In the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range, it is now overcrowded, on top of a boulder in the deepest part of the mountain range, Murong stands with his hands in his hands, and behind him stands the eight great protectors who followed him back then, and most of the old-timers who have returned from the past have also sat in some caves in the mountain range.

Today happens to be the half-year period that was said in the past, and it is a good day for the Demon Sect to reappear in the rivers and lakes, at this time, Murong has a depressed breath in his heart, there is more than ten years of forbearance, and there is the helplessness of the young sister who died but succumbed to serve the thief, Murong took a long breath, turned to look at the eight people behind him, and after those eight people, there were countless Demon Sect disciples kneeling on one knee waiting for him to give orders.

Murong's slender eyebrows narrowed slightly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he was waiting for the Western Desert Demon Seed that he had awakened but still hadn't seen, there were clouds in the air many times, Murong's patience had been honed very well in the past ten years, he listened to the sound of the wind, looked into the distance and watched the crowd like grass, dancing with the wind, he remembered those people in the Demon Sect he had seen many years ago, or the self who had succumbed to serve the thief for more than ten years.

Suddenly, the crowd like a blade of grass began to shake violently, not to mention Murong, even the eight protectors after Murong began to raise their heads, looking at the variables in the distance that they didn't know what they were, there was a giant shark between the crowds, which dispersed the tide, and the purple shirt moved quickly, bringing a strong smell of blood, the smell of blood was not only the lives that had been stained on her body, but also her own, there was blood on her body, and the purple shirt was bloody, which was even more demonic.

And there was a strong wind behind the woman, the wind was full of energy, and under the urging of the energy, the crowd was blown away by the rain and wind, not to mention the commotion of the crowd, and there was a long knife behind the energy, the long knife was red, and there was a sound next to it, like a ghost whistling, and the knife seemed to be ownerless, but it obviously pointed to the purple shirt.

"Humph!"

The woman's voice was pleasant, and a mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth, and the blood became a mist, it seemed that the blood knife was caught in the blood mist and could not come out, but there was a tearing sound in the mist, Murong's squinted eyes opened and stared round, one hand became a claw, there was a strong wind in the claws, and the wind came out, blowing away the blood mist, and the blood knife was stalemate.

After all, the blood knife was sacrificed by people, it was an ownerless thing, and it was frozen in the air for about half a pillar of incense, no longer trembling, and it was fixed in mid-air, and the corners of Murong's mouth were already a little bloodshot, and the eight protectors stared at Murong with a look of horror in their eyes.

"Sect Master!" the eight of them said in unison, blocking in front of Murong, with hostility on their faces, hostile to the purple shirt.

Looking at the blood knife condensed in the air, Murong raised his hand and stopped the eight people behind him, the purple-shirted woman looked at Murong, knelt down on one knee respectfully, the veil fell off her face, the woman's color was overwhelming, even with Murong's heart, she couldn't help but feel a wave in her heart, and secretly praised a good look!

"Don't act rashly, this woman is one of the true demons I call. ”

Hearing Murong's words, whether it was the Dharma protector or the crowd that had just stabilized, they all subconsciously lowered their heads, hugged their fists and handed them to this woman, the so-called true demons are all descendants of the Demon Sect who were willing to dedicate themselves to achieving a demonic heart when they were young.

These Demon Sect backbones who returned to the Demon Sect after the re-establishment of the Demon Sect were all extremely loyal and attached to the Demon Sect, and they all had sincere admiration for this purple-shirted true demon.

Murong didn't pay attention to everyone, he had a strange feeling in his heart, this true demon who was summoned by himself, for some reason, he always felt a little familiar, and when he saw the blood stains faintly exposed on her body, he felt a trace of sadness and distress.

"Who injured you like this?" Murong frowned slightly, and there was anger in the middle, in his opinion, it was already extremely safe for him to let the true demon take action to kill some of the remnants of the year, but he didn't expect that someone would still dare to resist, and even be able to make the real demon injured, and the blood knife that he practiced and sacrificed almost made himself unable to resist, not to mention, he vaguely felt a trace of familiarity on this long knife, but he didn't want to think about it, a little deep thought, there was a great terror!

"I didn't see that man's face clearly, and I chose to run away the first time I saw him, and his strength was unfathomable. Zishan lowered her head guiltily, but her body involuntarily trembled slightly, still revealing the fear in her heart.

The so-called true demon has broken off seven emotions and six desires, but the fear that still remains in it makes Murong dare not speculate on how high that person's realm is.

But Murong still spoke: "It's okay, you go to the back mountain to find a cave to retreat first, and wait for the wound to heal before leaving the customs." ”

The woman bowed her head, turned around and retreated, although there was blood on her body, she was still like a peerless witch, left behind and independent, ethereal and seductive souls, with war blood on her body, and the weather was still cold.

After the woman returned, the knife was like a marionette, turning into several handwriting in the air: "Murong Xiao'er, when I have time, I will come to repay the grace of bloodbath!"

Murong stared at the blood word in it, and fell into deep thought, at this time, someone came from afar, and the red handwriting dispersed with anger: "Back then, my Wang Qi dared to drive these people away, and today you are allowed to regain a foothold in the Demon Sect, then he dares to come and slap Lao Tzu in the face, and Lao Tzu will demolish him!"

The person who came was the old drunkard, he didn't look as decadent and old as when he was separated from the little drunkard, he was staring at the bloody knife with only the handle of the knife left, and behind his back was the war knife that he once held all over the world, standing alone in the air, his long hair was windless and automatic, although the color was gray and slightly vicissitudes, but it also seemed that his person was more demonic.

Murong looked up at the old drunkard, his eyes were complicated, but before he could speak, he was forced to stop by the old drunkard's gaze and closed his mouth: "Murong, today is the day when the Demon Sect reopens the mountain and establishes the sect, there are still many people waiting below, if it weren't for the fact that there was a little movement on the mountain that made Lao Tzu's hands itch, Lao Tzu would not have gone up the mountain, you move a little faster." After speaking, the old drunkard stretched out his hand, and the hilt of the knife in the air began to fade away.

The vanishing was like quicksand, and the knife gradually dispersed, and under a gust of wind, it dissolved into nothingness.

The old drunkard only glanced at the knife, pointed at it, and then turned back and went down the mountain.

Indeed, today should be a good day for the Demon Sect, thinking of the old men of the Demon Sect who invited them back to Zhenshan, Murong must have a heart in his heart, and shouted: "Everyone, the Demon Sect once stood in the world, and was once as famous as the Academy, the Great Daoguan, the Sword Valley, and the Great Leiyin Temple. ”

After a pause, Murong glanced around, and his eyes suddenly became fanatical: "But now, why did I re-establish the Demon Sect, because the glory of my father's generation back then cannot be forgotten by the world, I summoned you back, and you are willing to return, for this, I am deeply grateful and deeply moved." Today, my Demon Sect reopened the mountain, those who came to worship the mountain, as the master, you will go with me to stand in front of the mountain gate, and resist the enemy with your friends!"

After that, Murong walked slowly, as if he was slow but fast, behind his back, the eyes of the eight protectors were almost fanatical, and they followed, and the Demon Sect went down the mountain together, which was a wonder in the world.

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In the vast Western Desert, the biggest thing at this time is naturally the reopening of the Demon Sect, but Chen Chen, who was walking in the mountains, didn't know about it, that Buddha Muyu seemed to be an idiot who didn't listen to anything outside the window, the only young girl who could have heard this kind of thing in the process of walking the dart, there were peach blossoms in her eyes, staring at the two people who were competing on the side.

To be exact, she was looking at the Muyu monk who had the upper hand and opened and closed between the competitions, gaining the upper hand.

The Muyu monk is a rare Buddha in the Buddhist family, and his Buddha heart is pure, comparable to the Bodhi seed transformed by the famous monk Nirvana.

At this time, the Buddha was staring at his eyes, chanting the Buddha in his mouth, and the Buddha said, "Amitabha." ”

In the voice of the Buddha, there is a great danger, Chen Chen is facing the wooden fish, like a flat boat in the sea, constantly shaking his body, but no matter how the upper body shakes, the lower plate is still slightly bent on the ground with his knees, like a tumbler.

But even the young girl who was watching the battle on the sidelines subconsciously held her breath, and she could clearly see the sweat drops on the foreheads of the two people.

The wooden fish finally closed his mouth, the whole person was like a Dapeng spreading its wings, attacking Chen Chen, the Buddha has an allusion, the Buddha surrendered to the golden-winged Dapeng bird, and created the nine styles of the Dapeng hitting the sky, and the wooden fish is now making this kung fu, and Chen Chen is dueling.

I saw the wooden fish, sometimes probing its claws, sometimes straight fists, sometimes like a golden rooster with an independent side kick, and sometimes like an antelope hanging its horns and a little more ethereal.

In this storm-like offensive, Chen Chen found the feeling of being in the cloud array to practice, his body was ethereal, and it seemed to be extremely slow, but the response to each blow was just right, and he became more and more familiar with the road, and even sometimes before Muyu made a move, his defense was already in place.

If it was the first time that Chen Chen, a martial arts chick, had made a move in the ring at that time, then this time the competition between the two could be said to be the first door to open Chen Chen's martial arts hall.

Mu Yu and Chen Chen made their moves, feeling more and more uncomfortable, feeling like they were in a quagmire, and they couldn't use their strength, but he knew that this kid was just good at defense, and until now there was no counterattack, thinking of what the young girl told him about his performance in the ring at that time, he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.

Could it be that this kid really won't attack, and will only use his strength to suppress people with those opponents who are weaker than him?

Above the realm of a product is the realm of heaven, and those who practice to the extreme of the realm of heaven and man are known as King Kong is not bad, just ask the world, the body of King Kong is not bad, it can be called the first body cultivation, which kung fu can be out of the right of Buddhism?

Although Muyu is a son of the Buddha, he still has anger, just like when King Kong still has angry eyes, when the Buddha is angry, he will no longer suppress his strength.

Chen Chen subconsciously wiped his hands, wanting to swing away from Muyu's attack, but he didn't expect Muyu's claw to grab his right hand this time, Chen Chen, who was caught by Muyu's palm, felt as if he was caught by two iron tongs, and he couldn't shake it, and his heart suddenly panicked.

But she didn't think of a way to deal with it, Mu Yu had already hit Chen Chen's ribs with the back of her palm, and the young girl who was watching the battle on the side only felt that Chen Chen was no different from the broken kite, and the whole person was like a sandbag, falling heavily on the ground, but her eyes were still staring at Mu Yu, watching Mu Yu withdraw her hands, clasping her hands together and groaning, jumping and shouting hello.

"Amitabha, Brother Chen, the little monk couldn't fight for a long time, and he was angry in his heart, and in the end, this man was a little ruthless, don't blame. ”

Hearing this, Chen Chen could only smile bitterly, in fact, in his heart, this competition was already extremely hearty, imagine that as a young child who has just entered the rivers and lakes, who can fight with the Buddhist Buddha for so long like him?

It's just that for some reason, when I heard the young girl cheering for the wooden fish monk, I always felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, Chen Chen secretly thought, could this be what the old drunkard told me to care about a person will be jealous?

Although Chen Chen has been in the world for a long time and seems to have experienced the world, it can be seen from the fact that this innocent heart is still preserved in the world, in fact, he still doesn't understand these so-called feelings and other things, but he has always felt that what the old drunkard said is the most correct truth.

So at this time, Chen Chen began to think, what did the old drunkard say in the next sentence after he finished saying that he was jealous?

It seems that if you eat too much vinegar, you can eat some wine to relieve vinegar, if you eat too much wine, you can also eat vinegar to relieve hangover, after thinking of this sentence, the little drunkard laughed from the bottom of his heart, since the old drunkard left, he has indeed not been able to drink for a long time.

Seeing Chen Chen sitting on the ground in a daze, Mu Yu, who had not received a response, felt embarrassed, and the person who came into contact with this embarrassing dilemma was a young girl.

"Hey, little drunkard, are you going to get knocked down once and never get up again?"

Chen Chen, who came back to his senses, patted his ass and stood up, grinning: "No, I think Brother Muyu's kung fu is good, I am convinced of this defeat, but we have been gone for so many days, not to mention the witch, I didn't even see a few of the uncle's birds, I looked at the smoke rising in those places in the distance, why don't we go and see?"

Thinking that Muyu was a monk after all, Chen Chen couldn't say that he was going to beg for wine in person, after saying this, the little drunkard kept thinking about this sentence, only feeling that what he said was really smart, when he bared his teeth and smiled, he seemed very confident, but he didn't realize that he got up and slapped his ass and spoke, like a sloppy old guy.

"The poor monk thinks that what Brother Chen said also has some truth, if the witch is also hiding in the world and playing a so-called black under the lamp, then wouldn't we be like a headless fly?"

Hearing this, the young girl nodded subconsciously, and the girl who had some unclear feelings for this Western Desert Buddha in her heart just felt that what he said was right, so she responded in a loud voice.

In this way, the three people with the same idea walked towards the place where the smoke rose, but the young girl didn't know Chen Chen's thoughts, and she didn't notice the smug look on Mu Yu's face when he took a step and walked, like a smug child who deceived his parents when he was a child.