Chapter 125: The Story of the Demon Race
"This is going to start from the Immortal Cultivation Realm," An Xian sighed, "Everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Realm today knows that there are seven major sects, but they don't know that there was once an eight-major sect. ”
"Eight factions?"
"Yes, I also happened to hear the ancestor of Yuan Xuan mention to the master, as early as more than 10,000 years ago, at that time, the third place on the list was not our Fahua Temple, but another sect called Yan Daomen. An Xian said slowly.
"Yan Daomen?" Lu Mi carefully recalled the knowledge of the immortal cultivation world that An Zhi had popularized for her, and made sure that he had not heard of it, "There is no such sect among the seven major sects." ”
"Of course not, because this sect later embarked on the evil path, specializing in recruiting other monks to improve their cultivation, this is nothing, their Taoism advocates the balance of yin and yang, as long as it does not hurt the other party's life, this matter will pass with a blind eye. However, this Yan Dao Sect became more and more intense, and later on, even mortal women were not spared, and even developed a special method to absorb the energy of mortal women. ”
This matter can be a taboo in the world of cultivating immortals, and mortals are the foundation of immortal cultivators. Although the monks looked down on mortals, they would never slaughter them for no reason, let alone such large-scale and massive mutilation. Especially later, their claws also extended to other small sects, and for a while, they set off a bloody storm in the immortal cultivation world.
"The fuse that triggered the joint crusade of the entire immortal cultivation world was that they actually used the blood of virgins and girls to create some kind of spiritual cultivation pool, killing thousands of unarmed children. ”
"Oh my God. Hearing this, Lu Mi exclaimed, this method is no longer Taoism, it is simply a crooked way of demons, "They are demons?"
"It should be," An Xian is not very clear about the things that are so old, and he has heard all of these things from Yuan Xuan.
"Therefore, the rest of the sects rose up to attack it, but they didn't know what demonic methods they used, and they were able to support it all the time. I heard that many monks died in that battle, but the dead monks were absorbed by them to strengthen themselves with evil magic, which caused the anger of other sects. After three years of frenzied attack, it was finally wiped out. ”
"But there is a saying in the mortal world that a hundred-legged insect dies but does not stiffen," An Xian said, "I didn't expect them to secretly preserve their strength, and they have been hiding in a corner of the border between the immortal cultivation world and the human world, recuperating, and intending to make a comeback." ”
"I went to the human world this time and went directly to Baiyun Temple, but I didn't expect to see him handing over a wooden box to a Taoist there, the two of them were talking and laughing, hooking shoulders and backs, like old friends. An Xian pointed at An Ming, "You also know that although An Ming can usually speak, but in fact he feels that he doesn't understand world affairs, at that time, I wondered if I had a heart, and after they separated, I followed the Taoist and snatched the box while he was unprepared, guess what's inside?"
Speaking of which, An Xian deliberately sold a pass.
Lu Mi blinked, and she wasn't there, how could she know?
However, An Xian didn't really ask her to guess, and then said: "It's An Ren's Immortal Pill, which is the Heart Breath Pill refined by Master Qiu Shi, which is coated with a layer of honey. ”
"He's not Qiu Shi anymore, maybe it's your nephew or something?" Lu Qiqi remembered that when she left, Qiu Zifu was bent on entering the Fahua Temple, and Qiu Bosheng cried with tears.
"Oh, is it?" An Xian was not surprised at all, when Yuan Xuan and Yiyi planned to take Qiu Zifu to the Immortal Cultivation Realm, he made this calculation.
Just imagine, a person who does not have any spiritual power can actually refine the Heart Nourishing Pill, what kind of achievements he will have if he has spiritual power, the importance of an alchemy master to a sect is simply self-evident.
An Xian continued: "I remember that when we scraped this honey off, we found that there was demonic energy on it, so I turned to follow An Ming and found that he took the children of Baiyunguan to Nanwuling, where there was the word Yan Daomen. Because the stakes are so high, I don't dare to make a claim, and I will wait until I return to Fahua Temple to report to the master before making a decision. ”
"But this traitor, I will never spare him. Thinking that he and his master had been in the human world for so many years, and they had been raising tigers for trouble, An Xian hated so much that he just wanted to vomit blood. How many innocent lives this demon has killed under their noses?
"Then why are you here?"
"He ran fast, he didn't have much ability, just two legs, chased for more than a month, and finally caught him today. Saying that, An Xian let out a long sigh of relief, which showed that he had been really aggrieved recently.
This reason is so powerful, I heard that Lu Mi was really embarrassed, and said: "I heard that people in the demon clan can use words to demagogue people's minds the most, now think about what he did, why hasn't it always been like this." ”
An Ming can move others to change their minds in a few words, and the other party will swear, and he feels that An Ming is really thinking about himself. Li Jiazhuang's Qiaoxiu, didn't the sloppy knots in his heart be moved by him in a few words?
"It's also that my master and I believe in him too much, thinking that he is just simple by nature and unsympathetic, who would have thought that there is a demon heart wrapped under this human skin. ”
Suddenly, An Xian and Lu Qiqi were stunned at the same time, and stood up together with a "swish". An Xian's expression was serious, implying a faint anger, while Lu Qimi's expression was curious with a hint of research.
The two of them surrounded An Ming, who was silent at the same time, one with eyes like a knife and the other with eyes like water, both staring at him for a moment. Rao is An Ming made up his mind, no matter what, he would rather die than react, and he was also frightened by the eyes of the two, sweating his clothes, and he wanted to turn into a puff of light smoke and escape.
"You're a demon, isn't your original appearance like this?" Lu Qiqi ripped off the headscarf on An Ming's head, and there were only a few ring scars on the top of his bare head.
An Ming was surprised by her sudden move, and her eyes opened in fright, just in time to see Lu Qiqi studying his head with great interest, and his eyes were full of infinite curiosity and desire for knowledge, as if he wanted to break his head open and study.
"Here!" An Xian handed her a dagger with a dark blade like a silver silk thread, "I heard that the demons often wear human skin to confuse sentient beings, and peel off this layer of skin, which is the original face." ”
Lu Qiqi took the dagger and asked casually, "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"I'm a monk, how can I do such a thing?" An Xian said.
Can she do it, Lu Mi took the dagger in his hand, and his suspicious gaze slanted at An Xian. An Xian hurriedly turned his head and pretended to be looking at the scenery, but he didn't understand the naked condemnation in her eyes.
Lu Mi groped on An Ming's head with one hand, and gestured with a dagger in the other, and the tip of the dagger slid past An Ming's head several times, leaving a shallow or deep fine mark: "No, I don't know how to start, cut it directly?"
"I guess just peel off the outermost layer. Ahn Hyun wasn't very sure.
The conversation between the two made An Ming tremble to listen to, and the object of their discussion was his head, not Xi