In the dim clouds, the green-shirted scribe transformed by the snake demon had a strange face, and he held his hands behind him, quietly looking at the crescent moon.

A trace of the essence of the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon turned into a faint silk thread, which blended into his body, making him extremely happy.

I can't remember how many years.

A hint of confusion appeared in the eyes of the green-shirted scribe.

He's a demon.

But where was he born? Where are the tribes? When did you come to the Terrans?

I can't remember everything.

He only remembered that when he opened his eyes, he saw an old man with gray hair but sharp eyes.

The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and his demon body trembled uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to resist at all.

He remembered that the old man had put him into the body of a Terran woman who had lost her life.

The old man had only said one word to it, and his words were extremely plain and concise.

"Cultivate, and then live."

Until now.

He has already become a Jindan demon, even if he is in the demon clan, he can be called a strong man, and he can lead thousands of races.

The snake demon's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of heroism, he looked at the sky, laughing, as if he could go anywhere in the future.

The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, clear as water.

Like that sword light.

A glimmer of light appeared in the dim clouds of the sky, falling on the eyes of the green-shirted scribe, refracting a little brilliance.

The sword qi thundered.

The eyes of the green-shirted scribe seemed to have the same smile as before, and before he could react, he had already been slashed down by a sword.

Following the sword light, Ye Wuwu's figure swept out of the clouds, and there were no waves in his expression, but the movements in his hands did not stop.

Another sword.

Slashed straight at the green-shirted scribe who was falling rapidly.

The green-shirted scribe was fierce at the moment, and there was a hint of a scribe between his eyes, which was full of cruelty.

A huge demonic fire suddenly condensed in mid-air, but it enveloped the sword light in it.

The sword qi is invisible, but it is slowly melting at this moment.

The green-shirted scribe was fluttering with his big sleeves at the moment, and his body froze in the air for a moment, and then he let out a roar that was completely different from that of humans, and the demonic aura around him was monstrous.

The turquoise demon flames appeared one after another around them, and then devoured towards Ye Wuwu.

Every demon flame is transformed by the power of the demon pill, and the qi refining cultivator will die if he touches it, and the foundation building monk will inevitably be seriously injured under this demon flame.

The fire is raging, and it seems to engulf everything.

The green-shirted scribe smirked, his words full of contempt.

"Very good, this demon has not seen many Terran monks, but none of them are as bold as you."

"You are the first Terran monk I have seen since this demonization, and the most special foundation building monk I have ever seen in my life, human, you are qualified to tell me your name."

Facing the words of the green-shirted scribe, Ye Wuwu just spoke with a calm expression, and his tone was awe-inspiring.

"I'm your father."

But he said something completely out of context.

The demon flame that was originally going to burn and devour it was now dissipated under a burst of sword light.

Wind and thunder in the palm of your hand.

The face of the green-shirted scribe transformed by the snake demon suddenly flashed with anger.

He easily dodged the palm thunder, but then his face was gloomy and he couldn't stop sneering.

"This demon wants to see how much spiritual power you still have, how many palm thunders can you use to build a foundation, and how many more swords can you wield?"

The words of the snake demon came, and Ye Wuwu listened silently, and there was no look in his eyes.

But he clearly knew in his heart that he had little spiritual power left as the other party said.

Lei Fa is indeed a good thing, even if he builds the palm thunder in the middle of the foundation, he has an obvious sense of restraint for that snake demon.

It's just a pity that I didn't practice a few more thunder methods, but I just learned this palm thunder.

If his thunder method can be as good as swordsmanship, Ye Wuwu even feels that even if he is in the middle stage of foundation building, he can defeat this snake demon with his thunder method.

It's a pity that most things in the world have no ifs.

The green-shirted scribe was smirking.

He seemed to have already seen Ye Wuwu's condition, and also understood that this Terran monk, no matter how strong he was, his spiritual power was exhausted little by little.

Monks who don't use spiritual power are not much stronger than mortals.

After all, they don't have the same strong body as the demon clan.

The demonic aura is pervasive, and the demonic fire is bursting.

It's just that this time it's not the demon flame that emerges.

If you look closely, you will find that those green rays are actually bursts of green mist.

It's just too rich, and at this moment it glows in the moonlight.

Ye Wuwu looked at it, and there was obvious surprise in his eyes.

The green-shirted scribe sneered and said with a chill.

"This poisonous array was secretly laid down by this demon long before you came, just waiting for you to come."

"What about the woman? At this moment, she should have died under the snake venom of this demon, presumably the picture in her mind is not very beautiful, it is really miserable. ”

The green-shirted scribe said, his smile growing wilder.

As a snake demon, its most powerful thing is not a spell, not a demon body, not anything else.

It's poison.

The blue-green mist approached Ye Wuwu's body almost in the blink of an eye, leaving only a small vacancy.

But it was Ye Wuwu's body that was flooded with some spiritual power, isolating a small side of the world.

"The mantis arm blocks the car, this demon wants to see how long you can last?"

The green-shirted scribe held out a finger and lightly dotted around the sky.

The green glow is more dazzling, but it also means that the poisonous fog is thicker.

The spiritual power intersected with the mist, and it actually made a sizzling sound.

It's as if the ice and snow are melting rapidly when they meet a red-hot soldering iron.

Ye Wuwu's gaze moved away from the mist around him at this moment, and looked at the green-shirted scribe not far away.

At this moment, the snake demon looks extremely comfortable, as if watching a good show.

Ye Wuwu stared at the snake demon for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"How to crack this snake venom?"

Hearing this, the green-shirted scribe was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"There is no solution to this poison."

Ye Wuwu hesitated and continued to ask.

"Is that true?"

The green-shirted scribe looked a little strange, but he still replied with a sneer.

"Nonsense, it's naturally true, the snake venom of this demon can't even be broken by this demon, boy, you just wait for death."

Ye Wuwu thought for a while, and then said the last question.

"Then if you are skinned and cramped, and the snake gall bladder is taken out, can you crack it? Or take out the demon pill? ”

The voice of the words was unusually calm, as if it were just saying a trivial thing that did not matter.

To put it mildly, it's like saying that it's not killing demons, but killing chickens.

The look on the green-shirted scribe's face instantly turned to rage.

The green tendons burst out on his face, and layers of demon patterns appeared on his body and even on his face, but with a wave of his big sleeves, the green poisonous mist swept Ye Wuwu into it like a storm.

"Bastard boy, keep your mouth clean in the next life, don't meet this demon again."

"No, this demon wants to scatter your soul alive, so that you will never be able to enter reincarnation!"

The green-shirted scribe said angrily, seeing that Ye Wuwu's figure disappeared in the poisonous mist, he slowly reined in a somewhat vicious expression.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of the green-shirted scribe's mouth.

But suddenly, a voice sounded in his ears.

That's laughter.

Familiar laughter.

The smile was full of sarcasm.