There is nothingness, and there is a wind that emerges from the silent.

A light breeze blows.

At this moment, even the sound of the murmuring and flowing of the long river of time was eliminated.

The power of the years swept away, dragging the rich death qi on the demon monk's body, and tens of millions of years of suppression broke out at this moment!

Poof——!

The demon monk staggered, holding a Zen staff, his face was pale, and his eyebrows were black.

He gasped violently, as if he were laughing, as if he were crying.

"I see it...... You are not a great talent, you are a demon, I ...... I don't die unjustly, I don't ...... wrong"

The demon monk's voice gradually deepened.

His old, stiff body began to change gradually.

faded away from the human body and turned into the appearance of an old fox.

This is a very strange picture, a fox that is too old to lose its hair, sitting cross-legged on its hind legs, with a Zen staff lying horizontally in its arms, and its forelimbs gathered in front of its chest, like arching hands, and like Zen Harmony.

"The dust of the past is gone, and I will be a Buddha in the next life. ”

"Amitabha!"

With the last sound of the Buddha's horn in his mouth, the old fox was petrified and turned into a stone figurine, and there was no more qi, blood and true spirit in it.

Su Musha stood in the distance, looking at the fox stone figurines, very emotional.

In the past, before the Xiaoshui River, he once heard a dragon uncle's saying, saying that it was a conflict with the Tao.

The avenue is competing for the first, and it is difficult to produce one or two people in a generation.

Sometimes this seems to be a thoroughfare road in front of you, but it is also Huangquan Avenue, one step at a time.

Today it is Su Musha who kills the old fox, and in the coming day, it may be an unknown person who kills Su Mushao.

Bladed the enemy, Su Musha gave birth to some sad feelings of rabbit death and fox sadness.

The eyes are like golden lanterns, the body is different, the tail is long, the claws are short, and the body is short.

Pounced like a mountaineering tiger, and turned like a predator.

Demons habitually invade people's spirits, and monsters often devour bloody heads.

Gazing at the image carefully, it is an old fox in Zhongshan!

Gathering his mind, Su Musha picked up the storage bag left by the old fox and turned into a light and left.

......

Nanzhan Buzhou, Taiyuan Xianshan.

Su curtain fell from the clouds, and after seeing the Dao Palace on the top of the mountain, in a barren grass, there was a well-dressed mound erected, and the name of Duyun Zi was written on it.

The Blood Corpse Daoist stood beside Su Musha.

"The ancestor of the Ori tribe has never seen me, but he just sent someone to spread the word that this is the fate of the descendants, and the Orio tribe inherited the spirit of the Demon Sect into the world, and this life is the mountain protection tribe of the Demon Sect, and it will not change. ”

"Well, I was lucky, I beheaded the demon monk, I'm afraid this is just the beginning of the chaos, there will be fifteen on the first day of the new year, and I don't know what kind of person will come to kill me in the future......"

Su Musha's voice was hoarse, as if he was saying something insignificant.

"The soldiers will block, the water will come to the earth, if you can kill one demon monk, you can kill the second. ”

Su Musha bowed his head slightly.

"As it should be. ”

The battle of the avenue, thousands of years have brought Su Musha endless fatigue, but it has also sharpened Su Musha's Dao heart, and now he should move forward and be brave and brave.

The Blood Corpse Daoist arched his hand towards Su Musha, and was about to turn around and leave, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly turned around and said.

"By the way, a few days ago...... The Bone Daoist was dyed with divine fire, and was sent to the point of no return by Lu Mizi himself, and Lu Mizi seemed to have fought in his heart, and seven days later, the Tao was in the cave. ”

The Taoist was seriously injured, and he has been cultivating in the mountain behind the sect.

The ghost flower mother-in-law fell into the hands of Xia Yushu.

Cang Junzi was promoted to the head of the Taishang Sect and officially passed on the throne to the throne.

Mo Lizi Chu Han was buried under the five-colored soil in the back mountain, and his life and death are still unknown.

And then there is the situation of this deer millet and the grave Taoist.

Whether it is the Tianjiao of the previous generation, or the old monster, they all have their own lives, and they gradually wither, and they meet their own ends in the golden world.

"Brother Dao, next, it's our turn. ”

Su Musha seemed to say something of gratitude for no reason, and walked straight into the cave.

The years are ruthless, the previous generation has come to an end, and next, it will be the turn of Su Musha's generation.

or rise up, or end like dust.

It is fate, and it is also fate.

......

In the quiet room, Su Musha sat on the cloud bed, gently playing with the old demon fox's storage bag in his hand.

Since the first generation of pseudo-gods was almost killed by the cultivators, there were later generations who incarnated as pseudo-gods, but they no longer occupied the bodies of the cultivators in this realm, but ascended to the graystone altar in the form of humanoid creatures.

They often come to this realm with the natal magic weapons they have cultivated in the past, and with many treasures, heavenly and earthly treasures from the unknown world.

It is true that many false gods after that have become more tricky and difficult to kill, but the gains from cultivation have also become more abundant.

As the words of the Taoist of chess, it is a prosperous realm, and the treasures of heaven and earth are like the number of mud and sand.

The old demon fox's Zen staff has been transformed into a stone figurine along with his body.

Su Musha was looking forward to the harvest in the storage bag.

"Wild Fox Zen ......"

He whispered softly, but expectantly.

Perhaps the wild fox Zen cultivated by this demon fox is not included in the number of Zen Buddhism, has not been banned, has not been shrouded in secrets, and can be harvested in the storage bag.

It's a pity that in the end, Su Musha was still disappointed.

In the storage bag, there is indeed a Buddhist scripture.

There was no such thing as a golden book in that world, so Su Musha couldn't see the clues of this scripture.

Even Su Musha couldn't tell whether it was a Buddhist scripture or not.

It was a scroll made of the skin of a fierce beast, and even if he held it in his hand like this, Su Musha could feel the sharp rules that remained in the scroll, stinging like a needle prick.

Su Musha was indifferent and opened the scroll.

After a few moments, he closed the scroll again.

The words on it were very ancient, and Su Musha suspected that it was in the same vein as the treacherous Sanskrit sound that the old demon fox roared during the previous fight.

This is a brand new text, and after looking at it for a long time, Su Musha has no clue.

Except for an unknown Buddhist scripture, the demon fox's storage bag was full of many rare iron stones.

Over the years, there are also people among the cultivators who have obtained many unheard of Lingtie Immortal Stones, just like Su Musha.

Many people rashly refine these iron stones and refine their magic weapons.

Some of them really benefited, and the magic weapon refined by the realm of Jiedan could actually compete with ordinary baby treasures, and the sharpness of the edge seemed to be able to cut the sky.

But some of them played a bad role, and the iron and stone contained treacherous Taoist rules, which defiled the magic weapon and devoured the monks themselves.

Therefore, Su Musha has always stayed away from these treacherous iron stones.

In the process of flipping, Su Musha's movements suddenly paused, and then he reached out and took out a jade box from the storage bag.

The jade box was engraved with runes, but it was sealed with a fluctuation of aura that Su Musha was very familiar with.

This is the breath of the Ancient Realm.

In silence, Su Musha pinched out a bronze lamp with his backhand.

He didn't speak, he just pinched the Dharma seal in his hand, gathered the Yin and Netherworld Yuan Qi, and kept hitting the lamp.

The bean-sized flame is sometimes distorted, sometimes surging, sometimes low and about to be extinguished.

The soul sound of the mournful screams of the chess Taoist also continued to echo in the quiet room.

After a long time, Su Musha lifted the lamp and placed it in front of the jade box.

The weak soul sound of the chess Taoist came out intermittently.

"Heavenly ...... Green...... Azure Immortal Iron ...... Cast books in iron...... Calligraphy Sutra ......"

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