Zhao Ji's emotion made this Zhao Qing even more confused, not to mention Zhao Qing, even Zhao Ji himself was not embarrassed?

What have you been looking for in personnel all these years?

Is it right or wrong that I am taking a different path from all the demon clans?

Who can tell him these questions?

It's just that I can't figure it out, so what's more, for example, should demons only do demon things?

But for thousands of years, all the demon clans have been doing what demons should do, but they are still slowly suppressed by humans, this kind of change is not completed at once, but it is carried out little by little in thousands of years, whenever Zhao Ji thinks about it, he feels extremely terrifying.

This kind of horror is greater than life and death, and it seems that there is an infinite brilliant power hanging above the nine heavens, and the fate of the demon clan has been clearly arranged.

What a horror it is, when you suddenly look up at a certain moment, only to find that your own path and the path of your race have been cut off, what will you think in your heart?

When Zhao Ji's mind was immersed in this frightened emotion, heaven and earth were all sensed by this, and he saw that his surroundings had changed dramatically because of his emotions.

The so-called export into the constitution, words and laws, is talking about Zhao Ji this kind of big demon, this kind of big demon can affect a certain range of heaven and earth to a certain extent, whether it is actions or ideas, the strong people in the three realms of human beings are probably similar, but human monks call this situation a person, while demons are mostly called Dharma bodies.

At this time, the aura around Zhao Ji began to be crazy because of the confusion of his thoughts, and the restless aura was gently blown by a breeze, but it began to rotate slowly, and then the speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, and in a short period of time, a powerful cyclone was formed around Zhao Ji.

And the line of deep scars left on the ground shows that this Zhao Qing is not without resistance, but it is useless to resist.

This kind of aura is born from Zhao Ji's senses, before Zhao Ji's mind is calm, but it is difficult to stop, at this time, because of Zhao Ji's external body, ordinary things can not disturb Zhao Ji, and the people who can disturb Zhao Ji are also Zhao Ji's fox and fox grandsons, but at this moment, these fox demons do not dare to step forward to disturb the ancestor, so they can only hide far away, and those who cultivate a little lower are all prostrate on the ground, trembling.

It's just that no one thought that there was a little fox with snow-white hair at Zhao Ji's feet, who was actually holding his head in his hands, struggling to support himself in place.

It's just that the restlessness of this aura is indeed too strong, but at this time, this little fox demon really can't hold on anymore, so he can only use his greatest strength to shout, "Ancestor, the little persimmon is going to be blown away!"

This sound penetrated the layers of barriers and went straight to the bottom of Zhao Ji's heart, so that Zhao Ji, who was immersed in the power of heaven and earth and the mystery of fate, suddenly came back to his senses.

It's just that at this time, the little demon fox has been blown up, and it flew directly into the air in an instant, although it is still desperately holding its head, but the light around it is slowly dimming, obviously now it can't support it for a few moments.

Just when the little persimmon felt that he could no longer support it, he didn't expect the restless aura to suddenly be quiet.

The wind came suddenly but also hurriedly, who knew that the little demon fox just exhaled, thinking that he was saved, but suddenly remembered that he was still in mid-air, and the downward trend had already begun.

It's just that before it was frightened for a moment, a palm caught it, and it looked up timidly, who else could there be if this wasn't the ancestor?

"Ancestor, you almost blew the little persimmon away!"

Hearing these words that seemed to be complaining, Zhao Qing in the distance was a little worried about this little persimmon, but the ancestor was in the clan, but he said the same, that is, who would dare to complain about the demons who were incarnated?

What Zhao Qing didn't think of was this ancestor, but Zhao Ji hurriedly said to the little persimmon, "That's the ancestor's mistake."

"Ancestor, what happened to you just now?"

"Old Ancestor was scared just now!"

"Ancestor, don't be afraid, when I'm afraid, I'll hold my head with both hands, just hold my head like this, and I won't be afraid" Looking at the little persimmon who was still trying to demonstrate how to hold his head for himself, Zhao Ji laughed.

"I can't learn your magic skill of holding your head."

Tu Mountain

At this time, in a huge cave, a giant fox with a fiery red body and nine tails behind it was lying on a flat stone platform.

In front of it, however, was a shattered mirror, surrounded by a shimmer of magic spilling over from the mirror.

And there are many fox demons next to him, among which it sits on an equal footing is a monster that can't tell what it is, although it transforms into a human appearance, just like a short old man, but this human face is not a human no matter how you look at it, but more like a fox, but there is a bamboo plate in front of him, but in the bamboo plate is a set of exquisite purple sand tea sets.

This monster with a fox face is only the size of an ordinary human, but compared to the nine-tailed red fox next to him who is like a hillock, it is a world of difference, these two are so distinct in size, it is really very strange.

The nine-tailed red fox looked at the broken lenses on the ground, and said to the fox-faced monster, "It seems that Zhao Ji is still afraid, but I can't figure out what he is afraid of."

The fox-faced monster just poured himself a cup of hot green tea, and then reached out to pick up the cup, but he took a sip carefully, as if he was afraid of getting hot.

After tasting this tea, the fox-faced monster replied, "What can he be afraid of?" Either he is afraid that there is no road ahead of him, or he is afraid that there is no road ahead of his clan, but most of them are just unfounded, but he insists on letting the clan learn from the human form, but there is some truth."

The nine-tailed red fox licked his front paws and asked, "What's the reason?"

The fox-faced monster pointed to the teacup in front of him and said, "This is the truth of this tea, if you drink it early, it will burn your mouth, but if you drink it late, you will lose the fragrance of tea."

The nine-tailed red fox turned his face over and stared at the teacup that was very small for it, but asked again, "Do you want this Zhao Ji to help us drink first?"

The head of this red fox is actually very close to the fox-faced monster, and this huge red fox seems to be able to swallow it into its stomach as long as it opens its mouth, but the fox-faced monster is still drinking tea leisurely, but the impatience of this red fox and others only said in the previous moment, "This Zhao Ji claims to be the smartest in the demon clan, but how can he be easily used by us, I just want to see what Zhao Ji is planning through this matter."

After hearing this, the nine-tailed red fox retracted his head boredly, continued to lick the hair on his front paws, and only waited for a while to see that the other party was still silent, and then asked, "Then how to deal with those humans?"

The fox-faced monster said lightly, "There is no need to deal with it, this green talisman order has been given, and the words have been brought, what else can they want from us? You must know that these are the internal affairs of their human race, but what does it have to do with us? If they can really succeed, I can't say that they will leak this news in advance, and let those high-ranking Dao sects know, in short, isn't it that the more powerful they fight, the better it will be for us?"

The nine-tailed red fox suddenly said, "They all say that Zhao Ji is the smartest demon of the demon clan, but I think you are."

The fox-faced demon laughed, "Brother Ji, Brother Ji, who can survive these thousands of years, but how can there be a fool?"

The nine-tailed red fox asked again, "Then in the past few thousand years, have the Heavenly Demon Lords ever contacted you?"

The fox-faced demon turned his head and asked, "In the past few thousand years, have there ever been heavenly demons?"

The nine-tailed red fox asked again, "Then why have you been connected in tandem for hundreds of years?"

The fox-faced demon replied lightly, "Naturally, for you and me, but also for the demon clan."

The nine-tailed red fox didn't answer, but just superimposed its two front paws in front of him, raised his head and looked into the distance, but the fiery red fox fur was like a sunset.

Dingzhou is nameless

People have died enough, the next or me, at this time a group of ragged people think like this, they are still trudging at the moment, can not stop, do not dare to stop, everyone knows that there is no way to live, the court should be under the will of killing, and for ordinary soldiers, I am afraid that there is no patience and unbearable statement, military law in the front of the reward in the back, but they can not allow them to hesitate.

It's just that who wants to die? It was only after being robbed of the last grain and property by other displaced people that he picked up a hoe and embarked on this road. It's just that no matter how desperately you move forward, there is still no way to live?

How many days have you not eaten a grain of rice?

Was the last time you drank water yesterday or the day before yesterday?

None of this matters, the important thing is that if you stop, you will die!

These people don't understand, and sometimes the lives of ordinary people are just numbers for some existences.

On the post not far from this purgatory-like scene, a middle-aged man dressed as a white-clothed scribe was looking at these homeless people under the post, but at this time, in his eyes, he could clearly see the scale of these homeless, and he could also see that these homeless people kept falling down, but they couldn't get up again, and he could see that behind these people, the dust and smoke were rising, thinking that the army of soldiers and horses was coming, and the cold light of the weapons in the dust and smoke could also be seen clearly.

There was no pity in his eyes, and he only asked a well-dressed old man next to him, "After these people die, how much is left?"

When the old man heard the question, he did not straighten his waist, but lowered his head, and then said respectfully, "Back to the master, counting the number of 50,000 people, there are still 1,700 people missing, and there are still a few batches in the southwest direction, but after all are counted, there is still a shortage of about 500."

The middle-aged scribe nodded, and then said, "This gap is going to ask for those people in the Great Luo Fa Sect, and I have gathered enough souls in these few days, and now this place has attracted the attention of many true cultivators, but it is not good to drag it down any longer."

This old man was a little embarrassed and said, "Although this Da Luo Dharma Sect is a demon, it is not easy to cause such a big killing, right? If it attracts the various sects to take action, I am afraid that it will be difficult to clean it up at that time."

The middle-aged scribe said nonchalantly, "You just have to tell them what I have requested, they have their own way, but they really can't do it, don't they still have a few hundred followers here?"

When Lao Suo heard this, he bowed lower, and replied, "The slave takes the order."

The middle-aged scribe looked up at the missing half of the crescent moon, and sighed, "Such a great tide has begun in this nameless place, but most of you have gone, but you don't know how many people in this world can understand me."

And a battle was going on in front of him, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a massacre, because there were very few of those homeless people who could move the wooden sticks in their hands, and those who collided with the blades of the officers and soldiers were all white bones.

Fu Feng was born in the ground, starting from the end of Qingping, but this Qingping was watered with human blood.