long night walk

Chapter 95
"Heh, an abandoned student that Taixuanzong didn't want, but he was barely used as a useless son. How can he be compared with you, Mr. Meng?" The purple-robed man spoke highly of him without hesitation.

However, Meng Zifei did not live up to his evaluation. It was clear that his Dao heart almost collapsed not long ago, and he calmed down in just a few words.

"Don't do more useless work, your chess game is ruined, the two puppets Yang Zhao and Huang Kang are obviously completely destroyed, and little brother Si Chen will never let that useless under your hand live, even if you Even if you destroy the mountain and let the river of blood flow into the sea, you won't be able to take it away!"

The smile in the purple-robed man's eyes deepened: "I underestimated you."

Mencius sneered even more on his face: "Now the organizer is in the valley, you are so powerful in the face of the river of blood No. 1 is not yourself, think about it carefully, you don't need to see what the face looks like under the mask , Meng really wants to ask you...among the six rivers, where is your rank?!"

The six rivers represent the supreme inheritance power of the Demon Sect of the Six Paths, each of which contains three thousand magic tomes.

Awakening the power of one of the magic rivers is enough to disturb the huge oven in the world. If it is cultivated to the vastness, even the gods descending to the mortal world will have nothing to do with the six rivers in their peak state.

Everyone in the Demon Sect yearns for this power, but this person is not in a hurry to absorb this mountain Demon River by himself.

That means he doesn't need to.

Because it has already been inherited, there is no need to inherit another magic river inheritance.

The purple-robed man was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Meng Zifei, Meng Zifei, you are really getting more and more interesting."

But Meng Zifei shook his head very seriously: "In this mountain, the most interesting thing is the one who killed your two puppets. At least... I don't have that ability yet."

The purple-robed man took a step back slowly, his eyes still resting on his face confidently, and suddenly smiled: "Mr. You can still be indifferent to the things that matter, but... can time really dilute everything?"

His tone suddenly became extremely strange.

Mencius frowned anxiously: "What do you mean?"

"I don't think so. Mr. Meng only knows about the six rivers of Mozong, but how do you know what is at the end of the six rivers? Let me tell you."

The purple-robed man let out a strange laugh from under his mask. He looked at Meng Zifei with picky eyes, and said slowly: "Practitioners of the righteous way in the world have ascended through tribulations. They have experienced [-] heavenly tribulations of thunder and thunder, and they flew into the hall of the gods. Beheading grants the star crown, the god position and the star field creation shrine.

On the other hand, the cultivators of the Demon Sect in the human world, when they cross the catastrophe, fall into the devil, cross the catastrophe in the long sea of ​​darkness, wash away the mortal bodies and bones in the world, and train them to produce demon bones and demon souls, and then they can become demons and bestow demon positions.

Since the beginning of Pan Gu, only those who possessed the blood of gods and demons in ancient times had the innate talent of heaven and earth, and were able to successfully overcome the catastrophe and ascend or fall from the devil.

Later, the blood in the human world became thinner and thinner, and there was no one who successfully crossed the catastrophe and ascended. Except for the three thousand-year-old immortals who were respected by the world as the golden age of righteousness, no one had the qualifications to ascend. "

Meng Zifei gradually became impatient, and what the purple-robed man said was recorded in the "Tianyao Shidian".

200 years of monastic career is enough for him to read a lot of books, and he is very clear about these most basic common sense.

"It's all nonsense you want to say!"

The purple-robed man laughed: "Don't be so impatient, I know what you desire now."

His hearty tone suddenly became low, which made people feel inexplicably tolerant: "What you want, I can help you achieve it."

Meng Zifei stared blankly at the ferocious ghost face, and subconsciously wanted to put on a cold posture and say the last sentence firmly: No need for the help of the demon sect!

People who know the way of magic are good at deceiving people's hearts, seeing through the deepest darkness and desires in people's hearts.

Knowing that he must not continue to listen to the other party's words, Meng Zifei found that his breathing gradually became tense.

What's more damning is that he vaguely guessed what the other party would say next, and even had subtle expectations in his heart.

"People in the world only know that the Netherworld Changhai is a catastrophe for demon cultivators. Since Zhaohe, the lord of the Langya Demon Sect, died 500 years ago, no one has tried to cross the catastrophe and fall from the demon.

It's not that I'm afraid that my body will be destroyed in the catastrophe of the sea of ​​darkness, but that no matter how much people in my sect practice, they won't be able to see that sea, because the long sea of ​​darkness that connects to the Nine Nether Demon Realm is just beyond the Six Rivers. "

Speaking of this, the palm under the sleeve of the purple robe quietly clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of the hand were faintly visible:

"It's not that my Demon Sect is afraid of the doom of the underworld, but the three damn righteous sects, kill my suzerain! Destroy my Liuhe! Make my Demon Sect no longer have the chance to fall into the devil!"

Mencius lowered his eyes: "What's the use of you telling me these things? The Demon Sect's martial art is overbearing and cruel, and it depends on devouring others to become stronger. It's unforgivable. It will come to this point. Why should I complain to others, huh... "

He suddenly let out a sneer: "Of course, such a set of hypocritical and righteous rhetoric can't shake the legendary Master Liuhe, but after all, it's not because you are too weak that you are suppressed by the righteous way like a lost dog. , and fled Zhao Kingdom resentfully."

The sarcasm was so clear, the purple-robed man didn't seem to get angry at all, but he agreed with it and said:
"Yes, the winner lives and the loser dies! But what I want to tell you today is that water can overturn a boat, and it can also carry a boat. Those three thousand-year-old immortals cut off the water in my demon world, and when I reunite with the power of six rivers , Asking Tianyao for the crown, not only will he overthrow his Righteous Immortal Boat, but I also want my Langya Demon Banner to be planted all over the mountains and rivers!"

"I have been paying attention to you since 200 years ago. You are more qualified to inherit the great cause of my Demon Sect than Wen Yu. Of course, I will reciprocate my actions in the Demon Sect.

Your Excellency just now asked me what number I am in Liuhe, so you might as well tell me the truth, I am not talented, and I am ranked second. Compared with the first sword, the first scripture, and the first hall of your righteous way, it is a stronger existence, and it belongs to me. That Demon River...specializes in collecting undead, you must have heard of it, Mr. Meng, right? "

Mencius was startled, his complexion changed drastically: "Could it be you!"

The purple-robed man floated towards the back of the lake, the toe of his shoe lightly touching the clear water of the lake.

When the rippling water circle spread, the lake below him was instantly stained with blood, and twisted and painful souls struggled and screamed from the blood lake.

As his feet lightly stepped on the lake, those thousands of undead were directly shaken to ashes and wiped out, forever lost!
There was only a figure in a crimson Taoist robe, peacefully closing its eyes in the lake, lifeless, as if it would never wake up.

Seeing such a scene, Mencius staggered fiercely, his face was pale, his whole body was trembling with anger, his eyes were filled with rage: "How dare you touch her!!!"

(End of this chapter)