After the spirit ship left the demon world, Tao Zi turned to look at Brother and said, "Brother, are you hiding something from me?"
Cheng Wuchou was silent for a long time before he said, "Do you want to ask about that alien race?"
"Also, what is the relationship between the Demon World and the Asahi Kamen? Why does the Master of the Demon Palace seem to be very familiar with you, and even vaguely knows about that person's existence. These things seem to not even connect Wan Xu, the former swordsman Even Young Master Zong doesn’t know.”
Cheng Wuchou stood there and whispered: "Azi, you just need revenge, there are some things that don't need to be involved."
Tao Zi looked at him steadily and said, "Brother, what do you think is the possibility that I won't get involved?"
He was speechless. With his intelligence, he didn't know this, but he always had a bit of hope. He didn't want his sister to get involved in those messy things, and he didn't want his sister to know those things.
But his sister kept looking at him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said in a low voice: "Tao Zi, these things may be related to Qinglan, or they may not be related, no one knows. But whether they are related or not, it does not prevent you from taking revenge. No matter the master of the Demon Palace or the Xujiamen, no one will stop you."
The only people who might be stopping her are the old antiques from the Tiandao Sect who only care about the overall situation.
Tao Zi asked, "What if I want to know? Brother, there are some things that you can't say you won't get involved in. It won't be wrong to know more."
Cheng Wuchou sighed softly, thought for a long time, and then said with a helpless smile: "That's all, the situation will not get worse now. What does Ah Zi want to know?"
She repeated the question: "Why does the master of the Demon Palace know the existence of sir, and what is the connection between the Demon Palace and the Asahi Komen."
He collected his thoughts and said, "Sir, he was born in a very chaotic era. In that era, countless sects wanted his life, and Tiandao Sect was no exception. In the desperate situation at that time, he took a It’s a very special way to survive, but not everyone can adopt that method.”
Tao Zi's expression suddenly changed: "The similarity between Xujiamen and the Demon Palace is..."
Cheng Wuchou followed her words: "Having an affair with someone from a different race."
She fell silent.
The kid couldn't keep calm, and suddenly came out: "You are actually cooperating with a foreign race? A bunch of lunatics!"
Cheng Wuchou shook his head and said, "It's not cooperation."
The kid stared at him and repeated: "Madman."
Tao Zi looked at him calmly and said, "The Minglan Sect will not admit that they cooperate with foreign races. No one will admit it."
He frowned and stood for a long time, then said: "Azi, you should know that when we rescued you from the Minglan Sect, we sacrificed several Mahayana monks."
There was a flash of blood in her eyes, and she suppressed the memory of that night and said, "You know, is it related to this matter?"
"They were all mortals three thousand years ago. They used the power of aliens to seize the bodies of monks, and they are alive now."
There was silence on the spirit boat.
Tao Zi took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in her heart, and said: "It sounds like a joke to not be invaded by aliens and rely on the power of aliens."
"You're right, they were indeed eroded, and their temperament changed drastically."
Tao Zi asked: "A big change in temperament?"
"The dark side is infinitely magnified. Although it is not controlled by aliens, it is also inclined to demons. This is one of the reasons why Xujiamen acts so cruelly. For them, long years are torture, and death is relief, but they I don’t dare to die meaninglessly, so I can only hold on.”
Cheng Wuchou sighed softly and added: "Three thousand years ago, they were the leaders of the younger generation of various aristocratic families, or young generals in the army. Who would have thought that they would be like this now."
The kid was silent.
Tao Zi was not affected by these words, and continued: "Why do they have to survive? Can't they be cultivated from generation to generation?"
"They have borrowed the power of aliens and are incompatible with this world like Mr. Tong, so they can survive until now. If it had been passed down from generation to generation, I am afraid it would have been extinguished long ago."
She understood and whispered: "The monk wants to kill them?"
"It could be more accurate."
Tao Zi answered his words: "Tiandao Sect."
Except for the Tiandao Sect, no other sect has such great power, forcing these proud men from three thousand years ago to use this method to survive.
Cheng Wuchou nodded slowly, with a sarcastic look on his brow: "The so-called Tiandao Sect was so afraid of the royal family reappearing that they didn't even bother to recuperate after the war three thousand years ago. They were so focused on chasing Mr. Sir that they naturally ignored the royal family. Sacrifice. And the aristocratic family that helped Mr. is dead and useless. If Mr. hadn’t resolutely escaped from the control of heaven, how would he have survived."
The kid frowned and suddenly said, "Wait, there is something wrong."
He turned to look.
The little ghost said: "Didn't you say that the world of immortals suffered countless casualties in that war and made great contributions? Why do you always point the credit to the Emperor's Empress in your words?"
Cheng Wuchou smiled and said in a casual tone: "History should be written by the winner."
The kid stood on the monk's side and said, "Those monks are indeed dead. Maybe you are biased."
His expression became a little colder and he said: "In that war that year, 50% of the high-ranking aliens who stayed on the mainland died at the hands of the royal family. The sword immortal led two disciples and the masters of each sect to deal with 20%. Demon Lord, The Demon Lord led his followers to deal with 10% each, and the remaining 10% of the high-level aliens were restrained by the elite disciples and elders of the three sects and four sects."
Fifty percent?
Tao Zi and Xiao Gui looked at each other and said nothing.
Mortals have been fragile for three thousand years. No one can imagine how powerful the royal family was back then.
However, Tao Zi vaguely remembered that in that battle, the Emperor's Empress seemed to have plotted against many monks in the world of immortality who were hostile to mortals, and they were all quite powerful.
But she would not mention this matter, and instead said: "There are rumors about these things among the people, and the name of Xuanyue Continent is also a proof."
Regarding Tao Zi's statement, he only read four words: "Fuyu Continent."
"What?"
"The name of the continent was changed to Xuanyue Continent later." Cheng Wuchou raised his eyebrows and said, "The emperor's empress' surname is Cheng, her given name is Fuyu, and she has a small name of Wuyou."
The royal family seriously injured the aliens at the cost of their demise, and in the end they couldn't even bear a name.
The kid's attention was suddenly diverted: "Wouyou? Isn't this a collision? Even the small print is not right. Do you already know about Tao Zi's past life?"
Cheng Wuchou shook his head and said, "When I was a child, Ah Zi was seriously ill and was in critical condition. A female doctor who passed by saved Ah Zi's life and gave her the name Wuyou. It just so happened that I only had a nickname at the time. , so I also changed it.”
Tao Zi narrowed her eyes, then returned to normal, and said, "What about the medical cultivator?"
"I can't even remember my appearance."
She nodded and said, "Maybe it's a coincidence. Names like Wuyou are not uncommon."
