Meng Zifei was so smart, and combined with everything that had happened in Kongcang Mountain in recent days, he couldn't figure out the hidden meaning in this man's words.
His expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said with an extremely angry expression: "Get rid of the idea in your mind!"
"Hahaha."
The man in purple robe let out a hearty laugh that was completely inconsistent with the ferocious ghost face: "The Six Rivers of the Demon Realm is the supreme power that the world dreams of. Even Wen Yu, who was born in Taixuan Sect, covets it. Mr. Meng is good at saving face. It is indeed noble to act as if you are afraid of failure, but only you know what you are thinking in your heart."
As he spoke, the man slowly raised his arm, and his index finger with distinct knuckles seemed to point out casually, but it was pointed directly at Meng Zifei's heart.
Meng Zifei heard this man's words with unfathomable certainty, and a surge of anger at being looked down upon suddenly arose in his heart:
"Don't use Wen Yu's tricks on me. No matter how powerful the Demon Sect's techniques are, they are just evil actions that take away people's avenues. They are unforgivable by nature! His actions should be punished!"
A sound of tsk-tsk was heard from under the evil ghost's mask, and the man shook his head slowly, with a regretful tone: "If it is true as Mr. Meng said, the one who deserves to be punished for this crime should not be you who bears the brunt, right?"
"Don't even think about deceiving my Taoist mind!"
Mr. Meng's face was unusually solemn and resolute, and a hand quietly clasped behind his back was silently performing the wind-inducing technique.
Even though he knew that the man in front of him was extremely humane and there was no possibility of him killing him, he was never willing to just sit back and wait for death.
Meng Zifei's eyes were fixed on the opponent's ghost face, and he wanted to at least know what this person looked like? !
If he is lucky enough to go back alive, he will live up to the high hopes of Brother Si Chen.
"To confuse the Taoist mind? Mr. Meng is really overthinking this."
The man in purple robe smiled indifferently, and the finger pointing at his heart trembled slightly, and a thorn emerged from the ground where Meng Zifei's heel was, and mercilessly pierced the palm of Meng Zifei's hand.
The strong wind that had just risen in the valley was silent for an instant, and the bright red blood stained the ground red.
However, before Meng Zifei had time to respond, he heard the other party say something shocking again: "Mr. Meng said that my demon sect's skills can lead people to greatness, but the spiritual root that is shining in your chest right now is Mr. Meng." Your own?"
There was a sudden sound in Meng Zifei's mind, like a bolt from the blue.
The blood on his handsome face suddenly faded, and he could not utter a word from his lips. His whole body was so numb that he could not even feel the pain of the penetrating pain in his palm.
The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.
As the broken hair on Meng Zifei's forehead flickered, a purple afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and the strange man appeared in front of him instantly.
The ferocious ghost face was extremely close to the tip of Meng Zifei's nose.
The cold breath hit his face, and the deep eyes under the mask held the darkness that could see through people's hearts and souls.
Meng Zifei narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw it, and said with a slightly malicious smile:
"Mr. Meng, you are so courageous. You didn't worry even if your ancient Fuchen Road and sword Chenyue were taken away from you. Instead, you came here to cause trouble for me. If she knew about it, in Jiuquan I’m sure I’ll cry next time.”
"Stop talking!"
Meng Zifei shouted loudly, and his bloody palm suddenly crushed the iron-hard earth thorn in his palm to pieces!
His red eyes were filled with endless regret and pain, and he looked directly into those eyes as if he were grinding his teeth and sucking blood:
"Since you know this, you should know how much I hate the Demon Sect! If I hadn't been obsessed for a moment, how would I have listened to the bewitchment of the young master of the Ghost Sect of Jiuyuan Mountain!"
There was a sudden pain in my heart. It turned out to be the slender index finger of the man in purple robe pointing at my heart.
The fingertips were as sharp as a knife, piercing through the clothes and fabrics, sinking into the flesh and blood, and pointed directly at the gentle spiritual root at the heart.
He moved the spiritual root with his fingers maliciously, looking at the other party's face as pale as paper, as if he had found twisted pleasure in Meng Zifei's painful soul.
"Hahaha, bewitchment? If it weren't for the crazy desire in your heart, how could the young master of the ghost sect with his sharp tongue be able to shake your heart.
Two hundred years later, Mr. Meng, you are doing chivalry everywhere, saving lives and healing the wounded, and overcoming the sufferings of mortals, isn't it to atone for the sin in your heart?
Shang Ying is not the only one who died because of you. Who do you want to show to you now that you have done so many good things? "
Under such a pair of eyes with no murderous intent, Meng Zifei actually took three steps back.
Under the gentle smile but extremely vicious words of the man in purple robe, something seemed to be slowly breaking in his bright eyes that seemed to be filled with flames.
However, that person was a demon with a pure and warm appearance, and he had no intention of letting him go.
"The spiritual roots obtained by robbery are indeed very useful. Mr. Meng, do you recognize the reality and yourself? Although you have regrets in your heart, you have to admit that in the past two hundred years, you have been able to control the power in your own hands after breaking through. The pleasure, this is the long journey to immortality that you long for, even if you are given another chance to choose again, you will still choose to do this, right?"
"No...I won't..." Meng Zifei's expression was extremely painful, and his fearful words seemed to be trying his best to prove something.
But his distracted gaze was really unconvincing.
"No, you can!" The man in purple robe said with great certainty.
"Even if Shang Ying is your most beloved woman, knowing that her spiritual roots will be damaged if she loses her spiritual roots, and her longevity is far less than that of a mortal, you still set up that trap and gained power that is not yours."
Slowly withdrawing the bloody index finger, he did not touch Meng Zifei's spiritual root, but gently patted his cheek with his palm, as if to wake him up.
"Now, with a new and more powerful power in front of you, and having inherited the river of blood, you will stand on the top of the world, the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, the Nine Taixuan Classics, and the Cangwu Shizang Palace! That will eventually become a bloody stepping stone under your feet.
So what are you still hesitating about? Come to me, there are vast and beautiful scenery that you can never imagine. "His voice was full of bewitching power, and Meng Zifei's eyes began to tremble crazily.
In the end, he subconsciously touched the familiar position on his arm. The fly whisk was no longer there, just as the person buried on the hills of Guangmeng City would never appear in his sight again.
He exhaled slowly, and the muscles all over his body relaxed as if deflated, but the extinguished flame in his eyes rekindled.
Meng Zifei pushed away the palm on his cheek expressionlessly and said coldly: "It turns out that your goal was not Wen Yu all along, but me."
