long night walk

Chapter 94 The Devil's Whisper
Mencius is so insightful, combined with all the things that have happened in Kongcang Mountain in recent days, how can he not understand the deep meaning in this person's words.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said angrily: "Get rid of the thoughts in your mind!"

"Hahaha."

The purple-robed man let out a hearty laugh that didn't match the ferocious ghost face: "The six rivers in the devil world are the supreme power that the world dreams of. Even Wen Yu, who was born in Taixuanzong, coveted it. Mr. Meng has done a good job of saving face. The attitude of avoiding and fearing nothing is indeed noble, but what you think in your heart, only you know."

As he said that, the man slowly raised his arm, and the index finger with well-defined knuckles seemed to point out casually, but it pointed directly at Meng Zifei's heart.

Mencius listened to this man's words with unfathomable certainty, and a wave of anger that was underestimated suddenly rose in his heart:

"Don't use Wen Yu's tricks on me. No matter how powerful the Demon Sect's kung fu is, it's nothing but an evil act of stealing people's avenues. It's an unacceptable way of nature! Its deeds should be punished!"

There was a sound of tsk-tsk immediately under the mask of the evil ghost, and the man shook his head slowly, with a regretful tone: "If it is true as Mr. Meng said, the one who should be punished for this crime should not be you who bear the brunt, right?"

"You don't want to confuse my Dao heart!"

Mr. Meng's face was extremely solemn and resolute, and a hand quietly behind his back silently pinched the Fengfeng Jue.

Even though he knew that the person in front of him was extremely profound, and he had no possibility of killing him, but he was absolutely unwilling to just sit there and wait for death.

Mencius Fei's eyes were firmly fixed on the ghostly face of the other party, and he wanted to at least know the person's appearance.

If he is lucky enough to go back alive, he will live up to Brother Sichen's high expectations.

"Bewitching the Dao Heart? Mr. Meng is really thinking too much."

The purple-robed man smiled lightly, and the finger pointing at his heart trembled slightly, and a soil thorn sprang out from the ground where Mencius Fei's heel was, piercing the palm of Mencius Fei's kneading formula mercilessly.

The strong wind that had just risen in the valley fell silent for an instant, and the ground was stained red by bright red blood beads.

However, before Meng Zifei had time to respond, he heard the other party startlingly say: "Mr. Meng said that my demon sect's skills are great, but the spiritual root that is shining in your chest at this moment is Mr. Meng." Is it your own?"

Meng Zifei's mind crashed, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky.

The blood on his handsome face faded away, his lips mumbled but he couldn't say a word, his whole body was so numb that he couldn't even feel the pain from the piercing pain of his palm.

The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.

The broken hair on Mencius Fei's forehead flickered, a purple afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and that strange man appeared in front of him instantly.

The ferocious ghost face was extremely close to the tip of Meng Zifei's nose.

An icy breath rushed towards his face, and the pair of deep eyes under the mask carried the darkness that could see through the hearts and souls.

Meng Zifei saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a malicious smile:

"Mr. Meng, you are so courageous. You are not in a hurry to get your Fuchen Ancient Road and Sword Chenyue confiscated. Instead, you come here to trouble me. If she finds out, in Jiuquan I'm sure I'm going to cry."

"Don't say any more!"

Mencius yelled loudly, and his bloody palm clicked, crushing the iron-hard earth thorn in his palm to pieces!

His red eyes were filled with endless regret and pain, and he stared straight into those eyes as if he was 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 with ghosts for a while, how could I have listened to the bewitchment of the young master of the Jiuyuan Mountain Ghost Sect!"

There was a sudden pain in my heart, and it turned out that the slender index finger of the man in purple robe was pointing at my heart.

The fingertips were as sharp as knives, piercing through the clothes and fabrics, sinking into the flesh and blood, and directly hitting the gentle spiritual root in the heart.

He moved the spiritual root maliciously with his fingers, looked at the other person's pale face, and seemed to find twisted pleasure in Mencius Fei's painful soul.

"Hahaha, bewitching? If it weren't for the crazy desire in your heart, how could the young master of the ghost family have a penetrating tongue, so how could he shake your heart.

After 200 years, Mr. Meng, you go around to fight for justice, save lives and heal the wounded, and endure the suffering of ordinary people, isn't it just to redeem the sin in your heart?
Shang Ying is not the only one who died because of you, who do you want to show now that you have done so many good deeds? "

Under such a pair of eyes without killing intent, Meng Zifei took three steps backwards.

Under the words of the purple-robed man who was full of gentle smile but extremely vicious, it seemed that something was slowly shattering in his bright eyes that seemed to be full of fire.

However, that man was a demon in a pure and warm appearance, and he didn't have the slightest intention of letting him go.

"The spiritual roots obtained by robbing 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 200 years, the kind of people who have broken through and controlled the power in their own hands Pleasure, this is the fairy road you long for, even if you are given another chance to choose again, you will still choose to do it, won't you?"

"No... I won't..." Meng Zifei's expression was extremely painful, and his frightened words seemed to be trying to prove something.

It's just that his slack eyes are really unconvincing.

"No, you will!" The purple-robed man's tone was extremely firm.

"Even though Shang Ying is your most beloved woman, knowing that she will lose her root after losing her spiritual root, and her lifespan is even far less than that of ordinary people, you still set up that situation and gained power that does not belong to you."

Slowly withdrawing the bloody index finger, he did not touch Mencius Fei's spiritual root, but patted his cheek lightly with the palm of his hand, as if to wake him up.

"Now, there is a new and more powerful force in front of you, and you have inherited the river of blood, and you will stand on the pinnacle of the world, what Tianxi Thirteen Swords, Taixuan Nine Scriptures, Cangwu Ten Zang Hall! All will eventually become the bloody cornerstone under your feet.

So what are you still hesitating about?Come to my side, there are vast landscapes beyond your imagination. "His voice was full of bewitching power, and Meng Zifei's eyes began to tremble wildly.

In the end, he subconsciously stroked the familiar place on his arm, and the whisk was no longer there, just like the person buried on the hill of Guangmeng City would never appear in front of him again.

He let out a breath slowly, and the muscles all over his body relaxed as if deflated, but the flames that were about to be extinguished in his eyes were rekindled.

Mencius pushed away the palm on his cheek expressionlessly, and said coldly, "It turns out that your goal has never been Wen Yu, but me."

(End of this chapter)