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Chapter 101

"When your ancestor chose you to inherit his mantle, he hoped to suppress your bloodline with a murderous heart, so that no one would see through your origin."

"Unexpectedly, you still awakened the demon bones, and even awakened the killing obstacle under the abyss of the demon domain."

This sentence is like a thunderclap in everyone's ears-

The head of the Xuanmen in the Northern Realm, the Kunlun Sword Venerable Beitang is actually born with demon bones on a cold night?!

For a while, their eyes changed when they looked at the cold night in Beitang.

Although the relationship between Xuanmen and the Demon Domain is no longer as tense as before, and you will have to fight to the death as soon as you meet, but this is only a relaxation under the premise that the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Demon cultivators all have a strong desire for destruction, and they are brutal and lack restraint by nature.

Whenever they crossed the border, they burned, killed, looted, and wantonly invaded the human realm.

Every demon cultivator has blood on their hands, and every sect has new and old hatreds with them.

If a disciple in the sect is insulted by a demon cultivator, he will often choose to cut himself off, and will never give birth to a child with the blood of a □□.

Beitang looked at him coldly, and there was a dead silence in his dark eyes: "What did you say?" ”

The voices around him instantly fell silent, and everyone saw that the black and red mist behind him opened up angrily, and suddenly seemed to be frozen by some force, slowly changing.

Chu Yiyang heard the tightness in his voice, and his heart was silent.

For others, the cultivation has reached this point, and the bloodline may not be pure or not, but for Beitang Hanye, this is an answer he has been pursuing.

He never knew why his biological mother treated him like that.

But everything seems to have an answer today.

In his heart, Chu Yiyang's hand was still on it, and as long as the puppet silk on his fingertips was gently retracted, the cold night of Beitang, who was defenseless against him, would be manipulated by him, and he would not hear this kind of thing that broke his heart.

But when he saw Beitang's eyes on a cold night, Chu Yiyang knew that he couldn't.

It's a problem he's been trapped for the rest of his life, like the stick that ties the baby elephant, even if he's so strong now, if he doesn't pull it out, he'll be trapped here forever.

Standing behind the Lord of Penglai Island, seeing that Beitang was still awake at the moment in the cold night, Xuanyuan Reignited hope in his heart.

He took a step forward and wanted the owner of Penglai Island not to say more here: "Island master-" No matter what you want to say, wait until you take Beitang back to Aoba Mountain Castle, and then think about it in the long run after meeting Su Jianzun.

However, Beitang held the Qiankun Sword in his hand in the cold night, and his chest was separated from Chu Yiyang's hand.

Black demonic energy surged on the hem of the stacked robes, and all the way up, the purple robes were soaked in a near-black color.

Chu Yiyang supported himself to sit up from the ground, and his gaze fell on it uncontrollably.

On the edge of the abyss, the wind gradually rose, and Beitang stood up straight in the cold night, staring at the owner of Penglai Island with his eyes: "What does the island owner mean by what he just said...... Answer me. ”

The Lord of Penglai Island met his gaze and sighed softly: "The Demon Bone Immortal Body is already deeply murderous, and if you practice the killing path, you will naturally enter the realm faster than others." Your father is a demon cultivator, in terms of strength, I am afraid that no one in the entire demon domain can match it, if it weren't for his affection for your mother, it would be impossible for your master to keep you. ”

Hearing the life experience of the Venerable of the First Realm, he tasted an extremely secret secret from it, and guessed who his demon bone inherited, and the monks present, including the Grand Priest Xuanyuan, all changed color slightly.

Looking at Yan Xun, who had already recovered the seriously injured companion demon python and got up shakingly, everyone understood why he had tried his best to keep them out.

First he was manipulated to come here, killed the demon cultivators in the station, and activated the black and red mist under the abyss of the demon domain with his heart, and then heard the mystery of his life experience from the mouth of the master of Penglai Island, and all kinds of emotions collided together, making the sword heart that had been broken once in the cold night of Beitang cracked more and more.

He heard the boundless slaughter that filled his ears multiply in that instant.

And among them, a piece of fiery red at the corner of his clothes caught in his eyes.

He stood in place and looked down at Chu Yiyang.

I saw that the blood and tears on the left side of the face of the person who had awakened him from the trapped dream for him had not dried up, and the face was pale and pale with blood stains and red clothes.

But those lighter eyes looked at him more intently than ever before.

There was no disgust and fear from those on the other side who knew about his background, only the exhaustion of being powerless.

The voice of the owner of Penglai Island was still echoing in his ears unhurriedly: "The word love, even the most powerful demon cultivator is difficult to understand, but unfortunately, everything is a tragedy caused by Yan Poison." Over the years, the Demon Domain has banned all people and things related to the Hehuan Sect—"

Yan Xun's voice sounded, and there seemed to be blood foaming in it: "Are you talking too much?" What does the matter of our Demon Domain have to do with your Penglai Island? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed uncontrollably.

And the cold night of Beitang has been touched by the two words in the main words of Penglai Island.

Poisonous.

It's poisonous again.

Tying two people together who weren't supposed to be together, his mother gave birth to him, the unexpected, painful product of her life.

He looked at Chu Yiyang, who had not yet gathered the strength to get up because of his injury.

Even the two of them.

In his chest, the joy of finding him was extinguished like a flame.

The beginning between them is also because of the poison.

There shouldn't be a connection in the first place, that's why the person in front of him will keep avoiding, using so many lies to avoid his attention.

While the two were silently looking at each other, among the monks standing behind the Lord of the Seven Emotions Valley, a voice suddenly broke the silence: "We don't need a mongrel to be the head of our Northern Realm Xuanmen!" ”

This sound is like a pebble thrown into the lake, and a stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Suddenly, it seemed that everyone had found the courage to protest against this Kunlun Sword Sect, which had always been high-pressure and strong, covering the sky with one hand.

"That's right! We don't need a demon cultivator to be a Sword Venerable! ”

"Demon cultivators are all the way, and they will only kill brutally! He is a demon cultivator, he has demon bones on his body, and it makes no difference whether he goes crazy or not! ”

"Has he killed fewer people over the years? Even the other sword candidates in your Kunlun were also killed by him, right? ”

"Murderer! Go back to your realm! We don't need you in the North! ”

Grand Priest Xuanyuan was furious, turned around and shouted, "Shut up! ”

However, it didn't work.

These people seemed to have found a gap, like flies smelling blood, and vented their pressure and dissatisfaction under the strong rule of the Kunlun Sword Sect over the years.

The hideous expressions on their faces became more and more obvious, and their voices became louder and louder.

Because he knew that the Kunlun Sword Sect was wrong this time, and no matter how they scolded them now, Kunlun couldn't do anything to them.

The killing god on the opposite side is even less fearful, with the owner of Penglai Island here, even if he wants to kill him violently, he will have to pass the level of the Lord of Penglai Island.

The crazy neighing echoing in Beitang's ears on a cold night became louder.

He clenched the Qiankun Sword in his hand and covered his ear with his other hand, the change in expression on his face switching between madness and sobriety.

These words, which should not have any offensive power to him in the past, are like a rain of swords and swords at this moment.

A sentence fell on him, almost making him unsteady on his feet.

No matter how many things he had done for the North, no matter how many times he had guarded them, he had now been completely overthrown.

On the contrary, those who were killed by him now seem to have become ghosts who died in vain under his sword, and the living people in front of him will denounce them.

"Beitang!"

Someone had seized him, and a voice quite different from the chaotic killing madness, the vicious curses, passed through his chaotic mind and landed in his ears.

"Don't listen! Don't listen! ”

Chu Yiyang stood up and grabbed Beitang's arm in the cold night, he looked at the person in front of him and raised his head, those originally dark eyes were now full of madness, and one of them had turned into a blood-red color.

He was breathless and was caught by Beitang's backhand in the cold night.

Those who were shouting and scolding couldn't help but take a step back when they saw this scene.

If he seemed awake on a cold night before, now he is sliding into madness.

There was a last lucidity in his black eye, looking at the person in front of him, but what came to mind was more of a marquee-like picture.

The wind and snow in Kunlun, the rainy night in the secret realm.

He killed, he guarded.

The stone door that never opened, and the people in front of him repeatedly refused.

He grabbed Chu Yiyang's arm tightly, as if grasping his last driftwood in this world, but he struggled not to know whether to pull him into himself or push him away.

Xu Yu had already come to Yan Xun's side, looking anxiously at Chu Yiyang with him, and the cold night of Beitang on the verge of collapse.

No one in this world can come back to their senses again after falling into the madness of killing.

"Young Master—calm down!" In the midst of the raging wind, Yan Xun shouted to Beitang Hanye, whose expression was tugging back and forth between madness and sobriety, "Let's go back to the Demon Realm to see the Lord!" There's always a way! ”

His voice completely confirmed the identity of Beitang Cold Night, thinking of the horror of the Demon Emperor Prison Shura, and then thinking of their scolding of Beitang Cold Night just now, some people have already begun to regret it.

"So it's him ......"

Chu Yiyang heard the person in front of him almost force these four words out from between his teeth, "Tie you to me in the secret realm...... It's him. ”

"I'm not going to see him...... I'm never going to see him in my life! ”

Between madness and sobriety, Beitang heard the crazy laughter ringing in his ears on a cold night.

He thought it was an auditory hallucination from the battlefield of killing, but after a moment he realized that the sound was coming from his own throat.

The black and red blood mist on the edge of the abyss condensed and spread on the edge of the runaway.