"Oh, a discarded disciple of Tai Xuanzong, who was just used as a loser, how can he be compared with you, Mr. Meng?" The man in purple robe spoke highly of him without hesitation.
However, Meng Zifei did not live up to his evaluation. It was clear that his Taoist heart had almost collapsed not long ago, but he calmed down in just a few words.
"Stop doing more useless work. Your chess game has been ruined. The two puppets of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang have obviously been completely destroyed, and little brother Si Chen will never let that loser of yours live, even if it's you. Destroy the mountains and let the river of blood flow into the sea, and you can’t take it away!”
The smile in the purple-robed man's eyes deepened: "It's true that I underestimated you."
The sneer on Meng Zifei's face became even worse: "Now that the planner is in the valley, you are so powerful that the first choice to face the river of blood is not you. If you think about it carefully, you don't have to look at the face under the mask. It seems that Mr. Meng really wants to ask you...where do you rank among the six rivers?!"
The six rivers represent the supreme inheritance power of the Six Demon Sects, and each of the demon rivers contains three thousand magical books.
Awakening the power of one of the demonic rivers is enough to disrupt the huge furnace of the human world. It is so vast that even gods descending to earth can do nothing to the six rivers in their peak state.
Everyone in the Demon Sect longed for this power, but this person was not in a hurry to absorb this mountain of demon river.
That means he doesn't need it.
Because I have already inherited it, there is no need to inherit another Demon River inheritance.
The man in purple robe was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Meng Zifei, Meng Zifei, you are really getting more and more interesting."
Meng Zifei shook his head very seriously: "In this mountain, the most interesting person is undoubtedly the person who destroyed your two puppets. At least... I am not that capable yet."
The man in purple robe slowly took a step back, his eyes still resting on his face with great confidence, and suddenly smiled and said: "Mr. Meng, having such a strong Taoist heart does not mean that you are thick-skinned. You clearly did what you did to her back then. You can still remain indifferent to extreme things, but...can time really dilute everything?"
His tone suddenly became extremely strange.
Meng Zifei frowned uneasily: "What do you mean?"
"I don't think so. Mr. Meng only knows the six rivers of the Demon Sect, but does he know what is at the end of those six rivers? You might as well let me tell you."
The purple-robed man let out a strange laugh under his mask, looked at Meng Zifei with a sly look, and said slowly: "A practitioner of the righteous path in the human world transcends tribulations and ascends. After experiencing thirty thousand tribulations and thunder, he flies into the hall of the gods and is blessed by the Emperor. Be awarded a star crown, a divine position, and the creation of a divine palace in the star realm.
Practitioners of the demon sect in the human world are to become demons when they go through tribulations. They go through tribulations in the long sea of the underworld, wash away the mortal bones of the human body, and cultivate the demon bones and demon souls. Then they can become demons and be given the demon position.
Since Pangu first created the world, only those who had the blood of gods and demons in ancient times had the talent to successfully overcome the catastrophe and become gods or fall into demons.
Later, the bloodline in the human world became increasingly thin, and no one could successfully overcome the tribulation and ascend. Except for the three thousand-year-old immortals of the Three Sects of Heavenly Dao who were respected by the world as the Golden Age of Righteousness and successfully transcended the tribulation, no one had the qualifications to ascend. "
Meng Zifei gradually became impatient. What the man in purple robe said was recorded in the "Tian Yao Shi Dian".
Two hundred years of monastic life is enough for him to read a lot of books, and he is very clear about these most basic common sense.
"That's all this nonsense you're trying to say!"
The man in purple robe laughed: "Don't be so impatient. I know what you are craving for now."
His hearty tone suddenly dropped to a low tone, which made people feel inexplicably tolerant and generous: "I can help you achieve what you want."
Meng Zifei stared blankly at the ferocious ghost face, and subconsciously wanted to put on a cold attitude and say firmly: No need for the help of the demon sect demons!
People who know the devil's ways are good at deceiving people's hearts and can see through the deepest darkness and desires in people's hearts.
Although he knew that he could not continue to listen to what the other party said, Meng Zifei found that his breathing was gradually becoming tense.
What's even worse is that he vaguely guessed what the other party would say next, and he even had the slightest expectation in his heart.
"The world only knows that Netherworld Changhai is a catastrophe caused by demon cultivators. Since Zhao He, the master of Langya Demon Sect, died five hundred years ago, no one has tried to overcome the tribulation and become a demon.
It's not that I'm afraid that my body will be destroyed by the disaster of the Netherworld Sea, but that no matter how hard the people of our sect practice, they will never be able to see that sea, because the Netherworld Sea that connects the Nine Netherworld Demon Realm is just beyond the Six Rivers. "
Having said this, the palms under the sleeves of the purple robe quietly clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of the hands were looming:
"It's not that my son, the Demon Sect, is afraid of the fate of underworld punishment, but that the damn three righteous sects are killing my sect leader! Destroying my six rivers! This will prevent our Demon Sect from having any chance of becoming a demon!"
Meng Zifei lowered his eyes: "What's the use of telling me these things? The Demon Sect's techniques are overbearing and cruel, and they rely on devouring others to become stronger. It's unforgivable to be tolerated by nature. If you have reached this point, why should you have any grudges against others, ha... "
He suddenly let out a sneer: "Of course, such hypocritical and righteous rhetoric cannot shake the legendary Master Liuhe, but to be honest, it is not because you are too weak that you are suppressed by the righteous way like a lost dog. He generally fled Zhao Kingdom in anger."
The sarcastic words were so clear that the man in purple robe didn't show any anger at all. Instead, he acknowledged it very much and said:
"Yes, the winner lives! The loser dies! But what I want to tell you today is that water can capsize a boat, but it can also carry it. Those three thousand-year-old immortals cut off the water of my demon world, and they will wait for me to regain the power of the six rivers. , if I aspire to the throne of Tianyao, I not only want to overturn his righteous immortal boat, but I also want my Langya demon flag to be planted all over the mountains and rivers!"
"I have been paying attention to you since two hundred years ago. You are more qualified to inherit the great cause of our Demon Sect than Wen Yu. Of course, our Demon Sect will reciprocate your kindness.
Just now, Your Excellency asked me where I am in Liuhe. You might as well tell the truth. I am not talented. I am ranked second. I am a stronger being than the first sword, the first sutra, and the first hall of your righteous path. It belongs to me. That demonic river... specializes in collecting undead souls. You must have heard about it, Mr. Meng, right? "
Meng Zifei was shocked and his expression changed drastically: "Is it possible that it's you?"
The man in purple robe floated towards the back lake, the tips of his shoes tapping lightly on the blue water.
As the ripples of the water circle spread, the lake under him was instantly stained with blood, and twisted and painful souls struggled and screamed from the blood of the lake.
As his feet lightly stepped on the lake, the thousands of dead souls were directly shaken to ashes and destroyed forever!
There was only a figure in crimson Taoist robes, calmly closing his eyes in the lake, lifeless, as if he would never wake up.
Seeing such a scene, Meng Zifei staggered hard, his face turned pale, his whole body was trembling with anger, his eyes were filled with anger: "How dare you touch her!!!"
