"In the face of the rolling black fog and the red moon hanging high in the sky, the Beast Sect Master tried his best to resist the attacking enemy. Illuminated by a blood-red glow. Even if there was a large array to block them, the disciples all grew old and died one by one. ”

"In the end, the enemy hidden in the dark night unleashed a big palm that covered the sky and the sun, and directly smashed the Imperial Beast Gate, which was valued by the sect master, into the ground with a large array."

When Su Yan came to the Yunwu Tea House, he saw Daohua Zhenjun sitting on the square table on the central steps of the tea house, a cup of tea wafting out of the mist, and the scene of the destruction of the Royal Beast Gate was constructed in the middle of the tea house.

Daohua Zhenjun held a fan in his hand, gently fiddling with it, and the image outlined by the soaring mist as if it came to life:

"Seeing that the general trend was gone, and he also knew that the enemy's hatred for the sect could not be erased, he turned around and personally slaughtered the high-level members of the sect, and hid the spirit beasts they bred so that they could carry the sect's Taoism and endless wealth, and they were hidden in the white tower and were not allowed to come out."

"And the Sect Master of the Imperial Beast Gate. I want to know how to wait for the next breakdown. ”

Daohua Zhenjun held the folding fan, slapped it on the table with a smile and made a startling sound, shaking away the clouds and mist in the air, drank all the tea in the bowl in one gulp, got up from his seat and walked to the front of the door to look at Su Yan, who had been looking at him.

"Is Young Master Su here to listen to the story?" Daohua Zhenjun ignored the disjointed discussion behind him, looked at Su Yan with a little ridicule and said.

"Why did you come here to tell the story?" Su Yan didn't answer Daohua Zhenjun's question, and said with a strange look on his face: "The great power of the catastrophe period is so powerful that he actually went to the market and started telling stories, no matter how you look at it, it's not normal. ”

"What if it weren't?"

Daohua Zhenjun followed Su Yan out of the door, and said with a smile: "I have no door and no faction, and my cultivation is stuck on the bottleneck because of the exercises, so I can't go any further, so I naturally return to my old hobby to kill time."

"And I'm not a storyteller, I'm just telling what I've heard and seen before, and looking at the audience's eyes with amazement, regret, and envy, I also feel a sense of satisfaction and pride."

"Compared to the ordinary life of ordinary people who can tell the story of a few strokes in their lives, I am very satisfied that I can not repeat my experience for several months."

Daohua Zhenjun's words and words reveal his superiority from above and looking down on mortal dust.

The meaning of cultivation varies, and the reason why Daohua Zhenjun, who was born in poverty, embarked on the journey of cultivation is that he wants to become a human immortal and show his superiority in front of the weak.

If you can't show off your superiority and enjoy the worship and envy of the weak, then cultivation is a meaningless thing for the Daohua True Monarch.

Of course, because he had experienced the beating of the fox grandmother and knew that Su Yan's father was vicious, Daohua Zhenjun still had the cultivation of a cultivator in front of Su Yan, and did not say that he was a fool and looked at Su Yan with crooked eyes.

Su Yan led Daohua Zhenjun, entered the Imperial City van and took him to the Taishi Mansion, and asked by the way: "What happened to the story of the Imperial Beast Gate?" ”

"The Royal Beast Gate is basically wiped out, and all the direct bloodlines of the sect master died on the spot, and the bloodlines of the side branches were cursed by the Lord of the Night, before she is born again, the talent and physiognomy of the Huang family will be turned into nourishment, and the Lord of the Night will be blessed with unparalleled talent."

Daohua Zhenjun chuckled, "It's the method of sacrifice." ”

The Lord of the Night's hatred for the Imperial Beast Sect was not limited to the high-level leaders of the Imperial Beast Sect who gave advice, after all the masterminds were completely dissolved in the Blood Moon, all the nine clans related to the mastermind were cursed by the Lord of the Night.

Before the Lord of the Night was born, the cursed people were unable to cultivate, and all their talents and physiognomy were turned into sacrificial nourishment, which was used to bless and bless the newborn fortune that could only be seen in the future.

Thousands of years, dozens of generations of sacrifices, and thousands of years of sacrifices to forgive the Lord of the Night, giving birth to a newborn would be a veritable monster.

Before it was conceived, it had already sucked hundreds of thousands of people with innate phases and fortunes. When it grows and absorbs all the nutrients stored in its mother's womb, the demon clans of the Xiuzhen Realm should usher in a true king who reigns over the world.

The Night Lord's belly is a real treasure, if you can steal some of the nutrients inside.

"Forget it. The matter of the Royal Beast Gate is over, and now it's just a story." Daohua Zhenjun shook his head and threw out all the terrifying thoughts of self-defeating death, and said, "If you don't guess wrong, what should Master Sumire command?" Tell me about it! ”

What is the difference between stealing an item from one of the Overlords of the Five Continents and Seas and killing oneself?

The idea of stealing only existed for a second, and it was thrown directly from the mind of Daohua Zhenjun to the clouds.

"The law of sacrifice?"

Su Yan ignored the Daohua True Monarch's inquiry, and thought about it with a deep groan.

It turned out that my aunt's friend Mosquito Dao family, the Huang family's ancestor had such a tortuous and bizarre experience, and it is no wonder that the head of the Huang family smashed all his cultivation resources on the mosquito Dao person and raised her as a big demon, without leaving anything for the Huang family, and did not pass on any of the techniques of the Royal Beast Gate to the clansmen.

Instead, let the mosquito people take care of the Huang clan.

Thinking of this, Su Yan sighed softly, not knowing how to evaluate this matter.

Today's fruits, the causes of the past, the ambition of the Royal Beast Gate provoked the disaster of annihilation, and it also affected future generations.

It can only be said that I hope that the Lord of the Night can give birth to a new life as soon as possible, end this enmity, and let Huang Yin and those who are struggling to find a way to cultivate be freed.

No one can interfere in this matter, and no one can persuade the Lord of the Night to be kind, although what has happened to the descendants of the Royal Beast Gate is worthy of pity. But in this case, the Lord of the Night is the real victim.

She didn't do anything, but she was stabbed in the back by the former Taoist friend Yubeast Gate and killed her husband and children.

Persuading the victim to be generous is an act of being struck by lightning in Su Yan's concept.

………………

"You're a little later than I expected."

Standing in the courtyard, Master Sumire, who was supervising the top students' cultivation of the method of body refining, turned around, looked at Su Yan and Daohua Zhenjun, who had just entered the door, and said:

"How, did the little fox tell you something?"

"We talked a little on the way here, but those things shouldn't be something I can change, right?" Daohua Zhenjun looked at Master Jin Taishi and said, "I don't want to have a bigger problem after the modification, causing the anger of the Wusheng Emperor to chop me off with a single sword." ”

"It's just a few mortals who died, it's better to wait until His Majesty comes back and then think about it in the long run!"

Daohua Zhenjun's face was full of resistance, and he didn't want to get involved in the leyline incident at all.

If the matter of changing the leyline formation is good, it will not be praised and worshipped, once it is not changed well, Master Jin can completely push the responsibility on himself, and directly take it out of the whole thing, leaving himself alone to face the anger of the Immortal Emperor in the Hall of Ten Thousand Generations.

Such a stupid thing, Daohua Zhenjun can't do it, just kill some ordinary people, it's completely harmless, and you can save Xia Yu some food!

"That's good, but I refuse."

Master Jin looked at Daohua Zhenjun and said, "I'm not asking for your opinion now, I'm informing you that you need to accompany me to the Demon Suppression Division now." Do you think there's anything wrong with it? ”

Daohua Zhenjun laughed and said:

"It's all here, what can I say? Master Xia Yu is wise and wise, for the country and the people! ”

At present, the strength is stronger than people, and when he saw the faint anger on the cheeks of Master Sumire, Daohua Zhenjun directly admitted it.

The Lifeless Emperor is terrifying, but the old dragon in front of him is not a simple character, and he is now standing on other people's turf. Whatever you say is what you say!

I woke up from a nap and got up violently, my head was dizzy, and I clamped my left hand when I closed the door to the toilet.

Unlucky now one finger Zen typing.

(End of chapter)