There used to be Buddhist masters in the Kyushu world, who divided the living beings in the world into three categories.

Ignorant, sentient, demonic.

For example, the grass and trees in the mountains, or ants and mosquitoes, etc., only have the instinct of life, and there is no wisdom enough to think. Ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, goodness and evil, not even being aware of life and death. Such beings are called "ignorance."

Above ignorance, there is naturally "knowledge".

"Knowledge" is divided into two categories: one is able to understand its own existence, knows how to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, and can distinguish between love and hatred, and such beings are "sentient"; the other type of beings are called "evil demons" although they also have wisdom, but their wisdom is overwhelmed by their own greed and evil, and they indulge in plundering and predation, and only know how to destroy and do not know how to create.

Most of the monsters are the genus of demons, as long as they are delicious, as long as they can get benefits from eating, even if they know that they are poisonous, they will also be tempted to eat - when the people of the Northland hunt demons, they often use some obvious poisonous bait, the kind of things that you know at a glance are very bad There are materials that are beneficial to the demons, as long as they are evil demons, they can't help but eat when they see it, and they will try everything.

As for the kind of monster that can restrain its greedy nature, it is no longer an evil demon, but a sentient being who can communicate. We may have contradictions, and even often fight to the death, but as long as the conditions are right, we can completely compromise with each other and be safe.

Those little monsters who flocked to eat the corpse of the Wushui King belonged to the evil spirits.

They really didn't know that the corpse of the Wushui King was poisonous? Not necessarily.

But for youkai, devouring other youkai can be an effective way to help them become stronger. The sapient youkai were able to understand that it was just an illusion - they had been poisoned before they were powerful. But if you don't have intelligence, or if your intelligence is no match for instinct, you can't resist the temptation to "become stronger".

So they all died.

In fact, devouring poison does not necessarily mean death, and in the monster, there will occasionally be individuals who eat poison and mutate, not only do they not die but gain poison.

However, at least this time there was no such lucky one.

The little monsters died in one place, and not a single one survived.

Probably because the little monsters were attracted by the corpse of the Wushui King, Pan Long walked very peacefully for a long time, and did not encounter any obstacles except for the strong wind.

He walked a little further, and when he saw that he was not far from half the mountain, he suddenly stopped.

"Come out. He exclaimed to the empty road, "The body and the smell can be hidden, but the hostility cannot be hidden." ”

With a sigh, two figures appeared on the road not far ahead, blocking his way.

These two people are a little similar in appearance, one is a black-haired strong man with a tiger's back, and the other is a white-haired old man with a little rickety back, who looks like a father and son. There was no sign of beasts on them, but as they stood there, there was a faint smell of fishy wind, apparently not human.

"Shapeshifting Demon King!" Pan Long narrowed his eyes, a look of vigilance flashing in his gaze.

For youkai, the ability to change without any traces of beasts is called "transformation".

Transformation is an important threshold, and the monsters that can cross this threshold will have a great increase in strength compared to before, and their lifespan will also be greatly increased, and more importantly, they will be able to comprehend some magical spells that cannot be obtained through normal cultivation.

Therefore, some people say that the transformation of monsters is like a return to the basics of human beings, which is an extremely important watershed.

People who can cultivate and return to their roots are called real people and grandmasters, and monsters who can transform into shapes are called demon kings and great sages.

The two monsters in front of him don't seem to have any traces of beasts on the outside, and most of them are the shapeshifting demon kings.

It has been several years since Pan Long's debut, and the real master has also encountered more than one, even the immortal immortal Buddha and demon god have seen it, but it is the first time he has encountered the shape-shifting demon king.

He didn't say a word, but in his heart he recalled some of the records he had read back then.

[Although the world often refers to the demon king and the real person together, in fact, this practice is very loose. A real person must be made of penance, and a real person may have good and bad things, but he will definitely not have obvious flaws. The demon king is different, many demon kings are transformed by fate, they may have their own skills, but the hard kung fu of fighting and killing is often not as good as real people. 】

He wasn't quite sure if the account was true or false, but for now, he just wanted it to be true.

Before that, of course, he had to make another attempt.

"Is this the way through?" he asked in a deep voice, "I came here a few days ago, and I met two dragon gods, and they said that they would wait until the second day of the second month of February, and there would be some chance here...... The two of you are also here to compete for this opportunity?"

The two demon kings glanced at each other, and said in the shape of an old man: "What are the two dragon venerables you have met?"

Pan Long described the appearance of the two, and the face of the strong man and the demon king gradually became softened, but the face of the old demon king became more and more gloomy.

"It turned out to be someone who knew the two dragon venerables in the East China Sea. He said coldly, "In that case, please come over." ”

Pan Long smiled.

"If I hadn't met two of them, I would have passed. He said, "But since there are two demon kings here, no matter what the chance, it has nothing to do with others." Why should I run for nothing?"

With that, he turned and walked away.

The voice of the strong man and the demon king came from behind him: "This person is also interesting, saving us trouble." ”

But then the old demon king said, "Kill him!"

"Huh?"

"The man and woman came from the East China Sea, and they caused so much trouble as soon as they came. Even if Yiwu can be killed in this battle, I don't know how many burials the gods of Yunzhou will have! He knows the man and woman, but he is afraid that he is the back hand of the two people. The old demon king's voice was cold, "I'd rather kill the wrong one, don't let it go, kill!"

"Whew!"

With a wolf howl, the wind howled.

Pan Long turned around suddenly, the cold light on the cicada wing knife flickered, and with a wave of his hand, it was a knife light, facing the strong man demon king who pounced.

"I know you're not well-intentioned!"

He wanted to turn around and leave just now, but everyone hadn't met each other - the demon king was not easy to deal with, let alone two!

But since the other party refuses to let him go, there is no way, let's see life and death under his hands.

The sword flashed, and the figure of the strong man and demon king slashed, and then there was a roar.

Pan Long only felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, and flew out directly, slamming into the rocks next to him, smashing several large rocks one after another before sliding to the ground.

It was only at this moment that the figure of the strong man demon king slowly dissipated, and it turned out to be just an afterimage.

Before Pan Long could breathe, he felt the danger coming, and without thinking about it, he continued to swing the knife.

The sword is as bright as snow.

There was another thud, and he slid out like a skateboard, grazing the ground, and I don't know how many trees and stones were broken.

But there was another angry wolf howl, and the strong man demon king stood where Pan Long was lying just now, with a miserable blood mark on his chest, and the blood was constantly flowing