The wind is blowing.

Ye Wuwu opened his eyes suddenly, and two sharp edges appeared in his eyes.

The demonic power flowed through the whole body in an instant, but it was already fully prepared.

In Ye Wuwu's senses, it was only a moment, and the two divine senses that originally shrouded the Peach Blossom Source were only one at this moment.

The one that belonged to the tiger demon was gone.

He pushed the door open.

What I saw was a sense of tranquility.

The red blood stains that had been sprinkled on the road were now gone.

It was dark in the house, but the sound of steady breathing was clearly reflected in Ye Wuwu's ears.

Everything is back to normal.

No one died.

The demonic power belonging to the tiger demon has disappeared at this moment, and through his divine sense, Ye Wuwu can clearly see that the tiger demon is sleeping soundly on the bed at the moment, snoring like thunder.

Ye Wuwu knew that the tiger demon at this moment had become a villager here, just like the rat demon of yesterday.

Is this a spell?

What kind of spell can have such an effect?

A flash of flame flashed in his purple eyes, and then a raging fire ignited in the entire Peach Blossom Garden.

Shouting, crying, all of this is not important in Ye Wuwu's ears.

His divine consciousness shrouded every corner of the Peach Blossom Spring, and his eyes were clear.

Ye Wuwu wanted to take a look and see how this happened.

For some reason, a thin needle condensed by spiritual power quietly appeared behind Ye Wuwu's head, hidden in the ends of his hair.

This is the last resort.

"This blessed land has some meaning."

Ye Wuwu groaned softly to himself, and then his eyes trembled, and the whole person's figure suddenly froze.

He could feel that there was a huge force pouring into his sea of consciousness.

The monks have knowledge of the sea, and so do the demons.

In the sea of consciousness is the habitat of divine consciousness.

On that day, the witch Xia Anmeng, although she failed, her move to build a foundation and cultivate to forcibly wipe out the consciousness of the Jindan Snake Demon relied on that huge divine sense.

And at this moment, the idea that poured into Ye Wuwu's mind was even more powerful.

Silently, Ye Wuwu didn't know when this idea appeared.

"You're too much to do."

A hoarse word came, and then, in just a moment, Ye Wuwu felt that his demonic power was passing rapidly.

When the demonic power is lost and the divine sense is covered, Ye Wuwu knows that he will also become like the rat demon and the tiger demon.

The divine consciousness that poured into his mind, Ye Wuwu could have supported it for a few points, but with the passage of demonic power, even the divine consciousness withered and was wiped out little by little.

A huge pain came from the sea of consciousness in an instant, wandering all over the body.

The bewitching face was full of pain and madness at the moment.

As soon as Ye Wuwu's mind moved, the thin needles that were originally hidden under the tips of his hair were about to be pierced.

This was the last spiritual power he could muster.

He wanted to die to escape this "death." ”

If you are wiped out of your divine consciousness and lost in this peach blossom spring, even if it is a death regression, you will not be able to use it.

There was a soft voice, and I was very surprised.

Or rather, not a bang.

The two whispers showed a bit of surprise.

The spirit needle condensed with spiritual power dissipated without a trace in an instant.

"There are quite a few tricks."

The hoarse words followed, as if with a touch of contempt.

But immediately, another word echoed in Ye Wuwu's mind, and the words were full of sarcasm.

It was a nice woman's voice.

But it's a little thin.

"A little demon dares to be presumptuous in front of me."

Boom......

There was a loud noise in Ye Wuwu's mind, and then his body shook, but the look in his eyes was indeed a lot clearer.

His gaze looked ahead.

There was no longer nothing in front of them, but a diminutive figure appeared.

It was a monster, a monster that could only step into the realm of Jindan by looking at its cultivation.

Maybe there is some kind of flaw, so that the transformation of the monster looks extremely ugly.

At this moment, the little monster's expression was extremely painful and panicked, but he was firmly grasping a gourd-like magic weapon in his hand.

This is nothing, what really makes Ye Wuwu look sideways is the small bronze mirror hanging on the chest of this monster.

Although the size and shape have shrunk a lot, Ye Wuwu recognized it at a glance, this bronze mirror is the same as the bronze mirror seen at the cliff of the sky before.

It's just smaller.

Ye Wuwu's face was slightly stunned, in his mind, Fang Cai's hoarse voice was the ghost of the monster in front of him?

But if that hoarse voice is the monster in front of him, who will the woman's voice be?

Now is not the time to think about it.

Seeing that the demon in front of him seemed to be in pain, Ye Wuwu stepped forward a few steps, turned his fingers into a sword, and waved towards the void in front of him.

There was not the slightest sword air flowing out.

The little monster who still looked painful showed a bit of mockery in his eyes, and he spoke again, but his voice became sharp.

As if this sharp voice was his original voice, the hoarse voice was only disguised.

"I've sucked all your demonic power, what can you do now?"

Hearing the monster's words, Ye Wuwu nodded slightly, his eyes lowered, and he looked at his hands, with a little clarity in his expression.

The demonization of oneself has dissipated imperceptibly with the passage of demonic power.

A monster without demonic power is a fierce beast, and a monk without spiritual power is a mortal.

Ye Wuwu had a smile on his face, and now he seemed to have finally returned to his original self.

The expression is no longer demonic, Ye Wuwu at this moment, there is only calm left in the depths of his eyes.

This is who he is.

Although the "demonized" Ye Wuwu is also himself, he can clearly recognize everything he does, but there are some subtle differences in the mentality of the two.

For example, two different personalities.

He waved his hand slightly, and the void slashed, as if swinging a sword.

The ugly monster's eyes showed a hint of mockery that was the same as before.

He is very confident, and the other party no longer has a trace of demonic power.

What's the use of letting the other party struggle a few times.

But randomly, the monster's face showed a little disbelief, and then the line of sight in his eyes changed.

His gaze suddenly flipped to the night sky, to his own body.

The monster's head fell heavily on the ground, rolled a few times, and came to Ye Wuwu's feet, where he stepped on it.

The monster's eyes were full of puzzlement, he looked at Ye Wuwu, half loud, and then said in a difficult tone.

"You're human?"

Ye Wuwu chuckled, did not answer, and did not deny it.

The spiritual power flowed around him, but the momentum was not as surging as the original demonic power.

Now he is only in the middle of building the foundation.

But when this Jindan monster didn't take precautions, Ye Wuwu cut off his head with a sword.

There is a trace of spiritual power like a needle, condensing in front of the monster's eyes.

Ye Wuwu's words came, and in the ears of the demon, it was like the voice of a dream demon.

"Okay, now you can tell me what the hell is this place, right?"