Unknowingly, Ming Shifeng was led to a dilapidated temple.

And the dark shadow disappeared after entering the temple.

In the corner of the tattered temple wall, a mess of vines that looked like ghosts crawling over the wall bloomed, growing to the eaves and blooming black flowers.

Looking at the half-dropped plaque, it looks like a haunted house.

Ming Shifeng pushed open the dilapidated door, and the wind whistled through the hall, and Ming Shifeng couldn't help but shudder.

He took out a fire fold and lit a lamp, and the fire fold instantly burst into a cluster of flames and lit up the temple.

A voice came from the darkness, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity: "Ming Shifeng, we finally met." ”

Ming Shifeng moved the fire fold to the source of the sound, and suddenly saw a man in a ghost-patterned ink-white robe sitting on the desk with a golden knife, his slender fingers casually fiddling with a short knife.

"Tsk, that's right, the spiritual cultivation is above my expectations, and the Carefree Sect has taught you a lot over the years."

The man's voice was clear, his voice was calm, and there was a hint of arrogance and disrespect in his tone.

Ming Shifeng had a faint bad premonition in his heart, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Who are you?" ”

The man put away his short knife and jumped off the desk, his ink robe flying.

He came to Ming Shifeng, his eyes overflowing with a smile: "By the way, I should introduce myself." I'm Lin Shangchen, the head of the demon clan, you may not have heard of it, oh, of course you haven't heard of it. ”

Lin Shangchen crossed his hands in front of his chest, and he slowly walked around Ming Shifeng and spoke eloquently.

"More than ten years ago, Yue Wudao scattered the soul of our clan master and imprisoned him under the Demon Suppression Tower. But he forgot that there were still many demon cultivators alive in the Demon Sect. The demonic energy in your body is what I injected into you. ”

Ming Shifeng's eyes widened when he landed, and he stared at Lin Shangchen with angry eyes: "You! ”

Ming Shifeng hated the demonic qi on his body to the bone marrow, if it weren't for this demonic qi, he would not have been bullied by his brothers since he was a child.

I won't always be looked down upon by those uncles who cultivate immortals!

A hint of murderous intent rose faintly from his body.

There were also countless powerful ghosts lurking in the darkness, they were disturbed by Ming Shifeng's killing intent, and they were about to move.

Lin Shangchen suddenly laughed and patted Ming Shifeng on the shoulder: "You and I are born from the same root, so why do we have to kill each other?" ”

Ming Shifeng gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You are a demon." ”

Lin Shangchen was stunned, and couldn't help laughing again: "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be raised so innocently by Yue Wudao, do you really identify with your identity?" Do you really think you're an immortal cultivator? ”

If so, why do your fellow disciples always make fun of you and bully you? Do you think that Yue Wudao knew that you had demonic qi on your body and brought you back to the Loose Sect, really wanted to save you and clean up the demonic qi on your body? ”

Ming Shifeng was stunned, isn't that so?

Lin Shangchen saw the confusion on his face, and couldn't help but smile: "Why don't you want to think about it, such a trace of demonic energy, if you want to clear it, you can already clear it, why wait until today?" He just wants to use you, and one day in the future, if the Demon Suppression Tower is lost, you can become a sacrifice of the Demon Immortal Clan. ”

Ming Shifeng was shocked in his heart, Lin Shangchen meant that if the Demon Suppression Tower was lost, could he become a tool to blackmail the demon clan?

Ming Shifeng's face was as pale as snow, and he said coldly: "Impossible." ”

Lin Shangchen gently stroked a strand of Ming Shifeng's hair hanging on his sideburns: "Silly boy, haven't you figured it out yet?" Only the demons are your home. ”