The old demon didn't speak, still tilted his head, just opened his eyes, stared at the top of his head, as if he was looking at something, but there was nothing but darkness, and his breathing was gradually getting heavier, as if the words of the wind and bamboo did not bring him a trace of comfort, he was still worried.

Feng Shuzhu understood that no words at this moment could persuade the old demon, and the fierce confrontation of hundreds of years was better than any eloquence, so he changed his words and said: "In this way, it came here before you." ”

The old demon of the silverfish turned his inflexible eyes, still staring at the darkness above his head, and said lightly as if with recollection: "Back then, the silverfish scattered and disturbed the surrounding mortals, in fact, it was caused by it driving away silverfish here, naturally, this pile of treasures is also its." ”

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he inevitably glanced at the silverfish beside him again, and said, "It seems that someone deliberately spread the news of the treasure, but in fact, it is to use the power of the person who stole the treasure to consume your strength and release it as soon as possible." ”

The old demon still closed his eyes, nodded, and said, "Even if I have already seen it through, what can I do, who in the world would believe the words of a half-human, half-worm monster, and no one will come to help me." ”

Hearing this, Feng Shuzhu raised his eyebrows, and said: "Feng can help you, outside the Kongjue Temple, Guiyun Temple, and countless righteous path sword immortals, I am afraid that they have already started a war with the demon path who came here." ”

When the old demon heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and he sat up again, and said suspiciously: "Is this true?"

Feng Shuzhu's expression was awe-inspiring, and his eyebrows were full of heroic spirit, and he said: "A gentleman's word." ”

The old demon seemed to find it difficult to accept the news for a while, bowed his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "Hearing this promise, this seat is deeply grateful, but I can't hide it, I have run out of oil." ”

At this time, Feng Shuzhu noticed that the lower limbs of the old demon were constantly oozing with fluid, and his body was indeed shriveled down a lot compared to the previous few times, more like a skinny old man.

Feng Shuzhu's subtle emotional changes all fell in the eyes of the old demon, he laughed miserably, and said: "There is nothing to regret, the way of heaven is irreversible, I have lived long enough, not to mention that my long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, I can be buried in this treasure mountain with her, what more can I ask for." After speaking, the eyes of the old demon were full of love, and his hands kept stroking the golden coffin beside him, like an iron-clad tough guy, carefully putting away the lock of hair on his beloved's forehead, gentle and careful.

Later, the old demon said, "Let me finish this last battle alone." After speaking, he raised his head, his eyes were firm and resolute, like a brave man who was going to die, and then his voice lowered again, and said: "It's just that I still have a reluctant feeling, and I hope that the wind young man can be fulfilled, and the wind young man can keep the remains of this silverfish, so that it can continue to multiply, and it is not in vain that they have accompanied me for so many years." ”

Feng Shuzhu watched the old demon with a gloomy expression, at this moment, in his eyes, the old demon seemed to have become a white-haired general in his twilight years, with staggering steps, Ti Sharp Blade came to the appointment, to complete the last section of the battlefield alone.

Just when the old demon was about to speak again, the mutation was steep, and in the dark abyss behind the old demon, there was a muffled sound, which was distant and grand, and it reached the ear drums, which made people throb, and clearly felt the blood flowing backwards, and the five abdomen and six organs rolled.

The silverfish around the two of them, the sound of "rustling" was even worse, with the muffled sound approaching the ground, the silverfish became more and more restless, and later, with a loud "buzzing" sound, the whole silverfish swarm flew up, forming a green Milky Way, circling around Baoshan.

As if in response, the darkness followed closely, and there were several muffled sounds, as if they were demonstrating, and the tense atmosphere instantly filled the entire space.

The old demon sat up straight, stared at his eyes, stopped speaking, and danced the tentacles in front of him, his expression was solemn and abnormal, as if he was facing a great enemy.

At the same time, the muffled sound gradually moved from the abyss, and an invisible sense of oppression slowly came, and in the darkness, there seemed to be some kind of giant beast stepping on the thunderous sound, ready to come out.

At this critical moment, the old demon jumped up, standing on top of the treasure mountain in the air, his face was majestic and martial, the wide black cloak behind him fluttered with the wind, and the long tentacles around his body continued to dance, like a commanding general, stretched out one arm, and then let out a short and sharp whistle in his mouth.

When the silverfish heard the sound, they were like an army, and their movements were neatly turned into one, and they turned their spearheads neatly, facing the dark abyss, flapping their wings vigorously, ready to attack.

A moment later, as if the formation was completed, a long whistle sounded from the mouth of the old demon of the silverfish, and the army of silverfish rushed forward bravely without fear after receiving the order to charge.

Then from the abyss, there was a loud roar like a cow's moo, as if some kind of behemoth was resisting, and the sound of crashing, rolling, and collapsing came together, and the sound was thrilling.

Feng Shuzhu also felt the ground under his feet tremble again, although it was not as good as the outside of the cliff, but it was still deeply surprising, and there were gusts of wind blowing in front of him, with a fishy smell, hitting the mouth and nose, making it difficult to open people's eyes.

The old demon standing in the sky on the treasure mountain, his face was grim, his eyes were staring ahead, like a battle-hardened general, in front of the three armies, judging the situation, the whistle in his mouth was fast and slow, high and low, left and right.

Those silverfish are also accompanied by whistles, or rush or retreat, or advance or stop, left and right take turns, although each charge will lose many of its kind, but those silverfish are like savage fighters coming from the wilderness, without flinching, without hesitation to charge, as long as they receive the order, they will march forward, desperately forward, their ferocity can not help but be staggering, they are the journey of the bear, is the division of the tiger and wolf.

They are separated into thin individuals, but once combined, they become a huge monster, it wields its long tentacles, tears and fights with each other, even if it is beaten to the flesh and flesh, but it never knows how to retreat, it roars like a fierce god, the loud sound of "Weng rumbling" rolls like an angry thunder, it is angry in its chest, its eyes are wide open, the green tendons in its forehead are bulging with the whirring breath, it has the heart of death that will not defeat the other party and never give up.

Feng Shuzhu saw it in his eyes, and gradually, he had some respect for these silverfish, but his expression was inevitably worried, such a fierce army, seeing that it was exhausted, it can be imagined that the monster inside the abyss was terrifying and powerful.

The roar of the cow moo, shocking the soul, followed by bursts of bloody rain, gradually, in the eyes of Feng Shuzhu, this is no longer a battle, but a tragic suicide attack, a desperate farewell, and even a feeding performance.

In less than a stick of incense, those silverfish have been reduced by more than one-third, the old demon of the silverfish is standing in the air, his whole body is trembling, his lower limbs are constantly flowing with body fluids, he gasps heavily, because of the invisible sense of oppression, a red blood flows from the corner of his mouth, he is gritting his teeth and insisting, and even making preparations for the final death, he is like a gambler with red eyes, knowing that he is losing, but he still presses all as always.

After a few rounds of confrontation, when there were not many silverfish left, the old demon of the silverfish "poof", spewed out a stream of blood mist from his mouth, and his body instantly lost its balance, fell down, and fell to the golden coffin with a "bang".

And at the same moment, there was also a long cow moo in the abyss, like a long sigh, but also like helplessness, and then, the wind and waves subsided, inside, calm was restored again, the darkness returned to the previous mystery, and the terrible monster was repelled again.

The old demon fell on the golden coffin, laughed miserably, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, glanced at the few silverfish left under Baoshan, and turned his gaze to Feng Shuzhu, smiled bleakly, and said sadly: "Feng Shaoxia, I have exhausted my strength, and the rest of the matter depends on you." After speaking, his strong head fell heavily and fell on the golden coffin, his pair of inhuman strange claws, holding on to the coffin lid, hugging all of him, hugging all of him, and then there was no longer any nostalgia, and slowly closed his eyes.

With a loud "boom", the ground under the treasure mountain suddenly collapsed, and a huge black water gushed out from the ground, swallowing all the treasures, together with the old demon lying on the golden coffin, in an instant.

Strings of bubbles continued to roll out from the depths of the black water, and when they rose to the surface of the water, they were shattered one by one, just like a person's dream, whether it was good or bad, whether it was beautiful or bad, when the time came, when it reached the top, it would dissipate.

The bubbles that burst in the black water, constantly producing tiny ripples, slowly whistling made of a bird's leg bones, gently sent to the shore, it is like a lantern of dreams, in the night when no one is around, it is gently put down, after waves, and finally arrives at the other side, the water waves rise and fall, quietly waiting for the destined person.

Feng Shuzhu stood in place, looking at the pool of black water, standing quietly for a long time, before taking an unusually heavy step, slowly walking to the edge of the black water, in the dark and deep water, his dignified face was reflected, and he saw him leaning down and reaching out to pick up the floating whistle.

All around, there was a deathly silence, as if there was the sound of the fight just now, still echoing, all of them, although they were silent, but the killing intent in their hearts was surging.

The wind sparse bamboo face sank like water, the corners of his mouth moved twice, after all, he didn't speak, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the darkness in the abyss, and walking slowly.

Behind him, there was a sound of "Weng rumbling", which followed.