"Tap tap tap..."
"If you kill me, my father will never let you go. He will kill you even if he goes to heaven or on earth..."
"Tap tap tap..."
"If you dare to kill me, my father will not only kill you, but also your whole family..."
"puff……"
The world was purified, and the body of the canine monk lay on the ground.
"Whoosh!"
A figure appeared opposite him, with only one right arm and the sleeve of his left arm fluttering in the wind. He frowned slightly and stared at the young man:
"Xiaowu, do you know where you are wrong?"
Liang Wu shook his head.
"Hey, you are so savvy!" Xiang Zongheng showed helplessness in his eyes, and then said solemnly: "Domineering, you have to be domineering. What are you dodging? Strike with one knife.
He splits mountains and seas, and even God cuts a hole for him. "
"oh!"
"Oh what, do you understand?"
"not understand!"
"You... that's it. If you don't understand, just don't understand. Then let's continue killing. If you kill more, you will understand."
Liang Wu's face turned pale, and he sneered at Zongheng: "What? Are you afraid of killing? Are you still thinking of being like your Uncle Gu? Your Uncle Gu's hands are stained with the blood of the demon clan. Do you know?
Your uncle Gu was given the Heavenly Demon Order by the demon clan!
just you?
I think you should stop treating your Uncle Gu as a role model. You don’t deserve it! "
"I..." Liang Wu's hands clenched into fists, and the eyes in his eyes became firm: "I can do it! Master, I can do it!"
Building city.
A monk was walking on the street, with a purple-black gourd hanging on his waist and a sword on his back. There was a bell tied to the hilt, which swayed as the monk walked, but no matter how he swayed, it did not make any sound. Children's voices.
"Hey, Brother Guidao, are you back? How was your harvest?" A monk came from the opposite side.
The monk known as Ghost Dao Brother, whose Taoist name is Ghost Daozi, is a Nascent Soul monk from the Ghost Control Sect. When he saw the monk opposite, a smile appeared on his face:
"It's okay, not much gained. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."
"I'd better ask you to tell me about your experience this time."
"good!"
night.
Kidaozi came out of the restaurant, walked along the street, then turned into an alley, and then walked towards his residence.
"Jingle Bell……"
The bell hanging on the hilt of the sword behind him suddenly rang. Kidaozi paused, then changed his direction, sensing the direction guided by the sound wave of the bell, while walking quickly through the alley.
Soon, he was standing in front of a door, and the sound of the bell became more and more urgent. Kidozi glanced at the door. The door was closed. There were weeds growing tenaciously from the cracks in the rocks on the three steps in front of the door. It looked like no one had trampled on them for several months. In other words, the house had been idle for several months.
Kidaozi stepped onto the steps. The door had no lock and no runes. It seemed to be abandoned.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it hard on the door.
Squeak...
The door was pushed open, Kidaozi walked in, and his eyes fell on the door opposite. The door opposite is closed. There was an evil spirit leaking out from the crack in the door.
Tap tap tap...
Kidozi walked towards the door and walked about one-fifth of the distance to the front yard. Kidozi raised his eyebrows and pulled out the long sword behind his back.
This evil spirit has already spread here. If there are another ten days or so, this evil spirit will spread outside the yard and affect the neighbors.
Ghost Daozi stepped into the area enveloped by the evil spirit, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.
When he came to the door, he reached out and pushed it open. Without hesitation, he stepped in.
The sinister energy in the room surged like a tide, but it did no harm to Kidaozi at all. His eyes swept around. The layout here should be a wedding room.
There is a bed, a dressing table, and the word "happy" on it, but it is dusty and has been abandoned for a long time.
Ghost Daozi moved his fingers, wiped his eyes, and muttered something.
"Heaven and earth borrow the law, and the dark eyes are opened!"
There were dark lines in his eyes, and then he saw a ghost standing in front of the dressing table, wearing a bright red wedding robe. Staring blankly at the dressing mirror, mumbling something.
"Xiaolou, why? Xiaolou, why?"
Kidaozi's eyebrows trembled.
It was really lucky that I met a golden elixir ghost with strong evil aura.
"Festival!"
The purple-black gourd on his waist floated up from his waist, the gourd lid opened, and a suction force sucked towards the ghost. The ghost turned around, his expression suddenly became ferocious, howled miserably, and rushed towards Kidaozi.
"ah……"
The shrill howling stopped suddenly, and the ghost was sucked into the purple-black gourd, and the lid of the gourd was closed.
*
"Liang Wu was taken away?" Ximen Pojun asked in the private room of the Canglang City restaurant.
"Yes!" Gu Shuo nodded: "He is a trustworthy senior."
"That's good!"
They had never met Liang Wu, and they only mentioned it. They quickly changed the topic, and while they were chatting, Zhong Qinghua, who spoke rarely, suddenly said:
"Will one day we counterattack the wilderness?"
There was silence in the room, and then the atmosphere became heated.
"I feel pretty much the same!"
"Now the Tianmeng seems to be different from before." Yunlang glanced at Gu Shuo and said: "During the catastrophe in the Northland, the senior officials of the Tianmeng were too timid to go to the Northland. But when the Western Monsters invaded in large numbers , but dare to fully face the enemy."
"Isn't it because you used your lost lifespan to kill Qing Cangqiong that the Northland defeated the demon clan and won the victory? And it was precisely because the Tianmeng saw that the North was alone without the help of the Tianmeng. After fighting in the west, we won the victory. Only then did we have the confidence to start a full-scale war with the demon clan in the west. After we met the west, we had the confidence to expand our territory."
"In short, the confidence of the Sky Alliance and our human race is increasing. If we win again in the east this time, the next step will definitely be to target the south. If the south also wins, then only the wilderness will be left."
"If we really get to that point, the Tianmeng should have the confidence to counterattack the wilderness."
"Not necessarily!" Ning Caiyun said: "The Great Wilderness is not Tianxuan, and the Tianmeng still has deep fears."
Gu Shuo looked at the crowd and found that they did not refute Ning Caiyun, but were very silent. Then he looked at Ning Caiyun:
"Junior Brother Ning, is there any reason?"
Ning Caiyun sighed softly: "There are many reasons. First of all, it doesn't sound good to say it. We humans escaped from the wilderness and are deeply afraid of the wilderness. Secondly, there are many monks now. These monks include Many big guys, they are...enjoying their current life, but they may not be willing to counterattack the wilderness to fight for their lives. And...forget it, let's not talk about it. Anyway, it is not easy to counterattack the wilderness."
Gu Shuo was also silent. There were some things that Ning Caiyun didn't say, but Gu Shuo could guess that it must be something related to interests. And the most important thing is actually the first two points mentioned by Ning Caiyun.
These two points should be true. After all, Ning Caiyun comes from Taixuan Sect, one of the four super sects. He just glanced at Yuqing Sect's Zhong Qinghua and Shaoyang Sect's driver. Their faces were not good-looking. But there was no refutation, indicating that the disciples of these three major sects should know some real truth.
The fear of the wilderness must be real, and the enjoyment of the current living environment must also be real.
Once they counterattack the wilderness, many monks will die, even those who have overcome the tribulation will not be spared. Moreover, it is not impossible for a war like this to defeat a certain super sect, or even destroy it.
From the events of the Northland catastrophe, we can see the fear of the big guys towards the wilderness and the fear of destroying the life they enjoy now. Even though they have won consecutive victories now, it may be really difficult for them, who are old, have deep-seated fear in their bones, are aloof and enjoy endless rights and resources, to fight for their lives.
So, what about the younger generation?
Maybe young people still have passion, but when they grow up, get older, and accept the words and deeds of older people every day, will they still have passion at that time?
Do they still have the guts to counterattack the wilderness?
Not necessarily!
Because those old bosses today were also passionate when they were young.
But what now?
The fear of the wilderness chilled their courage, and the enjoyment of the present corroded their hearts.
His eyes scanned the crowd.
Plant love flowers, Yu Qingzong.
Sicheng, Shaoyang Sect.
Ning Caiyun, Taixuanzong.
It would be great if Jian Shanhong was still alive and had gathered the four major sect monks...
No!
And Jian Yingying.
Jian Yingying and Jian Shanhong are both disciples of the Taiqing Sect. They should train Jian Yingying well and improve her cultivation. Then allow yourself to influence these four people.
His eyes swept over Jian Yingying, Zhong Qinghua, Si Cheng and Ning Caiyun. Then his eyes flicked to the others.
Ximen Pojun, Western Sword Sect.
Hua Jieyu, Southern Shangqing Sect.
Wuwu, Wu Nian Temple in the south.
Vowel sound, Central Tianyin Sect.
Yunlang, Eastern Canglang Sect.
Mo Ran Deng, Nankun Sect in the south.
Peng Yihui and Peng Yiyao represent the family power.
Bei Xueling and Yun Sixia...forget it, I am in the Northland.
If our group of people grows up and becomes a decisive influence in each sect, it is not impossible to determine the future direction of the human race.
Gu Shuo became excited, but he also knew that he must be able to influence these people, and the superficial influence was not useful yet. It must be a deep influence, so that they could become like-minded comrades with him.
"Snapped!"
Ximen Pojun slapped the table and said with a heroic expression: "The elders are timid, let's do it. When we grow up, seize the power of the elders, and become the heads of our respective sects, we can determine the future of the human race if we unite direction."
There is no doubt that Ximen Pojun's words are very inspiring, and there is a slight commotion in the room. But in the midst of this excitement, a lazy voice sounded:
"You think too much!"
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on Peng Yihui's face, which was slumped lazily on the chair. Peng Yihui ignored everyone's eyes and said lazily:
"The future direction of the human race is ultimately decided by the Sky Alliance. The decision-making power of the Sky Alliance ultimately lies in the hands of the four super sects. Therefore, even if you become the leader of the Western Sword Sect, I tell you, it will be useless.
That kind of love flower became the patriarch of the Yuqing Sect, Ning Caiyun became the patriarch of the Taixuan Sect, Sicheng became the patriarch of the Shaoyang Sect, oh... that's right..."
His eyes fell on Jian Yingying: "And Jian Yingying should be the leader of Taiqing Sect. Then the four of them still need to maintain their original aspirations at that time and unite to promote the future direction of the entire human race.
Pojun, do you think this is possible? "
"Why is it impossible?" Ximen Pojun stared with confidence, and then glanced at Zhong Qinghua, the driver, Ning Caiyun and Jian Yingying in turn.
The four people's eyes showed confidence. Fang was about to speak, but heard Peng Yihui's lazy voice again:
"Don't just be confident in yourself, first think about the dawn and the phoenix's first cry, and the beautiful face and clouds are pale with sorrow."
There was silence in the box. The confident eyes of the driver, Ning Caiyun and Jian Yingying couldn't help but dim.
Those four people put too much pressure on them.
It is not just pressure on them, but on the entire generation of Tianxuan Continent. They are standing at the peak of their generation on Tianxuan Continent, looking down on everyone of this generation, and suppressing everyone of this generation.
Want to surpass the four of them...
No!
Trying to catch up with the four of them was hopeless.
The gap is too big!
Those four people are now out of body and consummated, but what about them?
It's just the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which is more than a whole realm away.
How to pursue this?
How can this be transcended?
Could it be that as you progress, those four people will sit and wait for you?
"Pop!"
Gu Shuo clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention. His eyes swept over everyone in turn, staying on each person for half a breath, and finally said slowly and forcefully:
"It's not as evil as Yihui said, nor as evil as he thought in his heart. Those four people are very strong, although I have never seen them, and even heard them for the first time yesterday. But if you can say it from your mouth, I will admit it. They are strong.
But so what?
Does this mean we are destined to be unable to catch up or surpass? "
Gu Shuo's voice suddenly rose: "Everyone knows my qualifications. If I thought like you at that time, I wouldn't be where I am today. And I'm younger than those four people, but my cultivation level and They are not much different. I don't even think that my real fighting ability is inferior to theirs.
I can do it, but you can't? "
"Grow love flowers!"
Zhong Qinghua suddenly sat upright.
Gu Shuo called his names one after another: "Sir Cheng, Ning Caiyun, Jian Yingying!"
The three of them couldn't help but sit up straight. A thought is emerging in my mind. Once it emerges, I can no longer tolerate it.
yes!
Gu Shuo's scumbag qualifications can do it, why can't we?
That’s because we haven’t worked hard enough, that’s because we haven’t been confident enough!
"Ximen Pojun!"
Ximen Pojun suddenly sat up straight and looked at Gu Shuo with piercing eyes.
"Hua Jieyu, vowel sounds..."
Gu Shuo called his name one by one, and each person who was called sat upright and looked at Gu Shuo with bright eyes.
++++++++++
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
