Opposite the Island of Ten Thousand Evils is the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, but since ancient times, the evil demons do not seem to have really separated, this is not only an evil land, but also a haunt for demon cultivators. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On top of a mountain that was not very high, an old man in a black and white robe sat alone.

"Ninety-eight, it's already ninety-eight disciples! Heaven, earth, you're going to break Song's inheritance!" the old man looked up to the sky and screamed bitterly.

For a long time, the old man wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, with sadness and despair.

The old man sighed and said, "Alas, I won't accept it, I won't accept it anymore, the old man is doing evil! Those little dolls are all liked, and if they don't, they will be gone." Although the old man is called the old devil by the world, the old man also wants a mantle to be inherited! Although the old man is famous, the old man is still very principled, why ...... Why is there no one who can practice the old man's magic skills!"

This old man has a thin face, white and pure, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he has a great reputation in the evil domain, and there are four evil cultivators in the evil domain, and he is one of them, known as Song Lao Mo, and Chu Lao Ghost, Jia Lao Monster and others are on a par with each other.

As soon as Old Demon Song waved his sleeves, countless black mist shrouded on the mountain hit him, drowning half of his body in an instant.

Song Lao Mo sighed: "The old man shrouded this place with demonic energy, and maintained it with a formation, hoping that there will be people who come after him to withstand the test and inherit it from the old man." ”

Old Demon Song got up slowly, took out a treasure bag, and opened it tremblingly, obviously in a complicated mood.

"This is the Northern Cold Pearl, which is taken from the Polar Ice Spring, with seven colors as the top grade, but this one only condenses five colors, which is not of much use. Old Devil Song took out a bead with a multicolored glow and a bone-chilling aura from the bag, frowning slightly, feeling sorry.

"Don't do it, explode it!" Song Lao Mo threw the bead into the sky and shot it into the distance. Then he took out another object, but this time it was simply like that, without moving his eyebrows, and threw it out again.

One treasure after another was thrown out by Song Lao Mo, but the bag in his hand was like a bottomless treasure house, dozens of treasures went out, and when he fished it out, there were still things taken out.

"This is a black bone fork won from the old ghost of Chu, and it is not a good thing, don't it, explode it......" Song Lao Mo took out a thing, it was a strange-shaped black bone fork, after it became larger in his hand, there was a gray ghost aura, and there were countless ghost heads conjuring up, which seemed to be able to capture people's hearts, and could gnaw flesh and blood, faintly there was a ghost crying wolf howling and roaring sound, he hesitated at first, but only after a moment, he threw this thing out.

"This is the Heavenly Wind Wing of the old monster, and I don't want it...... Exploded......"

This situation lasted for a long time, until Song Lao Mo thought that his hands were sore and his legs were numb, so he stopped.

"If the old man was still a mortal, how good it would be, and there would be no need to worry about such things. Old Demon Song sighed, a little lonely.

"However, the old man can't go back, and he doesn't want ......to go back," Song Lao Mo said this, with firmness in his eyes.

"I'm really envious, others are full of children and grandchildren, and apprentices are running all over the ground, but the old man wants to accept a personal disciple, but he can't ......get it" Song Lao Mo looked at the four directions, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything, and the young people in the mountains and veins in the distance were in his eyes, those vigorous scenes made him a little greedy, and he hated to be invited every day Those old-fashioned people were himself.

"That's it, that's it!, this is Li Laoyou's dead wood skill, the old man has been studying for a long time, practicing this function will turn people into wood like a rock, it's interesting, the old man simply sits here with this skill, and the province will hurt those little dolls, and he will be troubled. Old Demon Song took out a set of cyan jade slips and muttered to himself.

He had long put life and death aside, let alone nostalgia, and his only regret was that he didn't receive a wishful disciple.

He sat cross-legged and put the jade slip on his lap, in fact, the content of the jade slip had already been memorized, and the jade slip was taken out because he had other plans.

Just like the treasures placed all over this mountain, they go from low to high according to the difficulty of getting them. He felt that this exercise was extraordinary, so he naturally had to put it higher, and if there were younger generations who got his true inheritance, maybe he would be grateful and bow to him.

Here are some of his thoughts.

His character has always been like this, and he refuses to suffer. But in the descendants who may obtain his inheritance, he is not stingy, and the reason why he wants someone to worship him is only because he sees that other people's families are happy to accept apprentices, and he has long been jealous to the point of tooth soreness. And this arrangement is undoubtedly a good kind of self-relief, he thought, his inheritor, should not mind this!

Song Lao Mo began to meditate according to the content of the jade slip, he had profound skills, and he had already understood the content of the jade slip thoroughly, just for a moment, there was a green aura, and he was like an old tree with roots, thunder could not move, and fell into a deep concentration.

From the mountain where Song Lao Mo chose to sit, a mountain stream about a thousand miles away, the roaring river overflowed the bluestone and flowed down, and the birds on both sides of the river were singing and fragrant.

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard, breaking the calm of the place and startling a puddle of birds and beasts.

In the void, a young man in white suddenly appeared, like a bone spit out of the mouth of a giant beast, which was thrown out and smashed into the river.

Immediately afterwards, there was another bang, and an old man in a gorgeous jade belt was also thrown out, and the end was exactly the same as the young man in white.

The young man in white was Niu Fan, and as soon as he fell into the water, he stabilized his body and came out.

He glanced at the old man who fell into the water behind him, and secretly called him unlucky, but his reaction was not slow, he hurriedly gathered his qi and turned his wings, and the fire wings fanned a few times, and fled down the river in a hurry.

"I didn't expect him to follow. Niu Fan said secretly in his heart: "You have to think of a way to get rid of it." ”

The 'he' in Niu Fan's mouth was Yan Yangbo, and it seemed that because of the vine demon, at the last moment of teleportation, Yan Yangbo was photographed.

Niu Fan has already pushed his speed to the extreme at this moment, and he has no chance of winning against Yan Yangbo, and he has no confidence in his heart even if he can escape Yan Yangbo's pursuit.

After Yan Yangbo got out of the water, he didn't immediately chase Niu Fan, he looked at the reflection on the water, the scattered hair, the scratched face, and some plaster in the mouth and nose, because after falling into the water, it dissolved a lot, dripping down his beloved beard, he had a bitter face, how miserable he looked, how miserable he was, how aggrieved he was, he almost shed a few tears, and sobbed.

Of course, even if he really wept, he couldn't see anything with a wet cheek now.

Perhaps some clues could be seen from his gradually reddening eyes, he shook his head sharply, and looked viciously at the direction of Niu Fan's escape, as if he could drink flesh and blood in his eyes.