Chapter Twenty-Eight: Retreat!
"You stinky boy, what are you doing here?"
A cold and vicissitudes of voice came from the flames, full of majesty and arrogance.
When Su Ruobai heard this, he smacked his lips and said, "According to what you say, I can't come yet." But if I don't come, you're here alone, aren't you alone?"
"Lonely? I don't need you to pretend, you haven't brought what you promised to Lao Tzu last time. Just a guy like you who doesn't believe in your words, Lao Tzu will be annoyed when he sees it. ”
Su Ruobai was not angry at all, and said with a smile: "Don't be so fierce! Look, I have four spirit bags on my waist, and they are full of good things. ”
When Flame heard this, he immediately asked, "What are the good things?"
Su Ruobai straightened the hair in front of his forehead, and smiled evilly: "If you want my good things, you have to help me again." No, it should be said that it helped me for half a month. ”
"What? Do you want to refine the weapon again? Lao Tzu knows that you must not be so kind to see Lao Tzu, and you want Lao Tzu to use it for you as a fire, what are you doing as Lao Tzu?"
Su Ruobai said a little helplessly: "The fire on your body is so strong, you won't lose anything if you use it." Besides, what kind of friendship do we have? Helping this little favor is not a piece of cake for you? In this case, I will give you some benefits first, and as for whether you help me or not, it is up to you!"
As he spoke, he slapped the spirit bag, and the corpse of a third-order demon beast immediately flew out of the spirit bag.
When the flames saw it, they pounced and swallowed the corpse of the demon beast whole.
"Haha...... It's delicious, it's delicious. I'm going to ask for, give me two more. ”
Su Ruobai smiled and said, "It's delicious, right? Do you still want it? Then can you help me? To tell you the truth, I used the corpse of the demon beast to refine the weapon this time, except for the carapace claw beast horn demon pill, the rest of the things are for you to eat." There are more than 20 of them, and they are delicious just thinking about it, and I am almost drooling. ”
"Help, help now, take out your refining ding!"
Su Ruobai smiled proudly, patted the spirit bag, and a black small tripod floated in his hand.
As soon as the flame saw Xiao Ding appear, it suddenly drilled in, and the original black body of the Ding immediately turned white, which was very magical.
Su Ruobai no longer hesitated, and then poured out all the corpses of the demon beasts that he "picked up" from the Death Forest this time, took the essence, removed the dross, and took out all kinds of auxiliary materials, sorted them out, and the retreat lasted for half a month, and it began!
The Demon Dragon Sect, one of the four major demon sects in the Middle Divine Prefecture, has thousands of demon cultivators in the sect, and there are only forty or fifty demon cultivators above the Jindan stage, and there are three old demons in the infant stage, which can really be described as a hegemon.
But in the last few days, for the Demon Dragon Sect, it has been a mixed blessing. The good news is that the eldest lady of their Demon Dragon Sect has finally gotten rid of the illness that has plagued her for more than ten years and has been promoted to a holy woman, while the worry is that the old sect master is dying, so far there are only two old demons left in the Demon Dragon Sect, and there is no longer the scenery of the past.
Although they have not found the corpse and spirit bag of the old sect master until today, the life lamp connected to the blood of the old sect master has been extinguished. The lamp goes out and people die, this is irreversible, and there will be no miracles.
Today is the day of the gathering of the four major demon sect masters, and the new Demon Dragon Sect Sect Leader Nan Zhentian changed into a red dragon brocade robe that only the sect master can wear early in the morning. Although he only has the cultivation of the late stage of Jindan, he is fierce in battle, known as the first person under Yuanying, as the youngest son of the old sect master, he will succeed him as the sect master, and others will not say anything.
In front of the bronze mirror, he straightened his clothes, and a faint smile appeared on his rough face, thick eyebrows and cold eyes, coupled with the dense stubble on his chin, which made him quite masculin, as women often say.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by a girl's voice like a lark.
"Uncle, are you there?"
Hearing this, Nan Zhentian put away his smile and said softly: "It's Wan'er, right? Come in, I'm here!"
With a creak, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a girl in a long black dress walked in through the door.
The girl is not tall, but she is very beautiful and exotic, with a pair of big eyes that are clear and bright, white and tender skin that can be broken by blowing, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and curved eyebrows, revealing a sense of mystery that makes people want to get close and ask about her secrets.
She has a good figure, although she is not tall, but her waist is very thin, her legs are slender, and although she looks a little thin, she is bumpy and just right.
Wearing this long black dress today, with her big wavy hair that is almost brown, her beauty is undoubtedly revealed.
She is none other than Wan'er, who once had a relationship with Su Ruobai. Of course, she is also surnamed Nan, and she is the only niece of Nan Batian, and now the holy daughter of the Demon Dragon Sect.
"Wan'er, you came to me specifically, is there anything important?"
Nan Wan'er lowered her head, pinched the side of her skirt, and then said hesitantly: "I...... I want to go to the Holy Land!"
"Entering the Holy Land? You have only only cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, aren't you looking for death when you enter the Holy Land? I don't agree!"
"Uncle, I'm ...... I am now a saint, and all generations of saints will enter the Holy Land. Although I am only in the early stages of foundation building, I have already gained the power of divine consciousness. With divine awareness, I know where there is danger and where I am safe. So as long as I'm careful, I'll be fine. ”
Nan Zhentian still refused: "It's still not possible, although you have the power of divine sense, but you don't have the power to protect yourself." What kind of place is the Holy Land? Even I don't dare to enter it easily, if something happens to you when you go in, how can I explain to your dead father, and how can I explain to your grandfather? Wan'er, I just took over the position of sect master, so don't make trouble for me, okay?"
Seeing that Nan Wan'er was about to speak, Nan Zhentian said directly: "Okay, you go out, I will have to meet with the sect masters of the other three sects in a while." In more than ten days, the righteous path will be killed. This time, my Demon Dragon Sect must win the first place, and we must not be flattened by them just because your grandfather is gone. Fighting against the righteous monks is what we have to think about now. As for the rest, don't bother me. ”
Hearing this, Nan Wan'er hesitated for a moment, but nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked outside the house.
Looking at her back, Nan Zhentian whispered to himself: "You really look more and more like your mother, I promised your mother to protect you for the rest of your life, if you have something, how can I be worthy of your mother?"
In the blink of an eye, it was already seven days later.
Qingshuimen, a group of disciples are in the afternoon class.
And at this moment, a loud "boom" was suddenly heard, and then, the sky above the mountain behind Qingshui Gate was covered with dark clouds.
"What's going on? What's going on?"