Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

The night sky is full of stars and the moon is bright.

Inside the city lord's mansion in Zhu County, the lights are brightly lit at the moment, the back kitchen is cooking non-stop, the busy servants are delivering the master's favorite delicacies to the banquet, the dancers in cool clothes are dancing in the courtyard, the singers are singing tactfully, Le Ji or To pluck the strings or blow an instrument.

An air of joy.

Tonight, the lord of Zhu County, Hei Mian Lang, is entertaining distinguished guests, and his subordinates dare not be sloppy, for fear that their errands will go wrong, and the moody Hei Mian Lang will treat them as snacks to satisfy their hunger.

A large iron bed was placed on the main seat in the courtyard. A pig-headed man, one foot tall, with a big belly, and a black-faced man with thick black hair on his chest and cheeks, was lying on the bed enjoying the concubine's concubine. service.

Under the black-faced man's head was a copper-colored pillow that was about the size of his head, and there was a beautiful concubine on the bed doing the work of a fairy holding peaches, which made the black-faced man close his eyes comfortably, and said It also makes a pig cry of 'humming' constantly.

This black-faced man is a black wild boar, with black hair like steel needles growing all over his body. The concubine's cheeks are sore from exhaustion, and her face is also hurt by these hairs, but she is still serving hard. Fearing that the black-faced man would be uncomfortable to serve, he became a monster's food.

It was said to be a banquet, but there was only one guest in the courtyard. This was a thin, middle-aged man with a mustache and a rogue head.

He was sitting on a slightly smaller bed under the black-faced man, with two beautiful concubines in his arms, drinking the fine wine from the concubines' mouths.

"The grapes are delicious, the wine is delicious, and the fine nectar and jade liquid are drunk together. Black-faced brother, you are drunk here, and the beauties are even more intoxicating. No wonder you don't want to go back to the mountains. If it were my younger brother, I wouldn't be willing to go back... "

Satisfied, General Mousebat grabbed a few handfuls of Yingying Yanyan beside him, and then ate the fat that the concubine had fed to his mouth in one bite.

It's the same ordinary monster meat, the ones made on the mountain are always tasteless, but the ones made in this mortal city are delicious. General Mousebat rubbed his greasy mouth on the white grease, his face full of satisfaction.

"It's better to listen to the king. The king is not us big monsters who claim to be demon kings, but the real demon kings. Just give us a few magic tricks and we can enjoy them endlessly, brother. I'm also envious of you, brother, that you can stay by the King's side all year round."

Hei Mian Lang sat up triumphantly, pushed the concubine on the bed away, lifted his trousers, touched his huge belly and laughed.

"The black-faced elder brother lives at ease, but the younger brother, I am suffering. In the past few years, the seal that traps the king has gradually loosened, but he was still unable to break the seal even if he was so close. His temper became more and more irritable. I also took advantage of it to come out." When I was in the mountains, I was always in fear."

General Shubat enjoyed the singing and dancing in the field, and he didn't shy away from these singers, dancers, music girls, and concubines, so he complained to the black-faced man.

The two demons are both ghosts under the Black Tiger King, and their relationship is fairly close, so they can be considered straightforward when speaking. But hearing General Mousebat talk about this, the black-faced man's expression changed, and he quickly asked.

"Is Your Majesty really about to get out of trouble?"

"It can still be false. After hundreds of years of continuous wear and tear, the King Kong Mandala Dharma Realm has been unstable in the past ten years, and it is even more precarious in the past two or three years, and it may reappear at any time. , so this year's Six Desires Red Dust Qi will be even more urgent."

The Black Tiger King is a demon king trapped in a formation deep in the Cangyunling Mountains.

No monster knows who it was trapped there, and no monster knows how long it has been trapped. They only know that after an earth dragon turned over two hundred years ago, a deep underground palace was exposed, and the Black Tiger King To see the light of day.

On the day when the underground palace appeared, there was a precious light soaring into the sky. Several big demons near Cangyun Ridge thought there was a treasure and went to check it out. They found the Black Tiger King trapped in the Dharma Realm of the Vajra Treasure Tibetan Mandala.

Even though his body was bound in the law world and he couldn't leave, the black tiger king's powerful sorcery as a demon king subdued several big demons who came to him in an instant, and transformed them into ghosts. Action minions.

Afterwards, under the control of the Black Tiger King, these big monsters worked together to subdue many celibate big monsters around them, and transformed them all into ghosts, and laid down some territory before they stopped.

These ghosts are usually scattered in the human cities around Cangyun Ridge, collecting for the Black Tiger King the mortal air of six desires produced by humans, and using it to wear down the power of the Vajra Treasure Mandala Dharma Realm.

General Mousebat came to Hog County today to take away the red dust of six desires collected by Hog County last year.

"After suffering for so many years, I thought that there would be hope in life, but it seems that the future will be even more difficult."

The black-faced man sighed, clapped his hands, and immediately there was a little wild boar demon with the same pig head and a human body, but only ordinary people tall, holding a flag to General Mousebat and handing it to it.

"This is last year's share, you can take it back."

General Shubat weighed the flag in his hands, and was quite satisfied with the harvest in Zhuxian County last year. Knowing that this output could handle the Black Tiger King, he didn't raise any objection to the work of Hei Mian Lang, but persuaded him.

"Think about things better. Although we are just ghosts now, life and death are not up to us. But the king is the real demon king. Once he escapes from trouble, we will be the subordinates of the demon king. This is the opportunity that so many monsters can't wait for, Mr. Brother should be happy."

There seems to be a limit to the number of Heihu King's ghost transformations. Over the years, the number of big monsters under him has never exceeded thirty-six. They each have different ideas about the future.

After all, ghost transformation can control the life and death of these monsters, but it cannot control their minds.

Some monsters are happy with the situation, some are ambitious, but there are also monsters who want to be free. They have various ideas. General Mousebat belongs to the kind of ambitious, while Black Faced Lang belongs to the group who wants to be free.

Liberals have always had such a vision in their hearts, that is, the Black Tiger King has been trapped in the Dharma Realm for many years, and may not have many years to live. It is still unknown whether he will escape smoothly or be trapped in the Dharma Realm.

The day the black tiger king dies is the day when they regain their freedom.

But looking at the current situation, their calculations should be in vain.

After all, the black-faced man is a monster that has lived for hundreds of years, so he quickly suppressed the thoughts in his heart and forced himself to laugh.

"Yeah, this is a great event, you and my brother have another drink."

"Let's have fun, have fun."

As soon as the words fell, the human-shaped wine glass beside him automatically brought the wine over. After tasting the fine wine made of wine mixed with the concubine's body fluid, General Mousebat took the initiative to start another conversation.

"My little brother saw that the black-faced brother was sleeping with a weapon on his pillow just now, and it must be a treasure that can keep the big brother so close to him for a moment!"

As General Mousebat spoke, he looked at the long-handled copper hammer that the black-faced man was resting on the bed just now.

The hammer was reddish red in color, two feet long, with a twelve-sided handle, and a large number of black gemstones inlaid on the edges and corners.

Hei Mian Lang is a show-off, this time he brought his newly acquired Sky Hammer to the banquet, not only because he is the safest by his side, but also because he wants to show off with his old friends, General Mousebat's words just scratched his head He put down his worries about the future, picked up the hammer on the bed with one hand, and proudly introduced it.

"Half a month ago, a caravan passed by my county town of Zhuxian County. A two-foot-long carriage in the caravan was extremely eye-catching. When it arrived at the gate of the city, it didn't go to the city to rest. It just sent people into the city to buy some supplies. I wanted to leave in a hurry, which attracted the attention of my little wild boar. After my demon got into the car to check, he found this middle-grade magical weapon called the Skyshaker, which was given to me by God. thing."

The southeastern mountainous area of ​​Daliang Dynasty was remote and barren. Not only were there few masters, but even a newly transformed monster or a newly promoted mid-level monk could become the lord of a place, and even the technology of forging divine weapons was extremely backward.

Only a small part of the magic weapons used in the southeastern mountainous area are produced by ourselves, and most of them are handed down from the blue wave sea. Even the low-grade magic weapons cannot be self-sufficient, let alone the middle-grade magic weapons, so it is very important to get the middle-grade magic weapons. A thing to boast about.

Hei Mian Lang was only one foot tall at this time, but the handle of the hammer was two feet long. It looked a bit out of place for the Shenbing to hold it in his hand, but this was not a big problem for Hei Mian Lang.

It came out of the bed with two big black hairy feet, walked to the middle of the courtyard with a hammer in one hand, drove away the dancing girls, and smiled at General Mousebat.

"Watch me show you a set of hammering techniques I created recently. Three feet of monster body, give me a raise!"

As soon as the words fell, the black-faced man's pig-headed human-faced demon body instantly swelled, from one foot to three feet high, and the only shorts on his body were also burst, but the dense black steel hairs on his body made it difficult to see from a distance. It looks like wearing a black dress, but it doesn't look hot.

The face of the wild boar is very different from that of the domestic pig. Not only are there two tusks protruding from the upper and lower sides of the pig's mouth, but the ears are also much smaller than those of the domestic pig. In addition, a pair of small eyes, the fat pig arch and its face His black hair clearly reveals the appearance of a demon.

"Hmph—"

The black-faced man let out a few pig-calls in excitement, and patted his big belly. A strong black evil spirit emerged from the surface of his body and instilled it into the magic weapon. He waved the heavy hammer in his hand in court.

The obese but extremely flexible body moves in the courtyard, with strict rules and regulations in the movement of the steps. At the same time, the magic weapon in the hand is dancing, and the hammering technique is displayed in a series of ingenious and ineffective ways. The offensive and defensive performances are well-founded and watertight.

Dodging and dodging, attacking the enemy suddenly, the long hammer weighing more than two thousand catties was as light as nothing in the hands of the black-faced man. In the thick and powerful black-haired hands, the long hammer swept, stabbed and turned smoothly like the tail of an armored dragon.

With the help of the hammer, the hammer walks with the force. The power accumulated in the magic soldier is getting more and more powerful, and more and more demon power is swallowed. The hammer head whizzes past in the wind, rolling up black winds, and will serve the beauties It blows up and down.

For a moment, a black wind that shook the sky and covered the sun blew up in the entire courtyard, covering everyone/demon in darkness. The people/demons present could only hear the sound of hammers waving in the black wind, but their eyes were Blown away by the black wind.

The black-faced man became more and more happy, and poured more demon power from the demon body into the sky-shattering hammer, and at the same time, a green and red flame began to be emitted from the sky-shaking hammer.

After this kind of flame entered the body, it began to ignite the black-faced man's demon body, demon power and demon soul. Where the flame burned, the blood in the demon body became purer, the demon power became more concentrated, and the demon soul also became stronger. More clear and transparent.

At the same time, an indescribable sense of comfort spread throughout the bone marrow of his body. This pleasure was at least a hundred times greater than the pleasure he felt when the concubine and fairy were holding peaches just now, making him groan comfortably.

This magical weapon must be a gift from God. It is not only powerful, but also has the effect of tempering the essence, energy and spirit. As long as I practice diligently, I may be able to get rid of the control of the ghost technique before the Black Tiger King escapes.

At that time, the sky and the earth will be so big that the sky will let the birds fly and the sea will let the fish leap.

The black-faced man was very happy, and suddenly he caught sight of two emerald green lights flashing in the black wind, it was General Mousebat looking at it through the eyes of the mouse, he immediately laughed and said.

"Brother, how about my magic weapon, and how about this hammer?"

"It's really a good martial art, a good weapon, the black-faced brother opened my eyes this time!"

After a set of hammer dances, the black-faced man put the hammer back behind him, and the howling black wind stopped. He looked around the yard with broken grass and trees, and the messy scene of Meiji crying, and was satisfied. Go back to your seat.

"The black-faced brother is so lucky to have such a weapon. It is a blessing from heaven. Just an ordinary caravan can transport this kind of magic weapon. Is there something strange about it? I took it rashly, will it Causing trouble?"

General Mousebat has always been cautious, and asked immediately when he thought of something inappropriate.

"It will be all right. I have already interrogated that caravan. They are engaged in the business of digging graves. They dug out this magic soldier from a grave near Wuyunling. I don't know if it was buried with him." How many years has it been buried. Except for the dead man buried in the grave, there is no so-called sufferer, so there is no need to worry about the origin of the magic weapon."

The iron bed on the main seat is a bit smaller than the black-faced Lang Sanchi's figure, and he couldn't sit on it, so he closed his magic, and his body shrunk back to its original size like a deflated balloon.

It may also be that the consumption was a bit too much just now, and after canceling the three-foot demon body, the black-faced man felt a little weak. The weapon dropped to the ground.

It hastily took a deep breath, and put the hammer on the bed pretending to be relaxed, not wanting General Mousebat to see a trace of weakness.

"So that's how it is. Eldest brother has far-reaching intellect. As expected, he has already thought of this, but younger brother's reminder is unnecessary."

General Mousebat looked at the copper hammer greedily, and couldn't help but tighten the two sticks in his hand, as if he could only use this kind of warmth to soothe his lost heart that he didn't have a middle-grade magic weapon in his hand.

In the courtyard, the servants of the mansion began to clean up the overturned tables and chairs and re-deliver the wine and meat. Just as the banquet was about to continue, a clear sound of drinking suddenly exploded in the sky.

"Not necessarily. This magic weapon was dug out from my Wuyun Ridge. As the landlord of Wuyun Ridge, I, Daoist Ya, should be the master of the magic weapon. Why do you want to take my magic weapon by force? , hurry up and return the magic weapon to its original owner!"