Once upon a time there was a demon pass

Seeing the sensible look of the old white ape, Fei nodded in satisfaction.

Under the control of the evil spirit, the animal skin paper slowly lifted into the air and landed in front of it.

The above is not text, but a simple composition.

The demon's body and several places were circled.

Fei looked at this scene thoughtfully, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he nodded lightly: "This thing is of little use to this king."

"But your intentions, this king can see."

"Go down."

The old white ape bowed down again: "Thank you Shanzhu."

After speaking, the old white ape knelt down and left as usual, until Fei was no longer in sight, then stood up respectfully, bowed deeply in Fei's direction, turned and left.

It's not a matter of etiquette anymore...

When the old white ape left.

Fei took out the animal skin again, his expression was not as calm as before, but became agitated.

"Level nine..."

"The demon god is hopeful!"

"The demon god is hopeful!"

Fei kept talking to himself on the top of the mountain, and even let out two laughs from time to time.

"We still need to experiment first, human race, human race..."

Fei seemed to have thought of something, turned around slowly, and looked in the direction of the back mountain.

If I remember correctly, there are still two human races imprisoned there.

You can use them to test the authenticity of this exercise.

If it is true, I can personally go to Qianli Yaoyuan to sit in town.

And it is different from the sneaky waste of Long Mang, even if it unscrupulously absorbs the blood of the human race, so what?

The human race still dares to go out, can it fight with Yingjian Mountain?

For a while, Fei even imagined himself becoming a demon god, standing in the sky, leading the tribe to dominate the demon realm.

Perhaps for these self-proclaimed strategists, the only thing that can impress them is to go to a higher level.

This thing is like a poison, making them obsessed, and they are deeply trapped in it, completely insane.

Even the sanity maintained on weekdays will gradually decline under the erosion of this desire.

The old white ape walks in the demon realm, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

Even when he returned to Yaoyuan, he didn't meet Ji Hong. He just went back to his residence and became furious again, furious and furious. The monsters in Qianli Yaoyuan were well known and scorned.

It's just a guy who just entered the seventh level of the demon king. If he didn't hug his thigh by chance, how could he have his current status?

As for why the monsters in Qianli Yaoyuan look down on it...

The main reason is that anyone who thinks highly of it...

all dead...

……

Tianqiongjian.

Recently, the atmosphere in Tianqiongjian has been a little weird.

For some reason, the Twelve Protoss have not made much movement recently.

Even the other tribes and high-level officials in Tianqiongjian's vassal forces have not appeared for a long time.

Only those juniors in the tribe are still active.

But this situation seems extremely abnormal.

After all, the Twelve Protoss often fight for the control of the demon domain, and now they are on the verge of a new term. The demon gods of the Heijiao clan are dead. Logically speaking, it is the most chaotic time, and this superficial calm seems very Depressed, there is a feeling that the mountain and the rain are about to come and the wind is full of the building.

Also at this time...

Tianqiongjian, Qingqiu Mountain.

A snow-white fox with eight tails is standing gracefully on the top of the mountain at this time, with clear eyes and full of wisdom, almost no different from humans.

"Patriarch, everything is ready."

A white fox with six tails shuttled through the forest, stood at the foot of the mountain, and spoke respectfully.

"Ah."

The eight-tailed fox nodded lightly, chuckled, raised his head, and looked up at the sky: "The Tianqiongjian, which has been in chaos for so long, should be quiet."

As the sound fell, the eight-tailed fox rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

……

sin city.

"Hey, wake up, wake up."

"This child, what a pity, how long has he been sleeping..."

dawn.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Yu Mo looked down at Zong Ren who was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and sighed faintly, showing some pity.

At this time, Zong Ren already had two red handprints on his face.

Apparently...

Yu Mo's wake-up call just now was a bit strong.

"hiss..."

"He won't starve to death!"

"Senior, why don't you make a move!"

"If he dies, you will lose one believer in this world!"

Yu Mo said with a worried face.

As his voice fell, the Confucian scholar who was sitting outside the door staring at the sky in a daze stood up instantly, rolled up his sleeves and walked into the room.

And Yu Mo's words had a chain reaction not just for Confucian scholars.

Zongren opened his eyes just right, his eyes were weak, he coughed twice, looked around blankly, tried to support himself with his arms, and wanted to sit up, but because he hadn't eaten for two days and was seriously injured, he fell to the ground again.

"Senior, it must be your kindness that infected him!"

"That's why he woke up!"

"This is incense!"

Yu Mo was amazed, and finally said affirmatively.

The Confucian scholar stood there, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said obsessively, "I feel it!"

"This breath is pure, without impurities!"

"Is this incense..."

His tone was full of nostalgia.

Yu Mo was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Confucian scholar blankly, but quickly regained his composure: "Thank you, senior, for saving you?"

He turned his head, looked at Zong Ren who was also dazed, and said lightly.

Zong Ren's face was pale at this time, his lips were bloodless, and due to ischemia, they were even a little chapped.

But he still tried his best to raise his head and looked at Confucian scholar: "Thank you...thank you senior..."

"You're welcome!"

"Help others, unite and be kind!"

"I am a fairy!"

"Immortals should save lives and heal the wounded!"

Confucian scholar smiled freely, shook his flowing long hair, turned around and left lightly, sat at the door again, looked up at the sky, and muttered something from time to time.

Anyway, if he was put in a mental hospital, there would be absolutely no sense of disobedience!