"Really?" Ba Si was pleasantly surprised, his eyes were half-squinted, blood flowed out of his eyes, and he opened them with difficulty, his clothes were in tatters, and the wounds on his face could not be healed.

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 fairy and become a famous demon king in the world, and he is even more unwilling to die in such a valley like this, and he is not willing 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, = there are more than ten spiritual messages here in me, 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, there will be no good end. Ba Si said.

And at this moment, the purple bamboo that was originally hanging in the churning black divine wind suddenly descended downward, and the original illusory golden palace was even more gold dust fluttering, constantly weakening.

Qingye and Ba Si's faces changed greatly, and the black divine wind outside the palace burst out, like a black wave hitting this golden light palace, the palace shook, and it looked like it might collapse at any time, and if the purple bamboo in the sky was rooted, I was afraid that this palace would have to 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 he can win 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, only to see that Zhu Clam's huge body dissipated in the black divine wind, and countless black bamboo roots were writhing.

It was as if those huge earthworms in the ground were black and red, as if the essence and blood that had been sucked from the clam's body just now had not been completely digested.

And at this time, looking at the purple on the purple bamboo, it was like blood staining red.

However, the eyes of the golden elephant were open to the leaves on the purple bamboo, in ancient times, there was a purple bamboo born in the chaos, because he was born in the chaos of the body is too strong, has not been able to transform the shape, so he created a method called "Purple Flame Spirit Bamboo".

That bamboo root can absorb all the essence of heaven and earth, whether it is the essence blood of the cultivator, or some spirit stones or the essence of the spirit root, it can be devoured, and at that time, the purple bamboo also wanted to strengthen itself in this way, hoping to transform itself as soon as possible.

Among them, the leaves of this purple bamboo are condensed by collecting the goblin fire between the world, its body is like purple jade, not entangled by the five elements, it can escape everywhere, once the bamboo root is formed, it is even more terrifying, not only to suck the essence of the soul, but also to be able to quickly strengthen itself.

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 refined into a purple bamboo cane by who calculated and refined it.

Looking at the bamboo roots that were writhing and slowly pressed down, even if it was Iba Si's grin, who liked to comment on 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 people 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 are you driven by humans to do things that harm your fellow clan?"

As his words fell, in the midst of the 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, both Ba Si and Aoba felt a mortal danger from him, he was like he was born to bring death to people, his eyes were dead gray, but his face was like dry bark, 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 repay from the bottom of my heart in this life, I almost died back then, 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 favor." ”

After Ba Si heard this, he was desperate in his heart, because the old man with the withered bamboo 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.

"Respect, I don't need to admire, the demon clan, where does the demon come from, the demon is born from the mortal beast, once it becomes a demon, that is born and raised, only itself, how to come to the clan. The old man said coldly, with disdain and mockery on his dry face, 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, born between heaven and earth, if you die and turn into mountains, if you live, you should have the heart to dominate the world, don't ask for shelter, don't bow to anyone, all kinds of etiquette in the human world are just the reins imposed on the weak by the strong, that's training, when you identify with the race, that's when you surrender to other demons. The old man said.

Ba Si was silent, Qingye 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 there is no such identity, it is a lonely one wandering between heaven and earth.

Every demon is lonely, when they are born from mortal beasts, they pay attention to loneliness, hunting other creatures alone, or being hunted by other demons or people in loneliness, and 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, and Jin Xiangdi doesn't know what they are all planning and planning, and he doesn'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.

"How can we demon act about resentment, why do we need the reason, the ancestor of the One Yuan Taoist sect saved me, I once said that whether it is him or his juniors, I will definitely do one thing for them, even if I will die, he will do it with all his might, everything else, and where to consider, I am here today, then either you die, I repay this favor, and I will be relaxed from now on, or you will kill me, I will go cleanly, and I will not live up to what I said. The old man said.

Jin Xiangdi's heart rose a little bit of turmoil, 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 his former words.

Aoba body is already trembling, he does not agree with what the old man withered bamboo said, Aoba attained the Tao under the granite in a Taoist temple, where he listened to the Tao for nearly a hundred years before he became enlightened, so as to take off the body of the bamboo leaf green snake and become a demon, so his own residence is a Taoist temple, and everything is based on the code of conduct of Taoist priests.

He didn't agree with the words of the old man withered bamboo, because the words of the old man withered bamboo were a kind of stepping on 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 the great virtuous ones you say?" the old man sneered.

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

"Demon, you don't need to be respected, those great virtuous people you are talking about, they use words and thoughts to make you surrender and make you submit, and you, who have been instilled with so many things by others, 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." ”