, and he never takes care of his body. Although I have raised it for more than half a year, I am not as weak as I was at the beginning, but I can't just mess with it!

She was thinking about whether to forcibly carry him back when she suddenly felt a flower in front of her.

The wind stopped abruptly......

The next moment, the wind flowed again, making her wonder if she had hallucinated before.

"Click. ”

With a slight crisp sound, Ruan Xiaozhi followed the prestige.

I saw that the bamboo sword in Nan Ming's hand had been broken, and only the bare half was left.

She couldn't see what was happening, she only felt that something on the broken bamboo sword made her eyes hurt.

- Is it sword energy?

"Wow!!"

The rain poured down, as big as beans, crackling on the bamboo leaves, and in an instant they all wilted.

Nan Ming suddenly threw the bamboo sword, and the majestic invisible sword intent broke out of his body.

The raindrops that fell within a radius of a hundred meters around him suddenly stunted, and then slowly swirled, turning into countless sharp water swords, smashing the bamboo sword to pieces.

"Smack!"

For some reason, the sky and the earth were clear, and the wind and rain faded.

Ruan Xiaozhi blinked his eyes and looked at Nan Ming, who turned around slowly, and always felt that there seemed to be something different about him, but he couldn't say where it was.

"Childe?"

"Let's go back. ”

Nan Ming waved his hand, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing him laughing, Ruan Xiaozhi's mood also became inexplicably lighter, and he said with a smile: "Childe, but what new moves have you practiced?" It looks like it's very powerful......

"It's a self-created swordsmanship. ”

Nan Ming raised a finger as he spoke, and his fingertips swallowed out an invisible sword intent, which was so cold and fierce that people couldn't help but avoid their gaze.

He said, "My body is weak now, and it is difficult for me to use my spiritual power and urge my sword qi...... This is the sword intent, prompted by the mind, not blocked by the Linggang armor, directly attacking the mind, hurting people invisibly, and the lethality is better than ordinary sword moves. ”

Ruan Xiaozhi didn't seem to understand it, anyway, it was very powerful: "Then what's the name of this trick?"

"The soul returns to the sword!"