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Xiao Bai held the brightly colored Infant God Fruit in his hand, and the strange fragrance wafted far away, but no fierce beast appeared.

The white wolf, whose whole body is white and flawless, and whose movements are elegant and noble, is circling Xiao Bai with deep eyes.

"Why?" Xiao Bai suppressed the sadness and anger in his heart, and his tone was indifferent.

The white wolf was still looking at him, as if he hadn't heard it.

"I know you can understand!" Xiao Bai clenched his fists, his eyes red.

The white wolf jumped lightly, went to the mountain rock on the side, tilted his head and looked at Xiao Bai, his eyes were smart.

It never cast a single glance at the infant god fruit.

"It's very simple," the white wolf said, showing his majesty in his frankness, "because this king is stronger than you." ”

Yes, what a simple truth, I am better than you, I can kill you and take everything from you.

The world of the demon clan has never had so many twists and turns.

Although Xiao Bai had expected it, he was still bitter.

No matter how tragic the experience of the eldest son of the Xiao family is, no matter how clear the memory left to him, it is not Xiao Bai's personal experience after all. It's like a painter who witnesses a human tragedy and is full of anger and pours out his emotions on the painting paper. No matter how sensitive the emotions of the people who observe the paintings and how clear their hearts are, it is difficult to fully understand the spiritual process of the painters.

After all, it's not a pain on the skin.

The slightly wide white clothes and white pants were stained with a little blood, and the embarrassed young man in the dust stood in the mountains and forests, quiet and speechless.

After a long time, he asked, "Why me?"

The white wolf's eyes showed a strange light, and he replied meaningfully: "You should know." ”

What should I know?

Xiao Bai was a little puzzled, but under the strange gaze of the white wolf, he thought of an extremely terrifying fact.

Don't..... It knows I'm crossing?!

The white wolf looked up at the gradually fading sky, and said leisurely: "Heaven and earth are full of spirits, life, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, and there is a destiny in the underworld. ”

Xiao Bai looked at it, as if he saw a philosopher who was trying to think about the meaning of life, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous.

How can a wolf demon be comparable to a human being who is the primate of all things?

The white wolf glanced down at the young man and said lightly, "You seem to despise the demon clan. ”

There is no doubt, no anger, it is like a statement of fact, without the slightest subjective emotion.

Xiao Bai kept his mouth shut, and consciously did not discuss this slightly dangerous topic with it.

The white wolf didn't care, and continued its philosophical thinking.

"Whether you believe it or not, destiny is there. Whether you are an emperor of the mortal world or a great power of immortals, you will always experience all kinds of hardships in your life. ”

Xiao Bai gradually sank down, thinking about the white wolf's words.

"These tribulations, big and small, are bumpy, and we usually call them catastrophes. The calamity is determined by heaven, as long as you are alive, no matter what means you take, the calamity will come, just like the demon race needs to cross the catastrophe, and the human race also needs to cross the catastrophe, and the two calamities are very different. ”

Xiao Bai's heart was shocked, and he grasped a trace of the vein, but that thought was fleeting and difficult to keep.

"Through the number and size of calamities in a lifetime, we are accustomed to divide all living beings into two kinds: those with good lives and those with bad lives. Good fate means deep fortune, and you can always turn evil into good fortune and repeatedly break free from danger. If you don't practice, your life will be safe and sound, and there will be no disasters or disasters, but if you practice, you will often be brave and diligent, and your demons will not be born. If the fate is not good, the fortune is shallow, and everything does not go well, and it often turns bad into evil. If you don't practice, your life will be upside down, and you will be miserable, and if you practice, you will suffer a lot of disasters and demons in your heart. ”

When Xiao Bai heard this, he couldn't help but retort: "According to what you say, aren't people with shallow fortune destined to live a life of mediocrity and struggle in vain?"

The white wolf shook his head, his eyes still clear and clear, without the slightest impurity.

"There's one thing you're missing, and that's the heart. ”

Xiao Bai was shocked, and his heart trembled when he heard Hong Zhong Dalu.

"Among the two, there is a special kind of individual. Mortals are like generals, and cultivators are like immortals, leaving their names for eternity. Calamities can't kill them, tribulations can't overwhelm them, and the so-called blessings are insignificant to them. The name of the demon has been passed down through the ages, and all the saints have written the world to congratulate them, relying on the power of the soul. ”

The white wolf sighed leisurely, as if he had witnessed the peerless demeanor of the demon venerable in ancient times.

"That ......" Xiao Bai was a little embarrassed, "What kind of character are you talking about, the saints?"

The white wolf's expression froze, and he tilted his head: "Wait until you leave this land of projectiles and embark on the path of cultivation to ask this question." ”

"Oh, you go on. ”

"So the word fate is far from being limited by fortune. All souls will eventually be shattered and return to ruins, this is fate; Emperor Yuan was domineering and fierce all his life, but he died of a peerless immortal fruit, which is also fate; Demon Zun was in charge of the demon clan at the age of 16, and he was invincible in the world at the age of 25, which is also fate; there are also human races with great power, and only at the age of 100 years have he come into contact with the method of cultivation, but within three days and three nights, he has grown from nothing, preached the other side, and survived in the world for eternity, which is also fate. ”

Xiao Bai listened with relish, just like listening to Uncle Wang from the next door talking about cross talk when he was a child, although he was not clear, he felt powerful.

However, if the demon lord was in charge of the demon clan at the age of sixteen, wouldn't it be equivalent to becoming the leader of the human race at the age of sixteen? Look at yourself again, at the age of sixteen, he was a miscellaneous disciple in a small immortal sect that was not even a third-rate, and he had no way to condense his qi.

Looking at the power of the three-day preaching, when will I be able to have such a genius?

There is still a long way to go!

"Killed by thunder, poisoned by brothers, betrayed by parents, killed by wild beasts, and so on. ”

Xiao Bai felt a chill in his heart when he heard this, and suddenly felt that this world was so dangerous.

"It is fate that your Manchus are wiped out, and your wife commits suicide. Ten years of hardship and displacement, suffering cold eyes, is fate. It is also fate to worship the immortal gate but encounter a villain who is haunted and almost killed. The white wolf talked eloquently, but the words he said made Xiao Bai shudder.

"You...... How would you know?" Xiao Bai's voice trembled, and the only thing he was glad for was that his biggest secret had not been discovered.

"How does this king know?" the white wolf looked at him condescendingly, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the gradually darkening sky, "This king can see all your experiences in three lives and three lives at a glance, how do you say this king knows?"

How can it be?

Xiao Bai only felt a shudder, his eyes were full of incredulity, the demon king was so terrifying!

This kind of method is beyond his imagination! If this is the case, wouldn't there be no secret for ordinary people to face such an existence as the Demon King? This is simply the ultimate version of the data panel!

For some reason, Xiao Bai suddenly thought of the last sentence, and then was overwhelmed by the chaos of thoughts, slightly impetuous.

The white wolf sneered and jokingly said: "You also believe that this king is blind, you are really young!"

He sighed as he spoke, as if he was nostalgic for the green years he had lost.

A few black lines hung down Xiao Bai's delicate face, blurred in the gradually falling night.

"Could it be that it is fate for you to kill several of my senior brothers?" Xiao Bai was inexplicably upset, and asked a question that had been pressed in his heart for a long time.

The white wolf tilted his head, stared at the stars gradually appearing in the sky, and said lightly: "They will die, but fate borrowed the hand of this king to send them on the road." ”

Xiao Bai only felt a surge of anger, and at the same time, there was a deep sense of absurdity.

I actually believed what this wolf demon said! What kind of fate is just a high-sounding excuse for wanton killing!

"You seem to have an opinion about this king?" the white wolf's indifferent tone woke up Xiao Bai in anger.

"Why are you telling me this?" Xiao Bai asked, looking at it without showing weakness, quite a bit of a broken jar.

"Because this king is optimistic about you. The white wolf spoke faintly.

Xiao Bai's heart sank and asked, "What are you optimistic about me?"

"I'm optimistic that you will open the Ancient Relic Mansion and fulfill a long-cherished wish of this king!"

The white wolf put away his lazy appearance and stood up from the rocks, his snow-white and flawless body majestic in the light of the night stars.

"It's almost time, it's time to hit the road. ”

Xiao Bai's heart tightened, and he couldn't help asking, "What are you going to take me for?"

The white wolf's majestic voice came, and it was clearly audible.

"Your personality is very peculiar. Fortune is monstrous, every evil turns into good fortune, and calamity incarnates, and the sky is a lonely star. These two extremes can really coexist in a person's body! This king has lived for so long, what rare life and death have not been seen? One life and one death, the impermanence of life and death, the impermanence of life and death, one yin and one yang, the yin and yang two ritual life grids that are feared by ghosts and gods, the absolute spirit life of absolute immortals, the absolute spirit of cutting off the Great Dao, the immortal life grid that leads to heaven and earth, the general trend is in my immortal life grid, and the three thousand forbidden life grids of the supernatural power taboo, and the rebellion against the true immortals. It's just your weird personality, this king once thought it was just a trick of the predecessors to play the descendants of the future, but he didn't want it to really exist!"

The white wolf's voice rumbled like thunder, and it was heard far away in the night sky.

"Now this king wants to give you a creation, give you the opportunity to reshape the immortal root and condense the qi and cultivate the immortal, do you want it, or not!"

Xiao Bai looked up at the white wolf standing in the air, struggling.

"This king also wants to send you the Great Dao Lotus Seed, the lotus blooms twelve products, the Lingtai can be expected, the fairy fate can be expected, you want it, or not!"

Xiao Bai trembled, on the one hand, he dreamed of the avenue of cultivating immortals at his fingertips, as long as he abandoned the white wolf and killed the fat man, their hatred, on the other hand, he insisted on his heart, sank into despair, and ignored everyone, and from then on lived a life in the mortal world, surviving in this cruel world of cultivating immortals.

"This king also has the cultivation method of the nine taboo supernatural powers of the human race, after cultivation, you can pick the stars and take the moon, enter and exit the green underworld, fight and kill the divine beasts, and compete with Tianjiao, do you want it, or not!"

The delicate-looking young man gritted his teeth and sweated like rain.

"What are you hesitating about? Without this king, you are destined to be unable to condense your qi and set foot in the fairy road, and the so-called hatred is nothing more than rootless duckweed, which is ridiculous and lamentable!"

The white wolf looked down at Xiao Bai with a deep gaze.

"Without power, your hatred is nothing but a joke!"

Xiao Bai trembled violently, suddenly raised his head, and hissed, "Where is the Ancient Relic Mansion?"

At night, the young man's face was grim and his gaze was firm.