In the past, all kinds of today's newspapers, this is the fate of the wicked.

"You...... If you kill me, you won't end well, hum, without my magic to help you absorb these demonic aura, you're a scumbag, continue to be your cripple, hahaha......"

The hunchbacked old man thought of this, and his bloody mouth smiled unusually proudly. Even the pain of the wound involved in this laughter could not contain him.

"Hmph, old thing, how could I let you die easily, thanks to you, I embarked on the path of cultivation, it's just that you look down on people too much, I can still do it without you, you can see what this is first?"

Qian Yiwei took out a thin book from his body and shook it in front of the hunchbacked old man.

Don't look at their eyes to be blind or not, this look is not far off, the huge words on the classics can be seen clearly and clearly - "Demon Shadow Sutra"!

This is the exercise prepared for demon cultivation, but I don't know how a newcomer like Qian Yiwei got it.

The hunchbacked old man said calmly: "Do you think you can cultivate by getting a garbage book at random? Let me tell you, the exercises of demon cultivation are all found in a different way, our vein is the Heavenly Remnant Sect, every time we remove a little flesh and blood given by fate, we can get a little bit of meager power.

Even if you try other exercises, you don't want to save them, but it's just a waste of effort. ”

The words of the hunchbacked old man are not specifically aimed at Qian Yiwei, they are the exercises of their demon cultivation, which are really difficult, not easy at all.

Otherwise, when he had achieved a small success in his cultivation, he could completely discard the exercises of the Heavenly Remnant Sect and instead snatch the exercises of other demons, and he would not be like this, no one and no ghost.

The exercises of demon cultivation are very simple, and they are not compatible with each other. Unlike the righteous path, there is also a saying that stealing teachers to learn art.

Demon cultivation is once you enter that door, and your cultivation in this life is destined to never change. He didn't believe that Qian Yiwei could learn anything from a broken book.

"Hey...... I have tried this exercise, and it is completely different from what you said, not only can I cultivate, but just now, when those demonic spiritual qi appeared, I was able to absorb it freely.

Hmph! If it weren't for the existence of your-stirring stick, which made me jealous, why would I be so deaf and stupid and pretending to be a clown. ”

"No! This can't be! Without my help, how could you cultivate on your own? Where did you get this ancient book?"

"Hah, you don't care where I got it, to tell you the truth, without you, I can still be the supreme demon king in the future, and when the time comes, no one in this world can ride on my head, and I am the only king in this world. ”

"Phew! With your virtue, it's almost the same as being a king. ”

The hunchbacked old man said something ugly, in fact, he had all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart, and he hated to eat this apprentice alive.

How perfect his plan was. He was a little away from that sinkhole, as long as his blood was sacrificed there, and he was willing to dedicate his demon wish to himself, he would be able to absorb the demonic aura at will and strengthen his cultivation.

As long as he can break through to the Demon King stage, that is, the cultivator's cultivation to the God King Realm is a truth.

Once he breaks through, he will be able to reshape his body and restore himself to the way he never hurt himself.

This is a secret that has been passed down from ancient times in their Heavenly Remnant Sect, and he accidentally found this information from an old man who had been seated.

He could have this opportunity, but he didn't expect that his apprentices would not be far behind. If he could, he wouldn't choose this person, and just dismantled him to calm his hatred.

"Ungrateful thing, you waited for me, you wanted me to die, you are still tender. ”

The hunchbacked old man, who was lying on the ground unable to move, suddenly sat up.

"You, you...... What do you want to do?" Qian Yiwei was a little uneasy in his heart, and immediately made a defensive posture.

"Since I can't live, then, let's take you with me to the funeral. ”

A large amount of blood suddenly oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, as if he had sacrificed something, giving him some kind of fleeting power.

As if he had not been injured, the hunchbacked old man suddenly jumped up from the ground and shot straight at Qian Yiwei.

His movements were too fast, how could Qian Yiwei defend himself, he was hit on the stomach by the hunchbacked old man, a mouthful of blood spit out, and he was carried to the sinkhole.

"Ah!! don't!!"

Under the endless cliffs, the speed of the fall is too fast. The gentle wind on weekdays, here at this moment, is as sharp as a knife, blowing on Qian Yiwei's face, and the opening on his hand soon cracked, making him a bloody man.

The hunchbacked old man was already out of breath at this time, and his hands were still tightly wrapped around Qian Yiwei as before his death, so that he couldn't get rid of it.

As the speed of falling became faster and faster, it took a full meal, and when Qian Yiwei's body had been cut into pieces by countless wind blades, he finally landed.

The height of this sinkhole is terrifying, and I don't know how it was formed.

The thick demonic aura around it was still gathering until the black demonic spirit stream regained its original clear and clean color, and those demonic aura completely sank to the bottom of the sinkhole because it was not melted by this world.

If no one jumps, no one will probably notice its existence.

This is a fresh and beautiful world, and in the small village not far away, they have already solved all the infected villagers without too much bother.

In order to prevent the beasts from eating their flesh and continue to become infected demons, they chose to set a fire and burn the village to the ground.

Jiaoke looked at the sky-high fire with some pity, and felt extremely sad for the fate of this group of people.

"Miss, Brother Ren...... It's changed, he dealt with those villagers just now, it's really cruel!"

The maid Xiaomei and the delicate guest bit their ears quietly.

"yes, he's so cold now. Jiaoke said with some resentment.

He was always close to her, neither close nor repulsive, and he was better than the familiar stranger.

He always ignores her questions and feels perfunctory at will.

She didn't know what she had done wrong, she couldn't find the crux of the problem, and she couldn't tell the bitterness in her heart.

"Miss, Brother Ren, is it possible to cultivate? ”

Xiaomei is a girl with a coarse personality, but she doesn't understand that her young lady is sad and sad, and she will say whatever she thinks.

"Probably not, when I first met him, he chose to be a martial artist because he couldn't heal. ”