If you want to talk about demons. It also existed a long time ago. There is a saying in Buddhism that the devil is born from the heart, and the difference between man and demon lies in a thought. Of course, there are also people who are parasitized by demons in specific environments. For example, a small village became extinct overnight, and in the end, only a child stood trembling in a pool of blood, but completely lost the memory of that time. These eight achievements are parasitic.

When he was parasitized, this person didn't feel it, and with the cultivation of the parasitic demons, he could be immortal, or immune to some physical attacks. At this time, the person's face is hallucinated, and it looks like an ordinary person to ordinary people, or even more vivid. And people who have been parasitized in the past are easily parasitized again.

This Li Jingliu still hadn't found Mo Dongyi, even though the empty and clean room was filled with the smell of Mo Dongyi.

However, Su Qianyan's strange performance surprised him. Looking at Su Qianyan's appearance of falling to the ground, Li Jingliu only felt that this was not a posture that a normal human body could pose. How to say it, Su Qianyan, who was originally standing, suddenly nodded his head heavily, and his long hair hung down to the ground, looking as if he had been forcibly pulled down by some creature. Her lower body was stiff, and her whole body overlapped at one hundred and eighty degrees. Then she didn't move.

Li Jingliu didn't plan to make any more moves, just quietly, facing her and retreating into the room. A moment later, he came out again, the little lion with the fist squatting on his shoulder, and the golden light shining on the lion's fur seemed to be able to flow, covering his whole body from Li Jingliu's shoulder. So, Li Jingliu saw Su Qianyan with a stiff face again.

In a moment, she had raised her head slightly, and the half-exposed side face reminded Li Jingliu of living marble.

Subsequently, Li Jingliu silently retreated, and he could see clearly that it was indeed because of the little lion's ability. And then he came to a terrible conclusion in the lion cub. Su Qianyan in the courtyard is a demon, and it seems that the faces of the people he saw before are also alive.

To say that this stone lion does not belong to any of the Six Realms at all, but it is more similar to a god in terms of existence value. Most of them appear for this purpose, not just stone spirits, and they can never leave far away after they grow up for this purpose. Since the purpose is to guard, the stone lion is born with the ability to discern and exorcise evil spirits. All evil creatures cannot escape their eyes.

And the demon, as an aggregate of evil thoughts, the stone lion is born with a kind of discernment, and at the same time, those who stay by the stone lion's side will be protected by this expulsion effect for a certain period of time. Of course, if there is a real demon, the dispelling effect of the stone lion will also be greatly reduced.

Li Jingliu clearly realized that he would be in a demon nest, and the golden light flowing from the stone lion on his shoulder was like a warm current, warming his slightly chilling heart, and he hurriedly asked the little lion: "Do you see that one outside is very capable of fighting?" If this is the case, then he has to go out and fight with the courtyard, how can he find out Mo Dongdu.

"No, although the number of demons is scarce, it has nothing to do with the number of cultivating this thing. For example, the person in the courtyard, the stronger the evil thoughts in her heart, the stronger the demons who parasitize her, and the demons themselves who generally choose to parasitize others are very weak. ”

"Thank you. You stay here for a while, Da Zhuang, and please look for it again. Li Jingliu breathed a sigh of relief, it's good to be weak, go out and fight with her, at least you won't be killed.

Chang Dazhuang seemed to see what he was thinking, and reminded: "The one in the courtyard now is a demon and a human." However, the attack received is one, and if you die, you will be two together. ”

"Well, that man, even if I don't kill him now, he'll die. Humans parasitized by the demon race can't live long, right?" Li Jingliu is a decisive person, which is embodied in the fact that he will not change it if he decides. It is true that Li Jingliu is a kind person in general. However, in the face of a major event like the one in front of him, which directly involves the survival of Li Jingliu's brothers, he will not be soft.

As soon as he pushed the door, he saw Su Qianyan return to his original posture, standing in front of the cliff, staring blankly at the sky, expressionless. It seemed that she was waiting for something, and what had just happened had no effect on her at all. Li Jingliu walked over, and sure enough, he heard the words repeated countless times: "Uncle Shi, the head of the family is looking for you......"

"Well, the head of the house is looking for me, can you take me there?"

Su Qianyan was stunned, or it was more appropriate for the puppet to stop moving. Then, she turned her head stiffly, and her cervical vertebrae clicked, almost breaking her neck. She smiled at Li Jingliu: "Uncle Shi, then let's go." Every word of her had a strange accent, and those who heard it couldn't help but resonate with it.

Li Jingliu seemed to have a wave of qi in his chest, and his vocal cords couldn't help but want to pronounce, but he was held back by himself, and he also smiled: "Let's go." "He still doesn't believe it, can this Su Qianyan keep this posture and keep walking forward?

However, Su Qianyan really kept this same posture forward. Her head was twisted behind her, but her body walked forward as if she could see everything. Li Jingliu almost wondered if she had twisted her head and couldn't turn back.

Then, he found out that it was not. The head was facing him for easy pronunciation, Li Jingliu could hear her voice more clearly, and before she could walk over the cliff edgeworth, Li Jingliu heard her keep talking, talking constantly, at first it was more organized, and then it became simple syllables, and finally those coherent syllables came out of her mouth like a ballad, yes, she spit out a song.

It was an air mass, filled with sound and terrifying vibrations. Li Jingliu could almost imagine the scene of being hit head-on by this air mass and bursting all over his body.

Li Jingliu secretly screamed that it was not good, she just wanted to see what flaws there were in this product, but who knew that she was a freshman who gave her time to prepare before making a move. He hurriedly made a decision, summoning the cold air, trying to lower the temperature around him and freeze the air mass. But the air mass seemed to be alive, constantly swaying from side to side, avoiding Li Jingliu every time it froze. At the same time, there was still time to see the hole and rush towards Li Jingliu.

To say that this trick is very easy to break, as long as it can release a large-scale ice spell, but Li Jingliu will not only not cultivate enough, but also did not think of this idea. Since his attack failed, he had to hide for the time being. He hurriedly avoided it, but deliberately rushed forward for a distance of about ten zhang, and the air mass really rushed after him.

But the air mass is an air mass after all, and when it is blown by the wind a little, the speed decreases. On the other hand, Su Qianyan didn't seem to think much, watching the air mass chasing Li Jingliu, she just stared blankly on the side, and couldn't stop making a sound of unknown meaning in her mouth. Li Jingliu calculated the distance, and estimated that when the air mass could not catch up with the retreat, the Imperial Shadow Spirit Sword suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards Su Qianyan, the exquisite bone spur in his hand was already ready, and he only waited for the last whip to take off Su Qianyan's head.

Su Qianyan's head hung loosely around his neck. It hung low like a ripe fruit in the yard, and it would fall off on its own without even waiting for anyone to pick it, and it seemed that the previous 180-degree turn of her head had broken her head. Now Li Jingliu just waved the whip, and the head fell.

There was no blood, and the cut in the neck was clearly white sinew. The body collapsed suddenly, like a pile of boneless flesh. The head was floating in the air, his eyes were closed, and his mouth was still babbling.

Thanks to Li Jingliu's good luck, the wind was strong today, and the speed of that air mass was greatly limited, which gave him enough time to chase the tumbling head. The speed of that head was not slow, but Li Jing flowed significantly faster, he didn't dare to be careless, countless ice freezing spells shot like a rain of arrows at the head that was dodging left and right, and finally, an ice arrow froze the hair, and then, the speed of the whole head slowed down.

A cloud of ice appeared in mid-air, and the head with closed eyes was frozen, and Li Jingliu just whipped it, and the head turned into thousands of powders along with the ice, and shattered into the air. At the same time, the air mass that had been chasing Li Jingliu suddenly exploded in the air, and as expected, the terrifying air flow caused a strong wind with a shock, leaving deep scars on the ancient trees next to the small courtyard.

He fell to the ground, and Su Qianyan's headless body trembled slightly, and then, a little bit of scarlet revealed the white stubble at the original broken neck, and finally leaked out.

The words are divided into two ends, Mo Dongdu, that is, the junior brother Li Jingliu has been looking for, but he has been thrilling for ten years. Originally, he thought that Li Jingliu would only go out for a few months at most, but who knew that there had been no news for several years, and he was also a little anxious. Go out and look for it? Where can I find it? Not to mention Li Jingliu, he can't even find Yuan Qingyuan.

In the first two years, he began to have the patience to wait slowly, anyway, the time for practicing meditation passed quickly, and a few months passed without paying attention. A few years later, when he cultivated Xiaocheng, he went out to visit himself and Li Jingliu's father, the two fathers seemed to be in good spirits, especially Li Jingliu's father, who was even more old and strong, and added a younger brother to Li Jingliu.

Later, Mo Dongwan felt that Li Jingliu was almost dead, so he began to sit on the life and death barrier, as I said before, Mo Dongwan is a genius. Ten years, ten years of hard work, enough for him to be promoted from a minor monk in the Qing Qi period to a major monk in the feather stage. It was in the early stage of his exit that Mo Dongxuan had just stepped into the level of the Great Cultivator of the Feather Stage.

This Mo Dongduan still looks very young. Generally speaking, the face of a monk who has entered the dusting period is basically solidified. Mo Dongduan was only twenty-three years old when he entered the dust leaving period.

Originally, Mo Dongxuan thought so, and he had a little bit of cultivation, and he and Li Jingliu and his family got some medicine to increase their life expectancy or something. Unexpectedly, this time out of the customs felt that the whole world was wrong.

As soon as he came out, he saw two disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect, with a pot of wine in their hands. It's just that the color of the wine is really suspicious, and the expressions on the faces of those two disciples are really stiff and unbearable to look at, Mo Dong is also a monk in the feather stage, and it is not easy to see through such a rudimentary illusion. And this look, doesn't it clearly tell him that there is something wrong with this wine?

He immediately restrained these two disciples, who knows, these two disciples have the kind of situation that Li Jingliu encountered before. A part of their body was broken, and then, from that broken part, something strange and strange came out, Mo Dongdun thought, this kind of incomprehensible thing had better disappear completely. So, he tentatively lit a ray of thunder fire, and saw that the thing was only screaming and twisting, but nothing came out, so he waved his big hand, and the thunder fire summoned him and burned him clean.

Then, he hurried to Xiaozhuju, and saw a lot of people along the way, but a few of them behaved normally, and the eyes of the crowd were dull and the pace was strange. I only saw Mo Dong's heart fluttering, Ziyunmen was a big sect anyway, when did it become like this? For more than ten years, this Ziyunmen was almost another home-like existence for Mo Dongyi, how could this not fight for him?

But it is said that Xiaozhuju at this time is a mess, and the elders and worshippers who were previously closed to the mountain gate, as well as the disciples who have a little Taoism in the Ziyun Gate, are all gathered here, and the leaders are naturally the head Mo Shaoqiu and the former head lady Zuo Binu who doesn't know when he reconciled with him. There were also faces on the ground, both known and unrecognized, their faces stiff, but all of them missing a part of their bodies.

They were faced with a snow-white monster. Why is it a monster, because Mo Dongyi has never seen this kind of thing before, and he can't even fully describe a certain part of his body. If I had to say anything, the monster was like snowflakes, as if it was flat in the air, but on the surface it was like a distorted fragment of a human body, and it was stained with some strange objects that could not be explained. The whole thing is like a clumsy and crumbling work of art. The strange body fell with each attack, and those debris couldn't wait to burrow into it as soon as they saw the human body, whether they were dead or alive. It's just that those who are dead will not stand up again, and those who are alive will instantly enter the state of a puppet.

At this time, Mo Shaoqiu and Zuo Binu formed a large golden net to surround the white monster in it, and from time to time the elder's flying sword passed through it, but the effect was like scraping marks on a snowdrift, and it was useless. The monster didn't move, it was attacked as if it were willing.

It didn't take long for the elders to see that something was wrong. They stopped their attack, and instead pulled out their various magic weapons, trying to create an aura shield that enveloped the monster in its entirety and stopped the flying debris from scattering.

As soon as Mo Dong came up, he saw such a scene, no one could explain the origin of this strange thing to him, it was like it suddenly appeared, ignoring the cloud and mist array that the Purple Cloud Gate had guarded for thousands of years, and suddenly appeared in the sky above the Purple Cloud Gate, the only thing that could be explained was that most of the low-level disciples of the Purple Cloud Gate had been eroded.

It seems that one of the disciples was victimized first, and then he sprinkled this snow monster-like powder into the well, and many disciples who had not yet opened the valley could not avoid it, which caused the scene that Mo Dong saw before he fainted, and many disciples were confused.

Now, the crowd had no choice but to stalemate with the monster and control his movement to prevent him from causing even greater disaster. At least for a short time, this method worked, and the dense network of spiritual power gradually plumped up, layer by layer, which controlled the fall of the strange snowflakes.

However, this situation did not last long, and after a few days, few low-level disciples of the entire Purple Cloud Sect did not seem to have survived, and the low-level disciples who had almost completely been eroded ignored the ban of the mountain gate and rushed down with only their legs. Then, the corrupted disciples rushed into the villages below the mountain, and the demons ate everything they could eat, and the ghost fire that came out of their bodies seemed to set the space on fire.

There are only a small number of low-level disciples with strong cultivation, and they can still maintain their instincts and avoid leaving the Purple Cloud Gate, just like Su Qianyan said before. She didn't remember anything, not even who she was. But the moment she saw Li Jingliu, her blank mind suddenly sounded Li Jingliu, whom Mo Dongduan had been talking about. The depths of the memory loosened a little, and Li Jingliu's identity resurfaced.

Killing Su Qianyan was really misunderstood by Li Jingliu. But there is no way, what Su Qianyan has on his body is only the fragments of the demon, and these fragments full of hunger will only devour the spirit of the parasite infinitely, and there is no such thing as taking the initiative to leave. Even if Li Jingliu doesn't start, Su Qianyan won't live long, and in the end he will only be sucked dry by the fragments and described as withering.

After the low-level disciples were completely demonized, the white snowflake-like monster seemed to have gained strength, and the monster that had been staying in the big net suddenly moved, and a little Yin Hong flowed down the snowflakes, and then spread, like blood soaked in heavy snow, and the monster was dyed red in an instant.

Then, the strange moved, as if everything he had before was accumulating strength for this time, countless small red particles scattered from his fur, all of them penetrated the layer of spiritual energy film, some of the disciples who were guarding the side couldn't dodge, and they were penetrated in an instant, and the particles did not leave, they sucked the blood of those disciples dry, and in an instant, the skin of those disciples who fell to the ground turned white.

When the monster saw such a miserable situation, he seemed to be extremely happy, and let out a hehe sound.

Mo Shaoqiu, who had been trying to maintain the magic array, was stunned, this voice seemed familiar. The memory of earlier suddenly came to mind, and he still had a personal disciple, because his long-dead daughter was locked up on an extremely cold ice peak. His spiritual veins were scattered by himself, and his physical strength was less than that of ordinary people. What will become of being locked up on that ice peak for more than ten years? Is it dead? Mo Shaoqiu suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

Suddenly, he saw Mo Dongdu, hurriedly called him over, and explained: "Dongdu, go to the highest snow peak on the back to see if there is anyone on it." Your third senior brother, Murong Changge, thought about it there. ”