The white old man's face was neither sad nor happy.

He glanced back at the cliff behind him, the mountain was craggy and steep, and a grain of gravel rolled down at his feet, carrying a vast amount of snow, and fell instantly, silently and without interest.

The new "holy mountain" that the demon clan has chosen now is not as magnificent as the eight-foot mountain, but if it does not have the ability to reach the sky, it can only die.

The old man turned his head, he looked at the black-robed demon in front of him, slowly stretched out his dry palm, and slowly pulled out the same red rope as the latter from the white robe, and at the end of the rope hung a pitch-black and slender reverse cross key.

The miserable white robe fluttered in the wind, and the old man Bai stood on the edge of the cliff, he had no way to retreat, and after pulling out the reverse cross key, he silently and silently looked down at the demon compatriots who had driven him to a dead end.

The black-robed demon, who noticed the subtle look in his eyes, tried to make his voice sound not urgent, and he said in a deep voice, "You have no way to retreat." The same goes for the demon clan. After the collapse of the Eight Feet Mountain, we moved all the way west, and the bones of the dead were buried in a row, and now, the only thing we can hope for is this small world left by the Maharaja. ”

"There are a total of ten keys, and Lord Qinghuo only has the last one left," he slowed down his speech and comforted the white-robed old demon in front of him, "You hand over this key in your hand, Lord Qinghuo opened the Prince's cave mansion and obtained the complete Western Regions Immortal Method, you are the hero of the demon clan, and if the Lord returns one day, he will never blame you." ”

The old man lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while.

He tore off the red rope around his neck, tied the rope of the reverse cross key around his hand, and then quietly looked at the black-robed demon.

He closed his eyes, staggered his steps, and fell backwards.

There was an angry roar in my ears, and the wind and snow howling faster and faster.

The body fell.

As in the abyss.

The ten reverse cross keys correspond to the ten great sages of the demon clan in the past.

The four saints are listed in the first place, among the ten reverse crosses, each key is engraved with some blood corresponding to the great sage of the demon clan, and this handle of the old man is the ten great sages of the demon clan, the "Jianmu" great sage who is known for his vitality and tenacity, the great sage of Jianmu has fallen, but the demonic power left behind has not dispersed, and he has blessed himself over the years and followed the will of the monarch.

Falling from the top of the Holy Mountain—

If you change to other demon clans, you will definitely die.

But changing to a white old man is not necessarily.

The black-robed demon lying on the top of the cliff looked painfully at a fragment of a white sleeve robe in his palm, he let out a low roar, and his eyes saw that the white-robed old man who chose to fall down the holy mountain gradually disappeared in the wind and snow, turning into tiny white spots that became more and more invisible.

He was always on guard against the old man jumping off the cliff, but he still didn't catch the old demon and let it jump, the old demon had the reverse cross of the Great Sage of Jianmu in his hand, and he might not die if he jumped off the holy mountain, but the body of the demon clan would inevitably fall to pieces.

In the heart lake of the black-robed demon, there was a faint flame beating slightly.

He said with a sad face: "Lord Qinghuo"

The flame flickered slightly.

Lord Qinghuo has lived in the demon fetus for a long time, and after the collapse of the eight-foot mountain, a small part of the blood pool saved by the high-level of the demon clan, with the last part of the essence of the demon clan, by chance, gave birth to this great demon who has not appeared until now.

The spiritual leader within the demon clan, there is no doubt that it is this Qinghuo Lord.

Even if he has never shown his true face on the official occasion of the demon clan.

But his fist is the biggest.

In the territory of the demon clan, the biggest truth is fists.

Whether it is Liang Liang, Feng Bai, Gu Shengcheng, the reason why Bachi Mountain can follow them is the same.

They are strong enough.

And among the demon clans who are now extremely down-and-out, Qinghuo is the most powerful cultivator, and there is no one.

The atavistic demon born from the blood pool of the demon clan, although he does not have great holy relics such as fetal beads and Xuanwu cloaks, his strength is very likely to have broken through the level of the nine grades and reached the realm of "grandmaster" among human cultivators.

The words of the black-robed demon were not wrong.

To a certain extent, this "Qinghuo" is indeed the hope of the demon clan.

It's a pity that today's demon clan can no longer pose a threat to the human world, not to mention the magnificent breaking of the west wall across the beacon, the demon clan's northern and southern front opened, and at the same time repelled Xiguan and Beigusudao, the two strongest levels in the human world.

Now the demon clan's well-deserved first person "Qinghuo", if he goes to the West Barrier again, it is impossible to be invincible like the West Demon back then, and it is more likely that he will be directly killed by Jiang Qingyi, who is holding half of the floating record.

And opening the Dajun Cave Mansion, the last small world of the demon clan, has become the most anxious thing for the "Qinghuo" lord now.

He's too weak.

He needs to grow up quickly.

The ten reverse crosses of the Enlightenment Maharaja are what he has done these days, locking himself in a place where no one knows, and each reverse cross is the painstaking inheritance left by the great sage of the demon clan back then, which contains different creations.

And the reverse cross that opened the cave with ten handles was only the last one.

The wind and clouds on the top of the holy mountain changed drastically, and the black-robed demon lying on the cliff on the top of the mountain only felt that his heart was hot and dry, and it beat with a bang, and the wisps of fire that sank at the bottom of the heart lake burned more vigorously, and the wind blew, he turned back with difficulty, and saw with a dry mouth, in the void behind him, the cyan flame was slowly burning, and finally from the wind and snow, a young demon in a cyan robe walked out.

The eyebrows of "Qinghuo" are engraved with scarlet marks, like a full red date, his cyan robe burns in the wind, a palm hanging down, blue and white like glass, holding eight slender red ropes in the palm of his hand, the red rope hangs down and shakes, and the dense eight reverse cross keys jingle together, and the staggered sound is crisp like a wind chime.

He had only recently woken up from his retreat.

It's too late to get here.

Qinghuo narrowed his eyes.

He took a breath lightly, walked barefoot behind the black-robed demon, overlooking the reckless snow scene between the snowy mountain cliffs, looked down the mountain, and said calmly: "The reverse cross that gave you the white tiger has the speed of the world, let you collect the last key, but you can't even do this little thing?"

Qinghuo stretched out a hand expressionlessly.

The black-robed demon gritted his teeth and obediently presented the reverse cross key.

Qinghuo said softly, "He's not dead yet. ”

The black-robed demon who gave the reverse cross key was slightly stunned, looking at Lord Qinghuo's eyes, the lord said calmly: "The white old man has Jianmu, and he won't die so easily." ”

"I have no intention of starting another war, and if the demon clan wants to rise again, there must be a strong enough character. Qinghuo slowly picked up the red rope of the ninth reverse cross, looked at the white tiger lines, and said lightly: "It is a very stupid thing to wait for the Great Monarch and look forward to the return of the ethereal savior of the Western Regions. If you can survive by your own efforts, why do you have to wait for death, and wait for others to save you?"

Qing Huo held the ninth reverse cross in the palm of his hand, and the nine narrow keys burst out with a scorching light in an instant, turning into one fiery aura after another, flowing between his cyan sleeve robes, rolling back and forth.

"Even if there is Jianmu's reverse cross and jumping from the holy mountain, even if he doesn't die, he will be seriously injured and won't be able to escape. ”

Qinghuo standing in front of the cliff had a calm face.

He opened his arms and stepped forward.

Jumped off.

In the wind and snow, there was a miserable old figure, he covered his chest, half of his body was cracked and broken, the white robe was stained red with blood, and it turned out that Xuemu's blood was also red.

The old man stumbled in a certain direction with a red rope wrapped around the reverse cross key in one hand.

It was because of this reverse cross key of the Great Sage of Jianmu that he survived.

The wind and snow were too big, and he couldn't identify the direction at all, so he could only rely on the feeling in the dark to crash in one direction.

He glanced back at the Holy Mountain, the top of which was shrouded in hazy snow, and it was hard to imagine that he had jumped from such a high peak

If nothing else, he will be severely hunted down by the demon clan.

The old man's consciousness was already a little blurred.

He held the reverse cross, and the lines on the key began to flow, and the emerald green vitality slowly poured into his body, supporting him to walk out of the distance after section.

He didn't know what the road ahead was.

That direction attracted his own direction, and there seemed to be a familiar aura, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and now he finally had the opportunity to meet again.

That breath is getting closer and closer.

It's also getting slower.

The white old man raised his head, his face was covered with blood, and he looked at the human figure not far away, slowly walking out of the wind and snow.

Yi Xiao, who was dressed in lotus clothes, slowed down, he looked at the miserable old man in front of him, saw the reverse cross key tightly held in the old man's hand, and understood the reason why his spirit was attracted to this place.

The old man Bai tightly held the reverse cross of the Great Sage of Jianmu, and in a trance, as if returning to the day when he received the key, he saw the young prince sitting on the snowy mountain.

No matter how the demon clan falls.

No matter how cold and lonely the Eight Feet Mountain is.

He always believed that the Maharaja would return.

With a "bang", the old man fell to the ground heavily, and the reverse cross key of the Great Sage of Jianmu could no longer give him more support and let him continue walking.

Yi Xiao came to the old man in silence, squatted down, the causal sword qi protected the heart and lungs of the white old man, and slowly removed the red rope wrapped around the reverse cross key from his hand.

On the pattern of the reverse cross key, there is the scattered soul power of the white old man.

So the scene of being forced to jump off the cliff, as well as the ten keys, all the information from the Dajun Cave Mansion poured into Yi Xiao's mind.

He held the reverse cross in his hand, looked up thoughtfully, and narrowed his eyes.

The wind and snow whimpered in the distance, and a green robe walked out.

Qinghuo looked at Yi Xiao who was squatting on the ground with a smile, stretched out a hand, and said calmly: "I have nine keys in my hand, it's a coincidence, and the remaining one is in your hand." ”

Yi Xiao slowly stood up, also stretched out a hand, and said with a smile: "I only have one key in my hand, but unfortunately the remaining nine are in your hand." ”