What makes people feel the difference between Dao cultivation and demon cultivation?

It's not the rumors that those demonic cultivators are wanton and unscrupulous, and it's not that they are monks who have been entrenched in such a harsh environment as the West Pole all year round.

But at this moment, countless demonic qi filled the underground palace, surrounding them.

This cold, raging, and violent aura made every inch of Cheng Zhaozhao's skin cry out uncomfortable.

Demon energy and aura are fundamentally different from each other.

The deflated Liu Fat Man looked depressed, sitting beside Yunxiang with his shoulders drooping and not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Zhaozhao was also extremely close to Yun Xiang, because a barrier appeared around him, and those demonic qi automatically bypassed the square inch around him, and continued to pour into the shadows on the high platform.

I don't know how long it took, the demonic qi dissipated, and Ling Tuan's injuries were healed.

Jing Youhua has been paying close attention to Ling Tuan's movements, and she also said to Yun Xiang for the first time: "Little monk, you can start." ”

Yun Xiang got up, but instead of immediately walking onto the high platform, he asked, "Before that, I hope that the seniors will tell you why you killed the Yuanying Monk of Condor City?"

Jing Youhua suddenly looked over coldly: "What do you mean?"

Liu Fatzi came back to his senses, got up and pulled down Yunxiang's sleeve, and then said: "Senior, let's talk well, but don't do it." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao saw that Liu Fatzi's hand behind his back kept gesturing at her, and he was puzzled for a while, so he just stepped forward and said: "Senior Mirror, Master Yun is a Buddhist cultivator, emphasizing cause and effect. If the sixth senior brother killed the Yuanying senior surnamed Meng, it would be evil. Then, he will definitely not help. ”

"Uh-huh, that's right. Fat Liu grinned.

Although Jing Youhua's face remained unchanged, the sharpness in her eyes had disappeared, and she said, "This matter doesn't need to be explained by Ling Protector, that person should be damned......"

It's night.

A cloud of demonic energy appeared on the viewing platform where Ling Tuan was, and the moment Jing Youhua appeared, he was excited: "Ling Protector, it's really you!"

There are countless monks in Condor City, and naturally there are demon cultivators among them.

And what happened in the City Lord's Mansion had already spread throughout the entire Condor City, and even more so, there were some shadow talismans of what happened at that time.

Amazingly, the appearance of the red-clothed high-ranking monk was also widely spread.

Jingyou Huaben didn't care about this matter, but as soon as she heard that the red-clothed demon cultivator, the ghost sent the god to come to Condor City.

Ling Tuan was not surprised by the arrival of Jingyouhua.

"I knew you weren't dead!" Jing Youhua's somewhat excited mood gradually subsided after seeing Ling Tuan's indifferent expression.

"Are you here to see that I'm not dead and then come to kill me with my own hands?" Ling Tuan leaned on the railing of the observation deck, said nonchalantly.

Jing Youhua's hands tightened, and said, "Ling Protector, you misunderstood, what happened back then-"

Ling Tuan interrupted: "What happened back then, it's over, you don't need to say much. You just need to remember that there is no Ling Protector in the West Pole, and I am no longer a monk of the Demon Sect Palace. ”

Jing Youhua was stunned for a moment and muttered, "Isn't it a monk from the Demon Sect Palace?"

Once upon a time, their two protectors dominated the Western Pole, and no matter who saw them, they were respectful.

They are even more tacit partners, in their leisure time in the Demon Sect Palace, they go in and out of the nameless land, explore the dangerous place of the Demon Abyss in the dark realm, and live and die for hundreds of years.

Jing Youhua once thought that this was her dearest existence.

But nowadays, things are not people?

Jing Youhua took away all her expressions, regained her cold and glamorous demeanor, and said, "I will definitely find out what happened back then and give you an explanation." ”

Ling Tuan's eyes changed slightly, but he was silent.

At this moment, a loud laugh suddenly came from under the tower.

"Haha, a beauty is a beauty, hiccup! That Biyi... It's still too much worse. A rough voice, as if drunk, spoke with some pauses.

Another coquettish female cultivator's voice came: "Senior Meng, who is Biyi, how come we have never heard of it?"

"Haha...... Biyi is the Sword Monarch of Dongling, and I saw him on Tianchuhui many years ago... Born is beautiful, beautiful, if you can embrace him in your arms, then ......"

"Senior Meng, you can't be talking about the legendary Peerless Sword Cultivator of the Cangjian Sect, right? That's a male cultivator, you won't be good at this, right?"

"Huh...... What's wrong with the male cultivator, how can a male cultivator become a sword monarch on the Finger Heaven Peak like that, who knows how he hooked up...... If he were in front of me right now, I would still ...... Ah, who!"

When Jing Youhua reacted, Ling Tuan's figure had long since disappeared, and the sound of fighting Fa soon appeared underneath.

......

Cheng Zhaozhao didn't expect that it was because of Senior Brother Biyi that Senior Brother Sixth killed the monk.

The temper of the sixth senior brother suddenly reminded her of what the senior sister said: Xiao Tuan is just one sentence, and the six relatives don't recognize it, but only recognize the teacher.

Whoever insults the monks on the Heavenly Peak, no matter who they are, will pay a terrible price.

Jing Youhua continued: "That surnamed Meng is a well-known lewd monk in the south, I don't know how many things he has done to harm the female cultivator, little monk, you have to find a cause and effect, that Ling Protector is also doing the right thing for heaven." ”

Liu Fatzi also nodded: "I can testify to this! Little Master, that guy is a loose cultivator with no sect or sect, but his cultivation is high, and his whereabouts are secretive, no one can do anything to him for so many years." ”

Yun Xiang said a Buddha word, and then sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting words in his mouth.

After a while, there was a golden light shining on the high platform, and a muffled snort was heard.

Because he wanted to eliminate the Sanskrit Buddha seal on Ling Tuan's body, he could not use his demonic qi to resist, and he could only rely on his own will to bear this soul-burning pain.

The body in the shadows trembled violently, but there was no sound after that.

Jing Youhua stared at the top of the head, and the whole person's expression was tense to the extreme, as if she was being robbed at this moment.

Cheng Zhaozhao and Liu Fatzi stepped aside and did not disturb them.

"Liu Fat, do you still have a magic core on you?"

"Yes. Liu Pang took out a storage bag, which contained hundreds of magic cores the size of peanuts.

"So small, are you that big?"

Liu Pang gasped: "What do you want? It's so big, but it's only available on the Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator, where can I find so many Infant Demon Cultivators?"

"Thank you. Cheng Zhaozhao accepted the bag of demon cores and said, "How many spirit stones do these demon cores get?"

"Don't talk to me about spirit stones, hurt feelings. ”

"Then you don't have to say anything. ”

Liu Fatzi was overjoyed: "I have it, but let's talk about it later, now wait for your sixth senior brother to recover from his injury, he has this thing or not." ”

After more than half an hour, Yun Xiang finally stopped chanting, said a Buddha word, and got up.

Ling Tuan's spirit on the high platform was greatly lifted, and countless demonic qi surged out.