Si Kong snorted lightly, and there was a hint of deep sadness in his eyes.
"The blood in our bones will no longer flow as freshly as humans, and the heart under the chest will be forever dry. In the end, the soul in this body is just relying on the bloodthirsty instinct to live."
He chuckled: "I have spent long and boring years in loneliness, but I still feel throbbing because of the words of that little girl in the Ninth Meridian."
The fingertips carefully rubbed the edge of the glass of wine, and the bright red wine filled his scarlet eyes.
"In this world, no one will feel sad or worried because the corpse demon cannot taste the taste of the human world. Human beings will only spurn the corpse demon because it lives on blood and feeds on humans.
Not to mention that at the last moment of death, some human beings would offer blood food. Countless monks I have met in the world, all the time, even at the last moment, are thinking about how to chop off my head, dig out my heart, and offer it to the almighty, divinely radiant Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan. "
He tapped his heart, and under Xing Wu's gaze, he smiled and said: "It has never been ourselves who determine us to be demons, but the hundreds of immortal sects in this world."
Sikong drank the last sip of wine in the glass in one gulp, and threw the golden bottle away with his eyes as murderous as night.
"So? How are you sure that the boy has lost all his memories?"
Without waiting for Xing to say anything, he raised his lips and smiled: "I advise you to answer my questions seriously, otherwise, I don't mind breaking the contract and taking your life here, so that the lost bones can lie back again."
Yukashi looked at the blood stains left on the ground at the battle site. He walked over slowly, his black robe floating like floating sand at night.
He knelt down, wiped a trace of blood with his fingers, and said, "His eyes are too clean. They are not eyes that a corpse demon can have."
Si Kong hummed meaningfully: "Indeed, corpse demons die miserably and in despair, and only those who have experienced all kinds of hardships can maintain an immortal spirit of resentment, and then be assimilated and resurrected by the corpse demon ancestors.
Corpse demons are all extremely evil and evil beings. What is hidden in the dark and filthy eyes is what people are most afraid of seeing. Because I have lost my memory, my eyes are as clear as a child's. The explanation you gave is perfect. "
His finger resting on the armrest of the throne was lifted slightly and then dropped. A bit of residual liquid that fell in the golden bottle on the ground floated up and turned into a very thin and long blood line.
The blood line flew out, and the wind it stirred up was like a sudden storm, erupting with a terrifying rumbling sound of wind formations.
With a pop, Yukuna's left arm was completely severed, and flew out high with a cloud of blood.
The blood in Si Kong's eyes seemed to follow the storm and quickly dissipated into a beautiful white gold color, creating shuddering waves, just like the sea on a stormy night.
His tone was deep and dangerous: "The explanation is perfect, but you are lying to me."
Fortunately, there was no blood flowing from the wound on his left arm, but he stood up slowly as if he couldn't feel the pain, walked to the distance and picked up his broken arm.
He looked at Si Kong calmly and calmly, and suddenly showed a smile: "It hurts. Do you want to die again?"
Sikong raised his forehead in an exaggerated manner and said, "This is really a smile that suits a villain like you."
Yukiwu twitched the corner of his mouth, and his white teeth were looming.
"Speaking of which, my younger brother is really interesting. Xiao Li has always possessed the zombie demon talent of 'devour'. He can actually awaken a talent with the same attributes as Xiao Li. This is really a thought-provoking thing. Question." Si Kong smiled happily and expected.
Xingwu repaired his broken arm and said: "What's even more interesting is that he was able to pull out the sword reading seal of Zhu Zhan, the Supreme Lord of the Immortal World. It's clear..."
He narrowed his eyes deeply, and his dark eyes shone with an unpredictable light: "This is impossible."
Si Kong crossed the fingers of his hands and rested his chin on the folded hands comfortably.
"I'm really looking forward to it. My father has obviously not created new descendants for a long time. It has been so long that I have almost forgotten the appearance of my fifteen brothers."
Yukuna snorted coldly: "You have been deprived of your surname, and the Corpse King's generals no longer recognize you as a blood clan of the Corpse Demon King. When the immortals and demons fought in the war, only sixteen monarch-level people were recorded in the roster of the Corpse Demon King. member.
Although you are the first generation descendant of the general, your name has long been selectively forgotten by those sixteen people. You are a 'sinner' among the corpse demon clan. This call of father is not what you can call now. "
Si Kong's expression froze, but he rarely responded with sarcasm.
Yukuna continued: "After killing fifteen brothers, if you still want to successfully kill the remaining two blood descendants of the Corpse Demon King and obtain abnormal spiritual pleasure, I would like to advise you to cherish your hard-earned gains. freedom, because from now on, times start to change.”
Sikong frowned and said, "What an abstract word of comfort."
Yukuna showed a weird smile: "For the sake of my good mood tonight, I might as well tell you another secret."
Si Kong narrowed his eyes deeply and looked at him.
Xingwu disappeared into the darkness on the eve of the black robe, leaving behind his last words tonight.
"The Lord Demon King wakes up, and the Demonic Territory of the Underworld, which has been torn apart for a hundred thousand years, has been recovered by the Lord Demon King alone.
The seventy-two ancient prison magic generals all surrendered to the king. Now, the Northern Kingdom Demon Sect, your majesty will appear in the world of saints in a human body, control the demon sect, and conquer the three sects in the human world. As for you, take care of yourself. "
Si Kong looked at Hei Yan, and a stormy moonlit night gradually formed in his eyes.
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The autumn wind is rustling and the ancient forest is deep.
Because this place is dangerous and no one visits it, the moss on the heavy valley walls spreads unchecked and becomes a disaster, making it even more desolate and silent.
Beyond the boundary formation range of Chaotic Valley, there is a dense forest and dangerous mountains.
There is a large lake outside the mountain, and a quiet drizzle is falling at the moment. The fine rain falls into the deep blue lake, with no visible waves and dense ripples.
Next to a huge ancient tree, the rough and wild tree roots protrude through the ground and are exposed outside the surface. The dark brown roots have deep cracks on the surface, symbolizing the ruthless erosion of the mottled years.
Wen Hanwei was half leaning against an ancient tree, sitting cross-legged on the root of the tree with her blood-stained white clothes, closing her eyes and adjusting her breathing to calm her injuries.
Bai Lian stood quietly aside and did not disturb him.
The white rabbit he picked up was lying next to his boots, with his head resting on the top of his boots. He seemed drowsy and not in good spirits.
Wen Hanwei was seriously injured, but that didn't mean she was weak in this battle.
Just because Si Kong was too powerful and he was in such a dark environment, the battle would only be more disadvantageous for Wen Hanwei.
It took her a long time to recover from pranayama.
The sky shimmered.
The world welcomes the first light that drives away the long night.
Wen Hanwei's injuries were not recovered, but she made a spirit-retracting technique, gathered her breathing skills, and stopped meditating.
