"Really?" said Ba Si in surprise, his eyes half-squinted, blood flowing from his eyes, but he opened them with difficulty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info his clothes are in tatters, the wounds on his face can't be healed, originally with his demon body, the axe and knife are difficult to hurt at all, even if the injury can be quickly healed, but at this time, there is blood oozing out of the wounds all over the body, and even the blood can't be stopped.

Even Aoba had a hint of excitement in his eyes, originally he already had the will to die, thinking that it would be impossible to escape today, but now when he heard Jin Xiangdi say this, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

No one wants to die, especially a demon like him who wants to become a demon immortal and become a famous demon king in the world, and he is even more unwilling to die in this valley for a long time, unwilling to die in a formation, and when he dies, the enemy is afraid that he doesn't even know who he killed.

It's too wretched to die like this.

"If Brother Jin can keep us safe in this formation for a while, then I have a way to let Brother Ba pass on the spiritual message. Aoba said.

"Oh, what do you do?" asked the Golden Elephant.

"Of course, my method is not as good as your real ability, Brother Jin, but I have more than ten spiritual messages here, which can be sent out together, so that even if there is an interception outside, I am afraid that a few will have to be missed." Aoba said.

"Okay, as long as we can not be stopped, and Brother Jin can keep us from being strangled in this formation for a while, then we will have a chance to live. As long as the ancestor comes, no matter who is outside, it will not end well. Ba Si said.

And at this moment, the purple bamboo, which was originally hanging in the churning black divine wind, suddenly descended downwards and pierced towards the golden palace.

Aoba and Basi's faces changed drastically.

The black divine wind outside the palace burst out, like a black wave crashing on this golden palace, causing the gold dust of this illusory golden palace to flutter and be constantly weakened.

The palace is constantly shaking, and it may collapse at any time, and if the purple bamboo in the sky is rooted, I am afraid that the palace will disperse in an instant.

The purple bamboo that appeared there directly before stabbed the clam to death, drained the essence blood, and didn't even escape from the soul.

Zhu Clam's cultivation is not simple, none of them are sure that they can win him without being injured, especially since he has been famous for many years, there will definitely be some special means of escape, but he didn't use it at all, and was directly pierced by the strange purple bamboo.

I saw that the huge body of the vermilion clam dissipated in the black divine wind, and countless black bamboo roots were writhing, as if those huge earthworms in the ground were black and red, as if the essence blood that had been sucked from the vermilion clam just now had not been completely digested.

At this time, look at the purple on the purple bamboo, it looks like blood stained red.

The golden elephant's eyes were staring at the leaves on the purple bamboo, remembering a secret story he had seen.

In ancient times, there was a purple bamboo born in chaos, because his body was too strong in the chaos to transform into a shape, so he created a magic method called "Purple Flame Spirit Bamboo".

The purple bamboo is like a purple jade, not entangled by the five elements, and can be hidden everywhere.

The leaves of the purple bamboo are condensed by collecting the essence of heaven and earth between the world.

Once the root of the purple bamboo is formed, it is even more terrifying, and it can absorb all the essence of heaven and earth, whether it is the essence blood of the cultivator, or the essence of some spirit stones or spiritual roots, it can be devoured.

At that time, Zizhu also wanted to strengthen itself in this way, hoping to transform into a form as soon as possible.

This is an extremely terrifying and anti-heaven method, originally Jin Xiangdi thought that this kind of cold method has long been lost, because the purple bamboo that was born in the chaos, and finally when the legal image wanted to transform into a form in one fell swoop, it was calculated, and it was directly sacrificed into a purple bamboo cane, and its leaves were picked off and refined into a set of formations.

It's just that in the book in the Ten Thousand Law Pavilion, the main record is the method of "Purple Flame Spirit Bamboo", and the others are only said in passing, and it is not said that the purple bamboo born in the chaos was calculated and refined into a purple bamboo cane.

Looking at the bamboo roots that were writhing and slowly pressed down, even if it was Basi's grin, who liked to taste the world's characters, and had a character that no one cared about, his face was pale at this time.

With this majesty, there is no need to wait for them to send out the spiritual message, this only place to live now is about to be broken, as long as this is broken, the three of them are afraid that they will die immediately.

Whether it is Ba Si or Qingye, although they are both demon kings, they are kings of the mountains, and even Ba Si is still a demon immortal, serving in the heavenly realm, but they look thin when facing this bitter bamboo old man, not to mention being caught in such a fierce array.

Looking up, the huge purple bamboo was surrounded by purple light, and the purple bamboo, which was originally extremely beautiful, looked so terrifying at this time.

"Hehe, I feel the essence and blood breath on your body, it is really pure, and you are worthy of being an immortal official who can go to the heavenly realm as a demon immortal. The voice of the old man Kuzhu came from the huge purple bamboo.

Ba Si gritted his teeth and said loudly: "You are the predecessor of our demon clan, famous in the world, and our juniors respect you, but why should you be driven by humans to do things that harm your fellow clan?"

As his words fell, in the midst of that black divine wind, an old man suddenly walked out slowly. The old man looked very old, and an old gust of wind could blow him down.

But when he appeared, whether it was Ba Si or Aoba, they all felt a mortal danger from him, as if he was born to bring death to people. His eyes were dead gray, but his face was like the bark of a tree, and he was very thin, a head shorter than the normal height of an adult.

"No one can drive me. The old man stood there and said, "But no matter who it is, there will always be something to be reciprocated from the bottom of your heart in this life. I almost died back then, but it was this floating cloud that gave me a place to stay, so that I could escape the pursuit of the Yu tamarin, so I want to repay him for this kindness. ”

After Ba Si heard this, he was desperate in his heart, because the old man with withered bamboo in front of him knew very well what he was doing, and he would never listen to people's demagoguery.

"Senior, we all admire your prestige, but if you want to repay this kindness, you don't need to hurt the lives of our demon clan. Ba Si said.

"Admiration, I don't need admiration. The demon clan is from the demon clan, and once it becomes a demon, it is born and raised, only itself, how can the clan be said. The old man said coldly. There was disdain and mockery on his withered countenance, as if he was laughing at Ba Si for saying such a ridiculous thing.

"Senior, we demons are indeed born from mortal beasts, but we have spiritual intelligence, and we are different from humans, so we should have our own race. Ba Si said loudly.

"Hehe, demons don't need races, only the weak need races. Demons are born between heaven and earth, and if they die, they will turn into mountains, and if they are alive, they will have the heart to dominate the world. Don't ask for shelter, don't bow to anyone. The manners of the human world are nothing but reins that the strong impose on the weak, and that is training. When you identify with the race, that's when you surrender to other demons. The old man shouted.

Ba Si was silent, Aoba didn't speak, and Jin Xiangdi's heart was also a little mixed by this remark.

Many times, Jin Xiangdi is also looking for a kind of identity, if he does not find that identity, it is a lonely person wandering between heaven and earth.

Every demon is lonely, when they are born from the mortal beast, they pay attention to loneliness, hunting other creatures alone, or being hunted by other demons or people in loneliness, dying alone, no one will know.

Therefore, every demon will go to the world when it comes to a certain time, they will transform into humans and live in the world, which is looking for a kind of identity, but every demon who goes to the world will eventually choose to return to the mountains and forests, to the boundless loneliness.

Since leaving Fangcun Mountain, Jin Xiangdi has been thinking about saving his senior brother from Lingshan, and what he wants to do is to see the aunt and grandmother in Tsing Yi and ask her if she is willing to go to Lingshan, just these two goals, but apart from these two things, he doesn't seem to have anything else to do, and there is nothing else he wants to do.

When he was in the military camp on the edge of the Tianhe, he also thought about some things about humans and demons, and there was no difference between enlightened and enlightened demons and humans, but human beings seemed to be destined to have many things to do from the moment they were born, and they lived in busyness and intrigue all their lives.

Those gods and men in the heavenly realm have conspiracies and calculations, and the emperors and mortals in the human world also have calculations. Jin Xiangdi didn't know what they were all planning for, and he didn't want to know.

"But, senior, you have no grudge against us, and the people outside have no grudge against us. Ba Si said almost pleadingly.

"We demons have never talked about grudges, and why do we need them. The patriarch of the One Yuan Dao sect saved me, and I once said that whether he or his juniors opened their mouths, I would definitely do something for them, even if I would die, I would do it with all my might. Everything else, where to consider. Today I come, then either you die, and I repay this favor, and I will be relaxed from now on, or you will kill me, and I will die cleanly, and I will not live up to what I have said. The old man said coldly.

Jin Xiangdi's heart rose a little bit of turbulence, this old man with withered bamboo is obviously a demon who does not talk about grudges and can kill at will, but he absolutely remembers what he said, he would rather die than live up to the promise he once made.

Aoba attained enlightenment under granite in the middle of a Taoist temple. He listened to the sermon there for nearly a hundred years before he became enlightened, so he took off the body of the bamboo leaf green snake and became a demon, so his own residence was a Taoist temple, and everything was based on the code of conduct of Taoist priests.

Aoba's body was already trembling, a tremor from the depths of his heart, he didn't agree with the words of the old man withered bamboo, because the words of the old man withered bamboo were a subversion for him.

"No, although human beings are different from us, there are great virtuous people among human beings, and they do not discriminate against us. Aoba said loudly.

"So you're going to submit to what you call the Great Virtuous?" the old man sneered.

"It's not surrender, it's admiration. Aoba said.

"Demon, you don't need to be admired. The great virtuous ones you are talking about, they use words and thoughts to make you surrender and make you submit, and you, who have been indoctrinated with so many things, are no longer worthy of being a demon. The old man said loudly: "If the demon has a demon clan, then I will clean up you traitors for the demon clan." ”