Although Confucian was very excited at the moment, after calming down, there were still a lot of worries in his heart. In case someone deliberately set up a game to plot against him, and he nodded and agreed, wouldn't he be in the other party's arms?

After weighing the pros and cons, Confucius raised his head, looked at the three-headed vicious dog and said loudly: "If I promise to be your container, what good will it be, and what harm will it be? What if one move accidentally falls into the land of no return?"

The bottom of the well is empty, so the echo is bursting. His eyes were fixed on the statue claiming to be the Holy Spirit, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. Because of the many evils he had done in the past, and because of the cruel methods he used every time, Confucian actually knew that the inner demon tribulation that awaited him must be an extremely difficult pass. And the most crucial problem is that he only uses it as a means of pleasure and never delves into it, which will also lead to the only way to die when the thousands of resentments are entangled in his cultivation path. Confucian students did not dare to take risks easily, so they negotiated the conditions with the master of their own courtyard. Help the academy achieve a satisfactory ranking in this competition, and the academy master will personally use his pseudo-saint realm to sweep away the root cause of his body.

The deal seemed to be a sure bet, but it wasn't, because then the secrets of his path would be known. For practitioners, privacy like this is the root of the realm. He was confident that if he could survive the Heart Demon Tribulation, he would be able to smoothly enter the pseudo-saint realm equivalent to the master of the courtyard, and by that time, even if he was a thousand years old, he would be able to make friends on an equal footing. Maybe when the courtyard master's body is on the verge of decay, he can still be honored by the other party as a senior. Whenever he thought of this, the Confucian student, who was already having a bad taste, couldn't help laughing.

The voice of the three-headed vicious dog interrupted Confucian reverie: "Looking at all things, as long as they are born and raised, they are all good and bad, where does it come from? As long as you concentrate on cultivation, the speed of achieving the realm of a saint will definitely be a hundred times faster than before! But I don't know the downside, no matter how much I think about it, I won't let your body die after all. ”

Confucius narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not enough for you to say something, you have to make me believe you." ”

A sneer came, sending chills down the spine of Confucian Sheng. Then a majestic aura rushed to his face, similar to the situation that he couldn't help but fall to his knees just by being in it, and he only felt it when he was with the courtyard master. This time, however, the fear he had suppressed was even greater. He was even sure that the three-headed vicious dog in front of him, who claimed to be the Holy Spirit, was probably really standing in the "holy".

"You should be clear that I have no need to deceive you. If it weren't for the coincidence that I was trapped here, no matter how big the world was, I would still be able to have a place to live. At this moment, the statue of the three-headed vicious dog began to disintegrate, and the fragments fell one after another, revealing fur from it.

Looking at the creature in front of him, Confucius was completely shocked, he was speechless, and he didn't know what words to use to describe this scene. In the end, he just swallowed a mouthful of saliva, nodded and said, "I am willing to be your container, provided that the relationship between us must be fair!"

"I promise you. As soon as the three-headed vicious dog finished speaking, it turned into a cloud of black mist and wrapped towards Confucius, seeping into Confucius's body the moment it touched him.

After about a moment of incense, Confucius opened his eyes, which had turned blood-red, licked his lips and said, "Do you two want to stop me too? It's ridiculous! After I have recuperated and devoured the souls of enough cultivators, I will definitely come to seek revenge." ”

"It's almost over, you better retreat into my cultivation path first, and let me feel my sword qi after salvaging the magic of the world. The blood red in the scholar's eyes faded, he lowered his head and stretched out his hand to condense a wisp of sword qi that had turned black for some reason, and then put his nose up and sniffed it, his face full of intoxication: "It seems that this transaction is done with blood." ”

With that, he walked step by step into the moonlit place, leaped into the clouds, and flew away.

And at this moment, the shopkeeper in the building outside the mountain suddenly woke up from his dream. He hurriedly put on his clothes, and came to the deep well without even buttoning them. He first looked at the sling beside him, reached out and grabbed it, and poked his head out into the well, which was still as empty as before, but he could not feel the overwhelming qi in it. Before he could come up with anything, a clear spring suddenly erupted from the well. The shopkeepers behind him who were also disturbed by him and woke up were sleepy-eyed, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they suddenly lost their sleepiness. Not only that, but there is also talk and laughter. I feel that if there is an extra clear spring in the mountain, there will be no need to go to the south of the city to fetch water in the future, and the back and forth of the province is very tiring.

Only the shopkeeper, who knew the truth of the matter, collapsed to the ground in a daze, and said with words in his mouth: "A thousand years have passed, and it is still not completely suppressed in this well, and it is already too late." ”

He sighed and walked back to the building. Now that the situation that I least want to see has become a reality, and now I have no realm that can be stopped, I can only wait with peace of mind. When the time comes, it will be a trivial matter for the largest oasis in the desert to turn into ruins, and the most feared thing is that the whole world will be destroyed by it. After all, the Holy Spirit in its heyday, only the top saints can kill it.

"These brutes...... Could it be a precursor to the heavens and the heavens being disrupted again?" the shopkeeper stood up suddenly, but after a moment he sat down slowly: "So what? My heart is dead, and it has nothing to do with me for a long time. ”

......

There are also four courtyard masters who are also aware of it, but the only one who knows the inside story of the matter is the true saint of the bitter sea courtyard master. The figure that was originally sitting upright was erratic, and in a breath he had disappeared in front of several people.

The master of the Kuhai Courtyard came directly to the top floor of the mountain outside the building, he looked at the shopkeeper on the chair, and said respectfully: "Senior, has it escaped the overwhelming situation?"

I don't know how long, after all, hundreds of years ago, the shopkeeper once came to the rescue of the owner of the Bitter Sea Courtyard. Such a great kindness, the owner of the hospital will never dare to forget. Even if his current realm is higher than that of the shopkeeper, he still abides by etiquette and is respectful.

The shopkeeper raised his head and nodded slightly, but remained silent.

The master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard asked, "If you are at the bottom of the well for a thousand years, its realm and killing power will definitely not be the same as before. Now there is still a chance, as long as I can find its qi from the city, I will kill him to prevent future troubles!"

"I can't do it, I know it better than you do. The shopkeeper spoke, "Once it has made up its mind to lie dormant, it will not be able to do so unless it is a top saint." The most terrible thing about the Holy Spirit is not in the flesh of murder and brutality, but in the means by which it hides itself. What's more, it is extremely cautious, and my friends and I have laid out thousands of small games to bring it into the big picture, and we finally succeeded after exhaustion. And with the lesson of the last time, it will not be tricked again. By the time I see it again, I'm afraid it's back to its peak. When the time comes, whether it is me, who has already fallen into the realm, or you, a true saint who grew up in this world, will not be able to help him. ”

"Is there no way but to sit and wait for death?" said the master of the Bitter Sea Courtyard, frowning.

"There is a way, intercede with the three sects of heaven and heaven, as long as there can be top saints in this world, all problems can be solved. The shopkeeper seemed to remember what he had been through, curled up, and sighed softly: "If it were so easy, I wouldn't have to stay here like a prisoner." I advise you to leave quickly, and when you return to the academy, you must be able to have a killing power comparable to that of a top saint through the big array, and it will not dare to provoke you. In this way, there is only this last pure land in the whole world. ”

The shopkeeper raised his head and drank, since he came to this world, he had not drunk so quickly, as if to extinguish the eternal sorrow in his heart: "The world is in danger, and it stands to reason that it should be the responsibility of the husband." But I'm already tired, so let me die!"