The eighth master's pig nose was very big, and when he spoke, a stream of air rushed out, directly blowing Zhang Mofan's hair a little messy.

As soon as Zhang Mofan said this, the eighth master became angry again, looked at Zhang Mofan angrily, and said, "Eighth master, if I hadn't been beaten back to my original form, I really wanted to teach you a lesson." ”

"Since you don't know who the eighth master is, then the eighth master I won't sell the guanzi, I am the only demon beast sanctified by the demon among the eight holy beings of ancient times, and later hit the supreme realm, was hit by the catastrophe, was beaten back to its original form, and lost all my strength. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mofan was secretly surprised, he hadn't heard of the slaughter of the Demon Saint, but the Eight Great Saints of the Ancient Ages still existed in the memory of the Qinghuo Holy Saint.

The ancient era of the Zhou Yuan realm can really be traced back to 100,000 years ago.

Unexpectedly, the little pig in front of him was actually the most holy and powerful man in ancient times, and he has survived until now.

"You've lost all your strength, how did you end up here?"

Zhang Mofan asked curiously.

"You eighth master and I were beaten back to my original form, and I don't know how long I was in a coma, and then I followed the Silver Feather Supreme Holy for a few years, who knew that there was a coup d'état, and this Silver Feather Supreme Holy was killed. ”

When the eighth master said this, he also sighed and said, "Boy, are you willing to take the eighth master away?"

"What's the good of taking you away?"

Zhang Mofan couldn't help asking.

"Eighth Master, I am the Demon Slayer, the most holy among the demon beasts, and I can guide you in the cultivation of the fighting soul. ”

The eighth master said proudly.

He knew that many martial artists now focused on the cultivation of martial arts, but did not really cultivate the fighting spirit.

In the past, the fighting spirit that was enough to be proud of everything has now only become an existence that supports the battle.

"The cultivation of the fighting soul?

Zhang Mofan was extremely curious.

"In ancient times, the ratio of fighting spirit and martial arts in strength was five to five, and now, I'm afraid it's two to eight. ”

The eighth master said: "Eighth master, I have followed this silver feather sage, the strength is good, and the fighting soul level is not weak, but the power of the fighting soul is too poor, at the same level, he is definitely not the opponent of the strong in the ancient era, if he cultivates the fighting soul, it is absolutely impossible to be killed." ”

"Since you're so powerful, why don't you run away by yourself?"

Zhang Mofan continued to ask.

This little pig, who calls himself the eighth master, doesn't look like a coax, judging by his words and deeds, he should be a strong party.

"Eighth Master, I was beaten back to my original form now, I was just about to cultivate, I hid beside this Silver Feather Supreme, I was affected, and I was seriously injured again, and now, I don't dare to go out of this canyon. ”

The eighth master shook his head, and felt in his heart that his fate was very bumpy, and he was a dignified generation of demon saints, and he actually ended up like this.

"The miasma around this Demon Valley is indeed powerful, even a martial artist of the True Qi Realm may not dare to go deep here, since you want to follow me, I have a condition. ”

Zhang Mofan said lightly.

"On what terms?"

The eighth master moved in his heart and couldn't help asking.

"You must be my spirit animal!"

Zhang Mofan said directly.

"What?"

The eighth master was furious, glaring at Zhang Mofan angrily, thinking that he slaughtered the demon saint in a dignified manner, and actually wanted to become a human spirit beast, which was a great shame.

"I said, don't put your nose at me, my hair is being blown by you again. ”

Zhang Mofan cut his hair and said: "However, if you don't agree, forget it, I think, there will be no one here for more than ten years and a hundred years, and even if you come, maybe you will be roasted and eaten." ”

"I ............."

The eighth master just wanted to scold, but found that he didn't seem to be able to take advantage, and said: "Okay, eighth master, I will become your spirit beast, but if you say it first, I will not obey any of your orders." ”

Although the eighth master said this, he had his own plans in his heart, as long as he used this kid to cultivate his strength first, even if he forcibly terminated the contract, it was not impossible.

Next, they began to sign a master-servant contract, and Zhang Mofan dropped a drop of essence blood directly into the heart of the eighth master's eyebrows, and completed a master-servant contract of a spirit beast.

In the future, this former demon slaughtering saint is Zhang Mofan's spirit beast, and he must not disobey Zhang Mofan's intentions.

"Now, you have become my spirit animal, I have three requirements for you, first, in front of me in the future, you can only call yourself me, and I call you Xiaoba, second, you must walk on four feet in front of people, and third, don't put your nose at me. ”

Zhang Mofan said three conditions in a row, and it can be said that each condition has broken through the bottom line of the eighth master.

In ancient times, those strong people, which one of them saw him and didn't call him the eighth master?

He slaughtered the Demon Saint in a dignified manner, and actually let him walk on four feet?

As for his nose, which junior didn't want to suck his snort?

However, in order to be able to leave, he also gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you." ”

"What about this Silver Feather Most Holy?"

Zhang Mofan looked at the silver-armored man on the side and asked instead.

"Hey, I'll follow him for a few years, so I'll bury him, otherwise, in a few years, he will definitely become a corpse beast. ”

The eighth master sighed, feeling a pity for the Silver Feather Supreme, such a strong man, if he didn't protect the prince, he would not have fallen.

Now, sixteen years later, I don't know if the prince is dead or alive.

"Good!"

Zhang Mofan took out the sinking sand and slashed it on the ground a few times, which was to dig a big pit.

When the Silver Feather Holy was put into the pit, he buried it with earth and spread some weeds with it, so that nothing could be seen.

"Boy, you're not bad, and besides, you're only able to enter the valley realm fourfold, what do you rely on?"

The eighth master asked.

"True Gang Body!"

Zhang Mofan said slowly: "I used the qi of those Zhengang powerhouses to refine the body of Zhengang, and those miasma can't help me." ”

"You can actually know the method of refining Gang Qi, it seems that I underestimated you. ”

The eighth master had his nose facing the sky, and he didn't dare to point at Zhang Mofan.

"Go, you follow me, and I'll make the way for you. ”

Now, there is no point in continuing to stay in the Sealed Demon Valley.

Zhang Mofan took the eighth master and walked out of the Sealed Demon Valley directly.

"Hahahaha, Eighth Master, I'm finally out!"

The eighth master laughed a few times, his big eyes stared at Zhang Mofan, flashed a fierce light, and said, "Boy, just because you still want to be the master of your eighth master, I can kill you now." ”

He rushed over directly, and a punch blasted out, and the speed was extremely fast, and the powerhouses of the ordinary Bigu Realm might not be able to react.

However, Zhang Mofan punched out and smashed it on the pig nose of the eighth master, and the nose of the eighth master was crooked, and he wailed and flew out.

The eighth master crashed into a big tree at the mouth of the Sealed Demon Valley, and then slid down like a dead pig.

"Slaughtering the Demon Saint, that's it!"

Zhang Mofan clapped his palms and shook his head, he accepted this pig as a spirit animal, and he really didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.