"Heh, an outcast who is not wanted by Taixuanzong, but he is just reluctantly used as a waste, how can he be compared with Meng Gongzi?" The purple-robed man spoke highly of him without hesitation.

However, Mencius Fei also lived up to his evaluation, and it was clear that his Dao heart almost collapsed not long ago, but he actually settled his mind in just a few words.

"Don't do more useless work, your chess game has been ruined, the two puppets of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang are obviously completely destroyed, and the little brother Si Chen will definitely not let the waste man under your hand live, even if you destroy the mountain realm and let the blood river flow into the sea, you can't take it away!"

The smile in the purple-robed man's eyes deepened: "It's that I underestimated you." ”

Meng Zifei sneered even more: "Now that the layout is in the valley, you are so powerful that the first choice in the face of the long river of blood is not yourself, if you think about it carefully, you don't have to look at what the face under the mask looks like, Meng Someone really wants to ask Your Excellency...... What is the number one among the six rivers?!"

The six rivers represent the supreme inheritance power of the Six Demon Sects, and each Demon River contains three thousand magic texts.

The power of awakening one of the demon rivers is enough to disrupt the huge oven of this human world, and cultivate to the vastness, even if the gods descend to earth, they are helpless against the six rivers in their peak state.

The people of the Demon Sect all yearn for this power, but this person is not in a hurry to absorb this mountain and demon river by himself.

That means he doesn't need to.

Because it has already been inherited, there is no need to inherit another Demon River inheritance.

The purple-robed man was slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud: "Mencius Fei, Mencius Fei, you are really getting more and more interesting." ”

Mencius Fei shook his head very seriously: "In this mountain, the most interesting thing is the one who destroyed your two puppets, at least ...... I don't have that ability yet. ”

The purple-robed man slowly took a step back, his eyes still resting on his face with great confidence, and suddenly smiled: "Meng Gongzi's Dao heart is so strong, it doesn't represent the thickness of your skin, you can still be indifferent to what you did to her so much, it's just ...... Can time really dilute everything?"

His tone suddenly became extremely strange.

Mencius frowned uneasily: "What do you mean?"

"I don't think so, Meng Gongzi only knows the six rivers of the Demon Sect, and can he know what is at the end of the six rivers? ”

The purple-robed man let out a weird laugh under his mask, looked at Mencius with faint eyes, and said slowly: "The righteous path cultivator in the world has crossed the tribulation and ascended, experienced the thunder of the 30,000 heavenly tribulations, flew into the Heavenly God Palace, and was awarded the star crown by the emperor's blessing, and was given the divine position and the creation of the divine mansion in the star field.

And the cultivators of the Demon Sect in the world are descending demons, crossing the catastrophe in the Netherworld, washing away the mortal bodies and bones of the world, and cultivating the demon bones and demon souls, they can become demons and give them demon positions.

Since Pangu first opened the world, only those who had the bloodline of gods and demons in ancient times had the talent to conquer the heavens and successfully become gods or fall demons.

Later, the bloodline in the world became thinner and thinner, and there was no one who successfully crossed the tribulation and ascended, except for the three heavenly sects of the golden age of righteousness, which were respected by the world, and the three thousand-year-old immortals who successfully broke through the realm and crossed the tribulation, no one had the qualifications to ascend. ”

Mencius Fei gradually became impatient, and what the purple-robed man said was recorded in the "Tianyao Historical Classics".

Two hundred years of monasticism was enough for him to read a wide range of books, and he knew the most basic things very well.

"All you want to say is this nonsense!"

The purple-robed man laughed: "Don't be so impatient, I know what you crave now." ”

His hearty tone suddenly became low, and it made people feel inexplicably tolerant and generous: "What you want, I can help you achieve it." ”

Mencius Fei looked at the hideous ghost face in a daze, and subconsciously wanted to put on a cold posture and resolutely say: There is no need for the demon sect and demons to help!

People who know the way of the devil are good at demagoguery, and see through the deepest darkness and desire in people's hearts.

Knowing that the other party's words must not continue to listen, Mencius Fei found that his breathing gradually became nervous.

What's even worse is that he vaguely guessed what the other party would say next, and even had a slight expectation in his heart.

"The world only knows that the Netherworld Long Sea is a catastrophe for demon cultivation, since five hundred years ago, my Langya Demon Sect Sect Leader Zhaohe was killed, and no one has tried to cross the catastrophe and fall into the demons.

It's not that I'm afraid that my body will be destroyed in the Stygian Sea Tribulation, but no matter how much my sect cultivates, they won't be able to see that sea, because that Netherworld Sea that connects the Nine Demon Realms is the other side of the Six Rivers. ”

Speaking of this, the palm under the sleeve of the purple robe quietly clenched into a fist, and the green tendons on the back of the hand loomed:

"It's not that my Demon Sect is afraid of the Divine Punishment, but that damn Three Sects of the Righteous Path, kill my Sect Master! Destroy my Six Rivers! So that my Demon Sect will no longer have a chance to fall into the Devil!"

Mencius Fei's eyes drooped: "What's the use of you telling me this? The Demon Sect is domineering and cruel, relying on devouring others to become stronger, and the heavens are intolerable, it will come to this point, why do you have any grudges with others, hehe......"

A sneer suddenly came out of his mouth: "Of course, such a hypocritical and righteous set of rhetoric naturally can't shake the legendary Lord Liuhe, but really speaking, it's not because you are too weak that you will be suppressed by the righteous path and flee from Zhao Kingdom like a lost dog." ”

The sarcastic words were so clear that the purple-robed man did not see the slightest anger, but said very approvingly:

"Yes, the winner lives, the loser dies! But what I want to tell you today is that water can overturn a boat, and it can also carry a boat, those three thousand-year-old immortals cut off the water of my demon realm, and when I reunite the power of the six rivers and win the Tianyao, not only will I overturn his righteous immortal boat, but I also want me to Langya Demon Flag, planted all over the mountains and rivers!"

"I have been paying attention to Your Excellency since two hundred years ago, you are more qualified than that Wen Yu to inherit the great cause of my Demon Sect, of course, my Demon Sect will repay the favor.

Your Excellency asked me how many of the six rivers I am, you might as well tell you the truth, this seat is not talented, ranked second, compared to the first sword, the first scripture, and the first hall of your righteous path, the existence that is more powerful, and the demon river that belongs to me...... Specializing in collecting necromancy, I guess you have heard of it, Meng Gongzi?"

Mencius was shocked, and his face changed greatly: "It's hard for you!"

The purple-robed man floated towards the lake behind him, the tips of his shoes tapping against the surface of the blue water.

As the ripple water circle spread, the lake under him was instantly stained with blood, and twisted and painful souls struggled and roared from the surface of the lake of blood.

As his feet stepped lightly on the surface of the lake, the thousands of dead spirits were directly shaken to ashes, and there was no return!

There was only a figure in a crimson robe, peacefully closed in the middle of the lake, lifeless, as if it would never wake up.

Seeing such a scene, Mencius Fei staggered fiercely, his face was pale, he trembled with anger, and his eyes were full of rage: "You dare to touch her!!"