Looking at the sensible appearance of the old white ape, he nodded with satisfaction.

Under the control of the demonic energy, the skin paper slowly rose into the air and landed in front of it.

It's not text, it's a simple composition.

The demon's body, as well as several places were circled.

Looking at this scene thoughtfully, he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a long time, he nodded lightly: "This thing is no longer of much use to this king." ”

"But your intentions, this king sees in his eyes."

"Let's go down."

The old white ape bowed down again: "Thank you, Lord Mountain." ”

After speaking, the old white ape knelt down and left as usual, until there was no longer a figure in sight, then he stood up respectfully, bowed deeply in the direction of the dragon, and turned to leave.

It's not a matter of etiquette anymore...

When the old white ape is gone.

He took out the hide again, and his expression was not as indifferent as before, but became excited.

"Level 9..."

"Demon God is hopeful!"

"The demon god is hopeful!"

He kept talking to himself on the top of the mountain, and from time to time he let out two laughs.

"I still need to experiment first, Terran, Terran..."

As if thinking of something, he slowly turned around and looked in the direction of the mountain behind.

If memory serves, there are still two Terrans imprisoned there.

You can use them to test the authenticity of this exercise first.

If it's true, you can go to the Thousand Miles Demon Plains in person.

And it's different from the sneaky waste of the dragon python, even if it is unscrupulously absorbing the blood of the human race, what about it?

The human race still dares to go out of the customs and fail to fight with it Eagle Stream Mountain?

For a while, Fei even fantasized about becoming a demon god, ranking in the heavenly dome stream, and leading the clan to dominate the demon domain.

Perhaps for these self-proclaimed schemers, the only thing that can impress them is to go to the next level.

It's like a poison that makes them obsessed with it, and they get caught up in it, and they go completely crazy.

Even the sanity that is maintained on a daily basis will gradually decline under the erosion of this desire.

The old white ape walked in the demon domain, and there were no waves in the ancient well.

Even when he returned to the Demon Plain, he didn't meet Ji Hong, but just returned to his residence, and once again he was furious, and he jumped like thunder, and the demon beasts of the Thousand Miles Demon Plains were known to all the demons, and they sneered at them.

A guy who has just entered the seventh-level demon king, if he wasn't lucky enough to hug his thighs, how could he have his current status?

As for why the demon beasts of the Thousand Miles Demon Plains look down on it...

Mainly because, anyone who can afford it...

All dead...

……

Sky Dome Stream.

Recently, the atmosphere of the Sky Dome Stream has been a little weird.

For some reason, the Twelve Protoss haven't made much movement recently.

Even the other tribes within the vassal forces of the Heavenly Dome Stream, the high-level has not appeared for a long time.

Only the juniors in those tribes are still active.

But this situation is particularly abnormal.

After all, the Twelve Divine Clans often fight for the control of the Demon Domain, and now they are on the verge of the change, and the Demon God of the Black Jiao Clan is dead, logically speaking, it is the most chaotic time, this kind of apparent calm is very depressing, and there is a feeling that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

It was also at this time...

Tianqiong Stream, Qingqiu Mountain.

A snow-white fox with eight tails was standing gracefully on the top of the mountain, his eyes clear and full of wisdom, almost indistinguishable from a human.

"Patriarch, everything is ready."

A white fox with six tails shuttled through the forest, stood at the foot of the mountain, and spoke respectfully.

"Hmm."

The eight-tailed fox nodded lightly, chuckled, raised his head, and looked at the sky: "The heavenly dome stream has been chaotic for so long, it's time to be quiet." ”

As the sound fell, the eight-tailed fox rose into the air and disappeared into the sky.

……

Sin City.

"Hey, wake up, wake up."

"This kid, it's so pitiful, how long have you been sleeping..."

Dawn.

Yu Mo sat in a wheelchair, looked down at Zong Ren, who was still lying on the ground, his eyes closed, and sighed faintly, with some pity.

At this time, there were already two red handprints on Zong Ren's face.

Apparently...

Yu Mo's wake-up service just now was a bit strong.

"Shhhhh

"He's not going to starve!"

"Senior, why don't you make a move!"

"If he dies, you will have one less believer in this world!"

Yu Mo said with a worried face.

As his voice fell, Confucius, who was sitting outside the door and watching the sky in a daze, stood up instantly, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the room.

And Yu Mo's words had a chain reaction that was not just Confucianism.

Zongren opened his eyes just right, his eyes were weak, he coughed twice, looked around blankly, tried to support himself with his arms, and wanted to sit up, but because he had not eaten for two days and was seriously injured, he fell to the ground again.

"Senior, it must be your kind thoughts that infected him!"

"That's why he's awake!"

"This is incense!"

Yu Mo looked amazed, and finally said affirmatively.

And Confucius stood in place, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was a little obsessed: "I feel it!" ”

"This breath is pure, without impurities!"

"Is this incense..."

There was nostalgia in his tone.

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at Confucius blankly, but quickly regained his composure: "Don't you thank your predecessors for saving you?" ”

He turned his head, looked at Zong Ren, who was also dazed, and said lightly.

Zong Ren's face was pale at this time, his lips were not bloody, and due to the lack of blood, they were even a little chapped.

But he still tried to raise his head and looked at Confucius: "Xie... Thank you, senior..."

"You're welcome!"

"Help others, be united and be kind!"

"I'm a god!"

"Immortals should save the dead!"

Confucius smiled freely, shook his long flowing hair, turned around and left lightly, sat down at the door again, looked up at the sky, and muttered something from time to time.

Anyway, if you stuff him into a mental hospital, there will be absolutely no sense of disobedience!