The demon had just turned around and was about to leave, when the four incense burners that were placed in the four corners of the room and kept emitting white smoke suddenly set out to explode.

Immediately after, thirty-two dark black stone pillars rose from the ground and formed a square, trapping the demon in it.

"You were saved by me, and you can't go anywhere without my permission." Without giving the demon a chance to speak, Pu Jia threw the dream bead into the gap between the stone pillars, and continued, "What I gave you, only I don't want to give, but you can't not want it. ”

After that, a faint blue streamer crossed, and in the blink of an eye, the demon was gone.

She was a little at a loss for a moment, so she had to squat down silently and pick up the dream beads that had fallen at her feet.

Once again, the familiar sensation pierced through the skin of the palm of the hand. But this time, this feeling was surprisingly cold, cold to her bones and blood, making her tremble uncontrollably.

The demon leaned against the pillar and clasped his knees with his arms, trying to ward off the constant chill that was pouring into his body.

The exhaustion accumulated in the body for many days and the inner torment at this moment made the demon fall asleep unconsciously.

After a long time, the demon woke up from a thorny dream full of thorns and screams, and she struggled to open her eyes, just in time to see Pu Jia sitting on a circle chair in the middle of the room with her cheeks crossed, and sitting at the table with him was a mysterious man with an unrecognizable face.

"I have obviously broken through to the Feather Realm, and I can feel the powerful spiritual power surging in my body, but I have tried many methods, but I can't open the Heavenly Gate." Pu Jia's tone was a little impatient.

"This situation of yours has also been encountered by the Yunmeng Immortals back then." The mysterious man hissed in a creepy voice, "However, he is luckier than you, he just happened to meet the once-in-a-millennium immortal Nether Yunyou, and opened the gate of heaven, so that he could fly to the immortal realm with that immortal." ”

The mysterious man's voice gave the demon an inexplicable sense of familiarity, except that she couldn't remember where she had heard his voice.

"In this way, opening the Heavenly Gate does not necessarily have to use the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, but you can also ask the immortals of the Immortal Realm to help you open the Heavenly Gate." Pu Jia said thoughtfully.

"The premise is that you can find an immortal who can help you open the gate of heaven." The mysterious man hissed.

Pu Jia lowered her eyebrows and said softly: "If it's just me, I'm really not sure, but I still have you." ”

"Hiss......" the mysterious man laughed hoarsely, "Haven't I helped you enough?" ”

"Isn't it your mission to serve the head of the Mengze Sect?" Pu Jia asked with a sneer.

"You're right, after all, I can live until now, thanks to the Mengze Immortals." The mysterious man said as he looked at the demon trapped between the stone pillars.

The moment the four eyes touched, the demon trembled, and the pair of pupils hung vertically in the whites of the eyes like snake pupils, constantly emitting scarlet light.

The demon finally remembered the voice, or more accurately, she recognized the owner of the eyes.

It is the mask "snake head" of the nine-headed Xiangliu.

"How so?" The demon couldn't help but scream.

"Hiss......" Xiangliu smiled and looked at Pujia, "Your little lover looks surprised, won't you explain it to her?" ”

Pu Jia glanced at the demon with an expressionless face, and just said lukewarmly: "It is the guardian beast of the Mengze Sect, and it has always served me. ”

Everyone in the world knows the Sword Protector Sword Array of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, the Pudu Buddha Light of the Fusang Temple, the Soul Bell of the Vientiane Gate, and the Talisman of Ling Xiaofeng, but no one knows the secret technique of the Mengze Sect.

This secret that is not spoken to the world turns out to be that Meng Zezong secretly raised an ancient fierce beast.

It turned out that back then, the Yunmeng Immortals did not seal Luan'er in the Dream Pavilion in order to continue to suppress Xiangliu, but to continue to nourish Xiangliu with her strength.

It turned out that Xiangliu was not unintentionally released by himself at all, and everything was planned in advance by Pu Jia.

Even the key to opening the Dream Pavilion and releasing Xiangliu, the Dream Bead, was handed over to him by himself.

The demon couldn't help but recall the scene when the ink painting and Xiangliu were fighting, and the faint blue light that lit up in Pujia's palm.

Xiangliu turned defeat into victory, and the ink painting was dead.

The demon finally figured it out, but she didn't seem to understand anything.

"Why?"

The demon asked Xiang Liu, asked Pu Jia, and asked himself.

"Don't you understand?" Xiang Liu glanced at Pu Jia, and saw that the other party didn't seem to have any intention of hindering him, so he continued, "He failed to feather and was seriously injured, but by chance he found the spirit peach left to him by Chixia. ”

"But what he didn't expect was that the spirit peach at this time had already given birth to consciousness." Xiang Liu paused and continued, "This means that the aura in the spirit peach already belongs to you, and in order to get the aura in your body, he really took great pains. ”

"Is that so?" The demon ignored Xiang Liu, but asked by looking directly into Pu Jia's eyes.

Pu Jia didn't shy away from the demon's fierce gaze at all, and Yun responded lightly: "I originally just wanted Xiang Liu to help me eliminate your spiritual sense, but I didn't expect that the original layout was disrupted by that ink painting. ”

"Then why don't you take matters into your own hands?" The demon sneered, "You obviously have a lot of opportunities to do it, and you can even do it as early as when you first met." ”

"Because I'm not sure, if I erase this spiritual consciousness, it will affect my absorption of the spiritual energy in the spiritual peach." Pu Jia responded lightly, as if telling an innocuous little thing.

"So, you deliberately approached me and curry favor with me, just so that you could better absorb the aura?"

"If you can willingly dedicate your aura to me, it will naturally be the best result."

"But those soldiers who died in Zhongzhou, the sword cultivators who died in battle, and the monks in Fusang Temple who swore to die, what should they do?"

"The road of cultivating immortals is a lonely, ruthless road, one person has achieved eternal success, they are just the sacrifices that I should make on the road of certification." Pu Jia said casually.

"What about me? What am I? ”

"A peach? A chance...... "Pu Jia was stunned for a moment, "maybe." ”

"I don't believe it!" The demon shook his head slowly, "If you only want me to die, then why do you want to save me again and again?" ”

"You should let me die in Xizhou, in Fusang Temple, why do you want to stand in front of me?" The demon questioned Pu Jia as if grasping the last straw, and his voice was hoarse.

"I'd rather die than see Aoki get the spirit peach in the end, are you satisfied with this answer?" Pu Jia used a rhetorical question to defeat the demon's only remaining insistence and delusion, and at that moment, her tears collapsed.

"Now that you've got everything you want, then please kill me, please......" The demon cried silently.