Having made up his mind to "exchange information" with a disciple of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Demon Seventy-two never felt that he was seeking skin with the tiger.

He even has some pity for "Zhang Dou", being a man and doing this job, isn't it just a sure thing to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?

The demon clan looks down on the human race and feels that the latter is too hypocritical, accounting for most of the reason. The human race in the world, up to the power of the five realms, down to the ants of the mortal world, which one is not more important than life?

The news of the death of a sword immortal soldier who couldn't hit with eight poles spread, regardless of whether he recognized it or not, the whole world would follow the mourning all over the field, as if he didn't cry a few times, he wouldn't be able to live. The funny thing is that those people, when their parents ate bran vegetables, they didn't shed a few sad tears.

An unrelated sword immortal soldier can still be like this, a person who deceives his teacher and destroys his ancestors, can he end well? Wherever he goes, he must not be pointed at his nose and poked his backbone?

Killing people is not enough, punishing the heart is the best policy.

Thinking of the tragic fate of "Zhang Dou" in the future, Demon Seventy-two's face was silent, and he felt a lot of relief.

He showed a knowing smile, and the little unhappiness of "Zhang Dou" disturbing his good deeds was instantly thrown out of the clouds:

Isn't it just seven inconsequential clones? Kill and kill, it's better than some people, and for the rest of your life, you will have to walk on the road of the world, and it will be difficult.

Demon Seventy-two was ordered by the master to go down the mountain to disturb the hearts of the people in the world, and he always acted carefully, using the bat clan's instinct to hide in the darkness to the fullest.

After he came down from the mountain that year, he was not so arrogant that he immediately took action, but incarnated more than a dozen identities and fought in the court and market of the four northern countries. With your eyes and heart, you don't do anything at first, just use different identities to drill into the whirlpool of various battles, and see more and learn more.

Thirty or fifty years have passed in a flash, and he thinks that he has made small achievements in learning, although it is not as good as the vertical and horizontal family of the Zongheng family, but disturbing the courts of several countries is just a trivial matter.

Closer, just like the country of Qiu Ying and the country of Yelang have been fighting for many years, and the recent war is in full swing, it is inseparable from the organization he formed: the Qionglin Society.

For so many years, he was cautious and left few traces. Even if the four northern countries were stirred into a pot of porridge by him, who knew that behind the Qionglin Society, it was him, the Six Realms Bat Demon, who was remotely controlled?

It can be seen that his ability is really not weak, he can be vertical and horizontal, good at concealment, and Qi cultivation Kung Fu is also very good, compared to his master who has been dormant for thousands of years, he is almost a thousand years old.

It can be said that "soliciting" Zhang Dou with his deity is definitely the most daring thing he has done.

But Demon Seventy-two doesn't feel that he is big, he has been messing around in the world for many years, and he knows that the human race is a paper tiger, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

When it comes to scratching his tongue, he's the one who controls everything, and he's certainly not playing with fire. The reason why that "Zhang Dou" hasn't gone to his grave to jump is all because he left a dog alive.

Demon Seventy-two's thoughts turned a thousand times in his heart, "Poor Zhang Dou is still overjoyed, taking pleasure in stepping on a Six Realms demon clan, not knowing that his tragic fate has been properly arranged."

Demon Seventy-two is full of confidence in the great cause of the demon clan, it's not that our demon clan is too forbearing, it's really a human race, enough mud can't support the wall.

In the words of one of his senior brothers, the demon was relieved to see that the human race was not enterprising.

Not only that, but for the subjugation of the human race, the Trapping Mountain Demon Cave can be said to be a jewel in front.

In the demon cave, a young man from Longhu Mountain was captured, and on cultivation as a bearing, it was just six words, which was convincing.

But such an iron-clad and outstanding young man, who was praised by the master as a promising young man, after being detained with a soul and a soul, hung his life with a great supplement, smashed his fingers and toe joints with a trace, and then broke her limbs inch by inch, didn't he also surrender more than a dog?

Master often said that the human race is a despicable race, and it has a body that is naturally suitable for cultivation, but most of them have done nothing in their lives, so it is better to be a pig and dog again.

Demon Seventy-two deeply believed in Master's words, so he was not afraid that Zhang Dou would set off any storms, it was nothing more than to screw off his head now, or a few days later, or a few years later.

With this method of self-comfort, no matter how Mu Yun scolded him, Demon Seventy-two would only treat it as the young man and bury the hymn he sang before. Obediently, I beat gongs and drums on my own mourning hall, and I have to be energetic.

Mu Yun stepped on the door of the demon seventy-two and danced, and the first question was: "Old seventy-two, are you still not a child?"

Demon Seventy-two skimmed the top of his head with an indescribable gaze, but fortunately, Mu Yun coughed and asked, "Don't think too much, Lao Tzu is not a rabbit master." I want to ask if you have a good match?"

Demon Seventy-Two was stunned, what kind of problem is this? But in his mind, a figure flashed in an instant, it was a cold Medusa, from the Ten Peerless Abyss, he had seen it a few times from afar. She has a graceful smile, which is different from other demons.

"Not really. Demon Seventy-Two hesitated.

"That's it, at least unrequited love. Mu Yun accurately caught the pause in the words of the demon seventy-two, and he smiled and said, "It's good to have it, otherwise I really don't know what gift to give you." ”

"What gift?"

"It's okay, it's just a hat, you don't have to be grateful to Dade, and you don't have to take it to heart. ”

Mu Yun's next sentence made Demon Seventy-Two faintly regretful, he took off his shoes, sat down on top of Demon Seventy-two's head, and muttered, "This question doesn't count, ask it again." ”

Demon Seventy-two admits that he has seen a lot of people, who are stubborn and pedantic, and they can never become a big thing, even if Wenqu Xing goes down to earth?

And a person with outstanding ability, informality, and a lively mind will never be a simple character, if you add a thick skin, this person must be amazing.

......

No more, no less, Mu Yun asked fifteen questions in a row, some of which sounded very brainless and disdainful of guessing his true intentions, such as: "Your master, is it a sow demon? This guy, can a litter give birth to two hundred and fifty piglets?"

Some questions, like a murderous sword, are sharp: "Tell me the truth, is the true monarch of your family the remnant of the demon clan of the ancient war?

There was a question in it, when Mu Yun asked, his tone was very flat, but Demon Seventy-two heard it in a cold sweat in his ears: "Hanguang, have you heard of it?"

What the hell, which is the question that should be asked in the Three Realms!

Fifteen questions were asked, Mu Yun either smashed Huanglong directly, or knocked on the side, Demon Seventy-two was not a fool, he didn't say a word of truth.

But who is his opponent, it is Mu Yun, a person who is extremely good at seeing the subtleties, a little villain with a black belly in the immortal cultivation world, what difference does it make if he tells the truth or not.

It's like the enemy asking you, hey, the stupid son of the landlord's family (zei), is there any surplus food at home?

Is there really a yes answer? If there is no answer, there really is no?

The answer is not only in the words, but also in the slow tone, mental activity, body language, and the words written on the face.

Mu Yun saw it with his own eyes, and it was a game in which a winner had the opportunity to have the last laugh, so he was determined not to be a bad person since he was a child.

It's more difficult to be a slut, if a slut wants to live a long time, he has to control everything, the four words of the grass snake gray line sound profound and distant, but it is a compulsory course for sluts.

The answers of Demon Seventy-two, under Mu Yun's careful patchwork, magnified some clues, filtered most of the obscuring things, and the remaining clues were most of the truth!

After Mu Yun got all the answers, he said bitterly: "Old seventy-two, you beasts, are you uncomfortable hiding in the cave to survive?"

On the forehead of the demon seventy-two, cold sweat kept oozing out. As far as he knew, Master, as the remnant of the demon clan left over from the ancient war, was the top combat power in this continent, and few knew about it.

Before going down the mountain, the master repeatedly told the demon clan in southern Toad, which had been suppressed for thousands of years, waited for a whole thousand years before waiting for a chance to turn over. Therefore, those of them who do things must be tight-lipped, who dares to leak the news before the general trend, the master must peel and cramp it with his own hands, and practice the soul to be the wick of the 10,000-year-old lamp.

Mu Yun said to himself: "What about the cold light, what about the fairy realm? Isn't it still like a dog, suppressed for a thousand years?"

After listening to Mu Yun's two words one after another, Demon Seventy-two's heart was like the sky was shattering, and he asked a fart, Lao Tzu's secrets were all clear to him!

Mu Yun sat down on top of his head and said with a smile: "Old Seventy-two, have you caught a man named Qiuhao? When the time comes, I will have to thank you for teaching such a kind disciple as you, and telling me your shady plan, I don't know how many people will be rescued!"

"Presumptuous!"

Demon Seventy-two suddenly appeared in its main body, a huge bat with a height of 100 feet, exuding a shivering cold air all over its body. Even the autumn sun has become cold.

After chatting with Mu Yun for a few words, the regret and apprehension in his heart were like a river bursting its banks in an instant.

He was murderous!

Grab a fart tongue and let that kid toss again, he must be the fastest dead brother among the brothers!

He made a lightning attack, two huge claws, blinked the young man who was holding an umbrella in the thunderclouds, grabbed it in his hand, pinched his upper body with one hand, pinched his lower body with the other, twisted it in the opposite direction, broke his waist into two, and his intestines and intestines flew out!

——

The next moment, an aggrieved voice sounded in the ears of Demon Seventy-two: "What kind of trouble is this, scare Lao Tzu to death!"

Demon Seventy-two's face was as gloomy as water, because the half of the corpse in his left and right hands had each turned into half a talisman.

And the boy who should have died was still holding an umbrella, and the sword was suspended in the air, intact.

However, this time, Mu Yun did not retreat four or five miles in one breath, he just kept a distance of 100 meters from Demon Seventy-two, and the expression on his face was puzzled: "Evil animal! Who licked his face and said that he should be kind in doing business, and pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other? I finished asking, you should have continued to ask, you asked, I won't not tell you, why do you turn your face." ”

Demon Seventy-two looked at the guy who was aggrieved and pretending to be stupid, and felt more and more that this little thief was not simple, and if this thief was not removed, it would become a big disaster!

Mu Yun smiled: "The sneak attack just now, the master doesn't care about you." If you dare to do it again, I will have to go to the Demon Cave True Monarch and sue you for deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors. ”

"Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor?"

The demon seventy-two sneered, this is not us, a trick for that kid?

Before he started again, Mu Yun took out a large pen and blank rune paper, and hurriedly wrote the three big words "Battle-free Card".

He held the "war-free card" in both hands, and persuaded him with good words: "Little seventy-two, before you start, I advise you to think clearly! You are an ant in the Six Realms, and you can beat me as a Great Sword Immortal in the Three Realms?"

The little thief is not slippery, and the demon seventy-two is really afraid that he will slip away, and there will be endless troubles, so he is not in a hurry to do it, he is waiting for an opportunity.

Mu Yun "mistakenly thought that the demon seventy-two didn't dare to do it", and still persuaded bitterly: "The Buddha said that meeting is fate, and I can't bear to see you disappear." ”

"Why don't I show you a way, go to my name, and abandon the darkness and turn to the light from now on?"

Demon Seventy-two sneered, in the future, the demon clan will recover the land of a continent, I will be the meritorious demon of the ancestor and the master in the near future, you are a little bastard of the Three Realms, what benefits can you give me?

Mu Yun put away the umbrella and said solemnly: "Don't sneer, listen to me!"

"Let's not say that if you mess with them, you won't be able to escape the fate of being crushed by the saints of the three sects and shattered by the primordial spirit. Even if they can make it, how much credit can you have?"

"Pinpin, your name, Demon Seventy-two, is not as good as Xiong Daxiong Er, whose grandmother would give her child this kind of name?"

"Your name is a great omen! When you hear it, it smells like cannon fodder. ”

"Full of nonsense!" Demon Seventy-two, his mouth sternly refused, but his heart was a little erratic, he unconsciously recovered his humanoid heart, and most of the strong killing intent dissipated.

In fact, deep down in his heart, what "Zhang Dou" said seems to have some truth.

The corners of Mu Yun's mouth curled, flickering with the demon, the fun was endless...

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