Mencius was so thoughtful, combined with all the things that have happened in the empty mountains in recent days, how can he not hear the deep meaning of this person's words.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said angrily: "Dispel the thoughts in your head!"

"Hahaha. ”

The purple-robed man let out a hearty laugh that was completely inconsistent with the hideous ghost face: "The Six Rivers of the Demon Realm is the supreme power that the world dreams of, even that Wen Yu from Taixuanzong is coveted, Meng Gongzi has done a good job of face kung fu, and his attitude of avoiding it is indeed noble, but what he thinks in his heart, only you know." ”

As he spoke, the man slowly raised his arm, and his knuckled index finger seemed to be pointed out carelessly, but it was pointed directly at Mencius Fei's heart.

Mencius listened to this person's words with unfathomable certainty, and a scornful anger suddenly rose in his heart:

"Don't take the set of Wen Yu villain to put it on me, no matter how strong the Demon Sect's martial arts are, it is just an evil act of seizing people's avenues, and the way of heaven is intolerable!

A smack suddenly came from under the mask of the evil ghost, and I saw that the man slowly shook his head, and his tone was regretful: "If it is really as Meng Gongzi said, this crime should be punished, and it shouldn't be you who bear the brunt, right?"

"You don't want to bewitch my Dao Heart!"

Meng Gongzi's face was extremely solemn and resolute, and a hand quietly behind him silently pinched the wind trick.

Even though he knew that the person in front of him was extremely profound, and he had no possibility of killing him, he was never willing to sit idly by.

Mencius's eyes were locked on the other party's ghost face, and his heart at least had to know what this person looked like?!

If he is lucky enough to go back alive, he will not live up to the high hopes of the Sichen brothers.

"Bewitching Dao Xin? Meng Gongzi is really thinking too much. ”

The purple-robed man smiled indifferently, and the finger pointing at his heart trembled slightly, and a thorn of earth sneered from the ground where Mencius Fei's heel was located, mercilessly piercing the palm of Mencius Fei's pinched hand.

The wind that had just risen in the valley fell silent in an instant, and the red blood beads stained the ground.

However, Meng Zifei didn't have time to respond, and he heard the other party's words say in surprise: "Meng Gongzi said that my Demon Sect's exercises have won the Great Dao, but now the spiritual root flashing in Your Excellency's chest at this moment is Meng Gongzi, is it your own?"

Mencius Fei's mind rang like a thunderbolt on a sunny day,

The blood on the handsome face suddenly receded, the lips were chattering and he couldn't say a word, and the whole person was so numb that he couldn't even feel the pain of the palm of his hand.

The breeze blows, and the leaves rattle.

The broken hair in front of Mencius's forehead swayed slightly, and the purple afterimage flashed in front of him, and the strange man appeared in front of him in an instant.

The hideous ghost face was extremely close to the tip of Mencius's nose.

The cold breath came to his face, and the deep eyes under the mask carried the darkness that saw through the heart and soul.

Meng Zifei saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a malicious smile:

"Meng Gongzi, you are really bold, you are not in a hurry when the dusty ancient road and the sword Chenyue that you never leave are confiscated, but you come here to find me trouble, if she knows, she must be crying under the nine springs." ”

"Say no more!"

Mencius Fei burst into a shout, and the blood-drenched palm actually clicked and shattered the hard iron thorns in the palm inch by inch!

His red eyes were filled with endless remorse and pain, and he grinded his teeth and sucked blood into those eyes:

"Since you know this, you should know how much I hate the Demon Sect! If it weren't for my momentary ghost confusion, how would I have listened to the bewitchment of that young master of the Jiuyuan Mountain Ghost Sect!"

There was a sudden pain in his heart, and it turned out to be the slender index finger of the purple-robed man pointed at his heart.

The fingertips were as sharp as knives, piercing through the cloth and cloth, sinking inch by inch into the flesh and blood, and pointing straight at the gentle spiritual root in the heart.

He maliciously hooked the spiritual root with his fingers, looking at the other party's pale face, as if he had found distorted pleasure in Mencius's non-painful soul.

"Hahaha, bewitched, if it weren't for the crazy desire in your heart, how could the young master of the ghost sect have a three-inch tongue that can shake your heart.

After two hundred years, Meng Gongzi, you are doing chivalrous righteousness everywhere, saving the dead and helping the wounded, and going through the suffering of mortals, isn't it just to atone for the sin in your heart?

Shang Ying is not the only one who died because of you, who do you want to show so many good things to now?"

Under such a pair of eyes without murderous intent, Mencius actually took three steps backwards.

Under the purple-robed man's gentle smile but extremely vicious words, something seemed to be slowly shattering in his bright eyes that seemed to be full of flames.

However, the man was a demon with a pure appearance, and he had no intention of letting him go.

"The spiritual root that was snatched from the deception is indeed very useful, Meng Gongzi recognizes the reality and himself, right? Although you have regrets in your heart, you have to admit that in the past two hundred years, the pleasure of controlling the power in your own hands after breaking through the realm is the immortal road you desire, even if you are given another chance to choose again, you will still choose to do this, right?"

"No...... I won't ......" Mencius's expression was extremely painful, and his panicked words seemed to prove something.

It's just that his sloppy gaze is really unconvincing.

"No, you will!" the purple-robed man's tone was extremely determined.

"Even if Shang Ying is your most beloved woman, knowing that she will lose her spiritual root after losing her spiritual root, and Shouyuan is even far inferior to mortals, you still set up that game and gained a power that does not belong to you. ”

Slowly withdrawing back the bloody index finger, he did not move Mencius's spiritual root, but gently patted his cheek with his palm, as if to wake him up.

"Now, with a new and more powerful force in front of you, inheriting the long river of blood, you will stand on the pinnacle of the world, what Heavenly Seal Thirteen Swords, what Taixuan Nine Scriptures, Cangwu Ten Tibetan Palace!

So what are you hesitating about? Come to me, there are beautiful and vast landscapes that you would never imagine. His voice was full of demagogic power, and Mencius's eyes began to tremble wildly.

Eventually, he subconsciously stroked the familiar spot between his arms, and the dust was gone, just as the person buried on the hills of Guangmeng City would never appear in his sight again.

He exhaled slowly, his muscles loosening as if deflated, but the flames in his eyes that were about to be extinguished were rekindled.

Mencius pushed away the palm on his cheek expressionlessly, and said coldly: "It turns out that your purpose has always been not Wen Yu, but me. ”