Looking at the eight spider legs sticking out from under the human head, the debate monk recited a Buddha horn with a reluctantly face.

Wei Ye didn't care about the compassionate attack of this heretic sect of Buddhism, shook his head and said, "Most of the demon body has been purified, and only this head is still there." If it wants to return to its old body, I don't know how much blood food it will have to hunt. Monk, why bother?"

Without saying a word, Wei Ye shook the tip of the peach gold sword, and a little spark flew out, hitting Wang Liuniang's forehead.

The true fire of Dongyang was ignited, and the scorching fire scorched Wang Liuniang's face, but it couldn't burn the skull for a while, only bursts of screams when the banshee was dying but couldn't die sounded from time to time.

In the end, Xiao Gao couldn't bear it, and gave half a bottle of exorcism holy water, which completely purified the banshee into a puddle of plaster.

Wei Ye walked forward slowly, with a slight self-deprecating smile on his face, and sighed: "It's really time to run out of oil and dry up, and even the power of the Dongyang Sword Zhu is about the same as the head of a candle." ”

The group walked towards the interior of the viewing platform, but they did not need to be guided.

In this viewing platform, where the atmosphere of death is gradually thickening, there is an incomparably pure atmosphere, which is guiding the direction of the group.

This breath seemed to carry a tenacious and lively vitality, which faintly echoed Wei Ye's Dao qi.

So far, Wei Ye has fought against many people and how many demons who have just formed the climate. The breath of people in the martial arts is as solid as a rock, tough as an iron wire, and the breath of a magician is always closely related to the spells and religious systems they practice.

The same is true for monsters, spirits who have just opened their spiritual sense, demons who are greedy for flesh and blood, and their qi is either clear or turbid, floating or sinking. Experienced sorcerers can determine the original body of the youkai, the lurking lair, and even the buried area of the heavenly treasure by relying on the art of looking at qi.

However, this breath is different from people, different from demons, and even the breath of ghosts and gods high above is different from it. It's not overbearing, it doesn't have the innate control of the aura of ghosts and gods, but not being overbearing doesn't mean it's not powerful. On the contrary, Wei Ye felt a natural strength in this pure breath, just like a big mountain, a big river, it doesn't need human reverence and worship, it is naturally there, strong there.

You don't even need to look at the qi, just like a person who looks up and sees a river, doesn't need to carry a telescope, just glance at it, and it's there.

This kind of aura is much stronger than that of the immortal warlock, and it is much stronger than that of the debate monk, even if the real body of Lady Diyi is against it, it is like the difference between mud bricks and mineral crystals.

In the speculation that the immortal warlock had made beforehand, there were disastrous victories and big defeats, but there was no such unexpected variable.

Whether it is a wise man or a wise general, when it comes to implementing the plan, everyone has the most headaches. Wei Ye is naturally vulgar, but this variable, which is too abrupt and powerful, has faintly established a connection with Wei Ye.

Through this connection, Wei Ye clearly sensed that the owner of that breath didn't want to stay here alone, and he was waiting for someone to take him out of here.

The inside of the viewing platform is unusually plain, there is no color on the beam, there is no painting on the building, only occasionally in the corner, you can see a few light pink and blue grass flowers, you can get a glimpse of the daughter's small thoughts. As he went deeper into the viewing platform, Wei Ye could sense that the existence of that aura was getting more and more vivid, but the expression on his face became more and more solemn, as if he was thinking about it and making a choice.

As we went deeper, the floor became cleaner, except for a few more piles of ash in the hallway from time to time, which looked a little unsightly.

The debate monk followed Wei Ye forward, his eyes closed slightly, feeling this more and more distinct purity, and couldn't help but praise slightly: "Master, maybe your luck is very good this time." ”

The sorcerer shook his head, noncommittal.

The story should really go into clichés, just like the old grandfather and grandmother found a beautiful baby from the bamboo when they cut the bamboo, and then worked hard to raise it for a few years, and the unfilial child flew to the upper realm by himself, but did not leave any benefits for the adoptive parents.

But walking in such a cold and lonely way, without bringing a cloud, can actually be regarded as neat. In more stories, the reincarnated generations with great origins have mountain-like enmity and hatred on their bodies, sea-like cause and effect, the benefits can be saved first, and trouble comes much faster than debt collectors.

For example, Ma Wangye Huaguang, such as Nezha, the great god of the Three Altars Sea Society of the Marshal of the Middle Altar, who raised such children, faced with waves of ghost kings, demon kings, and dragon kings who would come to the door...... Then I don't know whether it is the accumulation of virtue in the previous life or the bad life of the third life.

Thinking of these things, Wei Ye finally walked to the wooden door wrapped in iron sheets.

The wooden door was still intact, Wei Ye looked at the door, and then at Sima Ling, thinking of the hardware essence that had been burned and melted in the true fire of the peach thousand gold, so he had to take a deep breath and lift the peach thousand gold up. However, the love of the elders obviously did not infect Sima Ling, and the girl with a double mustache and a bun walked straight to the wooden door, and her body turned around, and she was the iron mountain in a move Baji Boxing.

The wooden door screamed and fell to the ground with a bang, and the opening of the door happened to allow all four members of the adventurer's team to see the situation inside.

"That's a ......"

This is the emotion of the debate monk.

"It seems that this was a bit of a surprise to me. ”

This is Wei Ye's opinion.

"That's the truth of the matter? It looks like the re-exam is worth the ticket price!"

This is Xiao Gao, who is almost half a passerby.

Saving these superfluous words, they were presented with an animal with ultramarine fur. It has a horse-like body, but its ears are fluffy with feline markings, its face bears the characteristics of a sheep, and its cheeks have a little fine scales with an azolis lazuli sheen. In its slightly open mouth, the sharp canine teeth characteristic of canines are revealed, and it really does not look like a herbivore.

On its forehead, it has a sharp rhino horn, and behind it is a tail with scaly armor and a fan-shaped tail fin.

"Rhino horns, horse body, tiger ears, sheep face, snake scales, canine teeth, dragon tail......" Xiao Gao said with some confusion, "This is a unicorn?"

"Of course it's not a unicorn, the unicorn is the most benevolent beast, and trampling the grass does not hurt the ants. But this little guy—" Wei Ye glanced at this strange beast that was still insufficient in size and could only be called a young beast, and the rhino horn on his forehead was half submerged into the chest of a woman in white, and the blood that flowed from the wound on the woman's chest had a luster like blood.

"It's still a young beast that can destroy ghosts and gods, a rare breed. ”